MTL - The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993-Chapter 952 , Mr. Wen and Wen Hui

  Chapter 952, Mr. Wen and Wen Hui

  Shanghai Stock Exchange, Ruijin Hospital.

  In the dean's office, Mr. Wen and Dean Gong sat at one end, with a small table in the middle covered with chess.

   After a long time, Mr. Wen stepped on the horse with his right hand, General.

   Facing this move, Dean Gong didn't panic, and played in a calm manner.

  Old man Wen continued to step on the horse, and said indifferently: "Tell me, how is my disease?"

  Principal Gong squeezed "handsome", paused, and then stepped back: "Mr. Wen, if you cooperate with the treatment well."

  Old Man Wen waved his withered right hand: "Tell me the result directly, how long can I, the old man, live?"

   After finishing speaking, Mr. Wen got into the car and grabbed the portrait.

  Dean Gong didn't want to talk about it, so he continued to comfort him: "I heard that a new drug has appeared in the United States."

  Old Man Wen raised his head, staring and interrupted again: "Can the new medicine cure cancer? Can today's cancer be cured?"

  Dean Gong was helpless: "No, but."

  Mr. Wen did not let the other party finish his sentence for the third time: "You have been under my hand for so many years, don't you know my temper?"

   Dean Gong was a doctor in the army in his early years, and happened to be in Mr. Wen's army. At that time, the two were not only friends, but also a relationship between superiors and subordinates. This is why Dean Gong has always been respectful to Mr. Wen.

  Seeing that the other party has made up his mind, Dean Gong said: "If we actively cooperate with the treatment, the disease may be brought under control."

  Obviously Mr. Wen knew the nature of the other party, and he didn't believe it at all. His jaw was raised: "If you dared to fool me with this a few decades earlier, I would have shot you."

  President Gong smiled wryly, then fell silent, but finally said: "Keep it for 1 to 2 years."

  Old Man Wen stared into the opponent's eyes for a few seconds, then took the chess move, his face remained flat from beginning to end, as if he had seen through life and death.

   "Boom boom boom"

   While the two were fighting fiercely inside the house, there was a knock on the door outside.

   "Come in." Dean Gong shouted to the outside.

  The door opened, and it was Mr. Wen's usual driver who entered the door, holding a document bag in his hand. After walking over, he just saluted Dean Gong secretly, and sat quietly on the side without saying a word.

  Old man Wen just glanced at the file bag in the driver's hand, looked away, and continued to concentrate on playing chess.

   In normal times, Mr. Wen would usually save Dean Gong some face, as long as he wins, he won't make the opponent too ugly.

  But today, Dean Gong's verbal displeasure was exchanged for a torment on the chessboard. After a full 20 minutes, he breathed a sigh of relief and finally finished the game.

   No, it should be that the old chief served well during the torture.

  Removing the "handsome" in front of Dean Gong, Mr. Wen was silent, and later put the chess piece in his hand on the table, got up and walked out towards the door without saying hello, walking freely.

  The driver got up and went out.

   After watching the two leave one by one, Dean Gong's eyes lingered on the chessboard for a while, before he closed the door, grabbed the phone on the table and started pressing the keys.

   Press Wenjia's landline number.

  But only halfway through the number, Dean Gong paused, sighed secretly, and put the receiver back.

  Going down to the first floor, Mr. Wen got into the car, opened the door and asked, "The result of the investigation?"

  The driver said yes, and sent the folder with both hands.

  Old Man Wen reached for the folder and asked, "Did you alarm the people around him?"

  The driver replied: "In order not to affect his life, we investigated very sparingly."

  Hearing this, Mr. Wen started to open the folder and took out a stack of documents from it.

  There are a lot of materials, a total of 59 pages, covering a wide time period, including Zhang Xuanyou's recorded life.

  For example, his academic performance when he was a child, such as the mock exams in high school, such as his first love with Xiao Shaowan.

  For example, his first submission, his first book writing.

  Seeing that Zhang Xuan had contributed articles to Zhiyin and Youth Digest, Mr. Wen, who had been browsing carefully, broke the silence, "Help me find all these magazines."

  The driver was already prepared for this, leaned over and opened the black luggage bag of the co-pilot, and took out stacks of magazines from it. Judging from the titles of the publications, it was clearly Zhiyin and Youth Digest.

  The driver was very attentive, not only did he find all the periodicals that Zhang Xuan had published. There is also a bookmark in each book, and you can read Zhang Xuan's articles when you open it, which can save Mr. Wen a lot of time flipping through the books.

  Looking over the magazine, thinking about it, Mr. Wen put the folder in his hand aside first, and read the magazine.

   After reading the first book, Mr. Wen didn't respond.

  Reading the second book, still no response.

   But when he saw the seventh book, Mr. Wen frowned slightly. He found that these articles had no practical connotation.

   After reading 13 books in a row, Mr. Wen couldn't help but say: "How was the manuscript fee calculated at that time?"

  The driver said: "After Zhang Xuan became a freelance writer, the editing fee was two hundred and five thousand words."

  Recalling Zhang Xuan's family situation, Mr. Wen only said: "It's not too little."

  The magazine stopped reading, and Mr. Wen picked up the documents and materials again and read down.

  When he turned to Xiao Shaowan's information, Mr. Wen just glanced roughly.

   When turning to Mi Jian's information, Mr. Wen looked at Mi Jian's photo for a long time.

   When turning to Lilith's profile, Mr. Wen had a detailed understanding of "Wen Zheng"'s personal profile.

  When I turned to Su Jinyu's profile, Mr. Wen's focus was on the school host and the president of the student union.

   When turning to the Seagate information, Mr. Wen asked, "What do you think of this?"

The driver has been paying attention to the old man's things, and replied: "Seagate and Zhang Xuan have relatively little contact, and their family background is relatively simple. Judging from Zhang Xuan's character and way of doing things, Seagate does not have any unique points that attract him. That's where I'm more skeptical."

  The meaning of the driver's words is very simple: Compared with ordinary people, Seagate's appearance is still outstanding, but compared with those of his confidante, he is not outstanding. He can't understand why Zhang Xuan suddenly attacked her?

  Old Man Wen shook his head, not agreeing with this statement.

   So far, although Zhang Xuan has many confidante friends, there are only a few who have actually had a relationship. If Seagate had no uniqueness, it would not be here.

  The driver tentatively asked: "How about I investigate her in depth?"

  Master Wen didn't make a sound, he acquiesced.

  The reason is that at his age, there are not many things he is interested in, and this is precisely one, so he approved the in-depth investigation proposed by the driver.

  The so-called in-depth investigation is to use all means.

  Skipping Seagate's information, Mr. Wen found Dong Ziyu's personal information.

  Two minutes later, he asked, "Go to Sichuan?"

  The driver replied: "I went to Shudu on the 18th of the first month of this year. The reason is to take care of my sister-in-law. Her sister-in-law suffers from breast cancer and she regularly undergoes chemotherapy at West China Hospital."

   Seeing that Mr. Wen was silent, the driver said: "Although the two have a good relationship in school, they always keep a certain distance. Both of them are very measured."

   Seeing that Mr. Wen was still silent, the driver thought for a few seconds, and said, "However, I can confirm that Dong Ziyu has always had a crush on Zhang Xuan. Do you want me to send someone to Shudu?"

  Old Man Wen stared at the words "confidant and friend" in the relationship column for a while, and said, "This is a bit unusual, please help me verify whether it is correct."

  The driver writes down.

  Continue to scroll down, and when it comes to the information of Oriole, Mr. Wen just glanced at the name and loses interest.

  When he turned to Tao Ge's materials, Mr. Wen froze and read every single word. Three minutes later, after reading the materials, he fell into deep thought.

  The last information is Du Shuangling. Mr. Wen first looked at the photos, then the information, personal information, family information, and the life process of her and Zhang Xuan.

   After reading the information, Mr. Wen looked at Du Shuangling's photo again, and finally took out Mi Jian's information and put the photos of the two women together.

   asked without thinking: "Is it these two people?"

  The driver answered very concisely: "Yes."

  Old Man Wen picked up Mi Jian's photo with his left hand, and Du Shuangling's photo with his right hand, and suddenly asked, "If you were in his place, who would you choose?"

  The driver is not stupid, on the contrary, he is very smart in this position, so he keeps silent.

  Old Man Wen glanced at the driver, and after a while, he asked again: "Say, should I beat the mandarin duck with a club?"

  The driver lowered his head and pretended not to hear.

  Old man Wen still wanted to speak, but coughed without warning, bent over, and coughed violently.

  The driver moved quickly, patting his back with his left hand, and resting his right hand on Mr. Wen's chest, allowing the latter to borrow his strength.

  The cough came quickly, but went away slowly, until the cough made Mr. Wen's face red, and it was not until Mr. Wen spit out a mouthful of thick, blood-tinged phlegm.

  Opened the door and got off the car, and threw the tissue into the trash can outside. Old Man Wen calmed down and said, "Find me a quiet place, and I'm going to be alone for a while."

  The driver hesitated, but nodded anyway.

  Back in the car, Mr. Wen took several medicines in a row, and after recovering a little, he murmured to himself: "In the past, I always thought that I lived decades longer than those comrades, and that was enough.

  But I realized that there are still things and people that I miss. "

  The driver was a little moved, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

   Squinting his eyes and resting for a while, Mr. Wen looked forward, "Go home."

  The driver turned on the ignition and started the car to go to Pentagon Square.

   After 50 minutes, the car stopped. Mr. Wen looked up at the second floor and walked towards the corridor.

  At this time, Wen Hui was reading the newspaper on the sofa in the living room, and Yuan Mei and Lin Sisi were sitting beside her, and there was a burst of aroma from the kitchen from time to time.

Among the three sisters, Lin Sisi was the youngest, and she was the one who couldn't hide her troubles the most. She muttered to the newspaper, "I'm really rich. I donated more than 30 million yuan in royalties and manuscripts. You said that we worked so hard, but in the end we only made a little money." ?”

Yuan Mei said with a smile: "He is a public figure now, and many teenagers regard him as an idol. He can't save this money. And the effect is very good. When I came here today, I saw people queuing up at the entrance of the Xinhua store to buy "The World". On the road."

  Lin Sisi asked Yuan Mei: "You said that he donated this money, would he feel distressed to death?"

  Yuan Mei shook his head: "You only see the money, but not the list of items. This is a lot of money. I personally think that for a person like him, such a small amount of money has long been out of sight."

Lin Sisi said: "I know what you mean, but haven't you thought about it? He wrote "The World" for two years, and wrote 7 versions with a pen, each with more than one million characters, nearly one million characters. Ten million words, just donate it like this.”

  Yuan Mei said: "This is the structure and sincerity, so it makes sense for people to attract outstanding women."

  Speaking of women, the two sisters looked at each other, and Lin Sisi asked Wenhui directly: "Sister, you have such a good relationship with him, do you know what he's been up to recently?"

  Wen Hui didn't raise her head, "I haven't contacted you for a few months."

  Lin Sisi still wanted to ask, but heard footsteps coming from the door. When he turned his head and saw Mr. Wen, he got up and walked over to ask concerned: "Grandpa, how is your health?"

  Old Man Wen smiled kindly at her: "It's nothing serious, except for bronchitis, which is an old problem."

  Hearing this, Yuan Mei and Lin Sisi were relieved, but Wen Hui, who was reading the newspaper, felt something was wrong.

  Wen Hui has been with her grandpa since she was a child, and Wenhui knows his habits like the back of her hand. Every time grandpa smiles like this and says it’s okay, there is probably something wrong.

  Through this thought, she suddenly lost the mood to continue reading the newspaper.

  Seeing his granddaughter throwing the newspaper aside, Mr. Wen sat down calmly, picked up the newspaper and read it for a while, then asked:

   "How is your piano practice?"

  Wen Hui said: "I finished practicing the sixth song, and there are still two songs left."

  Old Man Wen nodded when he heard this: "Don't worry, practice hard and keep improving. The concert will be held, and Grandpa will go to the scene to cheer you on."

  Lin Sisi interjected at this time: "Grandpa, my sister will have a concert in Berlin, Germany in October, and we will all go. Do you want to go together?"

  Yuan Mei was taken aback when she heard it, and quickly took over the conversation: "Yes, grandpa, but Huihui's friends Du Shuangling and Mi Jian will also go there at that time. It's so crowded."

  Grandpa Wen glanced at the granddaughter meaningfully, waved his hands and said, "I have made an appointment with some old folks to watch opera on the National Day, you go, and take more photos when the time comes."

   A "ding bell" sounded, interrupting Mr. Wen's speech.

  The three of them looked at Wenhui together.

  Wen Hui took the phone calmly, and clicked on Zhang Xuan's text message: I have arrived at the Shanghai stock market.

  What does this message mean? She knows better than anyone.

   After all, I had an agreement with him: before going to the capital, let him come to see me first.

  Wen Hui was quiet, and replied: I see.

   Putting away her phone, she turned to old man Wen and asked, "Grandpa, is bronchitis serious?"

  Old man Wen shook the newspaper in his hand and said, "As usual, I'm coughing badly this season."

  Wen Hui moved her small mouth, and swallowed the words that followed.

  After lunch, Yuan Mei quietly took the opportunity to ask her: "Is Zhang Xuan here?"

  Wen Hui did not shy away from it, saying yes.

  Yuan Mei knew what to do, and immediately yelled to Zhou Rong: "Auntie, Huihui and I went to the piano shop, and we won't be back for dinner."

   This happened often, Zhou Rong didn't doubt it, and asked: "Will you come back at night?"

  Yuan Mei stretched out her arm and walked towards the door with Hui Hui on her arm: "I don't know yet, I'll call you when the time comes."

  Yuan Mei left, taking Wen Hui with her.

  Lin Sisi originally wanted to go with her, but this time she had to ask her grandfather for something, so there was no other way.

  As for Mr. Wen, he was slowly drinking his after-dinner tea on the sofa, his cloudy eyes following his granddaughter's back until the door was closed, and he turned to the TV news.

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