Cao Wenlong's plan was praised by He Boge. The tactical pens he promoted were very popular. They struck while the iron was hot and launched a series of corresponding projects.

He Berg told Wei Taiqiang: "If we had a few more business geniuses like Cao Wenlong here, our career would have been better."

Wei Taiqiang said: "Is that Cao Wenlong so good?" That's great." He opened his mouth and showed his big teeth. "We have a fat man who can think, a smart fat man, and a college student. I used to send a college student, a philosophy student, a really annoying guy. You don't seem to be annoying. I bet you know you're very slippery."

"It's not always a slippery head, sir." I think I can't help but answer.

"Are you Capricorn?"

"No, it's Aquarius." I said.

He made a face.

"You are also Aquarius? This is not good. Two Aquarius people will constantly experience annoying frictions. I don't want to know what sign, there is no reason at all. If you keep your mouth under control, you should never say what sign you belong to."

"Okay." I replied.

He was still coughing gently. "It's Aquarius, from Piedmont, and he is studying economy and trade, haha. When you get here, yes, it's humanitarian. I don't understand you, fat man. But why do I understand you? We really have no obligation to understand each other, right? It's only one week, five days plus two days in total, just be able to withstand it. We need to go as fast as we fly. Right?"

"right."

"No, no." He retorted proudly. "You will see, what a weird person this is. OK, tomorrow at 7 o'clock, get here. Then go to the train station and go to Genoa, Rome, Napoli. Have you been?"

"Napoli hasn't been there."

"Oh, we finally have to accompany this Aquarius who studies economic and trade to a new place I haven't been to. I was already disappointed." Behind the biting cigarette was his smile.

"I don't know we'll stay in Genoa and Rome. If I understand," I said.

"Are we parked there? Who said we were going to get off there? If I wanted to, of course we could get off. If there were any bullets flying, we would have to get off. Go down and have a walk, if there were any other entertainment, we could also park for one stop. Five days plus two days: Do you care about how to pass those days? Want to find some time to do your own thing in those days? Are there any prostitutes waiting for you? Tell me, tell me."

"No, I have no plans, I just said that."

"The fat man is just talking about that." He stretched his arms and stood up, yawning a big yawn.

He was extremely thin, like a long, thin wire carrying clothes and pants, which made him look even thinner. His slender neck stretched out from the collar of his shirt, like a hook on the hanger pressing his head.

He walked through the room calmly, took out a bottle of whiskey from the cupboard, poured a large cup after opening it, drank half of it in one gulp, and then let out a long breath before drinking it all. At this time, a big gray cat walked out of some dark place, came to him quietly, and stopped in front of him. The cat's tail slowly swung on the floor.

"It's called Baron," he explained to me as he put down his cup. "Is it very mighty? Is it 6 years old. A big fat cat that has been castrated. It hates me. But if I'm not at home or can't hear me, it will make a fuss. And when I'm there, it always wants to trip me. But it has never succeeded, poor Baron."

The big gray cat looked at him, tilting his face, his tail trembling like electricity.

"It's angry again as usual, right?" He said, as he leaned down stiffly and stroked the hair on the back of the big gray cat's ears and neck. "Little bad guy, murderer. I'll leave tomorrow. Let's see how the noble lady dealt with you. In the end, you'll chop all your meat, fat guy."

The big gray cat trembled and panted, and ran away from his touch and ran to the corner with sadness. However, some of his undetectable passion and subtle actions made me feel that he was very smart: on the surface he was not that eye-catching, but he was wise, humorous, and had a strange perspective of thinking.

He stretched out his right hand.

"Listen, do you have a wallet?"

I was shocked. I took out my wallet and handed it to his hand. As soon as I touched his finger, he held the wallet tightly into his hand.

“How much money is there?”

I said the number.

He just flipped through it and took out a few tickets and handed them to me.

"Hold the ID and leave certificate are all here?" he asked again, his attitude a little stiff.

"Yes, sir."

"I'll hold it." He smiled easily, looking very satisfied, and put his wallet in his pocket. "You trust yourself more and don't trust me very much, right? I'll send you a new one at the end. Don't be afraid, if you're unhappy, you can say it now."

"No, sir." I replied.

"Don't sing high-profile." He suddenly burst into laughter. "I know so much, you must be angry. Everyone will be angry. You'd better admit it."

"Okay, I said, if you hold it, I'm not happy."

He smiled with interest.

"I finally admit it." He coughed. "But you have to admit that I have to protect myself. You may be bored and suddenly throw me halfway, or throw me in a cafe or on the train here. No one knows you anyway."

"I'm not that kind of person." I objected.

"Maybe, who knows. If so, you will be punished, at least for a few days of confinement. You know that." The cigarette in his mouth swayed between his lips. "You'd better make me fantasize about being able to protect myself. That's it, are you willing?"

"Whatever you want, sir."

"Actually you don't want to do it at all. Anyway, your words "Yes, sir" are just casual. You don't eat it, fat man. Take it back and pack it up, and it's still the same as before. I dare say, your father is a farmer. Is it right?"

"It's a staff member." I said.

"That's your grandfather is a farmer."

"My grandfather opened "I don't know, sir. I don't think."

"Look, are you not going to eat the hard and soft?" he said happily. "Well, I won't punish you. The so-called punishment is my understanding of pity and sympathy. But you have to obey, do your duty, and be ready to say 'Yes, sir,' and so on. Then you will feel comfortable. Is that right?"

"I want to say that you will not punish me in any stupid way, or pity me for sympathy." I tried to explain.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!