Feng Shui Turns

  Lao Ye was overjoyed when he heard Tang Zhen Dong agree, picked up his cup and clinked it with Tang's. The two of them downed their drinks in one gulp. "Xiao Tang, don't worry, with our combination, we're an unbeatable team! I have experience, you have ability, what business can we not get?"

  Tang Zhendong thought so too.

  After Tang Zhendong was released from prison, he found it difficult to find a job and encountered many setbacks. He almost relied on his own strength to go down the wrong path, but thinking of his elderly parents, Tang Zhendong couldn't bear it. He had already spent eight years in prison, would he have to spend another eight years? How many eights can be wasted in life?

  Later, he met a fellow prisoner Wang Meng. Wang Meng was willing to give up his position as the big brother to Tang Zhendong and have Tang Zhendong lead him, but Tang Zhendong firmly refused. The underworld was not the path he wanted to take.

  But how big can a small business be, although this life is more comfortable than being in prison, but oneself can struggle for ten or twenty years, but can parents wait for oneself to struggle for twenty years before letting them enjoy happiness?

  Although Tang Zhendong drank a lot today, what he said was absolutely not nonsense. He had also thought deeply about it. What men fear most is hesitating and being indecisive. Once they make up their minds, they must be firm and unwavering.

  Tang Zhendong came out of Lao Ye's house, it was already past ten o'clock, and the people on the street who were cooling off and playing poker had also thinned out. He touched the seven-color Qilin stone beads on his wrist, and he didn't know if it was psychological or if the Qilin stone beads really worked, but he felt that his mind suddenly cleared up a lot.

  "Ding ding ding" Tang Zhendong's antique mobile phone rang, and when he saw it was an unfamiliar number, he answered it casually.

  "Hello, Dongzi?" The voice on the phone was tense and excited.

  "Who are you?" Tang Zhendong couldn't think of who this voice belonged to for a moment, but suddenly his mind flashed and he thought of someone. "Xiaoqiang, is that you, Yuan Xiaoqiang?"

  The voice on the phone burst out laughing, "I'm Xiao Qiang, I thought you'd forgotten about me!"

  "How did you find my phone number?"

  "You didn't mention this matter, I wasn't angry, but as soon as you mentioned it, I felt depressed. You've already come out, why didn't you tell me? Just giving your phone number to our school flower and forgetting about me, an old friend, you really are a 'see beauty forget friendship' kind of person!"

  Yuan Xiaoqiang on the phone was still as poor as before, just like in school. Tang Zhendong couldn't help but feel a strong sense of friendship. In high school, although they had only been desk mates for a few months, their relationship was very good. Some people may have known each other for a lifetime, but it's just a superficial acquaintance. But some people will become lifelong bosom friends from the moment they meet.

  It's hard for others to imagine that Tang Zhendong was the best student, while Yuan Xiaoqiang was the worst, a student who spent a lot of money to get in. But how did these two become good friends? Not only is their class teacher unclear about this, but even their classmates don't know.

  If there's one thing that can be found in common between Tang Zhendong and Yuan Xiaoqiang, it's that they're both playful. Yuan Xiaoqiang is not good at studying, which is probably the result of being too playful, while Tang Zhendong excels in his studies but is also surprisingly playful. The class teacher was very angry, although he saw Tang Zhendong's grades, he didn't understand Tang Zhendong's situation and put the two together as equals.

  Who would have thought that Tang Zhendong and Yuan Xiaojun, in several small exams and pop quizzes, achieved outstanding results, leaving all the teachers including the head teacher speechless.

  "Dongzi, why aren't you speaking? Where are you? I'll go find you!" Yuan Xiaoqiang heard that Tang Zhendong hadn't spoken for a long time on the phone and felt somewhat anxious.

  Tang Zhendong said his current location, Yuan Xiaoqiang threw a sentence, "I'll be there soon, wait for me!" and hung up the phone.

  Tang Zhendong remembers very clearly that when he was taken away, Yuan Xiaoqiang was furious and wanted to rush up. He was taken to the police car, and Yuan Xiaoqiang rushed forward in anger, being held back by his classmates. Scene after scene, all flooded into his mind.

  Tang Zhendong also knew that Yuan Xiaoqiang's family was relatively wealthy in high school. His father was the boss of a small construction company, or more accurately, a contractor. At that time, Yuan Xiaoqiang often invited Tang Zhendong to eat with him. However, meals during high school were much simpler than they are now.

  Before long, a BMW X5 screeched to a halt with a loud braking sound and stopped right next to Tang Zhendong's feet. Yuan Xiaoqiang jumped out of the car, "Hey, Dongzi, look at this!"

  Tang Zhendong took a look at Yuan Xiaoqiang's Kadeer brand outfit, his face was radiant, and he was neat and tidy from head to toe. However, no matter how good the attire was, it couldn't change those nimble single eyelid small eyes of his.

  "Xiao Qiang, haha."

  Yuan Xiaoqiang came up and gave Tang Zhendong a bear hug, "Haha, Dongge! Long time no see!"

  "Come on, let's go have a drink!" Yuan Xiaoqiang said without hesitation, directly pulling Tang Zhendong into the car. Tang Zhendong didn't decline either, as he hadn't seen his friend in a long time, and although he was already 80% drunk, this drink had to be had.

  "Big Brother Dong, why didn't you tell me when you came out?"

  "Getting out of prison isn't something to be proud of, so let's not make it public knowledge. By the way, how did you know my phone number?" Tang Zhen suddenly remembered that only Qing Ying knew his phone number.

  "This, guess?" Yuan Xiaoqiang said with a smile as he drove to the Daily News Agency, where he coincidentally ran into Yu Qingying. Through Yu Qingying's introduction, Yuan Xiaoqiang met the advertising department manager of the agency and got a discount on an ad. During dinner, Yuan Xiaoqiang asked, mentioning Tang Zhendong, and Yu Qingying knew that Yuan Xiaoqiang was a good friend of Tang Zhendong, so she gave him her phone number, which led to Yuan Xiaoqiang calling Tang Zhendong later.

  "Now business is booming, has it reached the newspaper office?" Tang Zhendong looked at Yuan Xiaoqiang with some satisfaction and asked.

  "What's going on? Now with the economic crisis, the global economy is not doing well, and the domestic real estate market is even worse, with both prices and sales plummeting. Houses are hard to sell, so they all go to the newspaper office to place ads. In the past when houses were easy to sell, there was no need for advertising at all. As soon as a new house was put on sale, half of it would be sold out immediately, leaving the other half to be sold slowly while waiting for the price to rise. But now it's not possible, and since houses are hard to sell, everyone wants to do some promotion and place an ad. With so many people wanting to place ads, it's become a chaotic situation, even paying the newspaper office to place an ad requires queuing up and trying to get in good with them. If this were three years ago, the advertising department of the newspaper would be asking us to place ads, but now the tables have turned!"

  Tang Zhendong could see that Yuan Xiaoqiang wasn't looking for him to vent his frustrations, but rather he was indeed in a difficult situation and had a lot of grievances.

  Bitter water can only be completely spat out when meeting good friends.