Guandao Shangtu Old Classmate 3G Network First Release

  Everything that happened after returning from Shanghai, Shangping had not connected with the fact that he was a soul condenser, even if he thought about it, he felt a bit forced. However, there was one thing that Shangping had to admit was due to the effect of the soul condenser, which was that his funds in the stock market had doubled in a month. When did he ever have such good luck? It must be that there is a god watching over him in secret.

  Shang Ping secretly entered the stock market. He said that Lin Hui would invest 350,000 yuan in the company, while he himself invested the remaining money in the stock market for 500,000 yuan. He didn't dare to let Yang Jun and Pangzi know, if they knew, they would definitely not cooperate with him again. Even more afraid of letting Lin Hui know, if Lin Hui knew that his old illness had relapsed and his bad habits hadn't changed, he might withdraw the company's investment.

  Now, Shang Ping can finally breathe a sigh of relief. He already has over 1.5 million yuan in his hands, more than the company's total assets. Sitting in front of the computer, he gazes at those red, unpredictable numbers, and the thrill in his heart cannot be put into words. He feels like the pent-up air in his chest is finally released. Isn't that what life is all about?

  At first, the stock market left him with nothing, and his beautiful wife was humiliated. Now, the stock market is going to turn around and make him whole again. Those jumping red numbers are like a bunch of prostitutes, constantly waving at him, flattering and fawning over him.

  Huayi Company opened for business without any grand opening ceremony, but news of it still reached the ears of Shangping's several university classmates.

  That afternoon, Shang Ping was sitting in his office secretly looking at the big disk analysis on his computer when Yang Jun brought someone in.

  "Director Shang, you've started a big company and don't even bother to greet your old classmates?"

  Shangping looked up and saw that it was Zheng Gang, a university classmate who worked at the Municipal Finance Bureau.

  "What's the point of saying anything? We can't even get an official from the finance bureau to come. Please sit down, please sit down. Yang Jun is making tea."

  Zheng Gang was a rival of Shang Ping when they were in college, both of whom fell in love with Zhang Yan, a beautiful girl one year their junior.

  Talking about Zhang Yanmei's beauty, it's hard to say where her beauty lies, Zheng Gang may not be able to explain clearly, and Shang Ping can't explain it either. As for what white skin, full breasts, and a plump buttocks, using these words to describe Zhang Yanmei seems redundant, because these characteristics are possessed by every beauty, and Zhang Yanmei is no exception.

  Shang Ping privately thought that Zhang Yan was the kind of beauty that made every man want to get on top of her, and want to hold her in his mouth. Zhang Yan's beauty best explained the ancient proposition that women are made of water.

  Sparkling eyes that can make you suddenly angry. A slender figure like a water grass in the river, soft and able to entwine your body. With a heavenly voice, an expression of pretended anger and shyness, making Shang Ping and Zheng Gang's souls dizzy.

  Since getting to know Zhang Yan, other girls in school seem dull and uninteresting, unable to arouse their interest again.

  Whenever there is an opportunity, the three of them are always together. At first, the two boys cooperate with each other to prevent other males from approaching Zhang Yan, and on this point, the two have a consensus and maintain a high consistency.

  They had long been secretly competing with each other. In the process of chasing, everyone couldn't help but use some unscrupulous means, which looked fine on the surface but were actually competing fiercely in their hearts. Finally, one day, they could no longer tolerate each other's existence, and war was inevitable. The fuse was Go.

  Two men were playing Go together, Zhang Yan was watching from the side, both sides were fighting for their lives to gain face in front of the beauty. As a result, for one move, both sides first quarreled and then mutually exposed each other's old bottom, using the most vicious language to insult each other, with the goal of making the other person stink in front of the beauty.

  Finally, he made a move. At that time, Shang Ping was playing with a steel ball in his hand, and when he saw Zheng Gang coming fiercely, he threw the ball out with one hand, resulting in Zheng Gang's face covered in blood. At that moment, Zhang Yan seemed to exclaim "How can you use hidden weapons!"

  At that moment, Shangping knew he had completely lost the beauty's heart.

  Next, Zhang Yan accompanied Zheng Gang to the hospital for bandaging, and then the two of them didn't come to class for two days. As for what happened, it was so painful that he wanted to commit suicide at that time, so I'm too lazy to analyze it.

  On the third day, Shang Ping was lamenting his fate alone in the dormitory when Zhang Yan walked in. He took a closer look and saw that this time, the beauty's eyes were not just watery, but two strings of tears hung on her face, with red and swollen eyes as if she had lost her parents.

  Zhang Yan only said one sentence: "Shang Ping, you are not a man, I hate you......" and then ran away.

  Shang Ping stood there for over ten minutes, then a fierce flame of jealousy burst forth, and he gritted his teeth and cursed: "Damn it, must you go that far? It's just a little blood, doesn't my mother know if I'm a man or not?"

  Helpless, the trend has already gone, scolding is useless, can only lie on the bed with a headache, muttering to himself: "I didn't expect their feelings to be so deep... I'm really stupid... Didn't see it coming..."

  As a result, Zheng Gang benefited from the disaster and took Zhang Yan to his bed a year after graduating from university.

  For this, Shang Ping had been holding a grudge for a long time. Every time he met Zhang Yan at a classmate gathering, he felt uncomfortable, but Zhang Yan seemed to be the same as before. It wasn't until he married Lin Hui and all his classmates agreed that Lin Hui was more charming than Zhang Yan that he finally felt psychologically balanced. Now that over ten years have passed, this matter has gradually faded away.

  Zheng Gang worked in the municipal finance bureau after graduating from university, and after ten years of hard work, he has become a small section chief. Before Shang Ping entered the stock market, they would sometimes gather together, but over the past two years, they have had little contact.

  "Shangping, this is your fault. When others open a small restaurant, they invite three or four friends to celebrate, but your company just opened quietly like this?" Zheng Gang said with a half-joking tone.

  "That's different, restaurants have wine and dishes to entertain friends, what do I have here? When friends come, it's just a cup of plain tea, I don't want to waste my friends' precious time." Shangping said with a bitter face.

  Zheng Gang lowered his voice and asked: "I heard you and Lin Hui broke up?"

  Shang Ping spat out a mouthful of thick smoke and muttered to himself, "This kid is going to be smug again. I've lost face in front of him for this lifetime, at least when it comes to women." "Your news is too outdated, everyone on earth already knows."

  "What's going on all of a sudden..." Zheng Gang made a disappointed face.

  Shang Ping casually waved his hand and said, "Nothing much, just want to change flavors."

  Zheng Gang pointed at Shang Ping, shaking his head and laughing: "You little scoundrel, you're not going to be like Chen Shimei, are you? Abandoning your wife for money."

  "Don't just ask about me, it's been years since we last met, how have you been? You and Yan must be living happily together." There was a hint of sourness in Shangping's words.

  "What's happy or unhappy about it? We're just an old couple." Zheng Gang spoke with a hint of darkness in his eyes, but Shang Ping didn't notice.

  Shang Ping smiled and said, "Alright! It's rare for us to meet today, let's find a place to have a few drinks. You make the call, invite everyone who should be invited, don't forget to invite Yan Yan, I won't fight with you over her again."

  Zheng Gang burst out laughing after hearing it.

  In the evening, when Shangping walked into the hotel suite, there were already seven or eight classmates sitting inside.

  When my old man was about to jump off the building at home, where were these people? How did they all come out now? Zheng Gang's work efficiency is pretty high.

  "Director Shang has arrived! Director Shang has arrived!" The classmates all cheered as they saw Shang Ping enter.

  "Whoever calls me Shang Zong again will make me disappear immediately."

  Zheng Gang stood up with a smile and pulled Shang Ping to sit down, pointing at a middle-aged man in police uniform opposite him and saying: "Shang Ping, apart from classmates, I've invited a new friend today. This is Yu Yongming, the director of the prison administration bureau's office."

  "Welcome, welcome, welcome Director Yu." Shang Ping's face showed a warm and humble expression.

  Yu Yongming stood up and grasped Shang Ping's hand, saying: "We won't call you Director Shang, and you shouldn't call me Director either. From now on, we're friends."

  "Just then, Zhang Yanying spoke in a gentle voice: 'You can stop flattering each other now. Shangping, I've already ordered the dishes for you, so go ahead and have them served.'"

  Shangping smiled and said: "Yanyan, your words are imperial decrees, dare I oppose them?" This brought a burst of laughter from the classmates, everyone knew about that old affair.

  Shang Ping sneaked a glance at Zheng Gang and saw that he was also smiling, seemingly not minding.

  "Today's gathering has nothing to do with my company, everything is due to the deep friendship between classmates and friends. I'd like to toast you all a glass, welcome everyone!"

  After a few cups of wine, the atmosphere at the table became lively. Those classmates who were relatively well-connected were especially active, while several classmates who were not as well-off looked like ugly ducklings, with a pretentious smile on their faces, seemingly listening but actually nodding their heavy heads.

  This is the discourse of his mother. Foucault once said that speech is power, but this sentence should be reversed: power is speech. The so-called vulnerable groups are those who have something to say but cannot speak out, or no one listens even if they do speak. Just like that chubby female classmate, as soon as she opened her mouth and said a word, someone immediately interrupted her, and she awkwardly muttered as if swallowing back the words she was about to say. Therefore, our ancestors long ago said: Heaven is revered and earth is humble, yin and yang are fixed. High and low are distinguished, noble and humble are positioned. This world has always had a hierarchical order.

  "Still thinking about something, Shang Ping? Let me toast you a cup!" Zheng Gang said, raising his wine glass.

  "Which of us two is more respectful? Come on!" Xiangping didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a lack of energy and the wine tasted bland.

  "Shangping, what's wrong? You look listless. Let's have a drink." Zhang Yan picked up her cup and gazed at him with beautiful eyes.

  "What's going on, you two want to gang up and take me down?" Shang Ping laughed.

  "Cut! Do you still need us to team up? My wife alone is enough." Zheng Gang seemed to have intentionally emphasized the two words "my wife", and Shang Ping cursed in his heart: damn, until now you still can't forget to provoke me. Several classmates started teasing: "Shang Ping, dare you take on the challenge?"

  Shang Ping waved his hand and said, "A good man doesn't fight with a woman. Besides, if Zheng Gang intervenes later, I'll be in trouble. Everyone knows that past experiences have proven I'm no match for those two."

  Zheng Gang didn't know whether he was pretending to be stupid or really hadn't caught the implicit meaning in Shang Ping's words, and with a pair of hands shaking wildly, said: "Shang Ping, you're still thinking it's like back in school days, if you can get my wife drunk, I'll admire you."

  In Shang Ping's impression, Zhang Yan didn't drink much, but his understanding wasn't deep either. Who knows what kind of state Zheng Gang has been trained into over the years? Now looking at Zheng Gang's fearless appearance, he hesitated in his heart instead.