Chapter 32: Property, life and the contract of betrayal
On the playground, next to the shabby podium.
After a while of hugging each other and laughing and joking, Xie Bingran suddenly waved his hand.
Li Qiang and others understood instantly, and without saying anything else, they briefly said goodbye to Brother Bing and left together.
Xu Chen and Xie Bingran were the only two people left on the empty playground.
Xie Bingran squeezed the cigarette hidden in the palm of her hand, threw it on the ground, and whispered:
"Just holding it, not smoking it."
Xu Chen laughed and looked very happy.
It seems that Xie Bingran still listened to her advice when she told her not to smoke.
Xu Chen looked at Brother Bing up and down. He was still dressed in the same outfit as the previous few days.
A large black jacket with a black T-shirt underneath.
Slightly tight jeans and a pair of dirty and old canvas shoes.
Being looked up and down by Xu Chen like this, Xie Bingran said nothing, but was obviously uncomfortable.
"Come! Let me show you something good!"
With that said, Xu Chen carried large and small bags and walked to the rostrum a few steps away.
He placed the boxes and bags with the Nike logo on a half-height, cracked cement table.
Xie Bingran put his hands in his pockets and followed him slowly.
Xu Chen opened the box and said:
"I don't know your size, so I bought three sizes. You try them on first...
I guessed that you were too lazy to change into sportswear, so I bought two outfits. ”
Three pairs of shoes and two sets of autumn and summer sportswear were already placed in front of Xie Bingran.
She glanced down, her expression still expressionless, gloomy and decadent, and she couldn't tell whether she was happy or not.
"Why don't you talk? Don't you like it?"
Xie Bingran still had his hands in his pockets, with no intention of taking them out.
She was silent for a moment and said coldly:
"I don't have the money to pay you back, so you can take it and return it!"
Xu Chen smiled: "What are you talking about? I am willing to give it to you without you having to pay it back."
Xie Bingran frowned, his eyes showing coldness:
"I don't want to owe you anything anymore, I can't pay you back."
Xu Chen took a deep breath and said:
"You agreed to sign the deed of sale to me, but your wealth and life are still not worth these pairs of shoes?"
Xie Bingran lowered his head slightly and said nothing. There was a faint bloody wound on the left cheek.
Maybe it was left in the old department store last week, or maybe it was someone I had a fight with in the past two days.
Xu Chen smiled honestly and picked up a pair of size 39 shoes.
He squatted down and measured the length of the new shoes at Xie Bingran's feet.
"Your feet are so big!"
Xie Bingran's face showed a cold light: "Do you want to die?!"
Xu Chen: "..."
Xie Bingran coughed and shrank his feet back.
Xu Chen had already stood up and picked up the new pair of size 40 shoes.
"Then this pair should be the most suitable, come and try it on!"
Xie Bingran put his hands in his pockets and said:
"My wealth and life may not be worth these pairs of shoes of yours."
Xu Chen looked at Xie Bingran and said seriously:
"You don't understand yet, but you will understand soon. Your life and wealth are very valuable, super valuable!"
Xie Bingran raised his head and glanced at Xu Chen, his delicate and gloomy eyebrows swaying slightly in the wind.
"Then let me sign a contract of sale with you first." She whispered.
Xu Chen laughed: "Why are you more anxious than me!"
He took off the backpack behind him and took out two sets of contracts, both in duplicate.
I did this this morning at home using my father's computer and printer. In addition to the contract, there are also signature pens and ink pads.
Well prepared and equipped.
Xu Chen used an disassembled shoe box as a cushion and spread out several contracts.
"Let me explain to you, there are two files here..."
Just as Xu Chen started to speak, Xie Bingran snatched the signature pen from his hand and interrupted:
"Just tell me where to sign."
Xu Chen was speechless and pointed at several places where signatures and fingerprints were required.
Xie Bingran didn't hesitate, signed everything with his name, and then stamped his fingerprint with his right index finger.
Xu Chen lowered his head and caught a glimpse of her hand, the band-aid on it, and the faint blood, scars, and bruises...
It's hard to believe that this is the hand of an eighteen-year-old girl.
Xu Chen simply sorted out a few contracts and said:
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
“The seal of my company here still has to wait for my dad to finish the registration and engrave the official seal.
It will only take these two days. I will return a copy of the contract to you after it is processed. ”
Xie Bingran rubbed the red ink pad on her fingers casually:
"If it's something very important, please keep it for me. I'll probably lose it here."
Xu Chen: "You really trust me."
Xie Bingran looked indifferent and said nothing.
Just like this, in this dilapidated rural junior high school, on the dilapidated playground full of weeds...
Xie Bingran, a future sports star who dominates international track and field competitions, handed over his life and fortune worth tens of millions of dollars to Xu Chen.
Xu Chen put away several documents and said half-jokingly:
“Of the two contracts just signed, one is an equity and licensing agreement, which is more complicated to explain.
To put it simply, we will jointly open a company later, each holding a certain share.
Of course, I have a thicker skin, so I hold more shares.
But classmate Xie Bingran, I can guarantee you that you will become very rich in the future! ”
Xie Bingran returned to his hands in his pockets, looking cold and gloomy again.
She seemed not to understand what Xu Chen said, or she didn't believe it at all, or she didn't take it seriously.
Xu Chen continued:
"You will be very rich in the future. Rich people live a good life. You will have many good lives in the future.
The bodies of rich people are particularly precious.
So don't get yourself covered in bruises again. ”
Xu Chen said casually, half-jokingly, while Xie Bingran's gloomy and cold eyes swayed in the wind.
"Come and try on the shoes. If this pair of size 40 is too small, I will take you to change to a bigger one."
With that said, Xu Chen squatted down again, as if he wanted to help Xie Bingran change his shoes.
Xie Bingran looked down at Xu Chen in front of him, a trace of panic flashing across his expression.
"I...change it myself."
Xu Chen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized his abruptness, and stood up with a smile.
Xie Bingran knelt down, took off the dirty and old black canvas shoes, and put on the 899 red running shoes.
"How was it?"
Xie Bingran moved a little: "Suitable."
Xu Chen knelt down and pinched the toe of his shoe.
Xie Bingran subconsciously wanted to retreat, but obediently stretched her legs over.
Xu Chen squeezed it, and there was just half a centimeter of space in front of it, which was considered a perfect fit.
"Just right!"
Xu Chen stood up with a smile. He originally wanted to make fun of Xie Bingran's big feet, but when he thought of the terrifying look on her face when she said "Do you want to die?", he took back his teasing words.
In fact, compared to her height of 1.74 meters, shoes of size 40 are not too big.
(End of chapter)