After these people left, Zhang Geng covered his wrist and let out a long breath, crawled to my side, hugged my thigh and shouted:

"Master, thank you, master! Without you, I would have become Doraemon! I can't even masturbate for the rest of my life, what fun is there in life?! Thank you, master, for saving my happiness for the rest of my life..."

My head was throbbing and painful. It was so awkward to hear what he said!

Bai Luoxin was filled with indignation: "Master Zhao Rui saved you, why are you thinking about all these dirty things..."

Zhang Geng stopped crying and howling, showed a mean expression, and said: "I mean I can't play games anymore, just lol, League of Legends, where did you think you were?"

Bai Luoxin's face suddenly turned red, and he looked like a cooked shrimp. He turned away and stopped talking.

It's rare to see this little girl deflated, but I find it interesting.

It's true that one thing brings down another thing.

The reason why I helped Zhang Geng was because I thought of myself when I was a child.

At that time, I was isolated and bullied every day. If You Gong Yiyu hadn't helped me, I might have died in that terrifying, dark, and suffocating environment.

In the final analysis, it is not Zhang Geng that I want to help, but myself who was isolated and helpless eight years ago and fell into the abyss.

I lowered my eyes and slowly sat on the sofa.

When Bai Luoxin looked at me, his eyes were filled with reverence.

Now, the three of us are penniless and staring at each other.

Bai Luoxin said cautiously that she had Dong Zhonghua's contact information.

I walked downhill and agreed to help go take a look.

After all, I really have no money now.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but kick Zhang Geng hard.

This is a scam!

Zhang Geng smiled flatteringly and slapped his cheek several times: "Master, does your foot hurt? Next time you want to hit me, just say so, you don't need to do anything!"

"..."

Dong Zhonghua received us in a conference room.

During this meeting, Dong Zhonghua was no longer as high-spirited as the last time. The conference room was filled with the smell of cigarette smoke, just like a smokehouse in the old society, which was suffocating.

Bai Luoxin kept coughing.

The beautiful secretary with a proud figure and a tapered face opened the window and showed a soft smile.

Zhang Geng's eyes were glued to her body. He stood with the beautiful secretary with a playful smile and said some random things.

Despite this, the beautiful secretary still maintained a gentle smile and dealt with Zhang Geng seriously, making Zhang Geng so confused that his eyes widened.

As expected of the boss's secretary, she is well-rounded and has a high emotional intelligence.

Bai Luoxin stared at the beautiful secretary and swallowed her saliva, her almond-shaped eyes turning darkly, wondering what she was thinking.

When Dong Zhonghua saw me coming, he shrank first, then quickly hid the fear in his eyes and showed a smile.

"Master, you are finally here!"

Enthusiastic but not flattering, it makes people feel comfortable.

He is truly a businessman.

I sat on the sofa calmly and poured myself a cup of tea slowly.

He didn't ask me why I suddenly agreed, and I didn't mention it either.

The gray smoke on Dong Zhonghua's forehead became darker in color and even turned into death breath.

He got straight to the point: "Master, to be honest with you, I really have no choice. It's only been one day, and something happened again. Yesterday, a worker who stayed at the construction site fell off the cliff. If his roommate hadn't seen him in the morning,

If he doesn't come back, organize workers to look for him, maybe he will die."

"Where's the cliff?"

Dong Zhonghua took a long drag on his cigarette, and his chubby palms trembled slightly: "That's the blame! The cliff where he fell is twenty miles away from the construction site, and there are winding mountain roads around it. It's so dark, I don't know who he is.

How did you get there..."

"Where are the others?"

"In the hospital, I have already woken up, saying that I want to resign and go home, and I am clamoring for compensation."

"Take me to him."

"..."

I met the unlucky worker in the hospital, a young man in his early twenties with yellow hair.

His skin was dark, his cheeks were concave, and his skin was chapped in many places. He was a bit thinner than Zhang Geng. His hospital gown was empty underneath, and he looked like a skeleton.

He was like a frightened bird, huddled on the bed in a daze, staring at the ceiling, and the slightest sound made him breathe quickly.

There was a gray mist lingering on his head, indicating bad luck, but no air of death.

I took out a soul-calming charm from my arms and gave it away with a shake of my hand.

The Soul Calming Talisman burned out above his head, dispelling the gray mist.

He obviously felt his head light up, and he quickly got out of bed and knelt down to me: "Great Immortal! The Great Immortal has appeared!"

I helped him up: "I'm not a great immortal, it's just a matter of a little effort. Tell me what happened to you last night."

When he mentioned last night, he looked frightened and his whole body was shaking like fallen leaves in autumn.

He said that he was the fifth child and everyone called him Xiao Wu.

Ever since the accident happened at the construction site, the rumors have become increasingly fierce.

Many people were afraid, resigned and ran away.

Xiao Wu feels that ghosts and evil spirits are not scary, but having no money is scary.

He grew up in a ravine, which was once a good place with green mountains and green waters.

The villagers rely on the mountains to feed themselves, and although their lives are difficult, they are still happy.

Until factories were built around it.

These factories are like terrifying locusts, emitting black smoke every day, leaving the green hills bare and the crops in the fields withered.

My father became taciturn and my mother cried all day long.

Black smoke enveloped his entire childhood.

His clothes are always covered with dust, his nostrils are dry, and he can cough up powder even if he coughs a little.

Most people in the village have lung disease and pneumoconiosis.

It was fine during the day, but at night, coughs kept coming and going, like a symphony that no one was appreciating.

From then on, he thought that as long as he could leave here and make a lot of money, he could take his parents out and live a good life, and he would never have to live in that kind of environment again.

He dropped out of school at the age of fifteen and came to the city to work.

The city is like a cold monster, swallowing his hopes and yearnings.

The sarcastic words were like whips, the insults were like fists and they were like kitchen knives. The whips and kitchen knives went into battle together, leaving him covered in bruises.

He has no education and is young. He can't even find a job as a waiter or tally clerk, so he can only work at construction sites to move bricks.

Needless to say, I was bullied when I first arrived as a foreigner.

Even if his hands are covered with wounds, even if he doesn't have enough to eat, he still has to remit the money he saves to his parents one by one.

He didn't even dare to get sick.

Being sick costs money.

And he has no money.

He thought there was probably only one disease in the world, and that was the disease of poverty.

He was afraid of poverty.

Therefore, when he saw strange things happening on the construction site, he chose to close his eyes; when he heard rumors, he chose to plug his ears.
Chapter completed!