May 28th.

Saturday.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, three days have passed.

The sun overhead is hotter than a few days ago, and the long sleeves that were visible a few days ago are now worn by few pedestrians, and they have changed into cool summer clothes.

The same is true for Liu Changyong.

I replaced the white shirt that had remained unchanged in my wardrobe for thousands of years, and instead put on a short-sleeved T-shirt with a round neck.

Since Cheng Shi put the money into his card, Liu Changyong has never seen Cheng Yuxin again, presumably now living with her mother is no longer as timid and autistic as before.

The other party's life path seems to be gradually on the right track, perhaps because of a matter of heart, Liu Changyong instantly felt a lot more relaxed.

Standing on the side of the street, compared to Zhang Xingping, who squatted on the side of the road and smoked, Liu Changyong was obviously much more serious.

Spread out the newspaper in his hand and draw an X symbol with a pen on the place he had just visited.

Compared with later generations, due to the backwardness of communication equipment, navigation software such as mobile phones can only be replaced by maps, and the same is true for finding rental places.

The process that the company needs to go through has also been asked clearly in the past few days, and in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Liu Changyong specially went to a lawyer for consultation.

I'm afraid that the process will be different from my own perception.

After all, compared to the world he was in in his previous life, although this world is not too similar, there are obvious surprises.

For example, the netizen DNF, which was supposed to be in public beta two years later, started the public beta in 05, and after discovering this, Liu Changyong also searched for it, and the company that made this game was domestic rather than Hanguo.

What's even more outrageous is that Pokemon, which should have been released on Neon in the last century, was also made by this company.

Although the name of the game is the same, it is clear that the Pokemon in this world is not the game that I am familiar with in my memory, and both the graphics and the appearance of the elves do not match the memory of it.

Except for the more well-known ones, there are no changes, like Pikachu little fire dragons and the like.

Only the names are similar.

This is probably the difference between parallel universes, after all, the history that happened in this world is different from the previous life.

In his opinion, this field is not what he is good at, and there will always be characters like Zhang Xingping.

Just because you don't have it now doesn't mean that no one will make it in the future, it's just a matter of time.

Therefore, Liu Changyong wants to seize the time and strive to earn enough funds when he still has a great advantage.

The environment is somewhat noisy.

Zhang Xingping, who has turned his biological clock back to a normal state, still looks a little sluggish, and his long-term network management work has put his body in a sub-healthy state.

Squatting on the side of the road and watching the vehicles coming and going on the road, Zhang Xingping just wanted to throw it away after stepping on the cigarette butt.

"If you get caught throwing cigarette butts, you will be fined."

Liu Changyong, who was checking the newspaper, opened his mouth to say such a sentence.

Then he looked away from the newspaper and motioned for the other party to look at the trash can not far away.

"Don't develop the bad habit of throwing cigarette butts everywhere in the trash, and the sanitation worker on the other side has been staring at you for a while, don't look for scolding people for the hard work of sweeping the road."

“……”

Hearing this, Zhang Xingping looked at the sanitation worker on the opposite side of the road after realizing it, and only after seeing the other party's gaze on his side did he laugh a few times, got up and trotted to the side of the trash can and threw the cigarette butt that had just been stepped on into it.

Trotting back to Liu Changyong's side, Zhang Xingping asked.

"Wasn't that place just now?"

"The location is not very good."

Liu Changyong plans to shop around and ask more to understand the approximate price of the market, and then he can find a way to attract investment after he knows it.

And that's just the beginning.

Flipping through the thick newspaper in his hand, after finding a new rental address, he rolled the newspaper into a pillar and handed it to Zhang Xingping, who followed beside him, and turned around and walked towards the bus stop.

"Let's go, let's go to the next place."

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"The tutor said that the young master's academic performance is very good, and his English sometimes pauses, but overall it is already very good."

"Yes."

Fang Chen, who was just sitting in the back seat of the car, heard the co-pilot's report, and just responded lightly.

In fact, he was not satisfied.

His eldest son is almost nine years old, and he still has a lag when communicating with foreigners under the nurturing of his tutor for so many years.

In his opinion, this is no longer a question of whether he is smart or not, but an intellectual defect.

There were no mood swings on the surface, but Fang Chen's heart was already thinking about how to cultivate his little daughter.

The driver was driving with peace of mind, but the atmosphere in the car was a little depressing.

Exhaling a breath, Fang Chen leaned back as much as he could to relax his tired body.

As if thinking of something, he raised his left hand.

Although the weather was gradually getting hotter, Fang Chen was still wearing long-sleeved clothes.

Looking at his left hand covered by the sleeve, Fang Chen was stunned for a moment and then pulled down the sleeve of his left arm with his right hand, and what caught his eyes was a shocking scar.

There is a scar on the lower arm that is obliquely cut.

Such an injury appeared on his body, and he inevitably looked a little ugly.

Fang Chen also felt the same.

And the person who gave him this scar is his current titular wife.

A woman named Ye Qingxuan.

Looking at the scar that couldn't be removed, Fang Chen's mind began to slowly emerge with the scene of that year.

The woman was holding a knife and retreating in the corner......

The brow narrowed slightly, and soon stretched out again.

At the same time, he put down his sleeve with his right hand, exhaled a breath, and closed his eyes for a momentary rest.

A few years ago, Ye Qingxuan's uncle had passed away, and with the death of Li Zhengmao, their family's only concern disappeared.

Now Ye Qingxuan's aunt is in charge, which is why he has not divorced the other party so far.

He's clearly making a bigger move.

After a few years have passed, Ye Qingxuan's aunt has begun to be unable to support it, and when the time is ripe, it is time for him to pick the fruit.

Compared to the carefree life of ordinary people, he obviously has more to consider.

No one thinks they have a lot of money.

Fang Chen did the same.

Closing his eyes, Fang Chen was planning the road in his mind, but suddenly the sudden braking of the car forced him to open his eyes, but fortunately there was no bump.

Outside the car, a young man dressed in a rather sloppy way looked at the stopped car as if he was frightened.

After a while, he took a step back, and then a man who was older than a young man also rushed over and stretched out his hand to support the other.

Both looked at the car in front of them.

Zhang Xingping was obviously frightened, he was almost hit by a moving vehicle, and he felt a little scared after a while, and just as his legs began to weaken, his arm was grabbed by Liu Changyong, who rushed over.

Supporting Zhang Xingping, Liu Changyong first said sorry to the people in the car, and then pulled the frightened Zhang Xingping towards the side of the road.

In the car, the man sitting in the co-pilot was watching the back of Liu Changyong and the others leaving through the window.

After a while, something suddenly came to mind.

"That person just now is Liu Changyong, right?"

"Liu Changyong?"

Hearing the other party's voice, Fang Chen, who had already opened his eyes, subconsciously repeated, some familiar names made him not react for a while.

The next second, he remembered who the other person was.

Because of this, his eyes also looked out the window, watching the figures of the two people gradually leaving.

Ye Qingxuan's friend's ex-husband.

It seemed that he had thought of something, and a smile appeared on Fang Chen's face, and after a pause, he suddenly asked.

"That He Shishan shouldn't know yet, right?"

"Well, Zhao Lin didn't tell her the truth."

"Interesting ......"

muttered in a low voice, and then Fang Chen closed his eyes again.

He came up with a good idea.

"Pay more attention to Liu Changyong, there are ......"

After a pause, Fang Chen opened his eyes again, and the smile that briefly appeared on his face disappeared at this moment.

Then he continued.

"You won't be using it tomorrow."

This sentence was said to the driver.