I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Latest URL: In the following years, Nan Ling and I rarely saw each other. Mainly because I got busy. My father insisted on helping me with the family business. He was also old and not in good health. I didn't want him to worry, so I bit the bullet and took it.

Fortunately, my father also knows that I am not very interested in those black people, and all the jobs he gives me are relatively clean, so I am not so resistant.

One day Nan Ling took the initiative to come to me.

"Si Shechuan is dead." He said.

I thought I didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

"Si Shechuan is dead." Nan Ling said clearly. There was no expression on his face when he said this, and I looked a little scared.

At this time, he was already 18 years old, and he was also very famous on the road. In the past, when people mentioned him, they still called him "the apprentice of Si Da Miracle Physician", but later they started calling Nan Xiao Miracle Doctor directly. In just a few years, many people no longer remember Si Shechuan.

Now he is dead.

"How did you die?" I asked.

"He died by the side of the road, without trauma, and the cause of death is unknown." Nan Ling looked a little impatient, "I dissected his body, but found nothing. Have you seen Harry Potter? It's like Avada As for whether someone will attack him... I went to check, but I couldn't find it. It's just like Si Shechuan's experience in the past few years. "

"I'm just here to tell you." He finally said, "You don't need to worry about this matter, you can be the president of your company with peace of mind."

I really don't have time.

The family has washed away a lot of property in the past few years. The banquets I need to attend are almost one after another. I fly around the country and even the world. Even vacations are for socializing, which makes me physically and mentally exhausted.

Actually, I just want to paint.

Our family is fighting again. When you have a lot of money, two brothers and a sister, and they all want to be the heir, there's no way to avoid that.

And even if we have been cleansed in the past few years, some shady methods are still engraved in our bones, and it is really brutal when several people fight. And this time they dragged me in, so I said that I shouldn't agree to my father interfering in family affairs.

It was at this time that I figured out what Nanling's smile at me meant. In this world, there are some things that you can't do if you want to do it, and you can get out of it immediately if you don't want to do it. He can't, and neither can I.

Sometimes life forces you to make choices.

But that was not the time when I had to make a choice, so I just muddled along, continued to attend banquets, socialize, discuss cooperation, and occasionally went to the hospital to see Xiaoting—she was still not in good health, but the level of medical care was improving. , she can sometimes accompany me to go out for a stroll. I began to feel that there was nothing wrong with this kind of life. Although I often struggle with the drawing board for hours now and can't draw anything-it seems that the endless socializing has murdered my inspiration. It often makes me miserable—but at least I'm luckier than most people who are still struggling to make ends meet.

For example, Nanling used to be.

I say 'was' not just because he's in the Tao right now. This matter is actually a bit complicated to say. Let's put it this way—

I ran into Nan Ling at the banquet.

Let me clarify that many of the parties I attend are completely closed to the rest of us, in other words, inner circle parties. Our circle has a lot of problems, one of the most prominent is xenophobia, and they generally look down on ordinary people. Nanling is a black doctor, no matter how famous or powerful he is, he can't get in.

But I saw him, not only did I see him, I also saw several people around him, with a flattering look on their faces. Nan Ling was very cold, expressionless. He is very well dressed today, very mature, like everyone else, he looks like a human being, he has learned our hypocritical etiquette to ten percent, and he is very different from the usual him.

I went over to say hello to him and asked him what was going on. He was visibly relieved to see me coming, and pulled me into a corner.

I heard a very **** story. What's more terrible is that I know this story - the eldest lady of the Nan family bravely chased after love, and dumped the boss of the Zhao family. They were both 12 years older than me and married earlier, so I'd heard something about them when I was very young.

It's just that I didn't expect them to have a child, and this child was Nan Ling.

"...When Si Shechuan picked you up, I reminded him that you might be from the Nan family." I rubbed my forehead and said, "He wouldn't have guessed it long ago."

"Who knows." When Nan Ling mentioned Si Shechuan, his expression became cold again, "I'm too lazy to care what he thinks."

I looked at him, feeling a little helpless, a little uncomfortable, and a little weirdly lucky.

It is helpless because although he looks indifferent when he mentions Si Shechuan now, I know that he has approached Si Shechuan several times in the past few years, and he has spent a lot of effort, obviously not as indifferent as he showed . But Si Shechuan is now... dead. And fortunately...

In fact, in my heart, I hope that the more Nan Ling cares about Si Shichuan, the better. It's not because I want to see him sad—I don't have that habit, and Si Shechuan is also my friend—it's because I don't want to see Nan Ling become numb, indifferent, and hypocritical, with a smile on his face but no care in his heart, just Just like when I saw Nanling dealing with those people just now. In short, I don't want to see Nan Ling become a talking wax figure: I don't want to see him become us.

To be frank, I am familiar with the expression on Nanling's face when he was dealing with the group of people who approached him - I can see it every day when I look in the mirror.

Nan Ling is only 18 years old, he is still young. He should cry and laugh, not be brought back like an object and carved into a perfect stone statue. Yeah, I know what they call it—they call it maturity, they call it growth, they call it responsibility. I call this slow death.

According to Nan Ling, the Nan family took him back because of the will left by their old man who just passed away—that is, his grandfather, saying that he must be found, and if he is not found, all the inheritance will be donated. Don't leave it to a few children.

"I went to see it. The old man has a few days to live." Nanling said wearily, "I have lived to the end, and I want to die with a clear conscience. I remembered looking for me. As for the inheritance... I am not interested in these things at all. They want whoever they like."

"Be careful." I told him, "The Nan family has both black and white properties, and they are even more vicious than our family when it comes to fighting for property. If you come back on the cusp of this crisis, nothing will happen to you."

"In terms of the experience of black hands, I don't think they are necessarily better than me."

"Don't take it lightly." I sighed, "You don't know, there are some things in this circle...more disgusting than you think."

Nanling glanced at me thoughtfully, then nodded slightly.

I ran into him again later, also at a banquet. He looked more tired than the last time I saw him, his eyes looked like an old man who was dying, and the first thing he said when he saw me was that you were right last time.

I asked him what happened, he shook his head and said nothing.

When I looked at Nan Ling, I always had a strange feeling in my heart—I felt that something very bad had happened. In other words, a slow murder against him began.

At this time, someone came over. As soon as I saw this person, I had a bad instinct, and everything that happened later proved my instinct to be right. But this time I feel wrong because I know him, and he is famous in our circle.

His name is Zuo Xiunian, the boss of the Zuo family.

The Zuo family is different from people like us. Their family roots are well-established, and they don't interfere in any illegal and criminal matters at all. His father used to be a special, very big official, and later retired and took an honorary professorship in a well-known university. His mother is also a professor, with at least three Ph.D. degrees on her body, and she once participated in a very confidential project. During the years of teaching, she has been full of peaches and plums, in the physical sense.

I am emphasizing this because most of the people at this banquet, including our Jun family, cannot afford to offend them. Because there is an essential difference between us and them-we use money to open the way, and they use power to oppress others.

I will emphasize these also because the eldest son in their family is not the same as the second elder at all. If I remember correctly, he should have just been released from a mental hospital at this time.

I don't know if Nanling knows about Zuo Xiunian staying in the mental hospital all year round, I guess he doesn't know because he seems to have a good relationship with Zuo Xiunian. I don't know if Nanling has heard of what Zuo Xiunian did, I guess he hasn't either, because if he has heard of the rumors I have heard, he will realize one thing.

——Completely different from his face, which can be called extremely handsome even if he gets into the entertainment industry, Zuo Xiunian is a thoroughly antisocial lunatic.

I am very worried about Nanling. But after he heard my worries later, he smiled very happily. I haven't seen him smile so happily for a long time.

"Old lady, don't worry." He finally told me, "Zuo Xiunian is the most sober among us."

I asked him what he meant, but he didn't answer me, just told me to be careful recently.

I know why he said that, because my dad is also going to retire. I spent the rest of my time dealing with my older brothers and sisters, and I didn't have time to take care of Nanling.

Afterwards, troubles broke out in the Nan family, and soon the Zhao family also followed suit. I realized that this incident had something to do with Nanling, whose father was still named Zhao after all. My family doesn't have much cooperation with the Nan family, but with the Zhao family, I'm still in charge of the cooperation here. So when the Zhao family was in chaos, my workload skyrocketed, and I didn't have time to care about Nanling.

On my third day sleeping in the office, someone roused me from a stack of instant coffee packets. When I saw this person, I was shocked, and I didn't feel any drowsiness anymore.

She is the assistant I put beside Xiao Ting and is responsible for taking care of her. If nothing serious happens, she will never leave Xiao Ting one step.

I hurriedly asked her what was wrong, and she looked at me with grief in her eyes that I didn't want to understand.

She told me, Mr. Jun, don't be too sad, Miss Ting, she...

I really doubt how I survived at that time, I didn't pass out, not yet. Then I asked her with a calmness that surprised me, when, what happened, and what happened, and you told me clearly from the beginning to the end.

She said that my brothers and sisters have been fighting so hard recently, some of them want to win me over, some want to suppress me, and everyone knows my weaknesses, and they put them on the bright side—my twins Sister Jun Zhiting.

They probably didn't want to kill them, but the scene was too chaotic. My sister...she was not in good health. After so many years, she didn't even have many chances to leave the ward. She was scared away by them. . The cause of her death was an acute myocardial infarction. With timely help, she would have been fine.

It could have been. I think I was killed by these four words.

"Then why didn't she get timely help?" When I asked this question, I felt that my whole being was divided into two different people. One is dead and the other is dying.

"Because it was too chaotic at that time... The eldest young master and the second young lady were everywhere in the ward. We didn't take care of Miss Ting, so she didn't know where to go..." The assistant covered her face, and I could hear her and me The same collapse, "When we found her again, she was... all because of our dereliction of duty! So even in the hospital, Miss Ting..."

"No, it's because of me." I said, "If it wasn't for me, the eldest brother and the second sister wouldn't have attacked Xiaoting...It's all because of me."

From birth, I knew I owed Xiao Ting. Anzhi Tinglan, Yuyu Qingqing. How I wish her life could be as full of vitality as her name. I used to really think she was going to get better.

Now, I owe her my whole life.

When I stood up, I lost consciousness. I woke up again in a foreign country, and my subordinates sent me out of the country to avoid the limelight. I told them that I was going back to China, but they said that I would really die if I went back now.

"I'm dead," I told them.

In the end, it was not them who prevented me from going back to China, but the video call from Nanling. At that time, this function had just emerged on mobile phones, and I looked at Nan Ling's face displayed on the screen, as if it had been a lifetime away.

Nan Ling looked quite different, unlike any time I had seen him before. He looked... free.

"Do you know, Jun Wu." He was laughing when he said this, "Zhao Siyan and Nan Yuanjia are dead."

He paused and added a sentence.

"because I."

It took me half a beat to realize who these two people were.

These are Nanling's parents. biologically.

"What do you want to do?" I asked slowly. It's not that I don't want to care about him, but I'm running out of energy. This news would have made me respond in a way that made Nan Ling laugh for half a minute. Now I just looked at him and asked, "And then?"

"I heard about that. I'm sorry." He looked at me, still smiling, "You've changed, and that's probably not a good thing."

"Do I have a choice?"

"There used to be." Nan Ling said, "There are now. That's why I want to give you a choice."

I think it's hard for me to breathe now, let alone make choices. I didn't really care that much, but I still asked, "What choice."

Nan Ling looked at me with a smile on his face that I couldn't understand. I really don't understand how he can still laugh, is it because he hates his parents? But those are his biological parents after all... I don't have the energy to think about it.

"Do you want revenge?" I heard him ask.

"…Can you say that again?"

"You heard it just now." Nan Ling pointed at me through the screen, "Actually, you can hear it even if I don't say it. This is your own inner voice."

I know he's right. That's when I broke down.

"Xiao Ting is their sister too!" I heard myself shouting, and I heard myself crying at the same time, it was the most miserable voice in the world, "We are brothers and sisters! I don't understand! How could they... how able!"

"I know, I know." Nan Ling just said. (end of this chapter)