That's right, this is the typical Mulan style. He takes advantage of others' dangers and puts some damage in the wrong place. He has a knife and a bad heart. In the past, Fu Ping'an would definitely retort. The two of them would not give up until they fight for hundreds of rounds. But today Fu Ping'an has been reborn. His eyes are lit. Before everyone can react, he kneels on one knee and calls him dad.

Now Mu Lan took the initiative to become passive. She just made a malicious joke. Unexpectedly, Fu Ping'an was really good at playing. Now that the matter is, he can only agree readily: "Oh, be good~" Then he helped Fu Ping'an up and coughed, "What, I forgot to take my stuff. You guys talk, I'll leave first."

As he said that, he took out her small barn from the hole in the table, ran away quickly, and then let out a string of silver bell-like laughter, which was the laughter of a trick.

Fu Ping'an, who was tricked, was not angry and embarrassed. He called him "Dad" nothing great. It doesn't matter if he kneeled down. He just thought he had proposed a marriage. He comforted himself like this, but the matter of opening a private server to earn tuition fees is probably going to be ruined. The idea he finally came up with could not be implemented, which was another blow to him.

The two friends were also in a bitter mood, but they were just high school students from ordinary families and did not have the ability to do so. They could only pat Fu Ping'an on the shoulder and give silent comfort.

The three of them left each at the intersection. Fu Ping'an thought that he was already an adult and should fulfill his son's obligations, so he walked into a supermarket with hundreds of dollars in his pocket, bought two cans of canned fruits and took them to the hospital. Fu Dongmei was scolded again, saying that we were doing, you didn't know what our family is doing? This kind of canned food is made by a small country factory, and the cost is only one or two yuan. They are all high school people, so they are not enlightened at all.

My mother has always been so rough and direct. Fu Ping'an has long been used to it. Fan Dong, who has a more popular temper, is in a very peaceful mood at this moment, saying Dongmei, you can go home, just let us be here.

Fu Dongmei said that's OK, I'll go back to cook and I'll send it to you at seven o'clock.

The mother hurriedly left, and Fan Dong was impatient to ask his son to go to the nurse's station to push a wheelchair. Fu Ping'an was in a daze and went to borrow a wheelchair. He helped Fan Dong to the wheelchair, put a blanket on his knees and went downstairs.

As soon as he went downstairs, Fan Dong asked Fu Ping'an if he had any cigarettes on him.

"I'm so suffocating. I haven't smoked for more than a week."

Fu Ping'an had no cigarettes on his body, and ran to the small supermarket at the entrance of the hospital and bought a box of 10 yuan cigarettes and took them back. The father and son sat down in the small garden. He lit a cigarette and stuffed it into his father's mouth. Fan Dong said, "You can do one too."

"No, I won't." Fu Ping'an refused without any firmness.

"It's eighteen, it's a man, so how can you not smoke?" Fan Dong forced his son to light up, then took a few sips first, and said in a daze: "Do you know everything?"

Fu Ping'an didn't know what he was talking about, but he nodded.

Fan Dong said: "That's right, you were brought to you by your parents. I didn't plan to hide it from you. My mother and I discussed it in the early years. When you were eighteen years old, I told you that it's time now."

Fu Ping listened quietly.

Fan Dong held a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes were complicated, immersed in his memories: "You were born in the spring of 1990. There was a piece of paper in the quilt, which wrote your birth date and horoscope, and another sentence, probably your life experience."

Fu Ping'an's ears stood up.

"The wind is just setting sail." Fan Dong said, "What does it mean? You were placed on the trash can in front of our house. You are an abandoned baby, but you look quite healthy, so your grandma is the one who keeps it."

Fu Ping'an felt sad. When he was a child, his parents always liked to joke that he was picked up by a trash can, but he didn't expect that it was not a joke. He didn't plan to ask the mystery of his life experience, and it was more important than going to college.

Fan Dong said again: "I have discussed your schooling with your mother. There is no burden. As long as you can pass the exam, your family will sell you to college."

"Dad, I..." Fu Ping'an choked up. Fan Dong was a rude worker who liked to drink and beat people, but the grace of raising people for eighteen years was vivid in my mind. It was his adoptive father who taught him to swim, fish, ride a bicycle. He was bullied outside. It was his adoptive father who slapped him and taught him to beat him back as he was. Now he is paralyzed, from a strong man looking up to a weak person who needs care, and he can no longer slap himself. But he would rather be beaten every day than hope that his father can stand up again.

"Why are you crying? The man is bleeding, sweating and not crying. If you have a future, don't forget your parents and light it for your dad." Fan Dong took out another cigarette. He looked very laborious when he smoked. He pinched the cigarette butt with his thumb and index finger, instead of ordinary people holding cigarettes with his index finger and middle finger like that. This way, he could smoke the cigarette to the closest position to the filter without wasting it. The father and son were smoking and had a dialogue between men for the first time, about the future and about responsibility.

At half past six, the father and son returned to the ward to wait for dinner. At seven o'clock, Fu Dongmei brought dinner on time, two lunch boxes and one insulated bucket, tomato, egg, rib soup, which was much better than the food in the hospital. Fan Dong said: "It would be nice to have some peanuts and a bottle of Erguotou." Fu Dongmei glanced at him: "Is it still possible to drink without drinking?"

Tonight, Fu Ping'an stayed with her mother and replaced her mother. Fu Dongmei had not slept well for seven days and seven nights in a row. She was all determined. Now that her eldest son is sensible and knows that she is helping with her work, she is also very pleased. She took care of her and went back. Fu Ping'an took her out of the elevator and felt that her mother's figure was much thinner and thin.

At night, Fu Ping'an, who was lying on the chaise chair, couldn't sleep. The environment in the ward was very poor. There were four patients in the same ward. Some moaned all night, and some turned over to suck phlegm every once in a while. Fu Ping'an remembered that his father's snoring sound was like thunder, but at this moment he was silent. He looked at him secretly. Fan Dong opened his eyes and his eyes were dull. It was a desperate and helpless expression. This young and powerful man suddenly lost his ability to move. The blow to him can be imagined. The optimistic and cheerful daytime attitude was all disguised. He didn't want his son to follow him.

Fu Ping'an turned around and wanted to cry but couldn't cry. He couldn't sleep all night until Fu Dongmei brought her early to take over the shift. Her mother said, Ping'an, what's wrong with you? Her face looked so ugly. If you didn't take a leave, don't go to school.

Of course, he went to school with his schoolbag on his back, but he couldn't concentrate. Mu Lan, who was sitting next to him, looked at him secretly from time to time. When the first class was over, he couldn't help it. He took out a bank card and pushed it over, and said carelessly: "I'm so angry that I'm so cute. There are 40,000 yuan in it. Take it to the flowers and give my father a smile."

Fu Ping'an was very surprised: "Isn't it 30,000?"

Mu Lan said, "I'm afraid you won't have enough, so I'll give you all my dowry. You can't compensate you, otherwise I'll rely on you."

Fu Ping'an did not jokingly as usual, but answered very seriously: "Thank you, classmate Mu Lan. I will not compensate you. Even if I pay, I will still have a lifetime to repay you."

Mu Lan couldn't stand it anymore and waved her hand and said, "Okay, okay, it's so sour. Who cares about you paying it for a lifetime? This money can only be lent to you for three months. The interest rate is based on the interest rate of the bank's commercial loan. Remember to write a loan note and find the Zhongren as a guarantee. All procedures must be formal."

At noon, Fu Ping'an asked a few best friends to go to the bank to withdraw money. He got stuck when he needed to enter his password in front of the ATM.

"The password is my birthday," Mu Lan said, "If you don't remember, don't take it."

"Who knows what day your birthday is?" Sun Jiebao and Shen Kai expressed dissatisfaction.

But Fu Ping'an entered six numbers and checked the balance and found that it was indeed 40,000 yuan.

The funds have been in place, and the next step is to actually operate. Before the formal operation is started, some agreements will be signed. Fu Ping'an drafted a loan contract and a cooperation agreement. After reading it, the other three people said that they had no objection and signed and pressed the fingerprint. Without the ink, they used ink to apply ink on their index finger and pressed a blue finger mold. The money was calculated to be borrowed by Fu Ping'an for three months. At that time, the principal and interest will be returned together. Sun Jiebao and Shen Kai also signed the name on the loan note as the guarantor.

Next, there was nothing Mu Lan had to do. The three boys were responsible for the specific operation. The three of them were computer technology and game enthusiasts, and they were familiar with this. The division of labor was clear. Fu Ping'an was responsible for the operation, Shen Kai was responsible for the technology, and Sun Jiebao was responsible for the financial transactions because he was good at math and had an Alipay account.

The first business in his life started at the age of 18. The start was smooth. Fu Ping'an felt that even the sky had turned blue. At night, he went to the Internet cafe after leaving the hospital. He contacted online to purchase software and firewalls, rented servers, and spent a lot of money on advertising. These expenses were completed by Sun Jiebao. He paid online at home with Alipay, and in a blink of an eye, tens of thousands of yuan was spent. Fu Ping'an was so energetic. He spent so much money for the first time he grew up. He was excited and nervous. He was looking forward to the scene after making a lot of money. Adrenaline began to secrete...

The lights outside were just on, and people were coming and going. It was the best time for business. There were four tall but slightly thin figures walking side by side at the entrance of Yichuang Internet Cafe, occupying the entire road. There was a harsh whistle sound from behind. The sharp headlights shone over, but the four young people had no intention of giving way. One of the tallest guys turned around and raised his middle finger.

The car behind is a Hummer, the exclusive car of the social boss. Most people will avoid it long ago when they see it, but the newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger. Li Gen and his sports students are not afraid of heaven or earth. Buddha blocks kill Buddha, god blocks kill god. Tonight they came to the Internet cafe to settle the score with Fu Ping'an, and they were full of murderous intent. If they gave way, wouldn't the army destroy the mighty before they moved?

The Hummer stopped honking the whistle and drove slowly in the back, but the people in the car had already started calling: "Lao Liu, where is it? Oh, it's very close. Call me a few people to do business."

The person who called the phone had a shiny forehead. The Liu and his brothers were eating barbecue a hundred meters away. They arrived every minute, and they all took the guys.

Li Gen and three sports students smoked a cigarette at the entrance of the Internet cafe and formulated a combat plan. One person was blocking the door. Two people and Li Gen went in to arrest people. There was a surveillance monitor in the Internet cafe, so people had to be called out and beaten.

"Try it to death, kill it to me." Li Gen made a bold statement. He has this capital, he has money, worth tens of millions of dollars, killing someone is not the same as playing. At least in the logic of the eighteen-year-old Li Gen.

After they finished smoking, the bald men arrived. Not many people came, there were more than ten, with all kinds of crooked melons and bizarre shapes, but the spirit of the world was very strong. In the winter, they could not show their tattoos with their shirtlessness, but the black sable on their bodies and the big gold chains on their necks exposed their identities.

"Hey, big guy, that tall guy who looks like a telephone pole, said what about you." The bald man shouted. Li Gen was particularly sensitive to the word "electric pole". He immediately stopped and turned around with a cold look on his face.

He suddenly became a little cowardly. Although he was tall and had his brothers and guys, he had more people on the other side, and the guys were even more powerful. They were all serious. Li Gen was still a big child who had not graduated from high school, so he had no courage to fight with such a person.

But in front of his brother, he couldn't be cowardly, so he forced himself to say, "Who are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you. You just gestured at me?" The bald man walked forward, looked up at Li Gen, and inadvertently lifted up the hem of the black leather jacket, revealing an object similar to the handle of the gun.

In the Internet cafe, Shen Kai was chatting with Fu Ping'an: "Insurance, how do you know when Mu Lan's birthday is?"

Fu Ping'an said: "Because I am on the same day, I know."

Shen Kai was about to say something to him, and walked over and said, "Internet manager, someone is fighting at the door, and more than a dozen people started to do it immediately."

Fu Ping'an was not on duty, but he still ran over to watch the fun. The fight had not started yet. Li Gen and others were surrounded by bald brothers, and there was another circle of people watching the fun outside, and everyone was very excited.

Both sides of the confrontation are Fu Ping'an's acquaintances. He didn't know why the bald man came. Li Gen must have found revenge on him. No matter what, fighting in an Internet cafe will inevitably affect his major events. If someone is seriously injured or killed, the Internet cafe will be implicated and the business is closed and the seizure cannot be escaped. That is something that Fu Ping'an must not allow to happen.

So without thinking, he stood among the two groups of people who were tense: "Don't do anything."

At this moment, Fu Ping'an felt that he was in the top of light and Zhang Wuji possessed him.
Chapter completed!