Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Shanghai Stock Exchange, Ruijin Hospital.

In the dean's office, Mr. Wen and dean Gong sat at each end. There was a chess set on the small table in the middle. They lowered their heads and looked at the chess records, silently and deeply engaged.

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

Faced with this move, Dean Gong did not panic and acted calmly.

Mr. Wen continued to step on the horse and said calmly: "Tell me, how is my illness?"

Dean Gong pinched "Shuai", paused, and then stepped back: "Mr. Wen, if you cooperate well with the treatment."

Mr. Wen waved his withered right hand: "Tell me the result directly. How long can this old man live?"

After that, Mr. Wen got in the car and took the portrait.

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

Mr. Wen raised his head and interrupted again with a glare: "Can new drugs treat cancer? Can today's cancer be cured?"

Dean Gong was helpless: "No, but..."

For the third time, Mr. Wen refused to let the other party finish his sentence: "You have been under my command 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 both friends and had a superior-subordinate relationship. This is why Dean Gong has always been respectful to Mr. Wen.

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

Mr. Wen obviously knew the other party's nature. He didn't believe it at all. He raised his chin and said, "If you had dared to fool me with this statement a few decades earlier, I would have killed you with one shot."

Dean Gong gave a wry smile, then fell into silence, but finally said: "Keep it safe for 1 to 2 years."

Mr. Wen stared at the opponent's eyes for a few seconds, then moved on. His face was calm from beginning to end, as if he had seen through life and death.

"Dong dong dong"

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

"Come in." Dean Gong shouted outside.

The door opened, and the driver who usually accompanied Mr. Wen came in. He also held a document bag in his hand. After walking over, he just gave a vague salute to Dean Gong and sat quietly aside without saying a word.

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

Normally, Mr. Wen would usually save some face for Dean Gong, just win, and he would not make the other party look too ugly.

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

No, he should have served the old chief well through torture.

After taking off the "handsome" in front of Dean Gong, Mr. Wen calmed down. After a while, he put the chess piece in his hand on the table, stood up and walked out of the door without saying hello, walking smoothly.

The driver got up and went out.

After watching the two people leave one after another, Dean Gong's eyes lingered on the chessboard for a while. Then he closed the door, grabbed the phone on the table and started pressing buttons.

Press Wen’s landline number.

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

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

The driver said yes and handed the folder over with both hands.

Mr. Wen reached for the folder and asked, "Did you alert the people around him?"

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

After hearing this, Mr. Wen began to open the folder and pulled out a stack of information.

There is a lot of information, totaling 59 pages, covering a wide range of time periods, including Zhang Xuan's recorded life.

For example, his academic performance as a child, his mock exams in high school, and his first love with Xiao Shaowan.

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

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

The driver was well prepared for this. He leaned over and opened the passenger's black duffel bag and took out a stack of magazines. Judging from the titles of the publications, they were clearly Zhiyin and Youth Digest.

The driver was very attentive and not only found every journal that Zhang Xuan had ever published. There is also a bookmark in each book, so you can read Zhang Xuan's articles when you open it, which can save Mr. Wen a lot of time in flipping through books.

His eyes ran over the magazine, and after thinking for a while, Mr. Wen put aside the folder in his hand and started reading the magazine.

After reading the first book, Mr. Wen had no reaction.

After reading the second book, I still had no reaction.

But when he read the seventh book, Mr. Wen frowned slightly. He found that these articles had no actual connotation. They were all about love and love, and a considerable part of them were even descriptions of corrupt lives.

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

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

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

No longer reading the magazine, Mr. Wen picked up the documents and flipped through them again.

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

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

When he turned to Lilith's information, Mr. Wen took a detailed look at "Wen Zheng's" personal information.

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

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

The driver had been paying attention to the old man's things and replied: "Seagate has not had much contact with Zhang Xuan, and his family background is relatively simple. Judging from Zhang Xuan's character and way of doing things, Seagate does not have anything unique that attracts him. This That’s what I’m more confused about.”

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

Mr. Wen shook his head and did not agree with this statement.

So far, although Zhang Xuan has many confidantes, only a few of them have actually had relationships with each other. If Seagate wasn't unique, this wouldn't be the case.

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

Mr. Wen remained silent and acquiesced.

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

The so-called in-depth investigation means using all means.

After skipping Seagate's information, Mr. Wen turned to Dong Ziyu's personal information.

Two minutes later, he asked: "Going to the capital of Shu?"

The driver replied: "I went to Shudu on January 18 this year because I wanted to take care of my sister-in-law. Her sister-in-law suffers from breast cancer and undergoes chemotherapy at West China Hospital regularly."

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

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

Mr. Wen stared at the words "confidant friend" in the relationship column for a long time and said: "This is a bit unusual. Please help me verify whether it is correct."

The driver notes.

Continuing to scroll down, when he came to Oriole information, Mr. Wen only glanced at the name and lost interest.

When he turned to Tao Ge's information, Mr. Wen stopped and read every word. Three minutes later, he finished reading the information and fell into deep thought.

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

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

He asked confusedly: "Are they these two people?"

The driver answered very succinctly: "Yes."

Mr. 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 position, who would you choose?"

The driver is not stupid, but in this position he is very smart and keeps his mouth shut.

Mr. Wen looked at the driver, and after a while, asked again: "Tell me, should I beat the mandarin duck?"

The driver lowered his head and pretended not to hear.

Mr. Wen still wanted to speak, but he coughed without warning. He bent over and coughed violently.

The driver moved quickly, patting Mr. Wen's back with his left hand, and placed his right hand across Mr. Wen's chest, letting the latter use his strength.

The cough came quickly but went away slowly, until Mr. Wen's face turned red. He didn't give up until Mr. Wen spit out a mouthful of thick, blood-streaked phlegm.

After opening the door and getting out of the car, Mr. Wen threw the tissue into the trash can outside. Mr. Wen calmed down and said, "Find a quiet place for me. I want to stay alone for a while."

The driver hesitated, but nodded.

Back in the car, Mr. Wen took several medicines in succession. After he recovered 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 when I got there, I realized that there were still things and people that made me miss. "

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

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

The driver turned on the ignition, started the car and headed towards the Pentagon Square.

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

At this time, Wen Hui was reading a newspaper on the sofa in the living room, with Yuan Mei and Lin Sisi sitting next to her. From time to time, waves of aroma wafted from the kitchen.

Among the three sisters, Lin Sisi was the youngest and the most secretive. She muttered to the newspaper: "We are so rich. We donated more than 30 million yuan in royalties as soon as we asked. You think we work so hard, but we only earn a little money in the end?" ?”

Yuan Mei said with a smile: "He is a public figure now. Many teenagers regard him as their idol. He can't save money. And the effect is very good. When I came over today, I saw people queuing up in front of the Xinhua store to buy "Human World". On to the road."

Lin Sisi asked Yuan Mei, "Do you think he would be heartbroken if he donated this money?"

Yuan Mei shook his head: "You only saw the money, not the list of items. This is a lot of money. I personally think that for people like him, this kind of money has long been out of sight."

Lin Sisi said: "I know what you mean, but haven't you ever thought about it? He wrote "The Human World" for two years and wrote 7 versions word by word. Each version has more than one million words, which is nearly a year. Tens of millions of words, just donated."

Yuan Mei said: "This is the pattern and sincerity, so it makes sense for people to like 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 is busy with recently?"

Wen Hui didn't even raise her head, "No contact for a few months."

Lin Sisi wanted to ask, but she heard footsteps coming from the door. When she turned around and saw Mr. Wen, she stood up and walked over to ask with concern, "Grandpa, how are you doing?"

Mr. Wen smiled kindly at her: "It's nothing serious, just bronchitis. This is an old problem."

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

Growing up with her grandfather, Wen Hui knew his habits very well. Every time her grandfather smiled like this and said it was okay, there was probably something wrong.

When her thoughts came to this, she suddenly lost the mood to continue reading the newspaper.

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

"How's your piano practice going?"

Wen Hui said: "I have finished practicing the 6th song, and there are still 2 songs left."

Mr. Wen nodded after hearing this: "Don't worry, practice hard and keep improving. When the concert is held, grandpa will go there to support you."

Lin Sisi interrupted at this time: "Grandpa, I will have a concert in Berlin, Germany in October. We are all going to go. Do you want to go with us?"

Yuan Mei was startled when she heard this, and quickly picked up the conversation: "Yes, grandpa, Huihui's friends Du Shuangling and Mi Jian were also there at that time. It was crowded and lively."

Mr. Wen glanced meaningfully at his eldest granddaughter, waved his hand and said: "I made an appointment with some old friends to watch an opera on National Day. You go and take more photos then."

The sound of "ding bell" interrupted Mr. Wen's speech.

The three of them looked at Wen Hui.

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

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

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 understand.

Putting away her phone, she turned to ask Mr. Wen: "Grandpa, is bronchitis serious?"

Mr. Wen shook the newspaper in his hand and said, "As always, I have a bad cough this season."

Wen Hui's little mouth moved, and she swallowed back the words that came to her lips.

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

Wen Hui didn't hesitate and said yes.

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

This happened often. Zhou Rong had no doubts and asked, "Will you come back tonight?"

Yuan Mei reached out and took Huihui's arm towards the door: "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 she had no choice but to ask her grandfather for help this time.

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

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