"It goes without saying that time will subvert everyone equally, just like the charioteer knocking down an old horse on the side of the road. However, the play is extremely quiet, and few people realize that they have been beaten. " Haruki Murakami said.

Vincent, a 36-year-old bank account manager, has been in the business for 12 years unconsciously. The zodiac turned around, and it was the year when he was born. Twelve years, how many twelve years can there be in life? Vincent's momentum and vision as a newcomer seem to have disappeared now. Indeed, whether it's the receding hairline, the child's rebellious behavior, or the hopeless promotion, it always reminds him that he is no longer that high-spirited young man. Middle-aged crisis-the word has been hovering in his mind since I don't know when. Admittedly, the account manager's salary is still considerable, and Vincent is still worthy of his employer. He has always been conscientious and sociable, which makes his work like a duck to water. It's a pity that Vincent has never been promoted, or is he not enterprising, or is he content with the status quo, or is it doomed to lament? Anyway, now he seems to have gradually accepted the reality. More and more, he feels like a thin horse running for life in vain, and he is getting old. It didn't seem too surprising when he was knocked down by a stick.

For investors, the best way to relax at noon is to gather at the securities counter to watch the stock market trend and chat.

Vincent also trades in stocks. Whenever there is a "stock god" pointing out the country, Vincent will listen carefully and say a few words occasionally. But recently, he has no interest in talking. He glanced at the stock market, brushed his face and left silently.

Vincent was bored walking in the green belt. Suddenly the phone rang, and it was Wang, the super VIP manager. Vincent hates receiving customers during breaks, but after all, it's Mr. Wang, so he answers the phone with a reluctant smile on his livid face.

"Hello, Mr. Wang, have you eaten?"

"Don't gossip, time is short. I want to see you at three o'clock in the afternoon. You must be there. "

"No problem!"

"In addition, I have 3 million spare money at hand, and time is tight. I will do financial management in the afternoon. "

"My pleasure!"

"Time is tight, nothing will hang."

"Well, then ..."

"Du-"

Vincent wanted to say goodbye, but before the word goodbye came out, Mr. Wang had picked up the phone. Vincent stood like a chicken that ate a fly for a while. Every time I hear Mr. Wang's mantra "Time is short", Vincent's stomach starts to sour, and rich people talk like cows. But after all, with 3 million yuan in financial management, Vincent can't swallow any more acid in his stomach.

There is still half an hour before going to work in the afternoon. Vincent was going to a teahouse opened by a friend opposite to have a sip of black tea, but on the way, he met Uncle Du, who was called a "know-it-all" by junior high school students.

Du Shu had no intention of studying, smoking and fighting since he was a child. He dropped out of junior high school to mix the society. In fact, he is a hooligan. But I heard that he later had a relationship with some big shots and had a lot of good contacts. Now he runs a financial mortgage company, which seems to be very popular.

"Hey, old classmates! Meet again! "

"Mm-hmm." Vincent doesn't really want to talk to Du Shu. They were good friends in junior high school, but they haven't contacted each other since they dropped out of school. It was not until Vincent became a bank account manager that Du Shu thought of Vincent when he had something to ask. It's nothing. Students should also help each other in class. But after much contact, Vincent found that Uncle Du dared to touch many illegal things, and there was no bottom line, so he began to watch out for him.

"Old classmate, what big plans can you help me recently?" Du Shu asked at the right mass.

"Are you kidding me? Du, a man who knows everything, is famous for his many ways. Do you need my support? "

"XX stock can pay attention to it. The chairman of the company revealed the acquisition plan to my boss a while ago. . . . . . "

"Didi" Vincent listened to the nameless profession. "The last time you said that XX Company had any inside information, I was blind and my brain was hot, so I made a heavy bet. I didn't expect that I stopped trading for five consecutive days and was forced to cut meat, losing 1.2 million! "

Looking at the excited Vincent, Du Shu opened his smiling face instead: "Hehe, the stock market is like a casino, but it's not all my fault." Well, we two brothers don't talk about stocks. I really have a good idea for you. "Then Du Shu took out a copy of the same document from her handbag.

"Insurance financing, annual interest rate of 9%, capital preservation poly, state-level project investment, underwriting by large guarantee companies, you can rest assured." Du Shu handed Vincent the contract mysteriously.

Vincent glanced at the word "guarantee" in the contract.

"This is really a good project to introduce to you, old classmate. I have cooperated with many big banks to sell them. As long as I sell it, I will give you a 4% commission as soon as the contract is signed and the money arrives. Right away! " Du Shu said.

"I will never do it."

"What a solo, 4 pct, 1 10,000 has 40,000, 3 million has1.20,000! Transfer the money immediately! "

"3 million? 1.2 million? " Vincent's heart suddenly thumped and stood there for a few seconds.

Du Shu saw that Vincent seemed to have a little idea, so he let nature take its course and stuffed a cowhide bag to assure Vincent. Before Vincent could react, Uncle Du turned his head and got into the second-hand sharp world he had just bought and set fire to it. The car body was sprayed with a pattern of blazing fire. "Old classmate, waiting for your good news." Du Shu leaned out of the window and drove away. The modified engine of the car makes a huge roar like a fighter plane, which can still be clearly heard one kilometer away.

Vincent came to his senses, looked at the purse in his hand and thought, how can I make a plane ticket? No, I'm kidding. I am a serious account manager and a well-educated person. . . . . . Vincent wanted to walk in the direction of his friend's teahouse and crossed the road with a heavy heart. He didn't even realize that he was standing in the middle of the road.

Just then, a high-speed truck hit Vincent. . . . . .

Act ii

When Vincent woke up, he was lying on the green grass. Except for a little dry mouth, he doesn't seem to be hurt. He looked at his watch. God, it's three o'clock in the afternoon! He got up quickly and ran to the office.

Back in the office, Mr. Wang sat with a sad face, and Vincent gasped for an apology while wiping his sweat.

"death? Clearly say three o'clock, time is pressing, I want you to look good one minute later! "

"Sorry, Mr. Wang."

"Time is pressing, what should I buy for my 3 million?"

"I'll check it right away and arrange it right away!"

"Why not arrange in advance? Time is pressing, you have three minutes! "

"Yes, go ahead." Vincent turned on the computer like crazy to inquire about financial information. Sweat covered his forehead, his throat was as dry as leather, and his stomach acid rolled down. Somehow, no matter how he operates, he can't find any financial information, and the computer screen is blank. He glanced at Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang looked at the Rolex on his wrist and seemed to be timing. He stared at Gao Xiang like a supervisor in an ancient execution ground and said, "It's time." Vincent almost cried at the white computer screen, but he still tried to smile at Mr. Wang. What shall we do? Just when Vincent was about to collapse, he glanced at the cowhide bag he had been dragging. . . . . .

"Mr. Wang, this financial management can be said to be specially designed for you. The annual interest rate is 9%. Can invest in national projects, underwritten by large guarantee companies. You can never rest assured. " Vincent said, and took out the letter of guarantee contract numbered 0008 from the cowhide bag.

"Guaranteed 9%?"

"Yes, it's an internal special supply. It's only for distinguished guests like Mr. Wang, and no one else can think about it."

"Well, time is pressing. I'll take it."

"Ok, Mr. Wang, this is the contract. Please have a look. "

"No, time is pressing, just sign it, I dare you to play any tricks."

So Vincent took Mr. Wang to the counter and turned around 3 million. Later, Mr. Wang left the sentence "Time is pressing" and left with the contract. When Vinson watched Mr. Wang leave in his Porsche, Vinson's cell phone rang, and the SMS notification was entered 120000! God, I didn't expect such high efficiency! Vincent secretly happy.

When Vincent returned to the office, he found that his colleagues had suddenly become strangers. He often glanced at Vincent intentionally or unintentionally, then turned his head and whispered to the people next to him. When Vincent approached to hear what to talk about, everyone immediately covered their mouths and buried themselves in their work, which puzzled Vincent. Vincent sat back at his desk and began to work, but he always felt that there were countless pairs of cold eyes staring at him, which made his back cold. Finally, he couldn't sit still and got up to go out for a walk.

Vincent was about to leave the office when he met Luo Feng, compliance director of the Risk Department. Luo Feng suddenly stared at Vincent, making Vincent shudder. Because it suddenly occurred to Vincent that last month he copied a "promise to abide by the law" to Luo Feng. At that time, he also vowed to resist the "solo flight" behavior, and his words were still in his ears. Luo Feng's eyes don't find anything? No way!

To Vincent's surprise, two uniformed policemen followed him into the office of Vincent's immediate boss, the marketing manager. The three of them chatted with the manager because the door was closed through the glass. Vincent doesn't know what they are talking about, but he looks serious. Vincent stood at the door of the office, craning his neck to look into the manager's office through the glass. Luo Feng said a few words, and the manager's face changed. He turned to stare at Vincent, who was staring at the door, and there seemed to be anger in his eyes. Vincent and the manager's eyes instantly scared him like a mouse seeing a cat, and he shrank his head and ran away. Vincent thought, damn it! Must have been caught!

Vincent ran to the gate of the bank like a man out of his mind. Just then, his cell phone rang, and when he saw it, it was the president! Vincent was surprised whether to answer it, but hesitated for a moment and answered it with trepidation.

"Vincent, come to me at once. I have something important to talk to you about. " The president's tone was calm, but Vincent was scared to death. It's over. We must avoid talking. "No, President, I, I also want to see an important customer. . . . . . ""It is very important to let go of customers for a while. You have to come if you don't come. " It's over! It must be a capture plan! Vincent's mind was at a loss, and fear overwhelmed everything. There is only one word left in his heart, escape! So I hung up the phone silently and ran out like a dead man.

Vincent had just left the bank gate when a loud shout came from behind him: "Stop!" " . Vincent turned around and saw the manager and Luo Feng chasing after him with a group of policemen, for fear of catching him. Vincent was so scared that his legs almost went weak that he had to run away with trembling legs. Perhaps extreme fear can give birth to the instinct of extreme survival. Vincent, who usually lacks exercise, runs faster and faster, leaving Luo Feng and others behind. Temporarily safe.

However, it seems that God won't give Vincent a chance to breathe. A Porsche "Burst ~" stopped in front of him and blocked his way. Vincent recognized Mr. Wang's car. Sure enough, Mr. Wang quickly got off the bus with three tiger-shaped big men and stared at Vincent.

"Good boy, how dare you cheat my uncle of his money?"

"No, mr.wong, let me explain. . . . . . "

"Explain a bird! Stop talking nonsense, time is pressing, give me a slap! " Mr.wong say that finish, three tiger big fellow have flashed machetes, chains, water pipes and other weapons, rushed to Vincent to kill. Seeing that his life was at stake, Vincent fled like a chicken blood, but those tiger-shaped men seemed to be professional killers, and it was not easy for Vincent to distance himself from them. The bright machete chilled Vincent, and he was about to be cut down.

At this critical moment, there was a huge roar behind him, like a fighter plane taking off beside him. A black shadow caught up with the crowd and saw a fiery chariot wagging its tail beautifully in front of Vincent. This was Du Shu's sharp modification. When the car door opened, Du Shu motioned Vincent to get on the bus. The savior is coming! Vincent got into the driver's seat in despair, and Du Shu immediately started and left. Vincent turned to look at it and sweated.

When Vincent came to his senses and looked at Du Shu who was silent all the way, the nameless career fire broke out again.

"Du classmate, no, uncle du, see you hurt me now? Hey, stop talking, I beg you, I will pay you back120,000. Can you help me get Mr. Wang's 3 million back? " Vincent said, as if begging.

Du Shu was silent, but accelerated at the speed of 100 km per hour.

"Say something!"

Still silent, continue to accelerate, 120 km.

"Are you dumb or crazy?"

"I wish I could go crazy!" Du Shu finally spoke and continued to accelerate, 140 km. "The project is yellow, the boss is arrested, the guarantee company has escaped, and it is impossible for 3 million to come back."

"What?" Vinson was surprised and wanted to continue asking, but Du Shuxian spoke.

"What is 3 million? I have 300 million yuan. Haha, look back at my enemy! " Vincent turned away after listening. Oh, my God! Suddenly caught up with a bunch of police cars, and the warning lights flashed. No wonder Du Shu wants to speed up his escape. Vincent's face turned pale with fear.

"My brother, forget it, leave me alone, I don't blame you."

"Late, my brother. We are in the same boat now. "

"Who's on your side?"

"Look at the circle of friends yourself!"

Friends circle. What? Vincent opened WeChat and brushed it, and many wanted orders appeared on the Internet at once. Uncle Du is the red heart of the wanted order!

"You are the king of hearts!" Vincent was surprised.

"Ha ha, don't be surprised. Go down and have a good look. "

Look down? What are you still looking at? Vincent doesn't understand. Just as he was wondering, he suddenly found a familiar face, and it suddenly thundered. "What? I am the J of Spades? "

"Ha ha. Good brothers, let's escape together! " Continue to accelerate at the speed of 160 km per hour.

Both of them were silent for a long time, only the accelerating sound of cars and the increasingly roaring sound of engines.

"Wanted by the whole country, where can we escape?" Vincent asked in despair.

"No way, only the front."

"In front?" Vincent remembered that there seemed to be a seaside ahead. "But in the front. . . . . . No, you didn't? "

"Ha ha, that's the front, ha ha!" Uncle Du went crazy and suddenly refueled at a speed of 200 kilometers per hour! Sharp rushed to the guardrail on the beach breakwater like a chariot that was really on fire, with a loud bang. Before Vincent could scream, their car flew out like a meteor and plunged into the vast sea. . . . . .

Act iii

When he woke up again, Vincent found himself lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by a sad-looking president, manager, Luo Feng and a group of colleagues. When Vincent woke up, everyone gathered around happily. Only to see Vincent hurriedly get up and kneel on the bed and kowtow to everyone like garlic, even saying sorry, I know what's going on, so that everyone can't figure it out.

"Haha, it's good that you know your mistake." The president said.

"Yes, yes, I made a big mistake." Vincent said.

"See you later still dare to cross the road without looking at the car! If you are hit again next time, you will not be so lucky. "

What? Hit by a car? Didn't I rush into the sea?

"When I learned that you were hit by delivering documents to customers at noon, everyone was worried. Everyone comes to see you after work! " Luo Feng said.

Vincent's brain was buzzing again, and he was a little confused.

"You can rest assured for a few days. Nothing serious. If you are injured on business, it is a work-related injury, and the president has specially approved your sick leave. " The manager said.

"Oh, oh." Vincent seems to understand something.

"On the other hand, what exactly is this cowhide bag you sent? I'm so nervous, dragging all the way. Everyone is afraid of hurting you and doesn't take it to heart. " The manager asked, pointing to the leather bag in Vincent's hand.

"No, nothing, just a general loan contract." Vincent quickly tucked the cowhide bag into the bed and pressed it on his ass, sweating with nervousness.

"Look at your nervousness! Also, the customer's information should be kept confidential, I know. " The manager made a detour.

"Ha ha, right, right." Vincent was relieved.

Then everyone exchanged pleasantries with Vincent, and they all broke up. When he was alone, Vincent quickly opened the cowhide bag. The letter of guarantee contract numbered 0008 was obviously not signed by Mr. Wang. Vincent breathed a sigh of relief again. He felt that he had finally really come back to life.

Vincent suddenly jumped up from the hospital bed, dragged the cowhide bag into the toilet, closed the door, took out all the guarantee papers and tore them into pieces, and rushed into the toilet.