Seeing that Liang Yimo had become silent, Ye Chen continued, "Follow me for two million."
Seeing that the other party still didn't speak, he immediately thought it was too little, and showed contempt in his heart. However, he didn't have time to think about anything else, so he added more, "Five million?"
Liang Yimo really became angry. She opened the hand that grabbed her arm and slapped her hard, "You are shameless."
What did he take her for? Although she was short of money, she would never become someone else's plaything and let them humiliate her like this.
Liang Yimo no longer wanted to deal with this lunatic and walked back quickly. This time the opponent did not chase him.
"One day you will come to beg me."
An annoying sound came from behind, which made Liang Yimo feel bad enough.
She returned to the community where she lives now, and she was cautious all the way. There were often crowded people here, but she could no longer afford to live in a luxurious villa, or even a better apartment.
Everything that could be sold was sold, and I could only pay the meager rent.
After turning several turns in the alley that exuded the stench, we arrived at the small house where she lived. Although it was dilapidated, the furniture inside was simple but very neat. She was very satisfied now. It would be better if her mother could live with her.
Although it's a little worse than before, I finally don't have to face those people's faces, and I feel at peace.
In the past, when her father was still prosperous, the person who came to visit her at home was not a flattering person. She had seen through the ups and downs of life and the harsh conditions of the world. In fact, it was nothing, and it was best just like this.
She will definitely find another way, and her mother's illness will definitely be cured.
The next morning, Liang Yimo went to her to submit social media articles.
She likes to write some inexplicable words, sometimes it will be a poem, sometimes it will be a story, in exchange for a lot of royalties.
But today she went to submit her manuscript, and the president looked at her manuscript for a long time and didn't even reply.
"President, what's wrong?" Liang Yimo asked.
The president put the manuscript on the table embarrassedly, then took out an envelope from the drawer on the side and handed it to her, "Liang Yimo, this is your reward for writing manuscripts for our newspaper before. You don't have to submit manuscripts to us in the future.
Already."
"Why?" Liang Yimo asked the president directly without taking the money from the table.
She wanted to know the reason. She had been writing for this newspaper and many people read what she wrote. The president would not reject her manuscript for no reason.
The president's glasses sparkled in the sun. He tried his best to avoid looking into Liang Yimo's eyes. In fact, he was forced to give up Liang Yimo's manuscript. He had to follow the instructions given above, "Yimo, don't ask.
Okay, okay, I'm sorry for you, and these will be considered as your compensation."
"Okay, President, I won't ask any more questions."
Liang Yimo heavily picked up the manuscript she had written all night on the table, as well as the compensation the president had mentioned, and walked out of the magazine with a depressed expression.
In just one night, Liang Yimo's life changed a lot, that is, she lost her job.
First, the magazine rejected the article without any reason, and then the owner of the restaurant where she worked came to talk to her, paid her salary, and let her leave without any reason.
Over the next few days, the manuscripts that had been arranged by several newspapers and magazines were returned one after another. Some of the samples were printed, but they were still returned.
Liang Yimo also discovered something was wrong.
This is the last reporter's newspaper. Liang Yimo started interning here when she was a sophomore. The colleagues there took great care of her when they saw her young age, and the leader was also very kind. Liang Yimo quietly held the resignation slip in his hand,
Trying to keep himself smooth, "Leader, can you tell me the reason?"
She was really unwilling to give in. It was hard for her that Liang Yimo was so unlucky and allowed to be manipulated by others. Why should he control everything about her?
The leader is a middle-aged woman. After Liang Yimo came to the club, every interview and record she did was perfect. She was also very obedient and serious. She originally wanted to hire her here after she graduated. She knew a little about her family situation.
Feeling a bit unbearable, she said insinuatingly, "Yimo, have you offended anyone recently?"
"I don't know." Liang Yimo thought for a while.
"Hey, that's strange. Recently, many newspapers have received notices and been put under pressure. They are not allowed to hire or use your manuscripts."
"Oh, thank you, leader, I will think about it. Thank you for taking care of me in recent years." Liang Yimo bowed to the leader sincerely, and walked out dejectedly with the information in his hand.
She was not going to go to Xiang's house anymore. She knew that the same result would be the same. When did she ever offend such a person?
It has been two years since my father was imprisoned. All the debts and feelings that should be repaid have been paid off. Who else remembers this poor daughter of mine?
Liang Yimo reluctantly went to the hospital to see her mother because she was afraid that she would know that she was unemployed and would not receive treatment. She could not lose her anymore. If her mother left her, she really didn't know what the meaning of her life was.
She didn't want to go home, drink water, or eat. She finally made up her mind, picked up her cell phone, and played Sister Yao's call. The other party simply turned off the phone.
She really has no source of income now. Her mother's hospitalization fee is due in one day, and the hospital will definitely stop her mother's medication. If she can succeed that night, she doesn't have to worry about these things now.
When she thought of this, she remembered Ye Chen, one of the three young men in the capital, whom she met outside F University that night. At first, she didn't take his last words seriously, but now she remembers them clearly.
"One day you will come to beg me."
Is all this happening to her? I heard that Mr. Ye has never been an unreasonable person. I hope she is overthinking it.
How could it attract her attention when she is like this?
Liang Yimo took a taxi and planned to go to F University to sleep in her freshman year. After her junior year, she would not go back except to hand in her papers. She wanted to pick up the papers she had given to Professor Chen a few days ago.
"Where to go?" the taxi driver asked enthusiastically.
"f big."
"boarding."
At this moment, Liang Yimo saw contempt in the driver's eyes, "Isn't it bad to be big?"
There were so many people trying to get into the school, and even the people inside the school looked arrogant outside when they left, yet this driver actually looked down upon them.
Liang Yimo felt depressed all the way, feeling as if the driver looked down on her. After getting off the car, she paid the money and quickly walked into University F.
When she walked to the bulletin board at the school gate, she saw many people gathered around her. People who walked by her had disgusting expressions on their faces. The men's eyes were looking back and forth at her unscrupulously, and some of them boldly stepped forward.
Asked, "Are you Liang Yimo?"
"right."
“How much does it cost per night?”
The other party asked shamelessly.
Liang Yimo slapped the other party without saying a word, "Shameless."
The other party didn't expect that she would be like this. He turned around angrily and took a few steps forward. Finally, he turned around and spat in front of her, "Bah, you have to be a prostitute and have to establish a Zhenfang. How do you really think you Liang Yimo is?"
Qing Gao is just a ****..."
The people around her burst into laughter, and Liang Yimo could no longer pretend to be calm. She quickly walked towards the bulletin board, pushing aside everyone. When she saw what was on the bulletin board, her vision went dark, and she became unsteady.
Those were a few enlarged photos of how she was dressed in the nightclub that night. She was wearing a hot black hip-hugging skirt with very little cloth. She was wearing heavy makeup and just climbed on top of a man, with her hands constantly there.
I groped randomly around the person, but the man was just a figure from behind, but from the French limited edition watch he wore, I was sure he must be a rich man.
Only her face was clearly illuminated, and you could vaguely tell it was her from under the thick makeup.
"Who did this?"
Liang Yimo tore off the photo, turned around and coldly asked everyone.