Time and space change, and after a while, Luo Yu came back expressionlessly. His red eyes exposed the sadness in his heart.

"Let's go." Zhang Jian patted his shoulder and said nothing.

In the office of the director of the chemical factory, Zhang Hua carefully checked with a stack of raw material transportation tables. Recently, he found that a batch of auxiliary equipment was transported by some people in the factory to a place where he had no right to interfere, and the purchase fee for this batch of materials was the factory's money. This fee caused some data in the factory's financial data table this quarter that was inconsistent with the operating conditions, and this expenditure must be reported by the bureau as part of the tax payment. This made the financial income and expenditure that had just improved suddenly become a prototype.

At this time, Dong Wei came to Zhang Hua's office. He was wearing a light blue slim suit, a button on a white shirt, and a lazy expression, facing Zhang Hua, whose face was getting ugly: "Mr. Dong, I would like to ask where is the batch of chemical equipment purchased by the factory from the Jiangsu state-owned machinery factory this quarter? If it is the factory's equipment, I want to know where they are? If it is not the factory's equipment, I want to know why they are going to the factory's price?"

Dong Wei pinched a metal lighter with two fingers, and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket with the other hand and smoked it "bang": "Zhang Hua, my squad leader Zhang Da. What era is it now? It is money, the era of money. Without a lot of money, no one will regard you as a human being." As he said that, he stepped forward to the window of the office, pulled the curtains with one hand, and let the hot sunlight at noon outside the window spread on him: "Look at the workers under the factory, they have no money, they have to work for us. If they have no money, they have to use their lives to work for us under the scorching sun, and we sat comfortably in the office, blowing the air conditioner. Why, because we have money."

After saying that, Dong Wei pounded the glass window with a "bounce". After venting his anger, he was like a deflated ball and spread it on the sofa in the office, not even paying attention to the cigarette butt in his mouth falling on his shirt.

He held his mouth unconsciously: "I used to think that this ten years would be an era of rich people, an era where descendants of our businessmen could truly show their strength. But, all this is a lie! a lie."

"Dong Wei, are you okay?" Zhang Hua looked at the lost old classmate in front of him with a worried look, feeling uncomfortable. The young man who drank beer and ate a stall in front of Zhang Hua in the summer of 1992, with a pair of bright eyes. In Zhang Hua's heart, the young man who was determined to do a great career really had nothing to do with the decadent man in front of him.

"Nan Yin..." Dong Wei spread on the sofa, staring at the sky outside the window with his eyes blankly.

At this time, the two of them lowered their heads with their own worries, and the office was silent for a moment.

Dong Wei reluctantly supported himself, and the expression on his face became serious little by little. In Zhang Hua's eyes, the boy's unwilling aura of reproaching back then appeared in Zhang Hua's eyes. He told Zhang Hua in a straight voice: "Old classmate, listen to my advice, don't check those things, nor can you check them. Those equipment is minefields, and you can't stand it. I hope I don't know in the past two weeks, and you don't know either. Two weeks later, I believe the whole thing will be over. Just pretend to investigate and go to the Middle East for a few days."

After hearing this, Zhang Hua's face was complicated. He found that he didn't understand the man in front of him at all. In the ten years after separation from college, except for a few occasional meetings in Hangzhou, he almost didn't understand the people and things that Dong Wei had experienced over the years. But Zhang Hua felt that if you don't say anything else, Dong Wei had not changed in so many years, that is, loyalty.

In fact, there were several reports of surrounding environment research in the drawer of Zhang Hua's desk. He was a little hesitant just now, not knowing whether to show up with Dong Wei completely. He also knew that Dong Wei was involuntarily now, but if this underground activity was not stopped in time, it would not be of any benefit to everyone present, especially for villagers who have not received formal training, perhaps cancer would be their best way to get rid of it.

"These scumbags!" Luo Yu punched Dong Wei's face angrily, but the interweaving of time and space made them unable to influence each other.

"Okay, Lao Luo. Now let's go to February 18, 1998 to see what happened?" Zhang Jian stopped Luo Yu's behavior. With his left arm swung, everyone disappeared from the spot wrapped in white light.

In a three-story villa in Hangzhou, Dong Wei walked anxiously in the study room on the second floor, walked from the left end of the desk to the right end of the desk, and from the right end of the desk to the left end of the desk. His wife entered the study with a plate of fresh fruit and asked quietly: "Awei, eat some fruit. You have been hungry for a day."

"No, no, no, no." Dong Wei grabbed his wife's arm, his eyes turned red, and his face turned ferociously: "Why are you still here? I'm going to book you a plane ticket to Canada this morning? Why don't you listen to me!"

His wife was obviously frightened by Dong Wei, whose face turned red, and nodded and sobbed carefully: "It's still... it's not you... the air ticket you bought. The airline sent a message saying that it was raining heavily in Hangzhou today, and there was a thunderstorm environment in the high-altitude clouds. The plane could not fly now, so the flight in the morning was cancelled."

After hearing his wife's words, Dong Wei's expression was stunned for a moment, and then he relaxed all over his body, and his heart felt like he was putting down a huge stone. He raised his head and sat cross-legged on the chair, muttering: "It seems that they will not let me go. It seems that they will not let me go! In the territory of Hangzhou, why can't no one stop them? Could it be that the batch of dogs in Hangzhou betrayed me! No, no..."

"I'm really abandoned by someone who is playing games with me, it seems that I'm really abandoned. Xiaoli, thank you for your hard work in the past two years. Take the child to the basement to see if you can escape by chance."

"As for me, I cannot live, and I don't want to die, and I don't want to be hamstrung! I want to see who they will send to kill me." After saying that, Dong Wei picked up the light blue suit on the chair and lifted it on his hand, and tidied the snow-white shirt inside and the burgundy cotton vest on the outside with his other hand. After feeling that he was neatly arranged all over his body, Dong Wei walked down the stairs with a calm look on his face.

In the living room on the first floor, he placed a sofa chair on the walkway and sat down steadily in front of the gate on the first floor.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!