Chapter 48 You were all tied to the boat by me

When Wei Zhiyuan was young, he had a very focused attention span. He would ignore anything that did not interest him even if he saw it.

Take him into a shopping mall, and when he comes out, ask him what is sold there. Usually Wei Zhiyuan will have a confused expression and can't help but look back at the window before answering. If he answers very smoothly, it means that there is probably what he wants there.

At that time, Wei Qian could only use this method to judge what he liked.

Xiaoyuan is not like Xiaobao.

When Xiaobao was very young, her family was in a particularly difficult situation. Wei Qian was also young and didn't know how to control his temper. Xiaobao herself might not remember it very well, but there was indeed a period of time when she didn't dare to ask her eldest brother for things openly. But every time she saw something she liked, Xiaobao would stretch her neck as if to break and look back every three steps, reluctant to leave.

It can be seen that "not daring to ask" and "not wanting" are two completely different concepts.


Wei Zhiyuan is naturally better at controlling his desires than other children, so correspondingly, his temper seems to be milder than other children.

But Wei Qian knows that a "restrained" temperament is not one's true temperament after all. It's like the two types of people: "not caring, not angry" and "smiling and holding back anger, waiting for the right time and conditions to retaliate fiercely". Although their first reactions to things are very similar, the difference between them is like a galaxy apart.


Wei Zhiyuan is a child who is extreme, narrow-minded, frustrated, and insecure. These are nothing. The problem is that he is too smart. For a while, Wei Qian always felt that he was like a dangerous bomb ready to explode at any time. Later, the issue of sexual orientation broke out. I don’t know if it was a psychological effect on Wei Qian, but he almost felt that Wei Zhiyuan’s gloom and difficulty in communication had reached a whole new level.

In the past two years, as Wei Zhiyuan matured, the sharpness in him that made Wei Qian uneasy gradually subsided, and Wei Qian even had the illusion that his personality had changed as he grew up. But then he realized that Wei Zhiyuan had not changed, but as he became more thoughtful, he felt that others disapproved of some of his remarks and attitudes, and he deliberately hid it.


After Wei Zhiyuan said that, Wei Qian didn't react for a long time. The feeling on his neck lingered, as if Wei Zhiyuan had pressed several burning handprints on his neck, which were getting hotter and hotter.

Wei Qian has always been short of money and beatings, but not of brains. Of course, he felt something was wrong, but he instinctively didn't want to think deeply about what was wrong. He obeyed this instinct, and then became angry and looked at Wei Zhiyuan sternly: "What do you mean by this?"

Wei Zhiyuan stood up straight without saying a word. He already felt that he had spoken out of turn.

All along, the eldest brother had no intention of looking for a partner, but he was young, handsome, successful and promising. Even if he didn't seem approachable at first glance, there were still women and even men who liked him. Wei Zhiyuan always had such worries in his heart. His eldest brother was like a gem polished by time and life to a bright light, and he was not the only one with eyes.


However, hidden worries are just hidden worries after all. Who would have thought that they would be pointed out to him in person without any warning on this day.

Wei Zhiyuan is not ready yet.

When he was holding the photo of the strange girl, he clearly felt a hot current of almost hatred in his heart, which swept out almost indiscriminately, attacking Sanpang, the strange girl he had never seen before, and even his brother.

He was willing to endure so much hardship and fatigue, and whenever he couldn't bear it anymore, his elder brother was the pillar of his heart. He held on to this thing like a belief tightly, gritted his teeth and forced himself to become a better person, someone who was more worthy of the other person.


"But why won't you wait for me?" He lowered his eyes and looked at Wei Qian who was sitting on the chair, his heart filled with unspeakable grievance and pain - Wei Zhiyuan was confident that he could control the ins and outs of everything, but he could not control Wei Qian's heart.

Sometimes, if the children in front of them always have a tough attitude, parents may still think about it rationally. However, once the children avoid their gaze and show a little bit of intention to retreat, the parents are likely to become angry.

Wei Zhiyuan's silence ignited Wei Qian's anger.

"You think you're unique, don't you? You think you're a love saint, and you're amazing, don't you?" Wei Qian rarely scolded Wei Zhiyuan in this tone, and he burst out all at once, "I think you're asking for a beating!"

Wei Qian leaned sideways on the chair, his arms folded across his chest. His clothes, which had just been tidied by Wei Zhiyuan and were particularly neat, matched with his particularly "untidy" movements, showing a unique temperament that made people's hearts beat faster. When Wei Zhiyuan touched his upward gaze, the painful struggle and desire in his chest were all mixed together, turning into a powder keg that could explode at any time, and the short fuse had already produced sparks.

His throat suddenly became dry.

Wei Qian, in his rage, had no idea that his beloved brother, who seemed to be listening obediently, was silently fantasizing about him. His anxiety about the mess on the project side and his anxiety about Wei Zhiyuan's uncertain future were indistinguishably mixed together. The two were superimposed on each other and immediately grew stronger and stronger in a mutually reinforcing manner.

He vented his anger to Wei Zhiyuan without any hesitation: "What do you mean you're going crazy? I think you're already crazy! It's glorious to be crazy and stupid, right? Wei Zhiyuan, I just thought you were a little sensible, can you please not slap me back with a slap before I can praise you, huh?"


When he was angry, his eyes were particularly bright, and his facial features seemed more lively than when he was usually indifferent. Wei Zhiyuan didn't know if it was because his lover saw beauty in everything. He even felt that there were two balls of magic fire dancing in Wei Qian's eyes, making him want to throw himself into them even if he wanted to turn into ashes.

The fuse was about to burn out, and his breathing became uncontrollably heavy.

"You said you like men and can't change it. Fine, as long as you make up your mind, I'll bear with it. Do you think my indulgence will allow you to squander your life lawlessly?" Wei Qian raised his hand, pulled out an old Xinhua dictionary from the bookcase, and threw it heavily on Wei Zhiyuan, "Can you speak human language? If not, go and look it up in the dictionary and learn it!"

The dictionary hit Wei Zhiyuan right on the chest. Wei Qian hit him hard and Wei Zhiyuan almost felt like he was suffocating for a few seconds.

With a loud "boom".

The winding sparks ignited the suppressed black box in his heart. Wei Zhiyuan himself thought that it was just a cluster of fireworks that would burn out, but all he could see was a black screen, and he was totally out of mind for a moment. His heart turned into a sea of ​​fire in a place that no one else could see, and the twisted flames that stretched for a hundred thousand miles merged into every vein of his blood.

He had a heart as deep as an abyss. The first time he thought he was going to lose this person, the door to the abyss opened once and took a life. This was the second time.


Finally, there was only one voice left in Wei Zhiyuan's ears: He is mine! He is mine!

Wei Zhiyuan suddenly grabbed the armrests on both sides of Wei Qian's chair, and veins bulged horribly on his hands - that was an action that trapped Wei Qian in the chair.

His heart was beating like a rumbling drum, his pupils were dilated, and sweat was oozing out of his forehead and palms. He stared at the face, eyes, body and everything about the person he longed for.

Wei Zhiyuan himself didn't know what he would do.

At this moment, the door outside suddenly slammed loudly. Song Xiaobao's backpack, which weighed several kilograms, probably slipped off her body and hit the door. Then there was the sound of her taking out the key to open the door. The sound of the cold metal of a bunch of keys colliding broke the suffocating atmosphere between the two.

Wei Zhiyuan bit the tip of his tongue hard, his mouth full of the taste of blood, and his hands, which were supporting the armrests of the chair, were numb.

Xiaobao's loud voice rang out from outside: "Brother! I saw your shoes. When did you come back?"

Wei Zhiyuan slowly loosened his hand, and then he felt his brain was lacking oxygen and his chest was aching slightly. His face turned pale and he reached out to press the place where he was hit by the dictionary.

Wei Qian stood up and walked out. Wei Zhiyuan leaned on his desk and heard the conversation in the living room.

Wei Qian: "I just arrived. Have you eaten?"

Xiaobao complained and said coquettishly: "I don't want to eat. The teacher won't let me eat. The exam is coming soon. She also asked me to lose weight. I'm starving to death."

Wei Qian: "If we reduce the number of students, there will be no one left. Is your teacher crazy? How can you not eat all the time? You still have to go to class. Can you bear it?"

Xiao Bao laughed, the large amount of body movements in dance made her figure look slimmer, her thin arms and legs looked longer, and she looked indescribably graceful and pretty. But her voice and laughter turned her back into a silly girl with no image at all. "I can bear it. If I can pass the professional exams and do well in academic subjects, that will be fine. To be honest, doing math homework is much more painful than running on an empty stomach."

After she finished speaking, she dropped her schoolbag and rushed to Old Lady Song's room with full energy, yelling, "Grandma! Hu Hansan is back again!"

Wei Qian: "Stop jumping around, or someone may come up from downstairs to find you."

Song Xiaobao fully demonstrated with his actions what it means to be "mentally retarded children bring a lot of joy" and said crisply: "Come and find them, I'll dance the cha-cha for them, hahahahahaha!"

When she came back alone, the noise index in the whole house immediately increased exponentially, and the sound of her chatting and laughing was everywhere, talking about everything from who fell flat on their face today to which teacher shaved his eyebrows and forgot to draw them - no one knew where she got so much emotion and fun from.

Wei Qian only felt that five hundred big ducks were passing by him in a line.

He rubbed his temples and slowly let out a breath of depressed air.

Wei Zhiyuan heard the door open, turned his head and saw Wei Qian walked in.

Wei Qian closed the door and looked at Wei Zhiyuan with a complicated expression. Finally, he sighed and said, "Where did you hit it just now? Come over here and let me see."

There was a large bruise on Wei Zhiyuan's chest, with some faint bruises in the middle, which looked scary.

Wei Qian took out the ointment for bruises and injuries, bent down and applied it to him. Wei Zhiyuan, who had calmed down, suffered a torture that was both painful and pleasurable.

After applying the medicine, Wei Qian threw the ointment box into his arms and whispered, "I'm so mad at you. Go back and reflect on yourself."

Wei Zhiyuan knew that the matter was over.

For a long time afterwards, Wei Qian had no time to take care of anything else. He neither took the time to get to know the girl introduced by Sanpang, nor did he have time to worry about Wei Zhiyuan's increasingly deviant personality and his sexual orientation that could no longer be straightened out.

The pre-sale payment collection period for the project in City C has begun.

Mr. Zhang's blind confidence that came from nowhere was finally extinguished by the dismal internal sales control report, and Wei Qian's premonition came true.

Project companies usually have their own sales team. How to sell and how much are sold are all the work of the project manager, who only needs to report to both shareholders. However, this time, the legal representatives of the two major shareholders, Lao Xiong and Mr. Zhang, personally went to take charge of the sales team.

First, there was overwhelming advertising, but it was useless. The permanent population of City C was simply not that large, and it was completely unable to absorb this volume. The holiday villas themselves were also aimed at tourists from other places who came here to travel, but there were too many similar products and competitors, such as "private estates in forest parks" and "retreat sanctuaries in the mountains". The concept of recuperation proposed by Mr. Zhang, which was like a "hospice for the elderly", was not competitive at all.

Each one of them is competing with each other for splendor, and each has its own highlights, but when there are too many highlights, it becomes dazzling - the local villa market has already shown a clear buyer's market. [Note]

Come to think of it, how many rich people in China would go out for a trip and just buy a house in a nice place?

And these scoundrels each have their own family and business, so of course they can't live here permanently. It would be very "stupid" to get a property-owned hotel apartment and visit for one or two days every year. How many people would spend a lot of money to buy a villa which is isolated and inconvenient to go in and out?

The money issue is still a small matter. Isn’t it troublesome to find someone to take care of it?

Later, Lao Xiong and his colleagues also tried to conduct "discounted internal sales" among their respective old customer base, but it still ended in failure.

At this time, their previous extensive approach of picking up projects at random, without any brand characteristics or even fixed products, became apparent - there was a clear gap between the customer base of these ultra-high-end projects and the urban residential complexes and even small-scale commercial real estate they had previously worked on.

In short, few of the old customers can afford it, let alone buy it, they are too lazy to even pay attention to it.

For a period of time, they almost gave up the effort of "selling" and wanted to turn to "renting", renting it to certain tourism agencies or hotel agencies, and turning it into a villa-style resort hotel.

This proposal was unanimously approved by the shareholders of both parties. However, not to mention the financial pressure brought by renting without selling, this large villa area cannot even be rented out in its entirety.

Only a few hotel management companies expressed interest, but they proposed not to buy or rent the property, but to manage it for them. Not only would they have to bear the management fees, but they would also have to bear the risk of the villa and the hotel's profit and loss each year.

At this point, they seemed to have reached a dead end.

However, this is not the scariest thing.

You have to know that even if the land was cheap back then, the entire project would cost several hundred million yuan, most of which was borrowed.

"Leverage" is a double-edged sword in capital-intensive industries. It can ride the wind and waves, but it can also bite back. The loan is based on the repayment plan of the year. Now that there is no sales payment, where can I get the money to repay?

The loan contract does not have any strict restrictions. It stipulates that repayment can be delayed for one year under certain circumstances, but all conditions are based on the premise that the project is profitable and that delaying repayment can bring expected and greater benefits. None of them meets any of the requirements.

As winter approaches, the repayment deadline is imminent.

It's getting colder day by day, and the hundreds of millions of dollars in debt are like the sword of Damocles hanging over our heads, becoming more and more shaky day by day.

Only two villas were sold, one of which was bought by Lao Xiong himself.

In early December, Lao Xiong came back, and the people at the headquarters almost couldn't recognize him. The bighead carp with slit eyes seemed to have undergone liposuction. His face shape and contours were revealed, and his loose skin made him look ten years older.

The entire headquarters is managed by Wei Qian and Sanpang. They visit debtors busily every day, struggling to find room for a turnaround in the matter.

Wei Qian knocked on the door of Lao Xiong's office, his eyebrows almost twisted into a deep groove: "Xiong..."

Old Bear raised his hand to stop him from speaking.

He avoided Wei Qian's gaze and said in a weak voice, "Pour me a glass of water first."

Wei Qian took a deep breath, silently poured a glass of cold water, placed it in front of him with a "clang", sat directly on Lao Xiong's desk, and said unhappily: "Drink it, you will choke to death."

The old bear did not respond. He drank the water in one gulp and wiped his mouth. “Gather everyone and hold an emergency meeting.”

Wei Qian went out angrily.

Ten minutes later, everyone in the headquarters, including managers and ordinary employees, gathered in the conference room. Lao Xiong sat down in the position of executive director that had been vacant for more than half a year. He was as silent as a mute clock, staring at his hands in a daze.

The conference room was in complete silence, as everyone was waiting for this spiritual and practical leader to give an explanation for the current predicament.

After a few unbearable minutes, Lao Xiong finally spoke: "I pushed forward this project despite all objections. This situation is also caused by me. I take full responsibility."

Wei Qian felt that this rhythm was not right. Just as he was about to speak, Lao Xiong seemed to sense something and raised his head to interrupt him: "Boss Wei, if you have any opinions, please wait until I announce this decision first."

Wei Qian leaned back in his chair, turned the pen in his hand around, and looked at Sanpang, thinking that this matter might go wrong.

Sure enough, Lao Xiong continued, "Now, regarding this matter, I propose two solutions. I hope everyone - and the relevant decision-makers - will listen and make a decision."

He took a deep breath and stood up.

"First, from now on, I will bear all the responsibilities. I will purchase your shares at a reasonable price. If the company eventually goes bankrupt and the limited liability holders walk away, and the unlimited liability holders are forced to bear joint and several liability, I will send you an agreement and you can all seek compensation from me. Within ten working days, you can start to resign if you are willing."

As soon as Lao Xiong finished speaking, people underground began to whisper.

Finally, the fat man couldn't help but speak up: "Alright, alright, everyone be quiet - Brother Xiong, what's your bad idea? You cut off your retreat before you go bankrupt? Don't other people have any responsibility? I think I have the responsibility. If we had all been determined not to agree, would you have been able to push forward your project proposal?"

The old bear smiled bleakly and said softly, "I tied you all onto the boat."

Wei Qian: "Come on, stop talking nonsense and tell me something useful, something that happened before bankruptcy."

Lao Xiong looked at him deeply and held up the executive director sign on his desk: "Plan 2 is that I will give up my position and from now on, I will not have any say in the company's decisions. I will only be responsible for taking the final responsibility, and President Wei will take over as the executive director."

Everyone's eyes were focused on Wei Qian, and the corners of Wei Qian's eyes started twitching.

Lao Xiong turned to him quietly: "Mr. Wei, you can express your opinion now."

The author has something to say: [Note] Buyer's market: In short, there are fewer buyers and more sellers, supply exceeds demand, and the market is dominated by buyers.

Leverage: Financial leverage can leverage a large project with a small amount of capital. In simple terms, it means borrowing a lot of money. If it is profitable, a small amount of capital can gain huge returns, but losses are the same. Leverage will multiply investors' gains and losses.

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