I really don't want to be reborn.

Chen Hansheng took Xiaoyuer to see the surprise, leaving her with a deep memory, and agreed to come back together next spring and summer.

However, Chen Hansheng was still not satisfied, and added: "It can't be just the two of us. We have to bring Zibo with us next year. He just said he also wants to see it."

"Yes, the three of us will come back next year."

Xiao Rongyu agreed.

"Bullshit, I won't watch it. Who said I want to watch it."

Wang Zibo turned his head and looked out the window angrily, secretly cursing the wicked Chen Hansheng in his heart, always liking to tease me.

After leaving this wasteland, Chen Hansheng still did not turn onto the Jiangang Expressway, but came to a place in the countryside, and then took out 500 yuan from his wallet: "I'm going out to do something."

Xiaoyuer looked at Chen Hansheng's back and asked Wang Zibo curiously: "Does Xiao Chen have relatives here?"

"I don't know either." Wang Zibo replied.

Chen Hansheng came back soon, and it took at most 10 minutes.

"Visiting relatives so soon?"

Xiao Yuer asked.

"Not relatives."

This time, Chen Hansheng finally started the car and drove to the highway, and explained: "I went to Zhang Weiyu and Zhang Weilei's homes to see them, and left 500 yuan for their old mother."

"Why did you go to those two gangsters' homes and give them money?"

Wang Zibo knew that Chen Hansheng and Zhang Weilei had fought, and Chen Hansheng never seemed to be a silly saint who would repay evil with kindness.

"Zhang Weiyu found my school after the New Year and asked me to help him find a job."

Chen Hansheng patiently explained: "I helped introduce them to a factory. The factory has great potential. I estimate that there is a possibility of in-depth cooperation in the future, so I asked Zhang Weiyu to pass on insider information to me when he is free."

"Commercial espionage?"

Xiao Yuer studied business law, and she could summarize some of the words.

Chen Hansheng smiled and said, "That's fine, but spies also need to pay attention to spiritual care, I..."

As he was talking, Chen Hansheng's cell phone suddenly rang. He glanced at it and said, "The spy called. It's inconvenient for me to drive. Xiao Yu'er, please hold the phone for me."

Xiao Rongyu pressed the call button and leaned over to put the phone against Chen Hansheng's ear.

"Hello, I'm driving."

"······"

"No trouble, no trouble. I just happened to go back to my hometown to do some things and visit the old man by the way."

"······"

"Mr. Zheng has been busy working overtime recently. I guess the MP3 sample will be online soon. I know. Thank you for your hard work."

"······"

After a few words, he hung up the phone. Chen Hansheng looked at Xiaoyuer who took the phone for him: "Thank you, but the content of the call must be kept confidential. Only you and I know about this."

Xiaoyuer smiled with her lips pursed. She was very happy that Chen Hansheng could share secrets with her, although she didn't hear the specific content because of the music playing in the car.

However, Chen Hansheng's unreserved behavior, especially the fact that he didn't rush to take back the phone after the call, and let her flip through it, Xiaoyuer felt a sweet trust in her heart.

Of course, since Chen Hansheng didn't hide it from her, the proud Xiaoyuer would not look at it even more. She put the phone back to its original position.

"Hu..."

Chen Hansheng exhaled lightly, and his wrist that had been tightly gripping the steering wheel relaxed a little.

There was content in his phone, and Shang Yanyan had not deleted some of the flirtatious messages, but Chen Hansheng's judgment was very accurate. With Xiaoyu'er's personality characteristics, as long as you open your heart openly, she will not bother to check.

"Actually, it's still a bit risky, although I know Xiaoyu'er very well."

Chen Hansheng thought silently in his heart, in fact, whether it was deliberately letting Xiao Rongyu take the phone, sharing secrets, or putting the phone in Xiaoyu'er's palm without caring, in short, they were all some methods and routines to deepen feelings.

But use the second one with caution, because a girl's mind is like the weather in June, it changes at any time, and one day she may take the initiative to check the phone against her normal state.

So, all useless messages except 10086 and 10000 can be deleted.

Wang Zibo couldn't understand Chen Hansheng's operation. He felt that Xiaoyu'er's eyes on Chen Hansheng suddenly became more affectionate.

"Zibo."

Chen Hansheng woke Wang Zibo from his distraction.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Zibo's tone was casual at first, but when he saw that Chen Hansheng's profile seemed very serious under the light, he changed his tone: 'What's wrong? '

"I took a long detour to Zhang Weiyu's house and left some money. Do you know what the purpose is?" Chen Hansheng asked.

"How do I know..."

Wang Zibo's first reaction was this, but after thinking about it, he still replied seriously: "See their current situation, so that Zhang Weiyu and others can work with peace of mind."

Chen Hansheng smiled: "This is a superficial reason. Have you thought about it in depth?"

Wang Zibo shook his head silently. His social experience and experience, including knowledge, first, he couldn't think of other reasons, and second, he thought the society was too beautiful.

"I went to Zhang Weiyu's house for a visit. First of all, it was normal social etiquette to express friendly condolences."

Chen Hansheng's eyes were not visible because he was wearing sunglasses, but the corners of his mouth showed that he was serious: "Secondly, it was also a deterrent."

"Deterrent?"

Wang Zibo was confused.

"The two brothers passed the information to me. If they told others about this matter, it would not be a glorious thing anyway."

Chen Hansheng glanced at Wang Zibo in the rearview mirror: "I can find their home. At least the Zhang brothers will consider this level when they speak and do things in the future."

"Is that so? Is it too cruel?" Wang Zibo said blankly.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything."

Chen Hansheng said easily: "It's mainly a psychological deterrent, giving them an extra layer of insurance when they have other ideas. After all, people's hearts are separated from their stomachs. In the end, I gave them another 500 yuan. Do you understand the purpose?"

"Not sure."

Wang Zibo stopped bragging this time. He also saw that Chen Hansheng seemed to be "teaching" something.

"Don't underestimate 500 yuan, but if I give it to their mother, it will be more effective than giving 5,000 yuan to Zhang Weiyu and Zhang Weilei."

Chen Hansheng said with a smile: "I gave them 5,000 yuan, maybe they would share it between them, and spend it on food, drinks and playing cards, and they wouldn't be too grateful in their hearts, but if I gave 500 yuan specifically to their mother, Zhang Weiyu would call me immediately to express her gratitude."

"Because the significance of this matter is even greater than the money itself, caring about their family is more effective than caring about them themselves."

Chen Hansheng looked at the book "Solving 50% of Your Life's Problems" in Wang Zibo's hand again, and said disdainfully: "What's the point of reading these stupid chicken soups for the soul? Without a certain amount of social experience, you will believe whatever others say."

"Zibo, you are a blank sheet of paper, so you might as well honestly accept the beatings and baptisms of society. If you fail, just start over. At most, you will die, but you will live forever!"