Chapter 138 Sword Light
Rong Lixin has been unlucky recently. It can be said that the degree of his unlucky situation is directly proportional to the degree of Rong Yuan's current fame. Although he still holds the title of "director", it is only a matter of time before he loses his position. He no longer has any authority at all. Every day in the office, apart from drinking tea and reading newspapers, no one comes to talk to him. Wherever he goes, people avoid him as if he were avoiding the plague. Even on the way to work, Rong Lixin feels that people are pointing fingers at him everywhere.
My wife Li Li works in a company. She had good performance and her boss had even mentioned that she would be promoted and given a raise. But a week ago, the company laid off employees and all the clumsy girls were kept, but Li Li had to pack up and leave. She went to her boss to ask for an explanation, but not only did she not get a single reply, she didn't even get to see him.
——The things between their family and Rong Yuan, in fact, only Rong Lixin's family thought that they kept it a secret and not many people knew about it. In fact, there were rumors among neighbors and colleagues for a long time, but no one had ever talked about it in person. In the past, others regarded these things as their family affairs. Although they didn't like what the couple did, they didn't need to make trouble with their colleagues for a child they didn't know.
The most "wise" approach held by most people in this world is to mind their own business and not worry about other people's troubles. This indifferent world situation is also the norm for people in this world.
However, Rong Yuan is no longer the same person as before. His past efforts will be magnified a hundredfold by public opinion, and his past suffering will not be ignored. Whenever his name is mentioned, Rong Licheng, because of his wealth and power, is far away, and is not the one who faces public opinion most directly. Therefore, Rong Lixin often plays the most hateful villain in the inspirational story.
His past actions could be described as mean, or as arrogant, but the most common comment now was not these, but rather - stupid beyond measure! Countless people laughed at him for being short-sighted and shallow-minded. Otherwise, if he had been a little better to Rong Yuan, wouldn't he have risen to the top by taking advantage of this ward? How could he be in such a precarious position as a director now?
Rong Lixin was furious when some of the comments reached his ears. He really wanted to ask those people, if it were you, could you have foreseen that boy would achieve such success a few years ago? He was obviously an autistic child, who could have guessed that he would be where he is today?
This afternoon, his daughter Rong Yue came home crying again because of a trivial matter at school. Rong Lixin was so annoyed by her that he couldn't help but slap her in the face. As a result, his wife immediately started to quarrel with him. Rong Lixin's face was scratched with several bloody marks, and a lot of his hair, which he carefully groomed every day, was pulled out. He had no choice but to hide outside . He walked angrily for a long time and found that people on the street were looking at him and laughing jokingly. Rong Lixin didn't understand why, so he looked down and found that he was so angry when he went out. Although he was wearing a suit on his upper body, he was wearing pajamas on his legs and slippers on his feet. His face was stinging. He touched it and his hand turned red.
Rong Lixin was embarrassed and annoyed, and quickly hid in a dark alley. There was actually a large trash can in the narrow alley. It had not been cleaned for several days and was full of garbage. There was also a lot of garbage thrown on the ground irresponsibly by nearby residents. A homeless man leaned into the trash can and was looking for something useful.
--unlucky!
Rong Lixin covered his mouth and nose, and used his feet to push away several plastic bags and cans on the ground. He finally made a clean place for himself, but the faint stench kept drilling into his nose. As soon as he moved his feet, he suddenly felt something was wrong. When he lifted his feet, he found several thin threads on the soles of his shoes - he stepped on a chewed bubble gum.
"Fuck it! Fuck it!"
Rong Lixin uttered a few vicious curse words through his teeth. He was particularly displeased with everything he saw. He wanted to throw away his shoes directly, but when he saw the garbage and sewage all over the floor, he had to give up the idea and rubbed the soles of his shoes back and forth on the ground vigorously.
Dusk had fallen, and in the remote alley, the man no longer had the elegance and composure he usually pretended to have, and his evil deeds were exposed.
After venting for a while, Rong Lixin remembered that there were other people here. He looked up and saw the homeless man secretly looking at him. He immediately became even angrier and cursed: "What are you looking at! You fucking...you..."
Rong Lixin suddenly felt that the man seemed a little familiar. He lowered his voice and tried hard to recall. A name seemed to be right in his throat, but his memory seemed to be blocked and he just couldn't remember who he was.
His thoughtful look startled the homeless man. Rong Lixin wanted to see more clearly, so he couldn't help but take a step forward. This action stimulated the homeless man, who suddenly pulled out a knife and waved it, threatening in a hoarse voice: "Don't come over!"
Rong Lixin, who was pointed at by a knife, immediately raised his hands, but at the same time he finally remembered who that person was - he had only seen that look once.
"You, you are..." Rong Lixin, shocked, spoke subconsciously.
"Shut up!" The homeless man thrust his knife forward again, only a hand's length away from Rong Lixin's chest. Rong Lixin wisely shut his mouth, still looking at the other man with a look of doubt.
Like a frightened cat, the homeless man pointed a knife at Rong Lixin, hunched his back and retreated carefully step by step. When he reached a distance he thought was safe enough, he suddenly picked up a plastic bag on the ground, turned around and ran away quickly.
Rong Lixin let out a long sigh and sat down on the ground. He was lucky to have saved his life from the murderer, so he didn't care whether the ground was dirty or not. He wiped his wet face. In the hot weather, he was actually sweating all over.
The man's fingers trembled as he fished out his cell phone from his coat pocket. He finally found the number he had accidentally seen and written down. After dialing the number, he said in a trembling voice: "Captain Ouyang, I, I want to call the police! I just saw someone..."
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After Rong Yuan became famous, the laboratory in the warehouse seemed to be about to become a tourist attraction. People often went there to watch, and sometimes reporters would squat outside to interview him. So he basically never went back, and usually stayed in the room reserved for him in the factory. The guards were strict here, and people who entered without permission could only look at the steel gate and sigh. Some little girls took out the posture of chasing stars, painted their faces with uniform oil paint, holding fluorescent sticks and homemade signs in their hands, and waited outside the gate every day, just to occasionally see Rong Yuan through the gap in the iron railings when he came out of the room. Every time Rong Yuan appeared, they would burst into crazy screams.
However, the university was about to start, and Rong Yuan also had some things to pack. Zhou Yuan was sent over to investigate first. The girl hid in a corner of the wall far away and observed with a telescope for half an hour like a secret agent on an infiltration mission, then called Rong Yuan quietly: "There is no one here, I guess they all went to the factory!"
After all, Rong Yuan would not come, and there was not even a sunshade in the warehouse. Standing outside the door on a hot day, your back would be soaked with sweat in a few minutes, and several people would fall down from heat stroke in 20 to 30 minutes. After the initial enthusiasm passed, there were almost no people who were still stubborn and squatted in impossible places to wait for Rong Yuan.
"Then I'll go over." Rong Yuan put on a baseball cap and sunglasses, lowered the brim of his hat and said.
"Go ahead, go ahead—we are far away, haha."
Jin Yang suppressed his laughter and waved his hand. He found it funny to see Rong Yuan on guard. He was obviously a person who hated the hustle and bustle and the attention, but now he had to be fully armed even when going out like a big star. It was he who caused this scene, so he couldn't blame anyone. Now, checking the various speculations and concerns of Rong Yuan by fans online every day is Jin Yang's main form of entertainment. He knew that Rong Yuan would often get angry when he saw these, but every time he saw something interesting, he liked to share something with him, which made Rong Yuan so angry that he wanted to break up with him several times.
Rong Yuan gave a middle finger expressionlessly. When he turned to leave, he suddenly realized what he had done and said in silent disgust, "...you actually did such a vulgar thing!"
Jin Yang was also stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds he slapped the table and burst into laughter. Rong Yuan could hear his laughter when he walked to the stairs, and his face became even darker.
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Of course, it was impossible to go through the main door. Rong Yuan slipped out of the building through the side door, walked quickly to the wall, ran two steps, stepped on the wall and the tree trunk, and climbed over the wall lightly. The section of the wall he chose was very remote. Wandou had confirmed in advance from the cameras installed nearby that there was no one. Rong Yuan left immediately after landing. Jin Yang in the building saw him go out, tapped on the computer, and turned on the infrared intrusion detection system and alarm on the factory wall again.
In order to avoid people, Rong Yuan took a long detour to get to the warehouse. It was already completely dark, and there were hardly any people on the road. When he was about to reach the laboratory, Rong Yuan suddenly stopped.
There was a man sitting behind a tree on the side of the road, with his head down, doing something that made rustling sounds. When Rong Yuan approached, he suddenly jumped up in shock, and with a "clang" an object fell out of his arms and onto the ground, and a flash of orange light flashed under the dim light of the street lamp.
That's a knife.
The air was filled with the smell of blood.
Looking again, there was a shadow at the man's feet, and the outline looked like a person lying down.
