The prison van departs according to the predetermined driving trajectory, arrives at the target prison, hands over the person, and then leaves immediately.
I don’t know exactly how Miao Zhihua operated it. After the prison guards handed over to the prison authorities, Miao Zhihua took Ji Bu away.
After the two got into the car, they drove out.
Ji Bu sat in the back seat, rolled down the window, looked up at the sky outside the window, and breathed in the fresh air outside, which was completely different from the prison.
Own.
Out of jail!
"Here."
Miao Zhihua handed over a stack of neatly folded black suits from the front seat, which Ji Bu had asked him to prepare for himself.
Ji Bu took the suit and began to take off his clothes in the back seat as if no one else was watching and put it on.
The material of the suit is good, it is made of wool blend, it feels good to the touch, and the size is as if it was tailor-made for Jibu.
Miao Zhihua's white shirt had been ironed in advance and was very smooth without any wrinkles.
The car stopped on the side of the road.
Ji Bu got off the car and lifted up his trousers. The crease lines on the trousers were ironed straight and obvious, and the leather shoes he was wearing were polished.
Miao Zhihua got out of the car, saw Ji Bu's outfit, and subconsciously said, "You look as handsome as Ali in a suit."
"It's just that the way you put it on now gives people a strange feeling, even a sense of repulsion."
"Oh, really?"
Ji Bu raised his eyebrows and looked at himself reflected in the car window.
The hair that is almost stuck to the scalp is very short, a bit like the hairstyle reserved for reform-through-labor prisoners, and matches the black suit on her body.
It does seem a bit out of place and the style is very weird.
If we want to give a sense of déjà vu, there is no sense of solemnity that a black suit brings to people, but instead it looks a bit violent.
"But this is good."
Miao Zhihua did not continue, but took out a cigarette and handed one to Ji Bu, and lit one himself:
"It's just that Ali didn't like wearing suits before, especially after joining Lin Kun, apparently working in his financial company, and he had never worn a suit."
"Is there a problem?"
Ji Bu raised his eyelids, held the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger, squinted his eyes and took a heavy puff, raised his chin slightly and said proudly:
"Now, I like it."
"Forehead"
Miao Zhihua looked at Ji Bu, who looked like two different people before him, and was stunned for a short time, then nodded heavily.
The biggest change has occurred in the personalities of Ji Bu and Ali: Ali used to be a more low-key and humble person, but now Ji Bu is a bit more arrogant.
Isn’t this kind of change before and after?
So true.
A person who has died and been reborn has this extra recklessness in his body, which is reasonable and more like a transformation.
"Okay."
Ji Bu dropped the cigarette butt in his hand, stamped it out with his toes, pulled up the hem of his suit, and walked towards the fork in the road without looking back:
"Then I'll leave first and wait until I contact you."
"good."
Miao Zhihua looked at Ji Bu's leaving figure, leaning against the car and smoking a cigarette, his eyes flickering and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Earlier.
When he came to find Ji Bu, he even suspected that Ji Bu was just taking advantage of this opportunity to be undercover and promised him in order to get out of prison.
After getting out of prison, he would just run away and disappear. He would no longer be under his control. If he sneaked in casually, he would never be found again.
However, even if Miao Zhihua guessed it, he had no other choice. Ali's twin brother was the only turning point.
It is precisely because of this that Miao Zhihua's previous temptations came about, and he had to make certain risk controls for his own choices.
but.
At this moment.
Miao Zhihua no longer had this idea in his mind.
This person, whom he had only known for a few days, inexplicably gave him a strong sense of confidence.
perhaps.
Ji Bu can really bring him good news.
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Ocean Accounting Company.
The company is located at 188 Nathan Road.
The outer building is not large in scale, with only two floors above and below. The decoration is also very simple, and it looks very low-key.
The taxi parked at the company gate.
Ji Bu opened the car door and came down. After paying the fare, he first pulled up the corners of his suit, patted his pants, arranged his clothes, and then strode towards the company's door.
"Hello, Brother Abu, I haven't seen you come to the company for a long time!"
Ji Bu just walked through the door. When the front desk lady saw him, she immediately stood up and greeted Ji Bu warmly.
After seeing Ji Bu's outfit, especially his short hair that seemed a bit abrupt, I was stunned again:
"Brother Abu, here you are."
"What? Is there a problem?"
Ji Bu looked at the lady at the front desk expressionlessly, and then said, "Where's Brother Kun? Is he in the company?"
"Here I am."
The front desk lady responded quickly, walked around from behind the table and led the way: "Brother Kun happened to be here to settle the account today. He's up there. I'll take you up."
The front desk like them is just the front desk of an accounting company, so naturally they don't know what Lin Kun and the others really do.
Go up the stairs.
Ji Bu sniffed, took out a Marlboro cigarette and lit it.
The taste of Marlboro is different from flue-cured tobacco, which is weird, but Ali likes this brand, so Ji Bu has to follow Ali's habits.
"Brother Kun!"
The moment Ji Bu opened the office, he immediately raised his head with a smile, bit his cigarette butt and shouted enthusiastically inside: "I'm back!"
In the office.
Sitting in the middle of the sofa, a middle-aged man with slightly white hair is reading his account book.
After hearing Ji Bu's voice, he raised his head. After seeing him in person, his expression was startled for a moment, and then he burst into laughter:
"Hahaha, brat"
He put down the account book in his hand and stood up, leaning on his waist.
"Be careful, be careful!"
Ji Bu quickly quickened his pace and walked up. He stretched out his hand to help Lin Kun stand up slowly. He gently pressed his waist and said in a soft tone that sounded like he was reproaching:
"Brother Kun's mental state seems to be not as good as before."
"I've told you so many times that you need to take care of your waist problem and pay attention to rest. Why are you still running around?"
"Hey, I can't help it, there are so many things going on in the company."
Lin Kun shook his head and sighed: "How can I sleep if you don't come back?"
He smiled and waved his hand, "Forget it, let's not talk about this matter."
He looked Ji Bu up and down for a while and said, "Not bad, not bad. This is a black suit."
Then.
He reached out and patted Ji Bu's shoulder, and said with a smile: "This haircut makes him energetic and handsome enough. He gives people a completely different feeling. There is a big change from before to after."
Just a few simple words.
Although it just sounded like a sigh, there was also a trace of undoubted feeling mixed in:
Have you changed a lot since then?!
"hehe."
Ji Bu smiled, the expression on his face unchanged.
After all, this was his first contact with Lin Kun, so he couldn't completely guarantee that what he just said was correct.
The smile on his face disappeared, and his tone became a bit colder. His eyes met Lin Kun's and he said word by word:
"There's nothing you can do, Brother Kun."
"After people experience something, they have to change something, don't you think so, Brother Kun?!"