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Cheng Fei thought that his cousin was unwilling to help, so he quickly suppressed the naive thoughts in his heart, "Forget it, cousin, I didn't mean to embarrass you. I just said it smoothly."

But Tian Guo shook his head.

"No, it's not that I don't want to recommend him. It's just that his qualifications don't seem to be enough." Tian Guo said.

"You said the boss also praised him, why can't you make an exception?" Cheng Fei asked.

"That's right. I'll give it a try." Tian Guo settled the matter as soon as he made the decision.

Cheng Fei forgot to ask his cousin about the outcome of this matter.

In short, the day after his cousin returned to his hometown, Song Xiaofan was successfully promoted to the position of manager, but he did not replace his cousin's position as general manager.

This was a happy event worth celebrating, and Song Xiaofan immediately invited Cheng Fei out for a drink.

Cheng Fei thought again of the three of them having supper together, most of which were invited by Song Xiaofan. He is not as fussy as others. Since he wants to treat guests, he treats them generously. For delicious food, I ordered the signature dishes of the late-night snack stall. One portion of each is enough for every meal.

He was particularly happy, feeling that his cousin was very righteous, and at the same time he was proud to have a friend like Song Xiaofan.

Thinking of these past events, Cheng Fei's heart became increasingly unbalanced.

"I helped you find a job and got promoted. No matter what, I have helped you a lot. I didn't expect you to repay me in this way!" Cheng Fei's eyes had turned red, "What do you think of me?" Now? Have you ever considered me your friend?"

Thinking of this, Cheng Fei shed two lines of tears.

Fate often played tricks on him, causing him to change jobs frequently and not be able to save money.

He once envied Song Xiaofan for this.

After all, Xiaofan graduated successfully, found a job successfully, and was later promoted smoothly.

On the other hand, I have been looking for jobs all year round, and each job lasted less than three years. He had low academic qualifications, no family background, and no special skills. When he wanted to learn a skill, he failed because of various setbacks.

Somehow, he thought of this again, and the more he thought about it, the sadder he became.

His girlfriend betrayed him, his mother died unexpectedly due to a farce, his father has resented him ever since, and now even his former best friend is unwilling to recognize him.

People have changed, why is he still so persistent?

The early Song Xiaofan and the now cold-blooded Song Xiaofan don't look like the same person at all. He didn't even have the guts to admit his true identity, or he didn't even bother to recognize himself as a friend.

Cheng Fei himself couldn't explain clearly.

Maybe, he has no other friends in his life except Song Xiaofan. Perhaps, no one else cared about him as much as Song Xiaofan once did, and he had already regarded this buddy as a part of his life. Now, this part is about to separate itself and fly solo. With its wings stiffened, it is time to fly to a higher and broader sky alone.

Cheng Fei, Cheng Fei, you are a failure as a human being.

Who else in this world lives a more miserable life than you?

The ugly man didn't know what Cheng Fei thought of, but he suddenly cried when he saw him, but his expression remained unchanged, as if he were a stone without any emotion. An emotionless word came out of his mouth, "You——"

Cheng Fei was furious and rushed over to beat the ugly man, "Tell me, why?"

"Why did you also betray me?" He punched to the flesh, and the sound of the wind filled his ears. "Are you really crazy?" The ugly man dodged sideways, then stretched out his long legs and kicked Cheng Fei on the chest. The force was so strong that he hit Cheng Fei's body against a big tree. .

"Ah!" Cheng Fei shouted.

"Damn it!" He yelled and came back, grabbed the ugly man's chest and hit him, making a dull thumping sound.

"Get away!" The ugly man raised his leg and kicked him again.

Cheng Fei fell to the ground and suddenly there was a handful of dirt in his mouth, "Bah!" He spat out the dirt and found that there was some blood in the saliva.

"I don't believe in evil anymore. I'm going to beat you until you admit it!" Cheng Fei roared and rushed over.

The two started another round of scuffle.

At the same time, at the foot of Xilang Mountain, the old man with some gray hair was still walking slowly. Every half an hour he walked, he would stop and rest. He held the tree trunk with one hand, and the other hand was still on his waist, breathing heavily.

"Where did this little bastard go?" The old man cursed to himself.

Looking at the misty forest in front of him, his eyes twitched violently, as if he felt something was about to happen.

"Ouch!" The ugly man screamed as his eyes were swollen by Cheng Fei's fist. His large European-style eyelids turned black, and his eyeballs turned red due to the strong squeeze, and his eyes were filled with fear.

Cheng Fei did not show mercy because of this, but instead waved his fist harder, like a crab waving its big claw, vowing to pinch the bad guys to bleed and learn a bloody lesson, "Say it, say it!"

"I'm sick!" The ugly man suddenly bent down, hugged Cheng Fei's waist tightly, and dived down the slope.

After a while, Cheng Fei felt his back hit something solid again, rough and cold. It's a big tree! Before he could recover, he was kicked down the mountain, "Ah!"

Cheng Fei rolled down the slope passively. The terrain was steep and the rolling speed became faster and faster. The sky was spinning, looking at me now and then facing away from me. Sometimes the ground is on my back, and sometimes it's under my face. Everything is out of my control.

Suddenly, his head hit a solid stone - a large stone stuck at the foot of the mountain. The surface was uneven and there were many protruding sharp stalagmites from time to time. In this way, his way was blocked by rocks, but he fainted.

In a daze, he didn't know anything, let alone remember anything.

On the hillside, the ugly man looked at all this from a distance, with a cruel smile in the corner of his eyes, "If you are sick, you must treat it!" It wasn't until he saw Cheng Fei fainted that he took a shortcut back to Song Huihe. In Ms. Wang’s old house.

This ancient house is still quiet, and the occupants have not returned yet. As for who checked in, the ugly man also wanted to know.

The ugly man broke in, took out the key from his body and opened a bedroom, which led to the storage room-it was a storage room dug into the mountain. He walked in with ease, took out his gloves from his backpack and put them on, then ducked under the bed.

There was a layer of dust on the many pottery pots gathered together. He moved them away one by one, revealing the wooden boards underneath. There was a small buckle on the wooden board. He lifted it up and opened it with some effort, revealing the wooden box underneath. The wooden box was not brand new, but it was definitely not worn out. The wooden boards had not been corroded by insects or ants, nor did they emit a rotten smell. The only unpleasant thing is that the wooden box smells like dust.

If you look closely, you will see that this wooden box has been embedded in the ground. The top cover is exactly on the same horizon as the ground, and is squeezed by the pot, so no one will notice at all.

Who would go out of their way to set up that wooden box with such care?

The ugly man put his backpack down on his knees and slowly unzipped it.

I hope this book will give book lovers a good reading experience! Thanks to Shuizhuo Gaga, Ji Mu, Xisai Hanyue, and a little Bandeng for their support. hey-hey!