"I have something important for you to do. Find out for me who has taken away Paul Kachakin's inheritance and who is the biggest beneficiary." The gloom on Wang Fumin's face was like that of Siberia.
Frost.
The subordinates noticed his emotions and their expressions changed: "Yes!"
"How long does it take?"
"Are you referring to the person from the Yuanguang Group? Oh, I have a little impression." An adjutant recalled for a while and said, "In his life, he has offended too many people, and he has controlled many people.
Holding such huge interests. And this happened three years ago. The shareholders have changed many times. It is not a listed company. There are some private contracts that are not easy to check, and even..."
"Even what?"
"Even...your relatives seem to have received a large portion of the shares handed over."
"Don't you have a grandson who is a senior executive at Yuanguang Group? Of course, I just heard about this, so I don't know exactly what it is like."
"We will find out within a week."
Wang Fumin sat on the chair and sighed, took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked slowly.
His life was rough, and he experienced the old era, the era of repression, and the dark era.
Finally ushered in the dawn era.
Happiness is that he sees the prosperity of human civilization.
Unfortunately, his world view, outlook on life and values gradually became incompatible with society.
Not only the relationship between people has changed, but also the social atmosphere has changed. Moreover, this net has enveloped himself, making him close to suffocation.
Just as Qin Yiwei said: Don't look at my hands covered with blood, I have no choice but to do it. If I'm not covered with blood, how can I open that net?
Just as Qin Yiwei said: If I don’t open that net, I will always be a reformist, and I will never be a revolutionary.
The reformists accomplish nothing!
"Please help me find out what happened, don't care if it's my grandson or who it is. Please." Wang Fumin bowed slightly, his conscience was agitated like never before.
[Tiansha Lone Star]'s ability has even come into play because of this, and he is getting stronger.
But what’s the use?
As Qin Yiwei said: It’s the same in every era.
"Yes!" The adjutant saluted solemnly, "I will give you a reply within three days."
Next, Lao Wang drove the car again and returned home. His spirit was in a trance. He thought of the old leader whose grave was opened after his death, and himself who was being flattered.
It happened to be seven o'clock in the morning. The morning sun was full of red clouds and the sea was full of golden waves. The red sun was like a furnace of boiling molten steel, gushing out.
An ordinary day.
Wang Fumin, who is about to be 160 years old, has four generations living under the same roof. Except for his daughter who was not promising at the beginning, the other descendants are actually quite promising.
Of course, this is inseparable from family environment, education and economic conditions.
In 100 years, the family has long been formed.
It should also be formed.
Wang Fumin seemed to recall a long, long time ago, when he and Lu Tuyu were serving as conscripts in the military camp. They discussed politics every day and cursed the unfairness of the world.
Lu Tuyu is indeed a person who combines knowledge and action. He is obviously Zhang Ming's brother-in-law.
This identity is so awesome.
With this status, it is easy to find a good job.
But he just wanted to say: "I am just an ordinary person with no ideals. I can do as many things as I want. Otherwise, if I cursed before, wouldn't it be like a boomerang that would all hit me?"
As a result, Lu Tuyu spent his whole life as an ordinary person.
Then, a simple life dissolves into the loess.
A bit chic.
No, it’s really quite chic.
"Grandpa?" A little girl seemed to have seen Wang Fumin who was remembering the past in the yard, and called out with some uncertainty.
"Jingjing!" Wang Fumin responded and smiled reluctantly.
The little girl's name is Wang Jingjing, and she is also his favorite junior. She looks very much like the daughter of his lifelong enemy.
Unfortunately, she suffers from congenital heart disease and will not be able to exercise strenuously in her life.
We haven’t seen each other for three years. The little girl I once had has grown up a lot, become a lot more beautiful, and has also crossed over from kindergarten to the first grade of elementary school.
"Grandpa!" The little girl ran over, a little unfamiliar, but also a little familiar.
Wang Fumin picked her up with a faint smile on his face. No matter how angry he was, it had nothing to do with the child.
Wait!
Lao Wang, who has a keen sense, suddenly discovered something: "You...how did you run so fast just now! Is your heart disease...healed?"
"Grandpa, you came back and you didn't say anything earlier!"
A young man ran out of the room and said with a smile: "Jingjing... had a new heart. Last year, she received a notification from the hospital that there happened to be a matching heart. It was almost a perfect match. So her
The congenital heart has been treated."
OK, OK.
Wang Fumin smiled and put the child down.
It's great that someone is willing to donate a heart.
It couldn't be better!
It’s really great!
Good thing, good thing, you’re so fucked up!
On this ordinary day, a sunny day,
He felt that he was just a trapped beast, fighting alone without reinforcements.
Either break through this net, or you can only sink.
"Grandpa, when can we go to the amusement park? As you said before, you want to take me to the amusement park." Naturally, the girl had a very good relationship with him. After getting to know him, she started acting like a spoiled child. She knew that this great grandpa
He is the backbone of the family.
But the emotions in Wang Fumin's heart were like those of a lion in the grassland. He was silent for a long time, asking one word at a time, "Where can I do the surgery?"
The child had never seen such intimidation before, and he was so frightened that he burst into tears.
The young man was stunned for a moment, wondering why his grandfather lost his temper: "The First Hospital."
Lao Wang breathed a sigh of relief and walked step by step towards the "No. 1 Hospital": "From now on, it's up to you. Don't think about borrowing my influence. Take as much as you can and take as much as you can."
Yes, spit it out yourself."
"Because I don't deserve it, I know I don't deserve it!"
"I will resign today, and then I will let those damn people die for me!"
He remembered the past war years. The war was cruel, with iron horses and iron horses, companies blowing horns, yellow sand and broken walls, the setting sun like blood, life and death, life and death, sworn enemies, broken bones, and corpses wrapped in horse leather.
The entire society must win the war with the highest efficiency.
No one who is alive feels that they have made great contributions, and they are even embarrassed to think that they have made great contributions, because the people who really made great contributions are the dead.
In the end, the war went smoothly, everything was ready for improvement, and based on seniority, it was just my turn to take the lead.
At that time, an old comrade-in-arms wanted to find a job, but he had no intention of abandoning public service for personal gain. He did not offer benefits or fat jobs. The social atmosphere had just emerged from the war, and there was no such thing.
But now, there is no need to fight for it yourself, the benefits and advantages will just fly over and be given to the people around you.
Is he worthy?
He doesn't deserve it!
He doesn't deserve it!
You see, his skin looks good, but his soul is dirty.
Wang Fumin, who was in a daze, found the heart donor's file in the hospital.
He was a child from a poor area, only six years old, who died in an accidental car accident.
The western continent of Pangea is a mixed bag of ghosts and bad guys, and it can be said to be the area with the worst public security conditions.
He took another plane and flew to the Western Continent. He paid homage to the child in front of the grave and gave his parents a sum of money.
Then they found the driver who caused the accident and used some inhuman means.
"I said, I said!"
"Someone gave me a sum of money, saying that the child's heart was useful and he asked me to drive him to death... He gave me a large amount of money, but I don't know who it was... I have already lost the money.
All points are gone! Please don’t kill me!!”
Wang Fumin looked at the blue sky and sighed.
After dealing with this scumbag, he took a plane and flew back to Qin Yiwei's tomb to mourn.
"Old leader, I have no other ability, I can only help you kill a few people."
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"Now I finally understand that ruin is the ultimate truth of this world. If you expect to see a paradise, what you end up seeing will be a hell."
"The first person to realize this was Master Shimama. She is truly unparalleled in wisdom, just like a god descending to earth."
"So, after I figure out the second rule of the Demon God, I'm going to call Lao Wang and ask him to stop working so hard, and that's pretty much it."
"He is very fragile at heart and has a good conscience. He is a perfect match for Tiansha Lone Star." Zhang Ming was chatting with the talkative Hulu, as if there were endless topics to talk about - of course, this and Ms. Hulu had almost endless curiosity.
The heart is also involved.
[Are you a pessimist? The resources in your hands should be able to easily change the development process of human civilization.]
She is visiting the huge Time and Space Insect.
Her curiosity is being fully satisfied in this dangerous area that is dotted with red light and reveals strange things.
Just the feeling of being trusted made her stagger, unable to fly.
In the end, it could only stay in the front pocket of Zhang Ming's clothes.
Now she just wants to keep talking.
"Actually, I am a person who seeks truth from facts. Objective laws cannot be changed by one person."
"I, Zhang Ming, can't do it either, and neither can Lao Wang."
"Resources can change some things, but not much. Even direct gifts are not a good thing, because the issue of distribution is the core of human contradictions."
"Think about it, if I donate a batch of resources, how will they be distributed? Is there anyone who will just be too lazy to work and become a waste?"
Hulu actually likes to hear these weird social philosophies. After all, in another realm, such inexplicable-sounding knowledge does not exist.
