Rebirth of the Routine King

If, without warning, you spent a lot of money to buy a piece of land in the wilderness, and the value of the land would have doubled several times in just a few months, what would others think of you?

An investment genius? A unique vision? Or a premeditated plan? Or maybe he has mastered some kind of secret?

In order to maximize the shock brought by this land, Wang Yan constantly tried to instill an idea in his friends: I bought this land just to raise sheep...

Currently, there are three people who know that Wang Yan bought land for the purpose of raising sheep, Qi Ming, Song Zhiwen and Wu Renqiang.

These three people almost covered his circle of friends in the mall, and Wang Yan felt that they were almost there.

After the news that the new experimental middle school was approved came out, I chose to sell it at a high price. While others were envious, they didn’t feel too out of place. After all, they all knew that it was used to raise sheep. It was just that I was lucky enough to have a building built opposite.

Just a key school.

Seeing that the purpose had been achieved, Wang Yan moved the topic to other places.

After seeing Wu Renqiang's family photo, he curiously asked: "Old Wu, is that your son? He is quite handsome, why haven't you seen anyone else?"

Wu Renqiang's tone was both proud and helpless: "His name is Wu Jingxuan. He studied at Huazhong Science and Technology University. Last year he was recommended to a polytechnic in the United States for further study. He didn't come back during the Chinese New Year. Now he is visiting Los Angeles!"

Wang Yan's eyes lit up: "You were sent to the United States? So you are still a top student! Old Wu, you still have such a golden nugget hidden in your family!"

Wu Renqiang said with a wry smile: "I have a talent for learning, but I am not very obedient. He keeps preaching to me the concept of freedom in the United States, and he also said where he plans to find a job!"

Wang Yan joked: "That's great! In the future, you and your aunt will also apply for green cards and try to immigrate there."

Wu Renqiang waved his hands repeatedly: "No matter how nice the air is there, I won't go there. The customs are different. Besides, guns are not allowed there. Racial hatred is very serious. If someone gets shot one day, everyone will have to give up!"

Wang Yan smiled and said nothing more.

After a while, Wu Renqiang's wife prepared the meal. Wang Yan was not surprised, and he entertained himself with a table full of dishes.

Wu Renqiang's drinking capacity is quite good. During the Chinese New Year visit with relatives, he almost dominated the wine table. Every time he ate, he could always hear several voices begging for mercy.

It was precisely with this confidence that he came up with the idea of ​​competing with Wang Yan.

The result can be imagined, Wang Yan vs Wu Renqiang and the couple are still in an invincible position.

Finally, after drinking three kilograms of Maotai, Wang Yan's eyes were blurred, Wu Renqiang was trembling when he spoke and walked unsteadily.

Wu Renqiang was particularly interesting when he was drunk. He dragged Wang Yan downstairs, taking trembling steps, and made sure to ask Wang Yan to wash his feet...

I thought I was dragging him downstairs to discuss something important! I didn’t expect this result.

Wang Yan couldn't laugh or cry immediately, but in the end he didn't displease Wu Renqiang, and the two of them helped him walk into a foot bath shop.

In order to facilitate chatting, Wang Yan asked for a double room.

The little girl looks pretty good, but her foot-pinching skills are hard to describe.

But then again, that man came to the foot bath shop to wash his feet?

Aren’t they all just looking at the little girl?

With a beautiful woman by his side, Wu Renqiang not only talked a lot, but also spoke loudly...opening his mouth and shutting up was a multi-million deal, which made the two little girls secretly curl their lips.

Wang Yan acted like a junior and echoed Wu Renqiang's boasts from time to time, which raised his vanity to the extreme.

Wu Renqiang: "Wang Yan, do you think the bank made a mistake? My two million deposit only earned more than fifty thousand in interest last year?"

Wang Yan: "Then how much interest did you get last year?"

Wu Renqiang’s preface and afterword are inconsistent: “Originally, I had three million, but I took one million and gave it to my son to spend...”

Wang Yan was sober: "Oh, that's it! That's okay. The president and I are brothers. I'll ask you later..."

Wu Renqiang tightened his mouth and stopped talking.

After a while, he found another topic.

"Wang Yan, do you know how much the three bottles of wine you just drank are worth?"

Wang Yan quickly echoed: "I don't know."

Wu Renqiang said calmly: "A bottle of

More than eight thousand!"

Wang Yan's mouth formed an O shape: "Wow! It's so expensive! It's even worth a set of my clothes!"

Wu Renqiang tightened his mouth and stopped talking again.

Men! They just like to show off in front of girls. Even the fifty-year-old Wu Renqiang is not exempt from this, let alone the young and energetic Wang Yan.

Originally it was only open for one hour, but Wang Yan paid the service fee for another two hours because Wu Renqiang fell asleep.

It is not ruled out that he fell asleep out of anger. At first, Wang Yan cooperated with him in bragging, but he didn't expect to brag about Wang Yan later!

.....

When Wu Renqiang woke up, he found that Wang Yan was fighting with two little girls. Landlord!

He couldn't help but ask: "Wang Yan, how long have I been sleeping?"

Wang Yan didn't even raise his head: "Old Wu, just lie down for a while, and I'll win back the money you paid for washing your feet right away..."

Looking at Wang Yan with a smile on his brow, and the other two little girls with small feet who were in a depressed mood, Wu Renqiang burst into laughter. Only a freak like Wang Yan could do such a thing.

You said you are young and strong, and you are still spending money. What should you do if you drag girls with you? You have to play cards...

When it comes to the same one-on-two situation, there is always a better choice than playing cards.

.....

After leaving the foot bath shop, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon. Wu Renqiang's condition had improved significantly, and his red face had returned to its normal color.

"Wang Yan, are you going to Ni Dacheng's house tonight?" Wu Renqiang vaguely remembered Wang Yan saying this.

Wang Yan nodded: "I have already called him. He is probably cooking at home! Let's go! Go and pluck the principal's hair..."

Carrying Wu Renqiang, Wang Yan first went to the mall, bought several boxes of gifts and two boxes of tea, and then went straight to Ni Dacheng's lair.

What Wang Yan didn't expect was that Ni Dacheng's house was quite lively!

My daughter, who has already left the court, came to the mall with her husband and children to celebrate the New Year. As soon as I entered the house, I could hear the sound of children laughing.

Wang Yan met Ni Dacheng's lover for the first time. He was of medium height and slightly fat. He spoke softly and always had a smile on his face. He looked very kind-hearted.

Ni Dacheng's lover was equally curious about Wang Yan and said with a smile: "I often hear our old man Ni mention you and say that you are a young talent. Today I had the chance to meet you, and you are indeed a very energetic young man!"

Wang Yan also smiled and said a few polite words.

While cooking, Ni Dacheng called Wang Yan and Wang Yan to the study. After making tea, he asked Wu Renqiang about the same topic: When will the milk tea branch business be launched this year?

Wang Yan didn't say much, he just said he was waiting for the opportunity.

As they talked, Ni Dacheng and Wu Renqiang talked about the school's plans. Wang Yan couldn't talk for a while, so he stood up and flipped through the books on the bookshelf.

After a while, it was time for dinner.

Leading the way with wine has always been the way to treat guests. At this time, Ni Dacheng took off his stingy hat and took out two bottles of well-preserved wine from the study.

Ni Dacheng's lover joked: "Wang Yan, you still have more face! Hong Fei (Ni Dacheng's son-in-law) has been here for a few days, and Lao Ni is not willing to drink these two bottles of wine. When you and Lao Wu come, he doesn't even look at you."

Take it out in a blink of an eye..."

Wang Yan was speechless, but Wu Renqiang laughed and said: "Sister-in-law, do you know how many people your words have offended? If no relatives come to visit you next year, you can't blame others."

Ni Dacheng's wife was just joking, because her son-in-law didn't drink much.

Although there were a lot of people, Wang Yan didn't show any fear at all. Before he finished the meal, he got into a heated fight with Ni Dacheng's son-in-law and persuaded him to pick up a glass of wine and have a drink.

After eating, Wang Yan did not stay long. His purpose was to pay his last respects to Ni Dacheng. Now that he had done so, there was no point in staying around.

Wu Renqiang drank too much again. He had a good relationship with Ni Dacheng, and as they were elders, he was greeted by Hong Fei several times. The drink at noon had not been fully digested, and he drank so fast that it would be strange not to get drunk!

After getting into Wang Yan's car, he shouted to wash his feet again...

But this time Wang Yan ignored him and sent him home directly.

The person who opened the door was Wu Renqiang's lover. I don't know what went wrong in Wu Renqiang's head. After glancing at his lover with blurred eyes, he rushed to Wang Yan.

He muttered: "Wang Yan, this won't work! You're too old..."

Wang Yan was so embarrassed that he quickly covered his mouth and pushed him down on the bed. He glanced at his aunt, whose face was ashen, and ran away without even saying hello.

As for Wu Renqiang's fate, he didn't dare to think about it...

I hope I can hear the good news that he is still alive tomorrow.

After returning to Jiayuan Community, Song Zhiwen and Gao Lu were watching the gala replay on the sofa, with a pile of food on the small table.

Wang Yan deliberately teased: "Gao Lu, why did you come back? Are you afraid of a power outage and no lights at home?"

Gao Lu glared at him, then twisted her hips and walked into the master bedroom.

"Wang Yan, sit here..." Song Zhiwen pointed to where Gao Lu was just now and said with crooked eyebrows.

It's still a familiar picture, it's still a familiar person, it seems like it hasn't changed at all, but in fact everything has changed, except Song Zhiwen.

As soon as Wang Yan sat down, Song Zhiwen leaned over and stuffed the melon seeds with the shells in her hands into his mouth.

Wang Yan asked while chewing: "Did you not eat at night?"

"Yeah! Lulu and I both gained a few pounds during the Chinese New Year! We didn't cook..."

"Where did you go to play today?"

...

After chatting for a while, Wang Yan suddenly thought of something and quickly got up and ran to the master bedroom.

"Start, let me use the computer." Wang Yan shouted to Gao Lu, who was sitting in the swivel chair.

Seeing that Song Zhiwen did not follow, Gao Lu curled her lips and then stood up from the chair obediently.

If Wang Yan had dared to talk to her like this before they had sex, he would have been served with a baseball bat.

Wang Yan sat on the swivel chair very calmly, then opened the MSN website and logged in to his email.

It was just now that he realized that he had not sent New Year blessings to Fang Yanshan!

In terms of merit, he can definitely be called Wang Yan’s most noble person!

Without him, Wang Yan would probably still be worrying about the first pot of gold!

Never forgetting one's roots has always been Wang Yan's principle in life. Even though we are thousands of miles apart, we can still do it by sending a few blessings.

After opening the mailbox, I found that Fang Yanshan had already sent her holiday greetings.

"Happy New Year, little friend of the Six Musketeers! With so many thoughts in your heart and so close to you thousands of miles away, I wish you a well-rounded talent and abundant financial resources!"

Wang Yan grinned, and then typed on the keyboard to reply: "This New Year's greeting comes a little late, but brother Yan Shan, don't think that I forgot. It's really because we are too far apart, and the flying swallow that delivers the message flies a little slower.

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I wish Brother Yanshan many good words in the new year and he will reach a higher mountaintop again!"

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Just after sending it, Gao Lu handed it over with a thermos cup and said with a smile: "Drink some water, your lips are almost dry."

Wang Yan happened to be a little thirsty, so he took it casually. After taking two sips, he quickly warned: "Gao Lu, pay attention to your attitude! Why are you so nice to me? The little mosquito is still at home! What if she finds out the clues?

, I’m missing a school beauty girlfriend, and you’re also missing a good best friend.”

Gao Lu said calmly: "I know, why don't I just treat you badly? I'm the best at this."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Zhiwen pushed open the door and walked out, muttering that the Spring Festival Gala was not good to watch.

But Gao Lu looked at Wang Yan angrily and cursed: "Wang Yan, how dare you drink from my thermos cup! You don't want to live anymore, do you?"

As he said that, he picked up a baseball bat and hit Wang Yan on the shoulder without any reason!

Before Wang Yan was stunned, he received a solid blow on the shoulder.

Unexpectedly, Gao Lu showed no mercy at all. He used 90% of the force on this stick!

He suddenly grimaced in pain.

Song Zhiwen was also frightened. She didn't expect Gao Lu's temper to be as violent as ever. Wang Yan just drank from her cup and refused to stop until he was beaten to death!

Immediately, he hurriedly stepped forward to grab his best friend, and kept trying to help Wang Yan, and the latter also took the opportunity to sneak out of the master bedroom.

After running out, Wang Yan couldn't help but cursed secretly: Damn! How dare you hit me with a stick! Humph! When I hit you with a stick, don't fucking cry and beg for mercy!

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