I ran for president with scumbag money

Baal sat on a chair in his own cell, facing the door, surrounded by plaster gray walls that made him feel oppressed.

It is said that when a person reaches the end of his life, he will recall his life, and Barr is no exception.

Although he doesn't know whether this is the "end" of what he can do.

His eldest brother, Nathan Hawke, walked in, still holding his mobile phone, as if he had just talked to someone, maybe it was his good friend.

Nathan put the phone on the table beside him, then picked up the wine bottle on the table, and filled the two wine glasses.

Even though Netann's appearance is not as handsome as Kenan, nor as handsome as Barr, when they look at each other, they can still see that their eyebrows are exactly the same.

"Thank you for setting up such a game under father's eyelids." Naitaen pushed the wine glass to Barr, like a kind brother chatting with a naughty younger brother who got into a small trouble, "Can you tell me, you What did you talk to Leon about?"

Barr looked at him, unconsciously held his left wrist with his right hand, curled up into a ball, and didn't intend to move the wine glass.

The eldest brother, Nathan Hawke, is the person he is least willing to face in the family and has to face often.

Although it is private?born?As a son, Barr's childhood was like most children's, his habit of playing, making mistakes, being punished, and listening to his violent and afraid mother cursing his father and insulting her son.

One of the most memorable little things in childhood, when his mother was sitting on the sofa chatting with guests, he climbed onto the sofa and was fascinated by his mother’s hair. He felt that the hair was very beautiful, so he stretched out his hand and pulled it.

Maybe it was the wrong force, or maybe it disturbed his mother's train of thought, so she turned her head and slapped him severely, leaving him stunned.

There was no apology, no scolding, the mother just turned around as if nothing had happened, and continued to chat with the guest, as if she had just beaten away a fly.

Barr's face was in hot pain. He covered his cheeks and didn't cry, but he felt ashamed. The shame made his heart and face ache. He couldn't tell whether it was because of physical pain or mental insignificance.

Since childhood, Barr has been unable to develop emotions for others.

He looked at Naitan, thinking about why he did all these things. "Family property" meant nothing to him.

Even if he doesn't do anything, the share that should be given to him will not be less.

My father had said long ago that property would be divided according to the head.

Kenan has always had no concept of money, and Naitan wants to be a good "big brother".

For the sake of property, he might as well get married early and have a football team.

Get married, yes, Jessica.

He thought of that girl's face, lively, dazed, and smiling, as if everything around her had been quiet and at peace.

What if they were really together?

Can a gloomy person like himself really afford everything the other party wants?

When he grew up, he was going to return to the family. The night before he left, his mother came to his bedroom, stroked his hair, and said in a sweet voice: "I would have lived a happy life. If you left earlier or If you die."

Barr listened.

When he parted the next day, he hugged his mother and cried hypocritically, until the relatives of the Hawke family discussed whether to take his mother away with him.

In the end, he will get his wish, but his mother may not be willing.

When Baal came to the Hawk family, only his eldest brother, Naitan, welcomed him with open arms. Others, including his father, were either indifferent to him or despised him extremely.

He has long been accustomed to indifference and extreme contempt, but "welcome" is the first time he has encountered in his life:

Nathan ruffled his hair and said "Welcome home" affectionately.

From then on, he always felt that there was an evil aura about Nathan, and every gesture seemed to be a conspiracy.His closeness to his family is more of a show than anything else.

A gloomy heart has no passion in the first place.

"It's nothing." Barr smiled timidly at his elder brother.

Nathan listened, took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, relaxed his wrists, as if he was about to put the cup on the table, but the next second, the cup in his hand hit Barr's face hard, and let out a sound. "Bang"!

Then, with a heavy kick, he knocked Barren down to the ground with his chair.

Barr was lying on the ground on his back, two streams of blood flowed out of his nose, and for a while, Venus stared before his eyes.

Naita En stood where he was, with fierce eyes, and slowly rolled up his sleeves: "I kicked you not because you lied, but because you dared to beat your second brother regardless of brotherhood. If you I don’t want to be beaten again, so I sincerely apologize and say ‘Brother, I was wrong’, and I will still treat you as my younger brother.”

Baal blinked his eyes and did not speak. This punch reminded him of his mother's slap, and the long-lost shame came to his heart again.

"You don't say? Okay." Naita En nodded, his face was expressionless, and he couldn't see any anger at all. He bent down and stretched out his hand, grabbed Barr's slightly long hair, lifted his head, and looked at him coldly. , "Then I will regard you as a member of the Hawke family, but not my brother."

"Is there a difference?" Barr said dryly, moving his lips.

"Yes, a member of the family has to bear the responsibility, and my brother doesn't need it." Nathan said, with his hands hard, he smashed Barr's head on the ground, and then pulled his hair up, and Barr's forehead was suddenly bruised and congested. one slice.

"Our responsibility is to develop stably and keep this family going! Let our business go on! Let our capital go on! Let our honor go on! Have you ever slept among homeless people in rags? Do you know the smell of the water used to water the flowers in the park in the early morning? Have you ever wandered in front of a bakery hungry but dare not enter with empty hands? ? Rebellious? Are you worthy? All Tamar is full! You don't even know your own position!"

With this thunderous catharsis, Naita En's expression became more and more majestic, and even faintly revealed the shadow of his father.

When they were two or eight years old, Nathan Hawke and Oscar Kosa, like all young people, thought about what the world was like and how to make everyone live happily.

They are cynical and think that princes and generals are born equal, and that they should do their best to achieve the equalization of wealth and eliminate the gap between rich and poor.

Until he realizes it's all been a betrayal.

After putting an end to all that absurdity, Naitan returned to the family, and he was determined to continue to safeguard the interests of the family.

Gradually, a fear arose in his heart, worrying that his family would not have the same heart as him.

It was not what he wanted to see where the brothers were fighting for property like greedy and hungry wolves biting flesh and blood. In his heart, he always believed that only when the family members were united could they develop for a long time.

Therefore, he treats Kenan and Barr equally, and is dedicated to his responsibilities, and the care he should do will never be biased.

He had to teach Barr a lesson and let him figure out where the bottom line between brothers was. For this reason, even if he couldn't bear it, he could still be ruthless.

Nathan clenched Baal's hair tightly, and was about to continue to do it, when the younger brother who was pinned to the ground was already crying and shouting: "I'm sorry, big brother!"

Nathan hesitated for a moment, but Barr had already seized the opportunity, hugged his wrist with both hands, and hurriedly explained with tears in his eyes: "It was all Leon's instigation! He was the one who instigated everything behind! I..."

He glanced at Naita En secretly, and said timidly: "I didn't think about it before, it's just..."

Naitaen scolded with a straight face: "Lie! You still want to lie at this time..."

"Yes, yes!" Barr immediately grabbed the conversation, and hurriedly said in a crying voice, "I'm lying to you. I thought about it, I want you to look at me differently, but I never thought of any way It can really be realized, I can only think about it... until Leon appeared, he told me, told me... as long as I cooperate with him, he can help me! But he lied to me!"

Nathan bent his legs and squatted on the ground, with one knee on the ground, his body leaning towards Barr on the ground, and asked patiently, "What did you say to him?"

"I accidentally mentioned a word to him..." Barr choked up, "I said... said..."

Naita En's expression was stern again, he had already guessed the answer: "Did you say 'mine'?"

"I was wrong!"

Barr covered his face and wept bitterly.

He knew very calmly in his heart that this was a farce, and he was like a bystander in his heart, watching the farce with cold eyes, and tried his best to maximize the crying in his throat, the most sincere emotion.

He has no regrets, no annoyance, no joy, and he doesn't even really want to lie to Nathan, he is just doing what he is best at, an instinctive reaction he can make in any situation:

play.

"Sorry……"

"Okay." Hearing the sound of apology, Nathan helped him up, his tone improved, and asked, "What did Leon tell you?"

"He knows my past," Barr wailed, tears rolling down his cheeks, making his face dripping with water, "He said all pain started in the family, and so did my relationship with my mother, If I want to get back together with her, I have to destroy this place..."

Nathan let go.

He had long known that Barr had an overly dependent feeling for his mother, and the tears when they parted for the first time showed that after all, blood is thicker than water, and the blood relationship cannot be severed.

The dark room, the tears, the half-light spreading on the body...

Various scenes emerged, and Nathan closed his eyes, unable to blame him.

He doesn't have a mother, so it's hard to tell whether he will be more radical than Barr if he changes his position.

"You should see a therapist," he told Barr.

Barr knew immediately that he had accepted the explanation.

"I can make it up to you." Barr said quickly, "I will make it up, brother."

"No need," Naitaen immediately explained after refusing, "Father is very angry, you should stay here for a few days and reflect on yourself."

"Kleon..."

"I'll make him shut up."

Nathan picked up his phone and walked outside.

Barr sat on the chair again, lowered his head and wiped his tears, with a look of regret and remorse, but he kept thinking in his heart, how could a person like Nathan be deceived by such a lie:

Is this a new conspiracy?Or is the other party better at acting?

Netann is still a mystery to him.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he still has a chance to continue this game.

When the cell phone rang, Hines was sitting with John in the office of the head of the TV station. To be precise, John was just forced to sit in front of him, not daring to move.

This John Neeson, who is also the second-generation rich man in state A, can only tremble slightly in front of Hines at this moment, his puffy round face is covered with beads of sweat, and he dare not raise his hand to wipe it off.

"I think Leon should be here." Hines said, pursing his lips and looking out the window.

John took a deep breath, grimacing, wondering if he should nod.

Hines' purpose was not to have a meaningless verbal fight with Leon.

He just wanted to lure Leon from his "safe haven" to a more private place, and capture him in one fell swoop.

This "more private place" was eventually designated as John's TV station.

Only when he comes here, Leon will not be vigilant.

In other words, when Leon thought he could finally compete with him, Hines chose to tell him in the most straightforward way:

You are not worthy.

As long as Leon steps into the TV station, no matter what his purpose is, he will end up surrendering to Hines.

John trembled and raised his hand silently, like a primary school student who is afraid of the teacher's majesty and can't hold back his request in class.

Hynes' eyes turned to him.

"Can I go to the...toilet?" John said sadly.

"So that you can inform Leon?" Hines looked at him mockingly.

"Just take my phone away." John suggested bitterly, "I can't help it."

Seeing his pained face, his abdominal cramping, and the appearance that he will be overwhelmed in the next second, it is obvious that Hines has to choose between "let him go to the toilet" and "ask the bodyguard to bring him a jug" .

If it was Leon, he might have to choose the second one, but Hines pondered for a moment, then nodded to the bodyguard.

After the bodyguard checked John from head to toe, inside and out, when John was pressed out of the door, he heard the ringing of the mobile phone behind him.

If it wasn't his cell phone ringing, it must be Hines' cell phone ringing.

John hoped that it was Leon who made the call, and he hoped that Leon would take the initiative to find out what was wrong and not throw himself into the trap.

But the truth is, the call came from Netann.

The two enemies that Leon has met since his time travel are about to discuss the possibility of joining forces.

After being roughly pushed into the compartment, the bodyguards had no intention of closing the door, and they wanted to carry out the "surveillance" to the end.

It's just that when John started to discharge the stolen goods with the movement of "serial noises", the bodyguard with a normal respiratory tract finally couldn't bear it anymore and pushed the door of the compartment.

John took a long breath, then covered his nose subconsciously—even he himself disliked it—and then took out a thick bag from the toilet sink, unwrapped the layers of plastic wrap, and a small The communicable watch fell into his hand.

God knows how he came up with the idea of ​​putting a communicable watch here before, probably because he watched an earthquake survival by Master Bei, and decided to put the equipment with excellent communication and not easy to be damaged into the sink of the toilet in each cubicle, so as to be prepared Just in time.

Anyway, this is their product.

Anyway, he has money.

After sending out the warning message, John looked at the toilet with a complicated expression, then at the watch in his hand, closed his eyes, threw the watch into the pile of stolen goods, and pressed the flush button.

The effect is very powerful, all re-taken.

Feeling that the mission was accomplished, John was so calm and relaxed that he even knocked on the door panel and shouted at the top of his throat, "Which brother outside has a newspaper? You can't make it without reading Braille."

In the car, Leon straightened his white suit, and without Binny, he always suspected that there was something wrong with his attire: he never paid attention to this before, but after Binny explained to him the "how to wear a suit" , he no longer dared to be careless.

Just as he was pulling his tie knot and thinking about how to play, his phone rang, and a message popped in, from an unfamiliar number:

Hines is on TV, don't come.john.

Leon loosened his hand and pulled up the tie again. After thinking about it, he understood the general development.

The significance of replying the letter was obviously not great, and he turned to Oscar and said, "Stop, we won't go to the TV station anymore."

"what?"

"Heins is also there, I'm afraid we can get in but not get out." Leon explained.

If Hines had brought a bunch of bodyguards to surround him layer by layer, it was obviously impossible for Oscar to rescue him alone.

"Then what do we do now?" Oscar asked.

Leon looked out of the window and said calmly: "I see, if you have something to say, let's make a public statement."

"Are you joking?" Oscar laughed out loud, "We haven't even warmed up the venue."

"You can't say that." Leon also felt that it was very difficult, but his attitude was disapproving of this difficulty. "The plan can't keep up with the changes, and there may be obstacles that make people unable to achieve the goal at any time. It can't be because of obstacles. , and sealed his mouth."

"Okay, you've got a point." Oscar said shaking his head, "It's none of my business anyway, I hope you lose the election and help me."

Leon turned on the phone navigation and found a large square nearby.

It's just past two o'clock in the morning, the location is wrong, the time is not good, the temperature is even more scorching sun, burning eyes, there are not many people in the square at all.

Leon got out of the car under the blazing sun and asked Oscar to wait in the car. The latter didn't bother to bask in the sun, so he simply turned on the air conditioner in the car, covered his face with a magazine, and fell asleep on his back—Leon wasn't sleepy, he There are wounds that have not healed, but I am tired.

Leon wanted to protect the suit on his body, but it was a pity that no matter how he hid in the shadow under the scorching sun, the effect was not great. After a while, he was sweating profusely, so he took off the suit jacket and put it on his arm.

There is a venue in the square, but there is no one there. Leon wants to find a shop that sells loudspeakers, and there is no such cheap small department store in the commercial street.

He sat down on the edge of the fountain without spraying water, put one hand on his knee, and thought carefully about what to do.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket with the other hand and held it in his mouth, while he continued to look around.

Suddenly, Leon noticed a group of people wearing the same clothes and hats walking towards the mall, each holding props in their hands, as if they were going to build something.

Leon thought for a while, his eyes lit up, and he ran towards them waving.

When Oscar found Leon after resting for half an hour, he almost didn't recognize him.

The young man was wearing the employee uniform of the mall, which could not hide his temperament, and the employee hat did not cover his golden hair.

He was squatting on the ground with his sleeves rolled up, his white hands were holding a hammer to nail the boards intently, and when he looked up, his sea blue eyes were as clear and charming as sea water.

Several female staff took pictures with their mobile phones, whispering and laughing together, Leon turned his head and smiled at them, and the girls dispersed in embarrassment.

"What are you doing?" Oscar wondered.

"The mall is open, and they want to build a stage," Leon raised his hand and pulled his hat, and said with a smile, "I discussed with them, I helped them build, and they gave me a chance to use the stage."

The specific negotiation situation is of course not that simple, but Leon has the status of a "candidate" after all, and he wasted a lot of tongue and money, and he also moved out the advantage of the TV station, and finally persuaded the management to sell it once.

"Convinced." Oscar waved his hand, "I'll go to the mall to have a look, you take your time."

"Okay." Leon responded, and continued to focus on knocking nails.

Seeing that his act of standing on the sidelines was not protested by the other party, Oscar obviously failed to tease him. He stood there depressed for a while, and seeing Leon knocking on the nail, he said angrily: "Look what hammer you are holding, hey, I Come help me, young master."

"?"

Before the question mark on Leon's forehead appeared, the hammer had already been snatched away by Oscar.

Although he didn't know the reason why the other party suddenly wanted to knock the nails, Leon had no choice but to stand up and help the employees next to him move the props.

After working like this for more than an hour, the staff clothes were completely soaked with sweat, the trousers were covered with white ash, and his hands were stained. Leon stood up, and his eyes suddenly went dark. He shook and supported the shelf next to him. , until the darkness in front of him slowly receded.

Orthostatic hypotension.

Oscar obviously wasn't careful enough to notice Leon's condition, he was still standing there with his hands behind his back, watching with great interest how others set up the stage.

Leon went into the mall and bought two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice, thought about what Binny would do now, and secretly thought that he was really careless again.

So he drank the orange juice in one gulp, the sugar decomposed into the stomach for healing power, wiped his mouth, bought two or several bottles of sports drinks, and took them out to share with everyone who had just worked together.

It was the first time for everyone to see campaign representatives who could work together, and they got a small benefit, and the distance was instantly shortened. Some people wanted to take pictures, and Leon agreed to them one by one, but he asked them not to send them out now.

After the sports drinks were finished, Oscar, who stood watching from the sidelines, teased lazily: "You're good at buying people's hearts, aren't you?"

Leon just smiled.

If someone is willing to call such a trivial matter buying people's hearts, then he has nothing to say.

The person in charge came over and spoke very politely: "Mr. Morton, our construction work has been completed. According to the agreement, you can use it once."

Leon smiled and thanked.

At this time, it was two or two o'clock in the scorching sun, and the ground seemed to be evaporated by the sun.

The original tourists in twos and threes in the square also disappeared completely, and the staff happily returned to the mall to eat boxed lunches because they had completed their tasks. The popularity of the square was completely gone.

"I think your work is wasted." Oscar folded his arms and splashed cold water on the side.

"No." Leon said confidently, "I rented the live broadcast camera, and there will be records. Even if no one saw it at the scene, there will always be some people who saw it online."

Oscar couldn't help shaking his head, sometimes he really didn't know where Leon's energy came from.

Only Leon knew that he was actually very anxious.

He was worried that Hines would block him with strong means, or that he would be caught before he could make a sound, and he was also worried that something would happen to Binny, and even more worried that Edith would fall into Naitan's hands.

Every pile of piles means that I can no longer procrastinate.

Leon changed out of his staff uniform, took a quick shower with tap water, and put on the suit that was chilled by the air conditioner again, thinking about what to say later.

I just feel that there is a lot to say, a lot, but how much of it is exciting, how much can drive the audience, and how much can make others understand, so I think it is worth voting for him?

He was not at all sure.

The more I go forward, I just feel that there are too many things to say, but too little can be said clearly; there are too many worries, and too little can be expressed directly.

"How can I be as good as I want, but I want to be worthy of my heart." Leon recited this sentence in a low voice, but suddenly remembered a line that didn't answer this sentence at all, but was very appropriate at the moment, and couldn't help blurting out, "If, Am I ashamed?"

After all, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

A guilty conscience means that there is a problem with ability, but there is no turning back when you open the bow. At this point, even if the ability is insufficient, can the water that was thrown out be recovered?

He tidied up his suit, Shi Shi ran out of the door, and walked towards the stage that he personally participated in building.

Since early in the morning, the webcast room of the SY channel has been filled with idlers, who all swiped the barrage, expressing their desire to witness the scene of how Leon forgave Hines.

George also opened the webcast room early, clenched his fists, and his eyes were slightly angry.

During this period of time, he has done a lot for Leon, but if Leon's original intention was to get back together with Hines...then he and his companions, wouldn't they just be used?

He really didn't dare to think about the worst outcome, even if he was deceiving himself, he had to wait for a definite answer.

But the agreed time has passed, they still haven't waited for Leon and the familiar Master Bei.

"What's going on? Leon is scared?"

"Haven't started yet? Waste of time"

"11111111111111"

"hurry up"

"Could it be that the two have reconciled as before, leaving us melon-eating people aside?"

"It's so annoying, why haven't you started yet?"

……

The screen is full of protests and meaningless bullet screens.

Until a large red barrage flew out of the sky: "Look, Leon is in the live broadcast room of xxxxx!"

"Why is it a private live broadcast room? What about the TV station? They don't cooperate anymore?"

For a moment, the audience was full of doubts, but now is not the time to post barrage.

When some people still questioned, more people, including George, had already exited the live broadcast room to search for the number provided by the other party.

After seeing the familiar image of Leon, George's fist loosened. The timing was not so coincidental, the other party had already told the beginning, but there is always a way to watch the replay after the fact, or the recording and transmission of many early viewers.

There are still some sunburns on Leon's face that haven't faded, which doesn't affect his appearance in the slightest.He is talking to the camera, just like his previous speeches:

“…does the Internet have an impact on thought?

"Imagine, in this Internet era of information explosion, everyone can receive dizzying information. A person opens an article, reads ten lines at a glance, or directly looks at the title, extracts keywords, thinks it makes sense, when he closes the webpage, this This article has left an impression in his mind, and what he thinks makes sense will turn into his own ideas.

"But is this out of his 'intention'?

"They said, yes, yes, I thought about it, I think this article makes sense, it makes clear what I wanted to express but couldn't express, and I support it.

"But do you really, even take a moment to think about it?

"Instead of believing those articles, it is better to find a way of thinking that is more suitable for you, such as growth thinking, conceptual thinking, essential thinking, business-based thinking, system analysis, scientific thinking...or simply 'Whocares? Iamveryhappy.That'senough .'"

"But...that's not what I'm going to talk about now.

"What I'm trying to say is that the vocabulary you extracted from those articles is wrong.

"What you extract from the article is 'sadomasochism', 'wealthy family', 'poor little man', 'disappointment'... I stand here today and say that I am not that kind of person.

"I'm not a broken hearted person who cuddles into a pillow after being dumped by Hines, or a homeless bum who gets kicked out by him, and I'm not running for a fight in front of him. .

"I have no interest in his personal feelings, let alone how he reacts to me. I came to the election, and I will never mention him for my own sake-and this is not even related to 'hate'. 'It doesn't matter.

"He is the general representative of those things that I want to overthrow and eliminate. All the elements are unified in him just right. This is the fundamental reason why I don't forgive him: we have our own positions, and we can't go the same way at all.

"But——I know, you will definitely not be satisfied with these things. You will still make up your mind, and you will come up with many stories to complete and explain everything I said today. You feel uncomfortable and unhappy, because I actually said it so lightly nonsense.

"So, let me talk about 'Hynes', the topic you are most concerned about at the moment."

Leon smiled and said: "I don't know Hines Nost, so you may find it strange to say so. Seriously, I know him the same as you, through 'labels'.

"Purify this person and get words like 'handsome', 'rich', 'dominant', 'genius' and 'lack of love', and then many people fall in love with him and support him through these labels.

"Think about it carefully, what you support is not extraordinary people, but a bunch of 'labels'. When a person has many pleasing 'labels', no matter what he does, as long as he satisfies the desire for 'labels' in others' hearts Standards can be understood.

"For example, he has been heartbroken and no longer trusts anyone. For example, his childhood was gloomy and he didn't know how to love. For example, he... Sorry, I can't give too many examples. I haven't studied this area much.

"But the label is just a flat impression after all. What is his inside? I don't know, and neither do you. Only he knows best."

Leon looked straight at the camera and said: "Mr. Hines Nost, if you are interested, maybe you can take some time to answer this question for everyone? Apart from these labels, do you have anything else that others can understand? ?”

The bullet screen is brushed into a ball:

"What's going on? It feels like Leon... isn't very excited this time?"

"I want to get rid of the relationship with Hines, but it feels like I'm not trying too hard... So the old relationship is still there?"

"Hynes: I am the man who controls the lifeblood of the global economy—seems like this is enough?"

"That's all a mortal needs to know—by Hines"

"So what is it? After listening for a long time, I feel like I didn't get the point."

"Is this going around the corner? In fact, you don't want to answer us directly at all?"

……

Hines looked at these barrages coldly, frowned and said, "Turn them off!"

The bodyguard next to him raised his hand to touch the screen, and the bullet screen finally disappeared. Hines looked at Leon, and more importantly, the background behind Leon.

"Go to this square and bring him back," Hines ordered.

What Leon said just now had no effect on him at all, he didn't care about it, and he didn't listen at all, even if a few words touched his eardrums, they were just taken as deaf ears.

The bodyguards set off, and Heins was only thinking about whether he could solve the little trouble of 'Leon' in one fell swoop this time, but he saw Leon on the screen throwing him a difficult problem.

At this time, Leon took down the microphone and moved closer, and the sound reinforcement effect was tripled immediately: "If it is said that Hines wants to make up for the mistakes he made before, then I have some ideas.

"I think Hines' compensation should not only be for me personally, but for the whole country.

"After all, he is an entrepreneur with extraordinary vision, and the structure should not just stay on the individual.

"As he said, he is a loveless, lonely, violent, sympathetic person, and such a person is always withdrawn.

"If he's a lonely poor man, the cost is at most losing all his friends and not hindering society. But he is a rich man with power, so we conclude: I must not be the only one hurt by him!

"He stands at the highest position in business, and he must not know how many office workers under his name live a life of being oppressed and endangering their health; he stands at the highest position in the family, and he must not know how many people of the same race at the bottom, in the Struggling in a cruel life; after I left, he seems to have made many partners, who knows which one has been broken by him?..."

The terrain here is wide, and Leon saw a few black cars approaching from a distance, aggressive and unfriendly.

He took a deep breath, knowing that time was running out:

"So I suggest you, Mr. Hines, since you sincerely said that you want to make up for it, then integrate all the shortcomings and make up for it together!

"Here, I implore Mr. Hines Nost to show the sincerity of 'correct it if you know it' in everything.

"Improve the welfare of employees and provide protection to those employees who have been dismissed in this accident and have no way out in life;

"To stabilize the prices in the market, as long as you don't buy indiscriminately, you must promote the excellent quality of diligence and thrift.

"Donate a lot to charity, so that those who also lack love can get love;

"Say sorry to the lovers who have been hurt, and make financial compensation according to the situation. After all, you have given us a sweet dream.

"As for the other mistakes, Hines must know himself better than me, so I don't need to explain them one by one..."

After saying these words, the smile on Leon's face did not change at all. He was neither excited nor deliberate, as if he was sincerely helping Hines for free:

"When you're done, I believe that you don't need me to forgive you, because by that time, you have reconciled with yourself, and you will never feel uneasy conscience again!"

After a pause, he continued: "What you fulfill is not an apology to an individual, but a sense of responsibility to a whole group and to the whole society. This is in line with your status in a high position."

Many viewers figured out what it was like at this moment, and the barrage opened again:

"Meaning, all of us will enjoy the feeling of 'being chased by the rich'?"

"Upstairs thinking about peace? Why is this Yazi?"

"Substitute it, it's a bit cool, all the protagonists!"

"Hines has to cash in."

……

Several black cars were parked in the square, and a couple of people in uniforms quickly got out of the cars, each with a bad expression.

Leon admired their dedication to work despite the heat.

When the leader of the uniform approached him, Leon turned off the recorder, dropped the microphone, jumped off the stage, and strode away to the other side, the hem of his suit fluttering backwards like wings while running.

Seeing this, those people dispersed and chased him in a semi-surrounded state.

They have undergone professional training and are faster, and the distance between them is shrinking and shrinking.

Finally, Leon stopped, panting profusely with sweat, as if he had given up.

The pursuers approached Leon, and a car suddenly killed him from the side.