Stand at the window and look down. The lights are shining. The occupancy rate in this neighborhood is not very high. No one. Supposedly in the city center. Such a good location. The occupancy rate is less than fifty percent. It's a strange thing indeed.

There are a total of five buildings in this community. The two high-rise buildings also have only twenty-two floors. The remaining three buildings are all eighteen storeys. Basically, they are all welfare houses of the Provincial Communist Youth League Department. It's good to be divided into rooms from before. It's just that it's now called a fund-raising house. There are indicators. A bunch of clerks can't get it. But Liu Changkui, as the number one, asked for ten sets alone. It's not enough to ask Ye Shaofeng and Chang Yafang for these two sets. I asked a few more of my friends for a few indicators.

Many provincial Komsomol senior cadres have their own residences. And one is more luxurious than the other. But there's this kind of pooled housing here. There are places for them. They're definitely going to do the same. House down. I don't live on my own. It's just empty. Or just let it out. This kind of pooled housing is not allowed to be traded and sold. So. Want to make money with this house. For rent only.

This is today's central officialdom. Supporting the death of the official. Starve to death of a low-status person. A lot of petty civil servants who are in a hurry to get into the office. A salary of one or two thousand a month. The work is the hardest and most tiring house. The insurance fee paid is the lowest grade. I finally waited for a fund-raising room. Not even a place of their own. Either that's gift-giving. Either that's tucked into the waistband. Loan to buy a commercial house outside. And those officials who don't need a house. A casual stretch of hand. Someone sent up a dozen places. They would rather leave the house empty. And make it your own.

Liu Changkui is such a person. Although this kid is not bad for Ye Shaofeng. But. Ye Shaofeng knew it in his heart. This kid is definitely not a good thing. to his superiors and competent. May be used on the people. Docile and obedient. Like brothers. Like father and son. But. For their own subordinates. For their own enemies. There will be no mercy.

People like him. Will walk the relationship. I know what kind of attitude to use for what kind of people. In addition, his father is the deputy secretary of the provincial party committee. So. The road to career has always been smooth sailing. Ye Shaofeng doesn't hate Liu Changkui. But definitely don't like it.

But. Get this house down. Ye Shaofeng does owe Liu Changkui a favor. Later. It's all about paying it back. As for how to return this big favor. Ye Shaofeng was still thinking about it.

The moonlight came through the window. Miserable white. The night sky is clear tonight. The vastness is immense. Ye Shaofeng stood on the bed. Wearing a pair of panties.

Bed. Chang Yafang was already asleep. The clouds and rain with Ye Shaofeng just now had exhausted this woman. In the house. A special smell. It smells like sheep's fart.

Ye Shaofeng helped Chang Yafang get a house. Chang Yafang made a promise. Today I gave my body to Ye Shaofeng again. And. This night lingers. Even crazier.

She was already in a trance. But. Still teasing Ye Shaofeng for the second time. Ye Shaofeng also came to push the boat. Since everything has been done. Then sit down to the end. Man is not a sage. Ye Shaofeng is not a saint either. The rogue forehead at the time. Just give it to the hooligans. It's time to be a gentleman. Can also be rogue.

Ye Shaofeng and Chang Yafang fought in two beds. It made Ye Shaofeng also a little exhausted. Tonight's Chang Yafang is crazy. The madness made Ye Shaofeng even feel that he was on a lioness. Chang Yafang kept yelling. Every time it's confident. That's more exercise than running five kilometers with weights. Hearty exercise. Exhausting him physically and mentally.

The battle is over. It's long over. Even Ye Shaofeng woke up from his sleep. It's three o'clock in the morning. Outside it was still a miserable white moon. Stand in front of the window. Ye Shaofeng thought quietly. Thinking about where I am now. Thinking about who I am now.

Who is Ye Shaofeng. Is it for the official or the underworld. It's a dragon agent. is still a descendant of the illustrious Ye family. He is a gentleman. Or a prodigal son with countless indiscriminate loves.

Different people. When looking at Ye Shaofeng. All gave him a different definition. Some people scolded him for being abusive. Some people scolded him for being arrogant. Some people scolded him for being irrational. Some people scolded him for not being worthy of being a police officer.

But. There are also people who praise him. Some people say that he is righteous. Some people say he loves it. Some people say that he is brave and fearless. Some people say that he is calm and sophisticated. Some people say that he is bright and bright.

Man lives in this world. Always be your own way. No matter what others say. Ye Shaofeng still has to stick to his own principles and go on. The road of life. It's like a book.

A book is written. Some say good. Some people say stupid and forceful. Some people shouted at the author. Let the writer write how and how to write. Don't write how to write. But the author is the author. He has the right to plan for himself. Carry out the architecture. Those who are well fed. Don't feel pain when you stand and talk. Pointing to the nose and grumbling. The insults are all. Good and bad. You're not alone. The author writes the book. It's based on popular taste.

The same is true of life. Lao Tzu walked that way. Lao Tzu wants to go how to go. When will Lao Tzu be a good person. When to be the bad guy. When will Lao Tzu be a gentleman. When to be a hooligan. When to take off your pants and a woman. When to be a well-dressed policeman. That's Lao Tzu's own business. Lao Tzu's own way. You don't need to anyone else dictating. You don't have to look at other people's faces.

It's the same for anyone. Assert yourself. Walk down-to-earth. other people's. Isn't that the sentence already there? Go your own way. Let others talk nonsense.

Ye Shaofeng looked at the night. Suddenly laughed. Laughing a little helpless. Because he sees this filthy society clearly. I want to mix in this society. You have to be a bad guy. This is an era of laughing at the poor and not at the prostitute. This is the time to go with the flow. The age of the declining world. No good guy can be rewarded. But. No bad guy gets a good reward.

In fact, being alive is a tragedy. In the end, it's all a death and revenge. Nothing is empty when you die.

I remember when Ye Shaofeng had just returned to Luyang City from the Dragon Group. Meet Yao Xueqi. When chatting with her. Yao Xueqi said: "Shaofeng. You've matured."

Ye Shaofeng smiled dismally. Said: "Mature. Not a good thing. It means that I have seen this society clearly. Know. How to act. How can we adapt to the darkness of this society?"

Lao Wei has also matured. Maturity is a sad thing. Alive. It's a sad thing......