Abyss of ignorance

Chapter 87
Chen Shi was indeed drunk, and he didn't remember Jiang Wanchao's cold eyes on the other side in his confusion. There was a stinging chill in the world of fireworks.

"If you trust me, I can help you take care of those emails and itineraries. After all, I also came from the School of Pharmacy." Jiang Wanchao took the initiative. At this moment, he completely let go of his self-esteem on the same level as Chen Shiping. Become Chen Shi's assistant and complete the matter that Fat Yu told him.

He still has to put down his figure and become Fat Yu's subordinate to get close to the mysterious benefactor behind him.

Jiang Wanchao has never believed in the so-called afterlife. He is not young anymore, and if he doesn't try again, this life will end in such a slump. On this road of life, at this moment, he has become a desperado.

As for Chen Shi, he embraced him with open arms, and accepted his "kindness" without hesitation: "Ah Chao, you must have owed me a lot in your previous life, and I am not drunk for making you a friend like me. Yes, my bad temper is really not liked by anyone except Jun and you."

Jiang Wanchao didn't answer, and silently led him out of the barbecue shop, and walked towards the faculty dormitory, step by step, disappearing into the darkness.

In auspicious days, the public announcement of the renovation plan for the old house is over, and everyone is busy packing their luggage and preparing to evacuate temporarily.

Only Fat Yu still looks like he is doing nothing. To him, the things at home are just rubbish.

Jiang Wanchao wandered around the dim old house, looking left and right, and there was nothing he needed to take away—he was not a nostalgic person, everything in the old house was a testament to his mediocre life, and he didn't need it.

"Chen Shi's first draft of the thesis to be published." Jiang Wanchao appeared in front of Fat Yu holding a file bag.

Fat Yu grinned and reached for it. After opening it, there was only a piece of paper inside.

After pulling it out, there was only half a page of content on it, an incomprehensible title, and an incomprehensible abstract given his level of education.

Fat Yu stared at his big and lifeless eyes: "That's it?"

"That's it." Jiang Wanchao was confident, "You show this to your benefactor."

Fat Yu was skeptical, put away the paper, and then stretched out his hand, pointing to the gold watch in Jiang Wanchao's hand: "I have to return this thing to me."

Jiang Wanchao didn't listen to him: "I'm a successful businessman at Chen Shi's place, and I can't do anything that would make him suspicious. I wore this watch when I first met him, and it suddenly disappeared, right?"

Fat Yu glanced at him sullenly, showed a disdainful smile, said nothing, and walked away resentfully with the file bag.

Jiang Wanchao watched the clumsy back of Fat Yu leaving, and touched the gold watch on his left wrist for the first time. He had no intention of returning it to Fat Yu, he wanted to get what he wanted bit by bit.

This half-sheet paper is his pathfinding stone, and the truth of Fat Yu's words will soon be revealed.

The news came quickly, and Fat Yu found him when it was dark.

"My benefactor wants to see you." Fat Yu said, looking at Jiang Wanchao with an expression of dissatisfaction, because he realized later that Jiang Wanchao's intention to give him half of the report was to put it in the middle of him. Hu!He was careless for a while, it was too late now, but the unhappiness of being "jumped" was already written all over his face.

But Jiang Wanchao didn't care, and even liked to hear about it. What he cared more about was that he was ready to meet the mysterious benefactor.

The meeting place was surprisingly close to Jixiangli.

It was a medical clinic opened in Jixiangli at some unknown time. It was late at night, the red lantern at the entrance was extinguished, and the wooden door with a copper lock was tightly closed.

Fat Yu led Jiang Wanchao through the bluestone path he was familiar with, and walked around to the back door of the medical hall. Next to a banana tree, an inconspicuous side door opened quietly.

Jiang Wanchao was very nervous, the more he longed for something, the more exciting he was.

These old buildings with a history of hundreds of years, at night, in the dead silence, there is always someone peeping in the invisible corner.

Entering through the back door is the steep and narrow wooden staircase Jiang Wanchao is familiar with, which can only accommodate one person.

Fat Fish's huge body stepped on it, and the board made a creaking sound, always feeling that it would fall apart in the next moment.

Jiang Wanchao followed behind him, unable to see clearly the situation in front of him, he could only faintly see the dim light coming through the gaps between his fat limbs.

The lights on the second floor were on, the kind of ancient incandescent lamps with low wattage.

This looks like the administrative area of ​​the medical center. The words finance and logistics are pasted on the door. The doors of these rooms are closed, and they are all off work.

Along the narrow corridor, empty rooms passed one after another, and the fat fish didn't go in. Jiang Wanchao's hanging heart became more and more disturbed, not knowing who he was about to face.

Finally, at the corner, in front of an unremarkable small door, Fat Yu stopped, and he stretched out his stubby fingers to knock on the door.

The door opened, and a man who was about the same age as Jiang Wanchao opened the door. He was wearing a half-worn suit, tall, slightly fat in middle age, with fine brown spots on his long face. It's too low, you need to bend over to poke your head out.

This cramped meeting has nothing to do with the "big scene" Jiang Wanchao imagined.

"Come in, come in!" The man greeted politely.

The space inside is even smaller, with only room for a table and a sofa for two on the opposite side.

"Please sit down, please sit down!" The man was very polite, and in the tight space, he found a kettle and poured Jiang Wanchao a glass of water.

Jiang Wanchao cast a skeptical look at Fat Yu, as if to say, this is your so-called money master?

But Fat Yu had a greasy smile on his face, and greeted the person in front of him familiarly: "I brought it to you."

But that person didn't seem to be that enthusiastic about Fat Yu, he just waved his hand and let him go out as if to dismiss him.

Fat Yu wasn't even angry, and retreated tactfully.

The door closed beside Jiang Wanchao.

At this time, in the small room, under the dim light, only Jiang Wanchao and that person were left.

The man sat on the old chair, leaned back lazily on it, put his thumbs together on his stomach, and looked at Jiang Wanchao comfortably: "Look what I call you, Mr. Jiang is still brother Chao. ?”

"Don't dare, you can call me Wanchao." Jiang Wanchao said respectfully.

The man looked at Jiang Wanchao's stiff look, and suddenly smiled.

For some reason, Jiang Wanchao felt offended by his smile.

Immediately, the man explained the reason for his laughter: "Wan Chao, it seems that Fat Yu didn't explain clearly to you..."

(End of this chapter)