The flowers in the factory of rebirth are too fierce

After soaking in the hot spring for so long, all the blood vessels in his body seemed to be opened. Lin Zhiyuan returned to the room and fell asleep. The sleep was extremely sweet.

The next morning, Song Qin didn't show up, probably because he had been fighting with the two female college students from the art college all night last night.

Lin Zhiyuan and Geng Zhenbiao had breakfast in the restaurant of Hot Spring Villa. After just a few bites, Lin Zhiyuan's big brother rang.

Yue Yinan's voice came out from the receiver. His voice was urgent, with some excitement, and even a bit of sadness.

"Mr. Lin, have you heard the news?"

"What's the news?" Lin Zhiyuan was asked inexplicably, but he knew something big must have happened.

"Qiao Fei from Longteng is dead. He jumped off the building last night."

"Ah?" This news really surprised Lin Zhiyuan, and he was stunned.

"It happened in the middle of last night. Qiao Fei jumped from the top floor of the real estate building..."

Late at night, the unbearably hot Qiongkou finally felt cool. Qiao Fei sat alone on the rooftop of the real estate building. At his feet were a pile of empty beer cans and many cigarette butts.

Qiao Fei's white shirt was wrinkled, and his blank eyes were bloodshot.

He raised his head and drank the last sip of beer, then spit out the cigarette butt viciously.

The Qiongkou below was as quiet as a sleeping child, seemingly peaceful. No one could have imagined what kind of thrilling earthquake had occurred in this city and this island in the past ten days.

In less than two weeks, housing prices across Qiongdao have been cut to the knees. Two-thirds of the more than 2 real estate companies on the island have gone bankrupt or are close to bankruptcy. The remaining ones are just hanging on, and the end is coming. In front of you.

Banks, state-owned enterprises, and private funds are all crushed here.

Qiao Fei struggled like a trapped animal for more than ten days, but how big could his personal strength be?Can it resist the general trend?

The boss was completely disappointed with him, and every call he made was scolded more fiercely than the last time.

Qiao Fei could no longer see any light.

He knew that he was finished, completely finished.

Now, he is standing in the real estate building he bought last year for hundreds of millions. At that time, he was so smug and ambitious that he thought he had finally become the real estate king of Qiongdao, but now it seems that this is what a big joke.

Qiao Fei closed his eyes, opened his arms, and flew into the endless darkness like a bird...

The only way to apologize is to die!

******

After Lin Zhiyuan answered Yue Yinan's call, his mood became a little unstable.

He knew in his heart that he had to bear some responsibility for Qiao Fei's death.Although the reality of his past life and this life had tempered his heart like steel, Qiao Fei's death still made him sad.

This is the cruelty of the mall!Nothing less than a real war.

Geng Zhenbiao didn't know what happened, and he didn't dare to ask, so he could only accompany Lin Zhiyuan quietly.

Within five minutes, Lin Zhiyuan’s Big Brother rang again, this time it was Feng Gang from Belden Real Estate.

"Mr. Lin, have you heard? Mr. Qiao is dead. He committed suicide by jumping off the building."

Qiao Fei's body was discovered by sanitation workers early this morning. Soon, the news spread to the entire real estate industry in Qiongdao.

Yue Yinan and Feng Gang both heard this from their former colleagues in the Qiongdao real estate industry.

Lin Zhiyuan nodded numbly, "I just heard about it."

Feng Gang was frightened for a moment. If he had not withdrawn from Qiongdao wisely at that time, he might be the one who jumped from the building now.

After chatting with Feng Gang for a few words, Lin Zhiyuan hung up the phone.

Song Qin ran out in pajamas and a pair of slippers, "Zhiyuan, have you heard? Longteng's Qiao Fei committed suicide by jumping off the building..."

Song Qin was halfway through speaking, and when he saw Lin Zhiyuan's expression, he knew that he had gotten the news.

"Zhiyuan, you are awesome!" Song Qin patted his shoulder and said only these four words.

He knew that Hongye Real Estate sold the real estate building to Longteng Company before withdrawing from Qiongdao.

Song Qin took it for granted that Qiao Fei was killed by Lin Zhiyuan.

Lin Zhiyuan smiled bitterly and did not explain, because it was the truth.

Lin Zhiyuan was no longer in the mood to have breakfast. After saying goodbye to Song Qin, he drove back to Ge'an.

On the way back, Lin Zhiyuan was silent, and Geng Zhenbiao did not dare to say anything. It was not until he got off the highway that he thanked Lin Zhiyuan profusely.

"Zhiyuan, you also know what kind of person I am, Geng. I will remember this favor."

"Director Geng, don't be polite to me. I've already set up the line for you. From now on, you and Mr. Song can walk around often!" Lin Zhiyuan didn't ask a word about what he and Mr. Song were doing in the restaurant's private room. Qin said something, but judging from Song Qin's attitude, Geng Zhenbiao's matter should be close to ten.

After returning home, Lin Zhiyuan was in a bad mood all day.

******

When he went to work the next day, Lin Zhiyuan received a call from Che Jun, who told him another news about death.

Wei Wu will be executed today.

Shengtian No. [-] Prison.

Wei Wu, who was wearing prison uniform, sat cross-legged on the ground. In front of him, there was a glass of white wine, a bowl of noodles, a few leaves of cabbage on the noodles, and two vegetables, one was noodles mixed with oil and salt, and the other was roasted soybeans. .

Two prison guards stood opposite him.

"Wei Wu, this is what you want to eat, eat it!" Perhaps the execution was about to be carried out, so the prison guard's tone was much gentler than usual.

Wei Wu picked up the wine glass with trembling hands and took a sip. Then he grabbed a handful of oil shuttles and stuffed them into his mouth one by one.

After just one bite, he burst into tears.

His father died young, and he was raised by his widowed mother. When he was a child, his family was poor and could not afford meat. Only during holidays, his mother was willing to cut off a piece of fat meat and turn it into lard. It became the first delicacy in Wei Wu's heart.

The same goes for roasted soybeans. At that time, he lived in a bungalow and had to light the stove in winter, and the family couldn't afford snacks, so he would grab a handful of soybeans and roast them on the stove lid.

The roasted and fragrant soybeans became the paradise in Wei Wu's memory.

Later, when he grew up, he made a name for himself in Shengtian by being brave and fierce. He became rich, and his life was getting better day by day. He had not eaten oily shuttlecocks and roasted soybeans for a long time.

When the prison guard asked him what he wanted to eat for his last meal, these two dishes popped into Wei Wu's mind uncontrollably.

After eating a roasted soybean and chewing a fried soybean, Wei Wu's tears were like bursting from a dam and he couldn't stop them.

He thought of Qin Yong, who was fighting with him for territory. He cut off three fingers with a knife and kept rolling on the ground in pain.

He thought of the woman he was forcing, begging her hoarsely like a little white sheep to let him go, but he still pounced on her like a wild beast...

Is my life worth it?

Wei Wu drank up the white wine in his glass, wiped away his tears, and stood up.

A black hood covered his head, and the world suddenly became dark...