Seven of my nemesis want to marry me after bankruptcy

Chapter 54

Wei Kesong stared at the convenience store with a gloomy face, and the security guard of the apartment looked at him vigilantly.

The security guard vigilantly took the explosion-proof baton and went up to guard Ke Song's side. He looked sideways and said in surprise, "Hey, it's you, Xiao Wei!"

The security guard put the anti-riot stick back on his waist, and said, "Hey, I said in the early morning, who is sneaking around here, are you here to work today? I haven't seen you for a long time."

When Wei Kesong was working here before, the security guard of the opposite apartment would sometimes come over to buy cigarettes, and he was familiar with him, and now he is not surprised to see him appearing here in the early morning. Lack of money and spending money is a bit extravagant.

Wei Kesong often works in the early hours of the morning, because the hourly wages of convenience stores are the highest at this time.

Wei Kesong worked the most tiring time, lived in the cheapest rental house, and the security guards noticed several times when he ate dinner. It was all off-shelf bento that was not in the convenience store that day. Wei Kesong hid behind the cabinet and ate a few bites before finishing the job .

The word "lack of money" was written on Wei Kesong's face, but to be honest, the security guard looked down on Wei Kesong, a wage earner.

The security guard glanced at the pair of shoes on Wei Kesong's feet carelessly, and then looked at Wei Kesong's not-so-cheap-looking brand-name label, thinking that this young man's vanity of wearing A-style goods is still okay. Change.

The security guard sneered inwardly. If you are poor, you have to look like you are poor. Why are you pretending to be so forceful? If you work in a convenience store and still have money to wear AJs and LVs, don’t you feel ashamed to wear such obvious fakes?

The security guard took the cigarette from his ear and handed it to Wei Kesong: "Are you going to work later? One to refresh yourself?"

Wei Kesong said: "No, thank you, I don't have the habit of smoking."

The security guard looked up at Wei Kesong again, smashed the cigarette in his mouth a little tastelessly, and didn't light it.

He just can't get used to Wei Kesong, who just came out to work with a pretty face, what kind of pretense is he pretending, how many men live in this crappy place who don't smoke, drink or gamble?

There are quite a few people who suck white powder, but Wei Kesong pretends to be a high-end society person, and every time he is asked to drink, smoke, gamble, he looks like a dog [I don’t touch this kind of thing, just play with it] .

Everyone came out to hang out at the bottom of the society, and he was the only one who got out of the mud without getting dirty, and he didn't pick up Wei Kesong's cigarettes a few times, and didn't give him any face at all, Uncle Wang, the security guard, felt a little unhappy.

Uncle Wang, the security guard, became a little bit weird when he opened his mouth again: "What's the matter, after going out and wearing a good suit, I don't like your Uncle Wang's cigarettes anymore? I don't even need to hand them to you personally, can I light the fire for you?"

Wei Kesong called Wei Jinglin, but the other party didn't answer.

Wei Kesong was a little anxious to get angry, and now he was sending a text message with his head down to see if the other party would reply, when he was suddenly slapped by the security guard, he didn't react.

Wei Kesong was at a loss: "Ah, you can light the fire yourself, you don't need to light it for me, I don't smoke."

Seeing Wei Kesong's arrogance that he didn't even bother to put up with, the security guard finally became angry.

Uncle Wang sneered coldly: "Okay, Xiaowei, I'm so busy now that I don't even want to talk to you Uncle Wang. What are you busy with recently? Are you busy signing hundreds of thousands of big projects?"

Uncle Wang pursed his lips and smiled: "Did you see the apartment behind your Uncle Wang? It's full of big bosses with a seven-figure annual salary. They still have to say hello to your Uncle Wang when they come in and out. I haven't seen you busier than you, and you didn't even talk to me."

Uncle Wang's tone became more and more sarcasm: "You are a part-time worker, and you are not too young to be airy."

Recently, Wei Kesong actually signed the 70 yuan project of "Seven Days of Love": "..."

Even if Wei Kesong was a fool, he could tell that this person was mocking him, and he was not short-tempered, so he got angry all of a sudden.

He didn't have much contact with this Uncle Wang, and Wei Kesong also lived in a simple way after he came here and didn't deal with people very much.

Wei Kesong was not familiar with this security guard surnamed Wang at all.

But every time this Uncle Wang has to make some inexplicable befriending with him, and then pull him to play cards, smoke, drink, and even a few times he saw Uncle Wang coaxing people to try some "soft drugs//////products" .

Originally, the place where Wei Kesong lived was full of good and bad people, it was not safe, and he couldn't easily walk in with others.This Uncle Wang always dragged him to attend social gatherings that Wei Kesong felt was unnecessary.

Yes, it's the kind of party where a group of people with colorfully dyed hair and unknown identities gather to gamble and smoke.

If he refused, Uncle Wang would say that Wei Kesong didn't give him face, and he would try to persuade him with earnestness.

It is said that young people like them who have no money in their hands should come out more to see the world, have more friends and more paths, and maybe at some point they will meet a noble person who will take you to heaven and make a fortune.

Wei Kesong thought to himself, in the eyes of countless people, I was a top-notch nobleman who made people rich, and he would never appear in this kind of smoky place where people smoke, drink, drink, and even go whoring, okay?

Wei Kesong has long been annoyed by Uncle Wang's virtuous behavior.

But he had just gone bankrupt at that time, and Uncle Wang could be regarded as a local tyrant in this place, even if he annoyed Wei Kesong to the point that he couldn't bear it, he managed to remain calm and didn't turn back.

But who is he, Wei Kesong, as long as he has a certain background, he will be forced to be very arrogant.

No one has ever given him anger, what Wei Shao received, it was him, Wei Shao who was mad at others.

The main reason is that he has also moved out of this area now, and he is not afraid of offending Uncle Wang, a local ruffian.

Wei Kesong thought to himself that the dormitory where he lives in Feng Tu's studio is at least the studio of a big movie star, among other things, the level of security must be much better than that of Uncle Wang, whose body was hollowed out by alcohol and tobacco. .

Uncle Wang was still nagging: "If you enter the society like this, if you meet the big brother who takes you and doesn't respect you, you will suffer..."

After Wei Kesong figured it out, he began to reveal his true nature as a young master. With a smile on his face, he hugged his chest, raised his eyebrows and said, "Uncle Wang, you have persuaded me so much, and I also want to persuade you a word."

Uncle Wang was taken aback, and said, "Are you persuading me?"

Wei Kesong lifted his eyelids, and looked at Uncle Wang from shoe to toe rather awkwardly, and said with a sneer: "Uncle Wang, do you know why you have been here for so long, and you can only be a security guard here? The chief security officer can't get in? Do you know why you don't have money to live in the apartment behind you?"

Uncle Wang's expression was a bit ugly: "Xiaowei looks down on us as security guards?!"

Wei Kesong didn't care about the exasperated personal attacks at all, and continued Shi Shiran with a smile: "Uncle Wang, let me tell you why you can't live in."

Wei Kesong's playful face suddenly turned cold: "Because a rotten man is mangy and a dog deserves to live in a man's house?"

He raised his eyebrows: "You smoke, drink, whore and have all kinds of poisons, and you can't see other people being cleaner than you. When you see a young man who is doing well and can move out of this crappy place, you drag him to gamble. You must You will only be reconciled if you make others lose worse than you."

Wei Kesong sneered: "Using the cover of the old society to bluff these progressive and honest people, Uncle Wang, let me tell you, I have only seen two kinds of fates for people like you."

Wei Kesong's contemptuous eyes pierced the cigarette next to Uncle Wang's ear like a thorn: "One is to rot into the mud, so rotten that you can't get up anymore; Leaving this harsh environment, I huddled here alone and went crazy with envy."

Uncle Wang was severely poked on his sore foot, he stared at Wei Kesong with dark eyes, his hand was already on the anti-riot stick around his waist.

Uncle Wang gritted his teeth and said: "If I can't live in, can you live in?! They are all from the society, you are a working bum, why are you arrogant in front of me?!"

After he finished speaking, he saw the scornful smile on Wei Kesong's face that hadn't changed at all, Uncle Wang's eyes were red, and he pulled out the riot stick from his waist.

Uncle Wang's veins swelled and he roared angrily, "I told you to look down on me! I beat you to death with a stick, you bastard—"

The anti-riot stick stopped [-] centimeters away from Wei Kesong's forehead, and Uncle Wang's black anti-riot stick was controlled by a pair of slender and powerful hands protruding from behind.

Uncle Wang, a big guard who has been doing physical work all year round, took an angry blow to the head, but was easily controlled by his well-maintained hands.

Uncle Wang lashed hard twice, and the anti-riot stick was clenched so tightly that he couldn't move. He turned his head angrily, and his expression changed suddenly.

Uncle Wang let go of the riot stick, and looked at Wei Jinglin with emotionless eyes.

Wei Jinglin's tone was still very calm: "What were you doing just now?"

Uncle Wang was trembling in his heart. He has been in this apartment for a long time, and he has colored glasses to see people. In his eyes, it is also very different.

Some people drive BMWs and Mercedes-Benz and live on the outskirts of the street. Uncle Wang looks down on such people. They belong to the bottom of the food chain in the entire apartment.

Uncle Wang's attitude is different when he drives a Bugatti Veyron and lives near the inner garden. The status and income of these people are obviously higher than the above.

Every time he meets this kind of person, Uncle Wang can't wait to go up to him and laugh his face to death. The nobleman he has dreamed of is in there, whoever appreciates him a little bit, will he soon become a success?

As for Mr. Wei in front of him, Uncle Wang didn't dare to move forward.

This Mr. Wei moved here three months ago. It was said that he had been offered the best top floor of the central building, but he refused for some reason and chose a street-facing floor close to the small slum street over there.

And before Mr. Wei moved in, the entire security system was seriously replaced and inspected.

Uncle Wang watched in horror as several bums among his colleagues were replaced, even he was almost replaced.