There was a "ding", and then a voice rang: "You have a text message that has arrived, you have a text message that has arrived."
Sheng Chuncheng's mobile phone for blind people usually rarely sends text messages. His customers all know that he is blind and will not send him text messages. If anything happens, they will call him directly. Even those who send spam advertisements seem to
Everyone knows that this is a blind person's mobile phone, and they don't even bother to read spam messages.
"The Rebirth of Financial Giants"
In the afternoon, Sheng Chuncheng had just gone to Oriental Runyuan to give Mr. Lan and Mr. Yun a massage. On his way home, the car was almost riding to the gate of the community. Hearing a "ding", Sheng Chuncheng pulled over and stopped. He was still there.
Sitting on the bicycle, I just put one foot on the sidewalk.
Sheng Chuncheng picked up his mobile phone and looked at it. He was surprised and happy. What was surprising was that the message was actually from the Social Security Center, telling him that his social security had been successfully certified and the first installment of fees had been successfully deducted.
Brother, they really went to buy social security for him. Fortunately, it seemed that there was no help. Ding Huamei was right, no one cared about the photo on the copy of the ID card.
Sheng Chuncheng got on the road again, rode to the gate of the community, turned left, and went to Ding Huamei's place. When Ding Huamei saw Sheng Chuncheng come in, he was still a little confused. They had not spoken much for two days and went to bed.
, they each turn their bodies to one side and sleep on their own.
Sheng Chuncheng came over and showed her the text message. Ding Huamei looked at it, raised his eyebrows, laughed and shouted:
"That's great, Sheng Chuncheng, now you also have an employer."
Sheng Chuncheng still had doubts: "But they are a gangster..."
"Then what's the point, you can't be a good comrade who breaks into the enemy's interior?" Ding Huamei said, "They all call you a military advisor, but you, a military advisor, can't lead them in a good direction? Besides, they just want to pull you.
If you go to fight and kill people, you, a blind man, can you see?"
Sheng Chuncheng thought it made sense and smiled.
Sheng Chuncheng glanced up, grabbed his cell phone from Ding Huamei's hand, and put it away. He saw Ding Huamei and their dean coming out of the corridor. He was not afraid of him, but afraid that he would see him.
After all, he had a guilty conscience after finding his blind mobile phone.
The dean passed in front of them and just glanced at them, his face expressionless.
After he passed, Sheng Chuncheng and Ding Huamei said, "I'm leaving then. I'll go to the market to buy vegetables. What do you want to eat?"
Ding Huamei pursed her lips and said sullenly, "I want to eat a pig's head. You can buy a pig's head and take it home."
Sheng Chuncheng laughed and said, "Okay, I'll buy a pig's head. By the way, I'll ask my uncle to have dinner at home too."
Ding Huamei said okay, you can go.
After coming out of Ding Huamei's clinic, Sheng Chuncheng went to the blind massage parlor nearby. The uncle was serving a customer. Sheng Chuncheng told the uncle and asked him to go home for dinner after get off work. The uncle asked:
"What's the good thing?"
Sheng Chuncheng smiled and said, just come, uncle said yes.
After leaving the blind massage parlor, Sheng Chuncheng's bicycle that he just rode had already been ridden away. Sheng Chuncheng thought for a while, since the market is not far from here, he might as well walk there.
When he reached a quiet place in front of him, Sheng Chuncheng stopped. He took out his mobile phone for blind people and called Brother Dong. Once the call came through, Brother Dong asked:
"Can you introduce me?"
Sheng Chuncheng told Brother Dong that he had just received a text message from the Social Security Center, Brother Dong, thank you.
Brother Dong's place was very busy and there was a lot of noise in the background. He said, "It's on the back of the table, that's it (don't be verbose, that's it)" and hung up the phone.
"That's it, that's it."
Sheng Chuncheng spoke a few words in Hangzhou dialect to his mobile phone which already had a busy signal, and he himself started to laugh.
Just as Sheng Chuncheng was about to put his phone away, his phone rang again. It was Mr. Fang who had not called him for a long time. Sheng Chuncheng quickly picked up the call.
Mr. Fang made an appointment with him to give Lao Wan a massage the next afternoon. She told Sheng Chuncheng that when Mr. Wan woke up in the morning these days, his right ankle was always swollen and not painful. She didn't know what was going on.
Master Sheng, please help me deal with it.
Sheng Chuncheng said yes, I understand, Mr. Fang.
The next afternoon, Sheng Chuncheng went to the lobby of Brilliance Ginza Hotel and sat on the sofa. The driver, Lao Huang, came in to pick him up. Sheng Chuncheng got in the car and saw Mr. Fang, who was wearing sunglasses and sitting upright.
In the passenger seat, the two people were as usual, as if no one saw the other.
The car started and Sheng Chuncheng sat in the back seat, observing carefully through his sunglasses, trying to discern any clues from Lao Huang and Mr. Fang. Of these two people, Lao Huang's identity and status were not high, but among Wan Wan
Hui International should be the one who has direct contact with the senior management, and this Mr. Fang is even more so. He can be said to be a direct stakeholder. He is the younger brother of the female Mr. Fang.
But Sheng Chuncheng could see nothing from their faces and manners, not the effect that Professor Zheng mentioned when sparks hit the earth and spilled out.
When the car arrived at the underground parking lot of Wanhui Building, it was still the same as before. Lao Huang was at the door of the elevator hall, letting Mr. Fang and Sheng Chuncheng down, and then he drove the car and disappeared.
Sheng Chuncheng followed Mr. Fang upstairs. The elevator door opened. The girl at the door was still the same. When she saw them, she was still smiling as usual. Mr. Fang led Sheng Chuncheng towards Lao Wan's office. When he passed the secretary's office
, Sheng Chuncheng saw Secretary Fang sitting inside, without raising his head, lowering his head and typing something on the keyboard.
When passing the woman's head office, the door was open and there was no one inside. The two people walked to the door of Lao Wan's office and stopped. Mr. Fang knocked on the door, and the woman's voice came from inside, "Come in."
Following Mr. Fang in, Sheng Chuncheng saw Mr. Wan sitting behind the executive desk and the female Mr. Fang still sitting on the sofa.
This time, there was no one in Lao Wan's office.
Mr. Fang, who was wearing sunglasses, turned around and went out. Mr. Fang also stood up and said to Lao Wan, "You can go in then." She said and walked towards the door. Before she could reach the door, the door opened and a girl came in and faced Fang.
Zong smiled and said something in their hometown dialect. Sheng Chuncheng didn't hear it clearly, so he probably called her sister.
After entering the inner room, everything was still the same as before. Sheng Chuncheng changed his clothes and sat there waiting. Watching the girl from a distance, he took Lao Wan into the bathtub and then into the steam room. He waited until they finally emerged from the shower room.
When she came out, the girl walked and said to Sheng Chuncheng:
"Master Sheng, it's ready."
Sheng Chuncheng stood up. The girl dried Lao Wan's body, put on his slippers, and helped him walk to the massage table. He lay down. The girl turned her back and took off her swimsuit. This time
Sheng Chuncheng saw clearly that the girl was wiping herself with the same bath towel that Lao Wan had just wiped with her. Wasn't this too lazy, or was it too ungrateful?
During the whole massage process, Lao Wan remained silent. Sheng Chuncheng saw that Lao Wan's right ankle was indeed a bit swollen. Sheng Chuncheng asked, "Have you not walked for a long time?" Lao Wan did not say a word. Sheng Chuncheng continued,
I still need to take a walk every day, Lao Wan snorted.
After the massage, Mr. Huang and Mr. Fang sent Sheng Chuncheng back. Sheng Chuncheng searched hard, but still couldn't find any clues from them, which made Sheng Chuncheng a little disappointed.
It's like you heard that there was a circus performing somewhere, and you rushed there excitedly, only to find that it was empty and there was no circus at all.
No, no, there are some. On the way home, Sheng Chuncheng thought, if not, Mr. Fang would not have called him after such a long time. In the meantime, something must have happened, on the surface.
Under the calm, the storm may have subsided.
Just like himself and Ding Huamei, they were clearly having a cold war a few days ago, but because of a text message yesterday, everything returned to the same state as before. Neither of them said anything today, as if nothing happened, but Sheng Chuncheng knew that something