Chapter 142 Why don't you want me?
Life in Yanjing is like a huge vacuum cleaner. No matter what kind of sandstorm happened here, in just a few days, everything will be clean. Only a few guys holding the vacuum cleaner know what happened here.
Mengyuan Club opened a few days after the renovation, and the business is as hot as ever. Maybe the underground black forces in Yanjing reshuffled some time ago, and Xu Chong, the owner of this Mengyuan Club, was the winning party in this shuffle, so it attracted more blindly worshipped rich fools, and the business was better than before.
The day is coming to an end, and as the night deepens, the day in the club has just begun.
"Friends below, follow my beat and let's get high together..." In the dance floor, hundreds of people ** dance.
It's as quiet as water outside, but as soon as you enter this door, the noisy voice immediately comes to your face. The slow DJ can make your cells active at the first moment. This is nightlife. Wild, exciting, unrestrained, blooming place of human nature and desire, can instantly stimulate men's hormones, can make women twist their waists like crazy in front of everyone, extremely eager for men's touch, long for their lower body to be fiercely by men **. This is the night life that is equivalent to drug addiction. Since the moment you came here, you can't get rid of its shackles on you. Let you be willing to spend money like dirt. Of course, this kind of life is enough to enrich the rich and degenerate the poor. It is said that New York is a paradise for the rich and a hell for the poor! In fact, all prosperous cities are equally cruel!
At this time, a young man came in, and more than a dozen insiders in the hall immediately cast a look at him. He didn't find anything and immediately transferred. In addition to a foreman's security guard saw this person, he had been under Xu Chong's men before. So many bigwigs fell in Yanjing and his boss was still standing in the second. Lou is drinking red wine, and in the future, he will stand in a higher and proud posture, and immediately falls to the trough, because the person who makes their boss stand in the current position is the young man in front of them who is always so ordinary and honest.
At this time, the four people sitting on the corner sofa saw the visitor, they immediately stood up and wanted to walk over, but they were afraid that the other party would be angry. This is their duty to stand in the distance to protect them forever, but the man who let them protect almost never used their protection, because their gap is too big. This makes them only guard Mu Fan's plain daily life from afar, watching Mu Fan fighting with many shameless bitches, crying excitedly and always standing triumphantly in the end.
When he entered the door, he saw that it was hot here. Mu Fan's tense heartstrings during this period were a little relaxed. He glanced for a week and saw that in the corner where he used to sit, four young people were standing and looking at themselves from a distance. They wanted to say anything but stopped. Mu Fan walked over, walked to the four people, and went up and down. He looked at the four people and said gently, "Are all the injuries on your body healed?"
"Yes!" The four of them spoke with one voice, and Mu Fan's eyes were full of reverence. It seems that getting Mu Fan's care is no different from getting the curtain of heaven.
Mu Fan smiled, reached out and patted the shoulder of the short young man with glasses, and said, "The injury was not light last time. The injury should not have healed so quickly. Now it's all right here. I think it's better for you to go back to Hangzhou."
Hearing this, the four looked at each other, and then lowered their heads silently. After a moment, the young man wearing glasses whispered, "Young master, we know that the four of us are useless, but our duty is to protect you, even if we look at it from afar, so that we can be worthy of Aunt Qian, Uncle Wang, and ourselves, so please don't drive us away..."
Looking at the equally firm eyes of the four people, Mu Fan sighed, "First, people must be worthy of themselves before they can be worthy of others... If you want to stay, just stay." Didn't notice the excited eyes of the four people, Mu Fan turned around and walked to the second floor.
As soon as he arrived at the corner of the second floor, Xu Chong was already waiting. At first, Xu Chong stood in the corridor on the second floor and looked down. As early as the moment when Mu Fan first came in, Xu Chong had seen it, but he didn't bother. When Mu Fan came up, what Xu Chong handed Mu Fan was not red wine, but his favorite cigarettes.
Mu Fan smiled, took it, lit it, and took a comfortable breath. Maybe it was a big breath. In addition, the last time he fought with Qu Tiandao in the Long family, he was slapped a few times in the chest by the old guy, causing internal injuries and coughing violently.
The two walked to the railing of the corridor and stopped. Xu Chong looked straight at Mu Fan, who was leaning lazily on the railing, and stopped talking. After the changes in Yanjing in the past few days, Xu Chong had too many words to ask Mu Fan. There were too many guesses and asked for confirmation, but he couldn't say the words, because it seemed to be at all. There is nothing to ask, because all this is done by Mu Fan.
After holding back for a long time, Xu Chong finally made a sound. He looked at Mu Fan, who only cared about smoking, and asked carefully, "Big brother let Qu Tiandao's daughter go?"
Looking at Xu Chong's face, Mu Fan smiled and said angrily, "Do you want to know if I have any of the old man's granddaughter?" I'm so stupid! The old guy is a pervert. If I do what happens to his precious granddaughter, I will have to die for the rest of my life..."
Xu Chong nodded and muttered, "I'm really idiotic enough to ask..."
After falling into silence again for a moment, Xu Chong drank a small sip of red wine and looked at Mu Fan, afraid of missing Mu Fan's expression. He stared at the latter and asked, "Didn't you completely offend Qu Tiandao by doing this?" Isn't there no one on the government side who will stand up and speak for us?
Mu Fan stretched out his hand. Xu Chong was understanding and handed over a cigarette again. After Mu Fan continued to get angry, he said lightly, "Let's wait for a few more days. It's not a relationship now. It's so simple to find a government official who helps to talk. Can our shop open again depends on what the chess player thinks. I became a Second fool, it depends on which rich man is willing to throw money at me. Of course, the premise is that the old guy Qu Tiandao doesn't bother me, at least he hasn't come to me recently..."
Looking at Mu Fan, who was no different from usual at this moment, Xu Chong's heart was paralyzed and indescribable. With their intelligence, they still can't fully digest Mu Fan's words, so they have to be stunned. When Mu Fan asked about Su Yan, he was not awake yet. He just subconsciously talked about Su Yan's situation.
In the office and bedroom, Su Yan is lying on her desk with a pair of glasses, looking through something. When she encounters classic things, she will record it with a pen from time to time. At this time, the one who used to put only one computer, a few documents, and a photo. This photo was the tragic horror on her last birthday. The fight made Su Yan afraid and worried. In order to make Su Yan happy, Mu Fan applied some cakes on his face for Su Yan to take pictures. Later, Su Yan smiled and also put some cakes on his face. The cake on his face just formed a heart shape. This group photo Su Yan wants to watch more than a dozen times a day, and she has to smile happily more than a dozen times.
But at this time, the simple desk is completely different, but there are tall books. From the front, Su Yan can't be seen at all. Mu Fan was stunned and walked to the table without making a sound. He glanced at the tall pile of books, and the top list of books made Mu Fan very helpless.
Fan Lian, Microeconomics: Modern Perspectives
Pingdeak's Microeconomics
Ping Xinqiao, Lectures on Microeconomics 18,
Fredman, Price Principle,
N. Gregory Mankiw, Principles of Economics
Mankiw, Macroeconomics
Blanchard, Macroeconomics (International Edition)
Jeffrey Sachs, Macroeconomics from a Global Perspective
Don Bush and Fisher, Macroeconomics
Guzavati, Econometrics,
"It can let people understand the way of thinking and model of economics from small questions such as why there are traffic jams. The Way of Thinking in Economics is indeed a strange book. No wonder it's all about Paul. Hain has become an economic genius..." While reading books, Su Yan did not forget to sigh and mutter. She looked serious, as if she had returned to her college days again. It's just that the scenery is different. At that time, I liked to study economics for myself, but now I study it for others.
There have been too many things that have happened recently, and there are too many things exposed at the same time, which makes Mu Fan unable to do it in some aspects. In Su Yan's mind, she has always been confident and optimistic. Occasionally, Mu Fan, a hooligan, begins to show a trace of fatigue, which makes Su Yan's heartache like a needle, so she has decided to contribute to small things. Even if it was a small force, she also felt satisfied.
It seemed that she was tired of reading. Su Yan took off her glasses and rubbed her temples. After waking up a little, Su Yan looked at the photo on the table and giggled happily with her hands on her cheeks. After laughing for a minute, she put on her glasses again and began to continue to read the Way of Thinking in Economics. When Su Yan just entered her thoughts, suddenly a cup of hot water was served in front of her. Su Yan frowned slightly. She had told people not to enter this door at will. There was still someone to disturb, which made Su Yan a little angry, "Thank you. Close the door when you go out. Thank you!"
Su Yan, who could only be angry in this way, saw that the person was still standing beside him motionless. She looked up angrily and was about to be angry, but suddenly saw the familiar face. The frown stretched in an instant, stood up, turned around, and hugged. I didn't say a word. Hold it quietly like this.
Mu Fan bent down slightly, picked up Su Yan and walked towards the bedroom. When she walked to the bed, Su Yan just hugged her and buried her head in Mu Fan's chest. Her little face blushed. She thought Mu Fan wanted that, but when Mu Fan put it in **, gently covered the quilt, said, "Nothing, sleep" and then left, Su Yan understood Mu Fan's behavior. His eyes turned red in an instant, and happy tears scratched his cheeks and dripped on the quilt.
At the moment when Mu Fan turned around, Su Yan took his hand, red eyes, looked at Mu Fan's angry face, and said aggrievedly, "Don't you like me? Why... Why don't you want me for so long?"
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Please... Ask for a ticket collection.. There is another chapter
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