Spare Tire is Gone

Influenced by his grandfather and mother, Qi Cong has practiced calligraphy since he was a child. Because he practiced early and practiced a lot, his characters were basically finalized during the junior high school period. No matter how he changed in the later period, he only added some personal habits to the fixed fonts.

But now, on the envelopes and brochures spread out in front of Qi Cong, it should have been written by him, but the handwriting is obviously different.

The word "suicide note" on the envelope was written too hard, the shape was blunt, and the structure was rather loose. It looked like a new handwritten handwriting.

The word "suicide note" in the brochure has also been deliberately written with some effort, but the shape is round, the structure is perfect, the turning of the pen is flexible and elegant, and it retains a strong personal style in the shape of the regular script.

Qi Cong frowned.

Handwriting is something that a person engraves into muscle memory, even if it is amnesia, it shouldn't be regressed so much. Looking at the force and stroke direction of the words "suicide note" on the envelope, it doesn't seem like they were written perfunctorily because they were about to commit suicide. Instead, they have a serious and solemn taste.

Something is wrong.

He picked up the envelope, turned it over and opened it, and pulled out the letter paper inside.

A lot of words appeared in front of him, densely packed, Qi Cong only glanced at it and frowned again.

Before, he was still holding a fluke, thinking whether it would be a special case that the words on the envelope were not written properly, but the words on the letter paper shattered his fluke.

With only a cursory scan, he discovered the structure of at least seven or eight characters, and these characters seemed very strange to him. No matter whether it was the strokes or the spacing habits of writing, there was no trace of his personal shadow.

This is not just a question of handwriting regression.

He looked at the content of the letter again, and his face wrinkled with disgust.

Is this a suicide letter or a love letter? Throughout the article, I expressed love to Jiang Zhaoyan, using words of sorrow and lingering, without mentioning Qi Yin and Lin Hui in a single sentence. Is this letter really written by him?

There was a knock on the door.

Qi Cong returned to his senses, temporarily pressed down his thoughts, stuffed the letter paper back into the envelope, closed the brochure, and got up to open the door.

Shen Jia stood outside the door holding a notepad and a pen. After Qi Cong opened the door, he first looked sideways at the room where Qi Yin and Lin Hui lived next door like a thief, then waved the notebook and pen in his hand at Qi Cong, and lowered his voice: "Brother Cong, I will help you. It’s done. The banking business and payment software have changed a lot in the past three years. I'm afraid you won't understand it alone."

Qi Cong nodded, and let Shen Jia in sideways.

The two sat on the bed cross-legged, Qi Cong took out all the cards in the wallet, lined them up, and then took out the phone and pressed it.

The phone screen does not light up.

Shen Jia leaned over and said, "Standby for several days, it's out of power."

"Wait for me." Qi Cong got up and turned out the charger, charged the phone and turned it on.

A call came in immediately, and the caller "Zhaoyan".

Qi Cong paused, looked at the screen for two seconds, connected the phone, and put the phone to his ear.

"This is the farewell you said? Why don't you continue to shut down and act?" A low-pitched male voice came from the receiver, with an angry tone, "Qi Cong, how many times do you have to pretend to be suicidal? You? Can you stop it? I said, I’m not trying to kick you out of the company, I just hope you can change your position. The R&D department is too important, and you won’t—"

This questioning made Qi Cong immediately confirm that Jiang Zhaoyan was indeed the same as Shen Jia said, and that he was not a good person. He interrupted the other party coldly: "Jiang Zhaoyan?"

There was silence on the phone for two seconds, and the tone suddenly eased: "I know you are angry and I am hiding from you and Xia—"

"Don't talk nonsense." Qi Cong interrupted Jiang Zhaoyan again, "I did say goodbye to you forever, go away."

Jiang Zhaoyan raised his voice: "What did you say—"

beep.

Qi Cong hung up the phone, looked for it, pulled Jiang Zhaoyan's number into the blacklist, and then turned around.

Shen Jia threw over excitedly: "Brother Sun, you were so handsome just now! Good job! That's what you have to do with scum, let him go!"

Qi Cong held on to the head of the bed before he was barely thrown over by Shen Jia, his expression relaxed a little, and he reached out his hand to pull Shen Jia off his body: "Okay, let's adjust the accounts."

The two sat on the bed again, Qi Cong was responsible for calling the bank to check the accounts, and Shen Jia was responsible for recording.

I don't know if I don't check it, I am surprised when I check it. There are a total of nine credit cards under Qi Cong's name, and the total arrears of all the cards are as high as 980,000, which basically emptied all the credits of the cards. In addition to cards, Qi Cong also borrowed money on some shopping platforms and payment software.

What makes people even more frightened and annoyed is that just the day before Qi Cong committed suicide, Qi Cong downloaded seven or eight loan apps in one go, borrowed a total of more than 160,000 from them, and placed an order for Jiang Zhaoyan. For luxury watches, the address of the watch is Jiang Zhaoyan’s company.

Judging from the chat records between Qi Cong and the brand's customer service, this watch is a birthday gift Qi Cong bought for Jiang Zhaoyan.

Qi Cong squeezed the card in his hand tightly.

Shen Jia looked worried: "Brother?"

"It's okay." Qi Cong discarded the card, "Can this order be cancelled?"

Shen Jia nodded quickly: "Yes, the customer service said that this watch needs to be transferred from abroad, and the delivery is relatively slow. I just checked, the watch you bought has not been shipped yet, you can cancel it directly."

Qi Cong's expression looked good: "Then just cancel it."

After a quarter of an hour, the purchase payment was returned to Qi Cong's account by the system. Qi Cong used the money to repay the debts owed by the loan apps and uninstalled them. ?

After another half an hour, the accounts were finally sorted out thoroughly. Adding in the installment money for buying things on various shopping platforms, Qi Cong owes more than 1.43 million in total.

Shen Jia put down the notepad that was filled with various numbers, looked at Qi Cong, and stopped talking.

Qi Cong was calmer than Shen Jia thought. He didn't try his best not to ask for help. After he took the card on the bed, he said: "Jiajia, can you lend me 1.5 million yuan first? I want to pay back these accounts first, and then cancel and close these cards and accounts. After the account is settled, I want to rent a house for my parents to make them more comfortable. I promise that I will make money back to you as soon as possible."

"No problem, I'll transfer the money to you!" Shen Jia quickly took out his mobile phone.

After receiving Shen Jia's transfer, Qi Cong insisted on writing an IOU of 1.5 million to Shen Jia, and then agreed with Shen Jia to go to the major banks to cancel the account tomorrow.

It was not too early to finish all these hours. Qi Cong got up and sent Shen Jia back to his room. Before Shen Jia left, he suddenly asked, "Why did I commit suicide? The day before, I was still lending Jiang Zhaoyan to buy gifts, and the next day I committed suicide. Now, something must have happened in the middle."

Shen Jia stopped to look back, hesitated, and replied: "Because Jiang Zhaoyan and that An Xia, the interior designer's youngest son An Xia, are engaged."

Qi Cong was stunned: "Anjia? Is it the Anjia I know?"

"Yes, it is the former partner of your family, Anbai Design Company's home."

"..." Qi Cong pressed his lower lip vigorously, and asked again, "What does Jiang Zhaoyan do?"

"Smart home. Brother Jiang, Jiang Zhaoyan's company developed entirely by absorbing the blood of you and your family."

After sending Shen Jia away, Qi Cong returned to the room, stood by the bed and looked at the pile of cards collected on it, cursing in a low voice.

…

Cancelling the card, looking for a house, renting a house, and moving, Qi Cong just rushed to the next working day and before Lin Hui officially went to work at the old friend’s educational institution, he took two days to complete all of these.

The new house he rented is near Lin Hui’s working place. It has two bedrooms and one living room. It has a large balcony. The decoration is relatively new and the appliances are complete. Although it is not as good as the small villa that Qi’s family lived in before, it is compared to Qi Yin and Lin Hui. The old residential house where I lived before is much better.

Although he owes a lot of debts, Qi Cong is not prepared to wrong his parents. After moving home, he went to the supermarket to make up a lot of daily necessities for Qi Yin and Lin Hui, bought a few sets of clothes for change, and he even bought a set of skin care products for Qi Yin.

Then he bid farewell to Lin Hui and Qi Yin at the dinner table.

Lin Hui frowned: "Will you leave tomorrow?"

Shen Jia, who was immersed in the rice, also raised his head when he heard the words. He wanted to talk, but he was choked by the rice.

Qi Cong poured a glass of water for Shen Jia and replied: "Well, Jia Jia has been delayed for so long in Haicheng for me, and missed a lot of work in Beishi, so it's time to go back."

Shen Jia hurriedly swallowed the food, and said anxiously: "I didn't—"

Qi Cong looked at Shen Jia: "You took several calls today with me behind your back, and I heard the people on the phone scold you."

Shen Jia turned off and said with no confidence: "That's my agent, he is the bad temper."

"And I also want to work quickly. It's always bad to sit and eat in the sky." Qi Cong looked at Qi Yin and Lin Hui again, "Mom and Dad, I have been under your protection for so many years, and it's time to go out and break through. ."

Lin Hui wanted to speak but was blocked by Qi Yin. Qi Yin smiled at Qi Cong: "Go if you want, Mom is still waiting to enjoy your blessing."

The matter of leaving was so settled.

After dinner, Qi Cong and Shen Jia went to do the last thing before leaving Haicheng-returning to Qi Cong's rented apartment, and packing Qi Cong's luggage by the way.

Shen Jia was a little awkward, and while driving, he said: "Brother Song, I saw that my uncle bought a lot of meat and vegetables back. Obviously he wants to replenish your body. And I think it's better for you to raise your body."

"I want to make money early." Qi Cong fastened his seat belt and looked at the busy traffic ahead, "I don't want to be left behind by the times."

Shen Jia glanced at Qi Cong's calm profile, his mouth moved, but after all, he didn't stop it.

It was completely dark when I arrived at the apartment. It was dinner time, and the elevator was crowded with residents who came back for dinner or went downstairs to get takeout. Shen Jia pressed his hat nervously, tucked his shoulders and shrank behind Qi Cong, for fear of being recognized.

The two of them have been doing business abroad for the past two days. Shen Jia looks like this when he arrives in a crowded place. Qi Cong is a little amused and whispered: "You are more suspicious like this."

"Suspicious is better than being recognized, chased and intercepted."

The elevator just arrived, and Shen Jia hurriedly arched Qi Cong into it.

The elevator quickly filled up, the doors closed, the fragrance of vegetables filled, and no one spoke.

"Huh, the poster was changed?"

I don't know who said it. Everyone in the elevator became agitated. They turned to look at the poster on the right side of the elevator, and then some of the quiet sardines got excited.

"It's Gu Gu!"

"It's actually replaced by the poster of "Heaven Questions". Whoever changed it, it's okay."

"Is "Heaven's Questions" going to be released?"

"Yes, the schedule for September 1st, I don't know which ghost is the one who decided to pick such a good day for the beginning of school."

The crowd buzzed, and Qi Cong also looked sideways at the elevator poster.

It was a poster with a rather desolate overall style. In the endless Gobi, a dilapidated earthen house stood alone on the top of the slope. There was a flag flying on the roof, and a man in black with hair was holding a sword and standing on top of the flagpole. He was long and jade, with awe-inspiring temperament. The black cap covered most of his face, and only a little bit from the chin to the chin could be seen. radian.

Qi Cong's eyes widened slightly.

This jaw...

"Brother Cong? Brother Cong? We are here." Shen Jia poked Qi Cong's waist lightly.

Qi Cong returned to his senses. Seeing that the elevator door had been opened for some time, the other people in the elevator looked at this side, whispered apologize, and shielded Shen Jia out of the elevator.

The elevator doors are closed and continue upward.

Shen Jia stood up straight and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's risky. Just now, a girl kept staring at me and wanted to rub against me, which scared me to death."

Qi Cong's mind was full of that chin line, and couldn't help asking: "The poster in the elevator just now..."

"Qi Cong!"

The sudden appearance of a male voice interrupted Qi Cong's words, and he turned his head to look at the sound coming and going.

A tall, handsome man with sharp features, but wearing a black suit on a hot day, stood at the corner of the corridor with an impatient face and asked: "How did you change the apartment password!"