48 Hours a Day

Food alleys near schools are lively every night, after all, eating is the theme of humanity forever.

Zhang Heng chose a good baked fish shop, and the business was naturally hot. Every night there was a long queue outside the door. When Han Lu stopped, Zhang Heng went to pick up the number from Miss Yingbin, but didn't know, there were actually more than 30 people at the front.

“Want another one?” Zhang Heng asked Han Lu.

“No, that's it," said Han Lu, "I'm not in a hurry anyway. ”

Unfortunately, people in the venture circle can't hear this, otherwise they will probably stare out their eyes, it's hard to imagine Han Lu hanging “My time is precious, let's be brief, don't be blind" on his mouth can say it anyway, I don't rush to say this.

But Han Lu has always been like this, she is convinced that the value of all things can be quantified, for her work is never done, so every morning when she opens her eyes, she will sort everything on hand according to importance and allocate time according to the size of the value.

In other words, there was only one possibility when she was willing to sit and wait outside the door of a small restaurant, which was that she thought it would be valuable for her to wait.

“I haven't been to school in a long time, and I feel like I'm a lot younger once in a while, and I remember a lot about my childhood.” Han Lu said, but in fact, she forgot the name of the class leader at the time, and she didn't care about the death and survival of other old classmates. Besides meeting Zhang while studying abroad, she had nothing else to talk about.

At Han Lu's level, making more or less friends will have some utility, more is the exchange of interests, cooperation and win-win cooperation, of course some of them also have friendship ingredients, just not so pure.

However, Han Lu will not complain about herself like some of the little girls in the emotional drama. She is well aware that this is a fair world, and that there is much more to be gained for her than lost, so there is nothing to complain about.

Of course, she'd be happier if she could get more.

Han Lu took out his cell phone and said to Zhang Hengdao, “Come closer, let's take a picture, I'll prove to your mother that I didn't fail her entrustment. ”

Zhang Heng had to lean towards Hanlu again. Shit.

Women of all ages and professions have proven to be knowledgeable about selfies, and Han Lu quickly found a suitable angle to rate her most perfect side face in the photos.

But the next moment, her phone received a text message.

The text message came from a strange number, but the beginning is “President Han, supplementary information on the last item...”

Han Lu handily opened the text, but there was nothing behind it. There was only one photograph that looked a little strange. The light on the photograph was dark, there was a shadow of a human figure in the dark, and there seemed to be a pair of black wings behind it.

Zhang Heng moved quickly around her, and the first time she saw the photo, she reached out and blocked the screen, but it was still half a beat late.

“What the hell?” Han Lu frowned, "a prank? ”

“What time did you sleep last night?” Zhang Heng sank his voice.

Han Lu had some surprises. For the first time, she had seen Zhang Heng so serious. Zhang Heng had previously given her the impression that she was stable and mature beyond her age.

But Han Lu was honest, “I usually go to bed before 12: 00 pm, but a pharmaceutical company I invest in is going to do Round A financing next week, but the valuation hasn't come together. Last night I took a little extra shift, about 2: 00 am, if I wake up, it's still 7: 00, why ask? ”

“'Cause I'm afraid you won't be able to close your eyes for a while.” Zhang Hengdao.

“Hmm?” Han Lu raised his eyebrows, obviously not understanding Zhang Heng's meaning.

“It's a little complicated to explain. ”

“It's okay, we have a lot of time now anyway. ”

Zhang Heng pulled a lens out of his pocket and handed it to Han Lu, "Put it in front of you. ”

Han Lu's expression was a bit strange, Shanghai floated for so many years, she had seen any kind of routine, met many men, exhausted the means to get her fondness, so her first reaction to this kind of thing was Zhang Heng to do the routine for her.

That strange photo may be related to the latter. Although Han Lu has a fondness for Zhang Heng, it doesn't mean that she doesn't have a brain when she's with each other.

Han Lu had always believed that the perfect man had a day to show his tail, but it was undeniable that she did enjoy the process now, even if she imagined that she wanted to be able to hold on a little longer and not end the game so quickly.

However, when Han Lu placed the lens in front of her eyes as Zhang Heng said, she was completely shocked by the sight in front of her.

“What kind of black technology is this?” Han Lu was surprised, "it's amazing, in addition to clearer vision, there is light compensation, this thing would be unimaginable if the benefits of energy production, I've thought of many areas where you can use it, what you need most now is a professional team to help you promote it, and I can provide you with a team like this, as long as you make me your angel investor, oh sorry, professional habit.” Han Lu made a mockery of himself, "I wanted to get involved when I saw a good project, and even if you didn't intend to accept my investment in your mother's relationship, I would still help you. ”

“Unfortunately, this thing is not energy producing.” Zhang Hengdao.

He was also thinking about language. Han Lu belonged to a very rational and solid person. It was not easy to persuade her to break the original worldview and re-establish a new worldview. At the same time, Zhang Heng also had to abide by the rules of not disclosing the identity of the players during this period. It was not easy to explain things clearly.

Han Lu lost most of her enthusiasm when she heard that she couldn't produce a mass, because it meant that the item could no longer be valuable to her, but then she obviously realized something and waited quietly for Zhang Heng's next sentence.

“Under the ordinary surface of the world… something supernatural exists. ”

“Well, is this your mother's new study? When we were studying together, your mother practiced theology, but as far as I know, she didn't really believe in these things herself, and the mythological stories she usually sees as fairy tales.” Han Ludo.

“This has nothing to do with my mother, nor does she know that... things exist.” Zhang Hengdao, “I know it's not easy to accept, but what I'm about to say is important, from now on you have to make sure that you don't close your eyes, don't sleep, don't take a nap... until I find a solution. ”