Survival Qualification Test

The man's figure was long and long, with typical clothes racks, a light ash suit, no tie, and an open shirt with an unrestrained bosom, revealing a hollow rose cube tied by a broken diamond chain on the collarbone, a cynical look of a cynical family.

But what didn't match his dress was the sharp sharpness hidden under his eyes. His attention was so sharp that the original shocked sight was hidden so well that only a brief moment on his face was captured precisely.

The face of the beautiful white, brisk and handsome Buddha looked at him in the next second.

Yuan Rong was trying to disguise his integration into the crowd, but was stunned in place.

"Whose kid is that, eh? I didn't come to say hello when I met the three young masters?"

Was Jiang Qiusheng so old at this age!

This sentence seems to be arrogant and rude, but it is the most suitable threat in his modest manner, shouting people and refusing to refuse-who will be so angry with such a dude? You reason with others that you think you are stupid.

Yuan Rong paused, then turned around, and sullenly raised the corner of his mouth: "How can the three young masters be famous outside, is it my little character to be able to make friends with?" Just come with your father to meet the world."

Small role?

Liu Wanqing and other human essences infiltrated in the family since childhood, swept the original content without trace, and could not believe his pretext.

Your white suit with dark embroidered angels embroidered with gold thread on the satin is not the money you can get! There is also a cross iron gray tie with embossed dark patterns, this whole body is in real gold and silver.

But the original family... Liu Wanqing confirmed that China, at least in the southern Hunan circle, had no strength to enter the family of the "original" surname.

According to common sense, this high probability is that the upstart bought the invitation letter at a high price and tried to squeeze into the family circle. However, this young man is not humble and has no intention of making friends, but instead has an attitude of not treating them seriously. Can't reach a conclusion.

She traced Jiang Qiusheng's eyes with no trace, the latter gave him a white eye.

She twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled gently: "It turned out to be the original young man. Hey, what is said, all comers are guests, I see the young man is a talent, dare to ask Ling Zun..."

Yuan Rong didn't say a word, just gave a meaningful cross to the crowd with the corners of his eyes, and then... circled a circle with his thumb and index finger.

The atmosphere was quiet for a while.

Originally betting.

In less than a minute, he concluded that this is indeed the real world, at least the time segment of a certain branch of the real world.

What he couldn't draw conclusions on was why Jiang Qiusheng in the Beijing North Circle appeared in the obvious Hunan South Circle, to be precise in the dinner of Yunchuan Gui circle.

He is also very concerned about why such a real-world task will have content on the dinner of the Deng family: Coincidentally, Qin Zhongzheng is related to this, and Jiang Qiusheng is also related to this.

What kind of cause and effect will be drawn when the clues are endless?

Hara looks forward to it.

He bet correctly.

Jiang Qiusheng couldn't tell if he didn't understand the gesture. The white face used to conceal his true emotions as before; Liu Wanqing's face changed three times.

In the end, she squeezed out a twisted smile that couldn't say respect or fear.

"It turns out that you are...really disrespectful. Excuse me, how many skins are there?"

The leather shell, according to Qin Zhongzheng's introduction, is one of the proverbs summed up by the anti-narcotics team, meaning "ton"; the leather suitcase is "100 kg", and the leather bag is "one kg".

Is this probing identity, or probing the tone? Or, the two together?

Originally, he raised his eyelids quietly and looked at Liu Wanqing with a smile: "This is not what I can call the shots. But then, a few suitcases are good, too much, I'm really afraid Will not be able to eat."

He seemed to be calm and calm, but he was staring at Liu Wanqing's face. The latter twitched his lips a few times, and Zhang Huang looked around for a while, and hurriedly rushed to his ear: "... Could you be a bit more comfortable, the conditions are good. You don't know, it's not yet mid-month last month, 13 No! The goods are completely broken! The "pigeons" are flying all over the line, and the black market price has risen by thirty times! Think about it, why should we give this money to others!"

"Let's?" Yuan Rong seemed to laugh, "No, it's you alone. Me, this kind of thing really can't be a home. But I know that austerity will buy the best, right?"

"But it is..."

"Okay," the original **** Rong interrupted her, ignoring the anxiety and madness of her eyes, and compared her bosom with her tender index finger, "The grandfather's birthday feast, happy day, don't say this Things that don’t matter are wonderful."

He immediately looked to Jiang Qiusheng, who silently probed the whole situation into his eyes without saying a word, compared to a "please" gesture: "Three young masters, have I had the pleasure of talking to you?"

The tall and tall man took two glasses of champagne from the waiter tray.

When Yuan Rong was about to take the cup in his right hand, he saw his sip bored his left hand, and another bore his right hand. The clear liquid slipped into his thin lips and the cup was empty.

Then, he put the two empty glasses back into the tray, and the whole process was running for no more than half a minute. The original content was speechless.

Noting Yuan Rong's dumbfounded gaze, Jiang Qiusheng smiled indifferently: "What a pretentious thing about this **** thing, a cup is just the amount of **** bite, and dare to fill it up to make a drink."

Judging from Jiang Qiusheng's unabashed cynical behavior, this "Jiang Sanshao" is estimated to be younger than the one they knew.

Jiang Qiusheng said during his self-introduction that he was studying for a master's degree in business in the UK, that is, at the age of twenty-three or four. When the test started, he was called to come back when something happened at home.

And this one in front of Yuan Rong, since staying in China in the spring, should be in the university stage-this period of time is about 2015 to 2017.

"So, what does the kid want to say to me?"

He let out Yuan Rong's thoughts casually.

At this time, the two walked towards the row of suede round sofas in the corner of the hall that seemed very comfortable. Jiang Qiusheng staggered backwards, and the whole person went into the nest without any gesture. The legs stretched relaxed on the carpet.

He really is... being home everywhere.

However, regardless of the external image, what do others say?

Yuan Rong also learned that he leaned back and slumped in. It was really comfortable. The tight body was supported by a soft sofa, and every cell was moaning comfortably. However, the neck of the neckline was a little tight. This dress is tailor-made, and the movement will be tighter if it is slightly larger.

Jiang Qiusheng noticed how he looked and how uncomfortable the posture was. He laughed and laughed enough, before leaning under the darkened face, he leaned over and pulled off his tie.

"what are you doing--"

"Children still need to practice," he teased a little, with a small nose that looked pretty upright. "It's been a long time with this kind of dog leash, but I will lose myself."

His knuckles were clear, his hands white to blue with his joints swayed, and the tie that had just been ripped off from Yuanrong’s neck was thrown away. Pleats, like rubber bands, go around.

But strangely, after the neckline was ripped apart, Yuanrong really felt breathable to the eyes. He chuckled loudly, and this guy Jiang Qiusheng had never really changed.

Jiang Qiusheng gave him an inexplicable glance and then casually greeted a waiter to remove two small plates of dessert from the tray. But this time he did not swallow, but compared it for a while, and threw the brightly colored, sweeter ones to the original.

Yuan Rong whispered a small blue and white porcelain plate, and he considered: "Just before, I heard Miss Liu say you...I can't protect myself? What else can the three young masters worry about?"

"What do you think of me as a decathlon superman?"

Yuan Rong turned his head in surprise, facing Jiang Qiusheng's expressionless look. He shrank the whole person on the sofa without bones, biting a small milk bag of bean paste. The small milk bag was used as a toy by him, thrown in the air, and picked up with his mouth. , Not pitying.

"One minute ago. Now that my opinion has changed, Jiang Sanshao is a person with a real temperament," Yuan Rong opened his mouth mockingly. "At least, it's better than me."

Jiang Qiusheng stopped the childish movements in his hands, fixed his eyes with Yuan Rong for a while, then stretched out his hands and rubbed Yuan Rong's hair fiercely.

Perhaps it was the soft, curly hair that felt so good, he paused for a while and made it worse.

Yuan Rong was smirked by his thoughtful and outgoing actions, avoiding the offensive one after another: "Hey, praise you just enough! My hairstyle--"

"What kind of hairstyle does the little kid's family want," Jiang Qiusheng laughed, "how old you are to put on the kind of pretense expression that the old **** is in, and I want to hit you when I see you first."

"What is the old **** here," Yuan Rong burst into hair, "I am calm, calm, and calm!"

Jiang Qiusheng was undecided, and he looked at the desperately angry children for a while, suddenly laughing when he couldn't bear to jump up and beat him.

He smiled, it was actually very warm, the evil Danfeng eyes squinted with laughter, like a shy gentleman next door.

"You are more popular than you are."

Popular.

It turned out that he was missing something like this-

Jiang Qiusheng said he was kicked out of the house.

The house was confiscated, the bank card was frozen, and even the bee flower quota was used up.

Because he refused to follow the business road that the Jiang family had planned for him.

The children of the Jiang family were taught at an early age to win glory for the country and glory for the family. He was lucky and was born in third place. His eldest brother and eldest sister have been walking on the Sunshine Boulevard painted by the Jiang family. The former is the secretary of the youngest province in China. The latter is the youngest female colonel in the army. And he should have become one of the youngest business giants in Beijing in three years.

"Am I being selfish like this?" He carelessly looked away, looking at the ceiling, which was not illuminated by the crystal chandelier's glow, the small piece of wallpaper showing the original color, "I eat the shadow of the family, then, to When I deserve to give back, I escape."

"Those who belong to the branch family seem to care about me one by one. They asked me to bow down and go back softly twice in three days; secretly, I might not be happy, but I wish I could die outside," he sneered. It’s just a group of hyenas, and they don’t take a **** and take photos to show their respect. I really think I’ll die if they die? Silly, when my big brother and big sister are blind?"

Brother and sister?

Yuan Rongben didn't think about it in that way, a sudden flash of light flashed in his head, and he asked, "I'll wait, are your big brother and big sister... Jiang Yumen and Jiang Weizang?"

Jiang Qiusheng raised his eyelids disapprovingly: "Otherwise?"

He nodded his head to show his understanding, and asked, "So what do you plan to do next? I mean, you came to this banquet, certainly not in accordance with the will of the family. Do you have another purpose, right?"

But Jiang Qiusheng didn't answer him, but blinked complexly: "You want to ask me this?"

"if not?"

"No, I mean, you all know who my eldest brother and sister who are famous abroad is Lei Guan'er, so you don't want me to help take the line?" Jiang Qiusheng is incredible, "What are you doing with me?"

Yuan Rong can probably understand where Jiang Qiusheng's cynical origin came from.

A huge monster-like family, elder elder sister and elder brother, and greedy monster-like family. In this inhuman growth environment, Jiang Qiusheng, who was bound to his personality and behavior since childhood, but still grows up to himself now...is actually a very lonely and wandering soul.

"...Otherwise?" Yuan Rong smiled, "I can't just admire the three young masters, just talk to yourself?"

Jiang Qiusheng did not continue to raise the bar.

But Yuan Rong knew that he was a little happy at the moment. His earlobe was slowly red and very beautiful.

"I... do have something to do here."

It took a long time for Jiang Qiusheng to speak slowly, his voice as if coming from a dream.

He said: "I think I've been a little wrong lately. I dream every night. It's not that kind of strange dream, but a continuous, like the dream of a series of movies every night."

He also said: "I dreamed that... I lived in the Middle Ages, or earlier, was a big and small god. I can teleport, I can hear the voices of any people around me that I want to hear, see mouse, plague When I am broken; I also dreamed that I had six wings, just that kind of white birdman...People called me'Raphael', and I came for the most devout prayer."

"Very Secondary Two, right?" He laughed loudly, "An angel, I told my elder sister, she said I was stupid, let me quickly look at the brain department. I sent a little and I said, this symptom is a bit Like the consequences of a new type of drug. Dreaming of continuous, god-like strange dreams, in the dream, you seem to really become a god, you can do whatever you want... and then get stuck there and never get out again."

"That drug seems to be called...'Dream Dream'."