Chapter 440: Act According to My Eye Signals

Seven or eight young people, radiant and glowing, were full of laughter.

Knowing they were Lin Sicheng's classmates, the cousins did not neglect them; a cousin and Chen Wenchang walked over, preparing to lead them to the banquet hall. He Zonghua, dressed the most sharply in an administrative jacket, waved his hand, signaling to go over later. Then, not knowing what Jia Chun had said, he glanced toward Lin Sicheng's side.

"Cheng-wa, your popularity is quite high, isn't it?" Gu Ming gloated, "No matter who comes, they all want to spar with you!"

Lin Sicheng sighed: Isn't that a waste of breath?

At an age full of vigor and in the prime of life, having just entered society, one rides far ahead of the pack and stands alone at the top; who wouldn't be full of ambition and ready to conquer the world?

Suddenly encountering a classmate who was once high and mighty, cold and aloof, only to find that he had faded into the crowd and lost his luster, one couldn't help but think: So, you weren't as strong as I imagined?

So, I wasn't as bad as I imagined either?

Think about it again: at the age of twenty-something, how much worldly wisdom can one have?

Suddenly, being several levels above one's peers—and this superiority likely lasting a lifetime—who could resist showing off, who could resist flaunting their sense of superiority?

Not to mention, Lin Sicheng's personality used to be so arrogant, and his relationship with them wasn't exactly great...

In a flash, those few walked over this way. Gu Ming shook his head and sighed: "Again? It's lucky it's you; if it were me, I would have greeted their parents long ago..."

Lin Sicheng didn't speak, just glanced at him, his expression slightly strange.

But as brothers of over ten years, their tacit understanding was no joke; Gu Ming knew at a glance what Lin Sicheng's look meant: Idiot.

He threw a punch, and Lin Sicheng waved it away: "Moron, learn something."

"Learn what?"

"Learn to read people!"

Gu Ming paused, thoughtful: Huh, you don't say?

It is said that true feelings are revealed in times of adversity; the more such moments occur, the clearer it becomes whether this person is worth deep friendship.

Just wondering why this bastard wasn't angry at all, and was even too lazy to explain?

Secretly changing his mind, Gu Ming nodded honestly: "Next time someone asks me why I'm not a doctor anymore, I'll say: I was fired by the hospital, couldn't help it, had to follow my dad and be an auxiliary policeman..."

Lin Sicheng looked gratified: "Good boy!"

"Good boy your grandfather..." Gu Ming cursed, starting to roll up his sleeves again.

Just as they were messing around, those few came over in a swarm, their formation quite interesting: He Zonghua in the lead, He Yunzhi half a step behind, and Luo Shengyuan another half step behind.

Then came Ning Hui, that classmate from the Fourth Hospital, and Jia Chun, looking just like an inspection team paying a visit.

Looking at the black jacket and white shirt underneath on He Zonghua, Gu Ming really wanted to ask: Do you dare to dress like this at your unit? In a flash, they had arrived. He Zonghua smiled: "Great Scholar Lin, Third Place Lin, long time no see, doing well now?" "Great Scholar" was Lin Sicheng's nickname in high school because he was truly talented back then, with essays often appearing in newspapers and winning math competition awards frequently. "Third Place" referred to Lin Sicheng ranking third in the entire school during the college entrance exam.

But these two terms were bitten off hard, with long pauses, carrying a bit of mockery and a hint of ridicule.

To translate: So what if you're talented, so what if you tested well; aren't you still worse off than me now?

Lin Sicheng sighed.

At first thought, it felt so childish, even a bit laughable: Someone like this can get into the Municipal Government Office?

But thinking again, it felt natural: Who isn't a two-faced person?

At twenty-something, how much worldly wisdom can one have?

Even if they do, it's just feigned depth, like the Handan crawl.

And it just so happens that, at the moment of one's own greatest hubris, meeting the rival who once made one most jealous and envious—who could resist? Lin Sicheng's expression was indifferent: "Not bad!"

"Is that so?" He Zonghua adjusted his non-prescription glasses, "I heard you're looking for a job, need any help?"

"Thanks, no need."

"Lin Sicheng, you don't have to be polite! After all, we were classmates; if we can help, we certainly will." A flash of sharp light passed through Luo Shengyuan's eyes, "It's also good luck, I tested into the Cultural Relics Bureau, which happens to match your major..."

Lin Sicheng sneered inwardly: Sure enough, this son of a bitch has already started calculating?

In his previous life, he said this line a bit later. It was roughly the same scene, and it was exactly when he was most confused, not knowing how to choose.

Luo Shengyuan could be said to be providing charcoal in the snow, right on time...

Just as he was thinking about how to give a little bait to get him hooked, a hearty laugh came from behind: "Oh, you guys came so early?"

Following the voice, a sturdy figure entered his view: dark skin, a crew cut, slightly sunken eye sockets, and a slightly hooked nose.

Seeing Lin Sicheng, this person exchanged a look with Luo Shengyuan.

Lin Sicheng's pupils constricted: Enemies are bound to meet on a narrow road?

In the scheme of his previous life, Luo Shengyuan could only be considered the strategist, while this person was the mastermind.

It wasn't until several years later that Lin Sicheng found out a little: it wasn't just Luo Shengyuan who framed him, but also this Xu Boqing, who had sat in the desk behind him for a year.

Checking further, he was shocked: he never knew that Xu Boqing's father and second uncle were a Fold-man and a Second-passer in the Shaanbei Grave Robbing trade. These two terms were Jianghu Cut Mouth; to translate: "Fold" means to inquire about news and pull strings, "Second-pass" means to transport and launder money.

Strictly speaking, they were Miao Taiyue's gloves. Specifically, the "North Mountain" in "South Young Master, North Mountain, Guanzhong Yang San."

Because they saw the situation quickly, Miao Taiyue fled abroad, the clues were mostly broken, and the Fold-man and Second-passer were relatively hidden, so the police never investigated this link.

Last year, when he took down Yu Dahai's lackeys, Lin Sicheng had considered it, but there were too few clues, and he was afraid of alerting the enemy, so he could only inquire slowly. A year later, the clues were still insufficient. But since they had bumped into each other, he had to do something.

It is said that not to return a favor is impolite: these two bastards had already started plotting how to take his life, so was he just supposed to wait?

While pondering, Xu Boqing greeted everyone in a circle. Others shook hands, like He Zonghua and Luo Shengyuan.

But when it came to Lin Sicheng, he hugged him, patted Lin Sicheng's shoulder hard, his tone unspeakably sincere: "What's so good about that broken archaeology? Better change professions early..."

"If you want to work and eat from the public pot, I can't help with that. But if you have any ideas, want to start some business, come find me, I'll put up the capital: if it fails, it's on me; if it makes money, we split it fifty-fifty..."

Lin Sicheng hadn't reacted yet, but Gu Ming was actually moved: those other bastards were either mocking or joking, only this one, although the suspicion of bragging was high, at least said something human.

The few people nearby had strange expressions: because they couldn't tell for a moment whether Xu Boqing was speaking from the heart or just using polite social phrases. Combining this with the current occasion and the people present, it was very likely the latter: because in high school, Xu Boqing's relationship with Lin Sicheng was indeed good.

And his personality was indeed very forthright; the key was that his family was truly quite wealthy...

Lin Sicheng's face finally had some expression, and he smiled slightly: "Good!"

He pointed inside: "It's cold at the door, don't stand here, let's sit inside."

"Right, sit inside!"

Xu Boqing nodded, putting his arm around Lin Sicheng's shoulder as they walked in. After taking only a few steps, they happened to bump into Lin Chengzhi; he stopped and bowed slightly: "Hello, Uncle!"

The two were front-and-back desk mates, and Lin Chengzhi had a deep impression of him. He smiled and nodded: "Boqing, it's been several years. I heard you went to join the army?" Xu Boqing replied respectfully: "Yes, Uncle, I just returned after being demobilized!"

"Come over to the house to hang out when you have time!"

"Alright, Uncle!"

After saying a few words, Lin Chengzhi directed the two brothers: "Gu Ming, you take the classmates over... Lin Sicheng, you come with me..."

Gu Ming nodded and led the way in front. As the group passed by, they stared at Lin Chengzhi's back for a few glances.

After walking several steps, He Zonghua lowered his voice: "That's Lin Sicheng's father, right? I remember him being at the Funeral Home?"

"Right!" Jia Chun nodded, "The one who burns the dead."

He Yunzhi lowered her eyelids: "Back when we were in high school, Uncle Lin was already there. I heard Lin Sicheng's grandfather kept trying to pull strings, but he was never able to get him transferred out."

"Oh, doesn't that just mean he was exiled to the frontier?" Ning Hui was startled, "Did he offend someone?"

He Yunzhi hesitated for a moment and gave a slight nod.

The group was stunned in unison, all wearing expressions of "so that's how it is."

Suddenly, Luo Shengyuan chuckled: "A phoenix that has lost its feathers is worse than a chicken!"

No one spoke, but they all had similar expressions: As proud as Lin Sicheng is, he actually has such a down-and-out moment?

Gu Ming walked at the very front, a good seven or eight steps away; they assumed Gu Ming couldn't hear.

But Gu Ming's ears were sharp as a thief's, catching almost every word without error. At first, he just treated it as Wind. But these bastards kept talking more and more excessively, getting more and more excited, and Gu Ming truly couldn't stand it anymore.

He was just about to lose his temper, but he inadvertently saw Xu Boqing's brow furrow slightly, and he subconsciously paused.

You also think these bastards are going too far, right?

In a flash, he sighed secretly: Just now when they ran into Lin Sicheng's dad, only this one was respectful, while those others couldn't even be bothered to nod?

Lin Sicheng really wasn't wrong: Only at times like this can you see clearly whether a person is worth deep friendship.

In a flash, he brought them to the banquet hall and arranged for a waiter to pour tea.

Behind him, the discussion started up again, the topic still being Lin Sicheng, and even more explicit and blunt.

Jia Chun was the main force, Ning Hui ranked second; these two were the most energetic.

He Zonghua would occasionally interject a few words, though not as directly, mostly using sarcasm.

He Yunzhi was more subtle; listening to her, it sounded like nothing, but in reality, it was full of "green tea" flavor.

Luo Shengyuan originally wanted to join in too, but after being glared at by Xu Boqing a few times, he finally realized.

So, this one is the real sly old fox...

Gu Ming left after delivering them, but he deliberately slowed his pace; although he couldn't see them, he could hear them.

After listening for a few sentences, he sneered inwardly: Damn it, there will be a time when you regret this...

Just as he was gritting his teeth, Lin Chengzhi stood at the reception desk and waved at him: "Mingwa, come here!"

Gu Ming trotted over eagerly: "Godfather!"

"You have a dark-colored suit, right?"

Gu Ming nodded: "I do."

And it was a newly bought designer brand: bought just this summer when Li Xinfang took him to attend her little sister's wedding.

Swiped Li Xinfang's card, a full eight thousand yuan...

"If you have it, hurry up and change, then go straight to the bride's house after you're done!"

Gu Ming was stunned: "Huh?"

"Huh what? Two of the Best Men found by Pingwa rode their motorcycles into a ditch. Although they aren't seriously hurt, they definitely can't go. There's no time to find people last minute, you two brothers will fill in..."

Brothers?

Gu Ming looked at the helpless-looking Lin Sicheng: "Chengwa is going too?"

"No duh!"

"No... Godfather, I've never done this before..."

"It's asking you to be a Best Man, not a groom. If you don't know how to do it, can't you just stand there?" Lin Chengzhi glared at him, "Just plant yourself there like a wooden post, leave the rest to Lin Sicheng..."

But Lin Sicheng hasn't done this before either, right?

Gu Ming was a bit confused, "Wouldn't it be fine if two people just didn't go?"

"Everything was set in advance, it really won't work... The gift is a double gift, the people must be an even number: the bride's side invited six bridesmaids, what does it mean if you only go with four Best Men?"

The custom is just like that; those with smaller minds might even think: Are you hoping my daughter becomes a widow?

Lin Chengzhi kicked him, "Stop yapping, hurry up and change!"

"Oh, oh..." Gu Ming turned to leave, but before he had gone two steps, he stopped again, "Chengwa, aren't you changing?"

"My clothes are at school, it's only three stops away, I've already made the call to have someone bring them over..."

"Hey, that's right!" Gu Ming slapped his forehead: His clothes were with Li Xinfang, wouldn't it be fine to just have her bring them over?

And it would be faster...

Watching his eyes darting around, looking like a thief as he went to make the call, Lin Chengzhi sighed: The one with the dull personality is actually the one who caught on first?

While pondering, someone called him, and Lin Chengzhi gave a few instructions and left in a hurry.

After finishing the call, Gu Ming looked distressed: "Chengwa, isn't Godfather just forcing us to do this?"

Lin Sicheng found it strange: Since when was Gu Ming's skin so thin?

"It's just being a Best Man, it's making you this worried?"

"You don't know!" Gu Ming sighed, "Those sisters of Hu Jia have a lot of grievances against Lin Siping and have prepared quite a few programs... That's why when Lin Siping asked me before, I didn't agree..."

Lin Sicheng was stunned: "What?"

"It means that today's bridesmaids, and even the bride's relatives, will gang up to mess with Lin Siping. And nine times out of ten, it's with the tacit approval of his father-in-law and mother-in-law... Chengwa, can you imagine that scene?"

Gu Ming was exceptionally hesitant, "We can't just go there and really just stand by and watch, right?"

Lin Sicheng was a bit bewildered: How could they just watch?

But before this, he truly hadn't thought of that.

Thinking about it again, he felt it was only natural: not only did he easily coax the young lady into his hands, but he also cooked the raw rice into porridge and got the young lady pregnant; from the Hu family's perspective, this was a disgrace that reached all the way to his grandmother's house.

If he were a relative of the bride, he would definitely have to mess with Lin Siping today.

But since he had already promised, could he really not go?

Besides, he had already braved mountains of blades and seas of fire, so why fear this little scene?

"Don't panic!" Lin Sicheng said with calm composure, "After we go, act according to my signals..."

Seeing Lin Sicheng so confident, Gu Ming suddenly felt emboldened...