The arrogance of the city

Chapter 109 The Story of Those Years
"Brother Yan, why didn't you ask me if I did Wang Yang's death?"

Li Futu quickly returned a toast, and then asked Yan Donglai who had never mentioned the case.

Yan Donglai put down his wine glass and said with a free and easy smile, "Brother Li would naturally speak up if he wanted to. Why should I ask more questions?"

Li Futu was silent for a while, then refilled the wine glasses of the two of them, but did not rush to toast again.

Looking at the array of exquisite dishes in front of him, he calmly said, "Brother Yan, why do you spare no effort to help me?"

"To be kind to others is to be kind to yourself."

Yan Donglai squeezed the wine glass, and said slowly: "If you help me, you are not helping me? I have always wanted to deal with the Wang family, but I have some scruples and have not done it for a long time. Brother Li also indirectly helped me busy."

Li Futu didn't ask any more questions, but smiled lightly and clinked glasses with Yan Donglai.Some things can be left to the end, and asking too clearly will not benefit both parties. He believes that the reason why Yan Dong came to help him cannot be as simple as he said, but there is always a purpose in the communication between people. How to put it, at least so far, Yan Donglai has no malice towards him.

After eating a piece of Qingjiang fish, Yan Donglai put down his chopsticks and said with emotion: "The fate of people is really wonderful. How could I, Yan Donglai, think that one day I would be able to sit in the top clubhouse in the East China Sea a few decades ago?" Exchange cups with others..."

Li Futu smiled empathetically, and when it comes to the unfathomable destiny, no one can feel it more deeply than him.

Pour yourself a glass of wine, and bumped into Li Futu, Yan Donglai, who has dominated the party now, still drank it boldly, wiped the corners of his mouth, and smiled at Li Futu: "Brother Li, are you interested?" Hear my story?"

Li Futu lowered his head and took a sip of his wine, then nodded silently, with an attitude of listening attentively.

"I was born in a desolate mountain village in the northwest. It is really not worth showing off to describe my hometown as desolate, but it is the truth. When I was in school, from elementary school to junior high school, I had to walk no less than [-] kilometers of mountain roads to and from school every day. Maybe the foundation of my body was laid by walking too much on the mountain roads at that time."

Yan Donglai smiled vicissitudes: "From elementary school to high school, I gritted my teeth all the way through. Most of the children my age dropped out of elementary school or junior high school. There is no way. Parents in the world, which one is a fool? Who doesn't know? Let the children study more to find a way out? But the family is poor, and they can’t even pay for the tuition fees. Let the children continue to study, and the whole family will starve to death. I am one of the lucky ones. Notoriously stubborn, my mother who raised my lower body disabled would rather go to the city to sell blood to pay for my tuition. How many years ago did it happen? That would be a penny and a dime, really mixed with blood and sweat. This kind of In the environment, who dares to be lazy? Hold a book and want to eat it."

Yan Donglai's tone was unhurried, talking about the past that seemed heavy on anyone, but there was always a slight smile on his face.

A man of this age, coming through heavy wind and rain, not dead or disabled, is now in glory, and his mentality is not much softer than steel after going through ups and downs, right?
He took out his bag and Tianxia, ​​lit one, threw one to Li Futu, and continued: "When I graduated from high school, I waited nervously for the notice from Northwest University, and everyone in the village was envious of it. In an ordinary child, my father is a farmer facing the loess, and my mother is still slumped on the bed all year round. Why am I the only college student in the village? Do you know what it feels like to feel proud? That is probably the most proud of my life. Once in 300, the moment I received the admission notice, I was faced with a tuition fee of more than 300 yuan. At that time, I vowed to go to the city to work during the holidays. Well, my dad almost begged the whole village to borrow money. At that time, more than [-] yuan was not a small amount. How could I get it all? In the end, I didn’t even get half of it, but it didn’t matter. Anyway, I was going to the city during the summer vacation. If you work part-time here, if you do more, you can always pay for your tuition, don't you think?"

Yan Donglai suddenly asked Li Futu a question, holding a cigarette and grinning.

Li Futu, who quietly listened to Yan Donglai's narration of the past, nodded slightly and remained silent.

Yan Donglai twitched the corner of his mouth, put out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, and said calmly: "But just a few days after I got the admission notice, my mother died. She committed suicide. The reason that everyone in the city finds it ridiculous: she is afraid that because of her body, she will drag down her son who is admitted to college. Ha, what am I? Who has the right to say that she is doing right or wrong? But this Feelings, I remember, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to repay them in this life. At that time, I was 20 years old, after watching the coffin, and on the day of the funeral, my father, who was always silent about this matter, stuffed the more than 100 tuition fees he borrowed. into my bag, cried, and kicked me out of the house, which was more than 20 kilometers of mountain road, I really didn’t feel any pain at that time, I just thought that the old man kicked me all the way, would it be Tired? When I was sent to the car, my father, who didn’t speak all the way, held my shoulder with a hoarse voice, and told me, don’t let me be sorry for my mother. Then he turned around and left, and then I swore that later If I am really promising, I will spend a lot of money to build a decent grave for her old man."

"In those two months, I collected enough tuition fees and reported by myself. For the next three years, I supported myself. In my senior year, I used all my savings to start a business. The small business grew bigger and bigger. Eighty-eight When I got my first pot of gold in 1990, when I got married in [-], brother Li, guess how much money I have?"

Yan Donglai narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked softly, but before Li Futu on the opposite side could give an answer, he waved his hand, calmly and forcefully, loudly, and said with undisguised pride: "More than 800 million, yes Isn't it great?"

Li Futu raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He didn't know whether it was alcohol residue or what, but he felt his mouth was full of bitterness.

The story of Yan Donglai is indeed not a good one. He nodded silently and sighed in his heart. In the era of 1990, when ten thousand yuan households were still valued, the net worth of more than 800 million was indeed very powerful.

"After a big ups and downs, there is an eternal law. Just when I allocated 60 yuan to send someone to build a glamorous tomb for my mother, I was betrayed for the first time in my life. In the second year, my wife, whom I had a crush on for several years in college, cooperated with someone else, and made a very careful trap, entrapped me tightly, and swept away almost all my things overnight. Really, the success was accidental In [-], when I was about the same age as you are now, I thought about committing suicide countless times, but finally endured it because I was afraid that I would go down and face my mother who committed suicide for me. "

Yan Donglai said slowly, his tone was not sad, but it was heavy and desolate that made people breathless.

Most of the bottle of Louis XIII had been killed by him before he knew it. This big man who is now a powerful man in the East China Sea blushed, but he couldn't stop his story. He glanced at Li Futu, who was hesitating to speak, and said with a smile: "Brother Li, I think you are also very strange. With my current status, why haven't I found another daughter-in-law?"

This time without Li Futu answering, Yan Donglai's laughter suddenly amplified, and he gave the answer himself.

"Because I'm disabled and have only one kidney. Kidney deficiency."

"At that time, selling a kidney was the only way I could think of to make a comeback. How ridiculous? But I want revenge! This is ridiculous human nature. A kidney is worth 20 yuan. I just use this 20 yuan to start from scratch. In the beginning, and I was very lucky, in [-], when I really made a comeback and found the woman who betrayed me in Kyoto, I immediately started to take revenge without hesitation. The result after that is definitely unexpected, or is it a fiasco, is it tragic enough? So nostalgia is a good thing, but it’s not all good. At that time, I met my nobleman, the pair of dogs and men who were so powerful that I almost despaired. Under his orders, all the property It disappeared almost in an instant. Do you know how I felt at that time? At that time, I felt that even if the nobleman took my cheap life, he could still die with a smile on his face. But my cheap life is of course not that valuable. I paid such a high price to avenge me, my life is not enough to repay this kindness. So all these years, I have been climbing up regardless of everything, in order to repay the kindness of the year. "

Yan Donglai suddenly took a sip of wine for himself, probably because he drank too much and coughed because he was choked, he wiped the corners of his mouth, and said with scarlet eyes: "Brother Li, don't look at me, Yan Donglai, now How glamorous it looks on the surface, I know, in fact, many people secretly say that I am a slave and a running dog, but I don’t care, really. In this world, I have to admit that sometimes being a dog is really better than being a human.”

Li Futu took a sip of wine, his expression was calm, and his eyes were full of sorrow. He never expected that Yan Donglai, the king of the East China Sea who seemed to be powerful and mighty, had such a heavy past.

Along the eight thousand miles, there are not only magnificent clouds and moons on the road, but also countless bitterness and blood and tears.

Yan Donglai wiped his face, squeezed the wine glass, his face was slightly drunk, "Sorry, I drank too much nonsense and made Brother Li laugh."

Li Futu, who had listened to the whole story silently, shook his head lightly, picked up his wine glass, and stared at this man with a past far more magnificent than the rivers and lakes, with an expression of sincerity never before.

"Brother Yan, I respect you for this glass of wine."

Yan Donglai, whose eyes and face were flushed, laughed, and clinked glasses with Li Futu boldly.

"Respect the years."

The sound was clear and crisp, and the scarlet liquid in the cup was slightly rippling, just like the past that is far away but cannot be forgotten.

(End of this chapter)