The Price of Rebirth [System]

His fingers paused on the black keyboard, Zhang Zhongji finally typed the last few settlement data after thinking for a few seconds.

Then he took a long breath, reached out and took off the rimmed glasses, lay back on the comfortable single-person swivel sand chair, squeezed the bridge of his nose to relax, then picked up the coffee cup next to the keyboard, and just about to drink it, he found the coffee in the cup It was already cold.

Frowning, Zhang Zhongji pressed the calling machine on the other side, "Didi—" After a few calls, he said lightly, "Willie, bring me a cup of hot coffee."

"Yes--."

After a while, after two knocks on the door, Willie, who was wearing a black secretarial outfit, walked in with a cup of coffee filled with a strong and mellow aroma.

"President, your coffee." Willie gently placed the coffee cup on the desk, but her flickering and cautious eyes looked here from time to time, with a hint of shyness.

With a slight smile on the corner of Zhang Chongji's mouth, he picked up the hot coffee that had just been brought in, and raised his eyebrows to look at her: "What's the matter, Willie?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Willie's face, as if she didn't expect him to ask this question, a girlish blush appeared on her cheeks, holding the coffee

Pan lowered his head and didn't dare to look this way.

"...A president without glasses has a completely different feeling and aura."

"Really." Zhang Chongji smiled nonchalantly, with the gentleness and elegance of the past, put on his glasses unhurriedly, took a sip of the coffee in his hand, and said lightly: "Pretending is just a way to cover up the real face."

"Huh?" Unsurprisingly, Willie was a little puzzled, as if she couldn't understand what the president said earlier.

Zhang Chongji didn't say anything, just smiled and handed her the document on the side with one hand.

"Print dozens of copies of this document and distribute it during the seminar tomorrow morning."

"Okay, President." Willy didn't ask any more questions, she took a few glances at Zhang Chongji secretly with her blushing cheeks, took the file, packed the cold coffee on the table before, and walked out of the office.

Zhang Chongji was lying on the revolving sand chair with a coffee cup in his hand, his fingertips slightly rubbing against the handle of the cup, turning in an arc, and the sand chair smoothly turned to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

Squinting his black eyes, Zhang Chongji propped up his chin with one hand, staring fixedly at the city scenery outside the window.

It was just the time to process some file data, and it was almost dusk before I knew it.

Busy traffic, red lights and green wine, crowds shouting, overly gorgeous billboards on unknown buildings, a certain star's album promotional song is playing on a huge and conspicuous city screen, and there is even a seemingly Celebratory fireworks.

Facing such a boring scenery every day, I am really tired.

"Jingle Bell--"

The melodious and clear ringtone of the phone broke the silence of the office for a while, Zhang Zhongji turned back to the sofa chair, glanced at the flashing button on the phone, put down the coffee cup and answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"President, the chairman of the He Group has something to ask for you, do you want to ask to meet now?"

Ah, the fish has thrown itself into the trap.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of Zhang Chongji's mouth, but there was no trace of sarcasm in the bottom of his eyes.

"Let him in."

"Yes."

Almost as expected, the man rushed into the office angrily, his suit was torn here and there, the tie that usually looked clean was already stained with dirt, and his originally rough face was flushed with anger. It was flushed red, and a pair of small eyes were even more angry, as if burning with hatred that devoured people.

"Zhang Chongji, what do you mean!!"

Almost at the first moment, he rushed up and grabbed Zhang Chongji's neckline, and his vicious tone made him chuckle.

"Mr. He, please be more polite." Gently taking his hand away, Zhang Chongji straightened his collar slowly, walked to the sofa and sat down, and poured a cup of hot tea from the teapot on the coffee table with his hand. "Isn't it your usual style to be knowledgeable and reasonable? What's wrong with your current appearance?"

"My surname is Zhang, do you have the nerve to say it? Do you know that I am about to face bankruptcy now!!" The other party unceremoniously threw a bill on the coffee table, "What about the shares and contracts that were agreed before? What the hell do you mean?"

"Hehe..." Zhang Chongji smiled lightly, pushed the cup of hot tea in his direction as if nothing had happened, and touched his chin, "Hey, did I have an agreement with Mr. He?"

"what?"

With slender legs crossed, Zhang Chongji raised his head, looked at the face that disgusted him ironically, and said every word.

"What if I just want you to go bankrupt?"

"you--"

"Mr. He, how is my mother's taste?"

"W-what..." He looked a little flustered, and retreated subconsciously.

"I got my mother's body, and got [-]% of the shares of the Zhang Group. I don't know how many nights I was going crazy with joy?"

He was shocked, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Zhang Chongji took off his glasses and threw them on the desk, his casual tone seemed to be talking about an insignificant matter.

"Thanks to your blessing, my mother was able to go to a place that shouldn't belong to her so early."

"No, Zhang Chongji...Listen to me...your mother's affairs don't care about mine...I was framed..." He hurriedly waved his hands, stepped back a few steps, tripped over a potted plant on the ground and fell to his seat on the ground.

"Don't care about your business? You're talking cleanly." With a sneer, Zhang Zhongji's eyes showed no warmth, "Isn't it you who caused my family to be separated and my parents to die? The respectable He Juyan gentlemen?"

Step by step, he approached, and finally grabbed his collar, and pressed him against the wall. Seeing his panicked expression, Zhang Zhongji smiled innocently.

"Mr. He Juyan, remember what I said before? You owe me, and I will double ask you to pay back."

"Zhang Chongji, you..."

"He Juyan, do you regret it? Well? No matter how much you regret it, you can't make up for everything I lost."

The seemingly calm Zhang Chongji gritted his teeth and said this sentence, but his eyes were full of storms.

"Hehehe..." Surprisingly, the other party suddenly changed his fear after hearing his words, and laughed in a low voice, his piercing voice was like rubbing glass, "Regret? Are you joking? "

Zhang Chongji squinted his eyes, but secretly clenched his hand holding the collar.

"That's what I did, how about it? In the end, your mother's taste is very good, she looks like that, I can't think that she can't see it like a lady... and your father always has a look on his face. The arrogant look, that face is disgusting, I was trying not to insult the eyes of everyone, but God has eyes, I killed him... And you, Zhang Zhongji, what do you think you are? Always You don't know how many nights I want to hold you down..."

"Shut up!" Zhang Chongji gritted his teeth and slapped him with his hands, but he laughed out loud.

"Having become angry from embarrassment? Tsk, this angry look is really beautiful..."

"I told you to shut up!!"

He wanted to slap him again, but he grabbed Zhang Chongji's wrist as if he had expected it.

"You think I'm stupid enough to be slapped by you again?"

"Let go—"

I don't know where He Juyan's brute force came from, and he pushed Zhang Chongji staggeringly in the midst of pulling, his smile twisted, his eyes stayed on the coffee table next to him, and the cruelty in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

Zhang Chongji followed his gaze, and saw the fruit knife he had put on the coffee table for peeling fruit.

Zhang Zhongji's eyes darkened.

The smile on the corner of He Juyan's mouth became more and more wanton. He picked up the fruit knife and walked towards Zhang Chongji leisurely.

"You'd better not do anything stupid." Zhang Chongji said coldly, but his body stepped back calmly.

"Stupid thing?" He Juyan sneered, "Now that my deeds have been exposed and my family property has been completely destroyed by you, it would be a stupid thing for me to let you go!"

"That's your fault."

Zhang Chongji showed no sympathy, and looked at him mockingly and mercilessly.

"You—" He Juyan was furious, but suddenly laughed, "Tell me, what will happen if the dignified president dies in his office?"

"You don't dare." Zhang Chongji's heart skipped a beat, but his tone was still cold and sarcastic.

He knew that this might anger He Juyan, but he also knew in his heart that he would never dare to kill someone with the courage of He Juyan.

"Don't dare? See if I dare!"

Speaking of He Juyan, he rushed over with a knife. Zhang Chongji was a little surprised that he would really plan to kill people to silence him, and his eyes were a little panicked.

Grabbing He Juyan's hand holding the knife abruptly, Zhang Chongji frequently dodged the profligate fruit knife, but still got scratched a lot.

This madman.

Zhang Chongji cursed in his heart, the pain from the scratch on his arm became more and more obvious, the person in front of him seemed to be going crazy to death, but he was gradually losing strength due to the continuous bleeding from the wound.

Damn.

While the two were tugging, Zhang Chongji was scratched frequently with the loss of strength, and his face became paler and paler.

He Juyan seemed to have noticed his abnormality, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his behavior became more and more intense, and finally he used the brute force of his body to forcefully knock Zhang Chongji to the ground.

Zhang Chongji groaned and slammed his head on the corner of the office table. Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen rushing to his brain. The liquid is still pouring out.

"He Juyan, you—" Zhang Chongji moved his lips, the pain in his abdomen made him unable to speak a complete sentence.

"I don't have anything to miss now, even if I die, I will take you all to hell!"

"Crazy... son..." Zhang Chongji spit out a few words intermittently, feeling a little dizzy in his mind.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The body became heavier and heavier, and He Juyan's crazy laughter, which seemed to be crying and laughing, all made Zhang Chongji feel ashamed and regretful.

Very unwilling.

He is so unwilling!

Looking at the distorted and disgusting face, Zhang Chongji's vision gradually blurred, and soon it was dark and unconscious.

After an unknown amount of time, when he opened his eyes again, he saw a dazed gray cloud.

Looking around, Zhang Chongji realized that he was floating in mid-air, and the feeling of floating without feet touching the ground was very uncomfortable.

"Is this... heaven?"

Zhang Chongji muttered, his consciousness a little chaotic.

Suddenly, a stabbing pain spread to the brain, Zhang Chongji hugged his head with a whimper, but the stabbing pain continued to spread from the temple to the whole brain.

"It hurts—"

Zhang Zhongji, who was half-floating in mid-air, was a little shaky due to the pain of wanting to turn over and roll over.

His back was covered with cold sweat from the pain, his lips had been bitten, and a faint smell of blood filled his mouth. Just when he was about to be unbearable, the inexplicable pain finally stopped slowly.

Zhang Chongji gasped for breath and held his head before recovering, when a clear and mechanical laughter sounded in his ears.

No, not in the ear, to be precise, it should be in the brain.

This realization gave him goosebumps all over his body instantly. Zhang Chong held his head uncontrollably and opened his eyes wide to look at the hazy clouds and mist around him, as if he could pick out a person from it.

"who is it?!"

[What an astonishing resentment. 】

"what?"

【You are not reconciled, are you】

Zhang Chongji covered his ears, but the sound still kept ringing, like polished sand and stone, making people uncomfortable.

"who are you."

【Hehe, the guard is still so strong even after death】

Am I dead? Ah, yes, I am dead...

Zhang Chongji recalled the scene before he died, and finally his eyes were red with anger.

【What a delicious obsession, you are very unwilling, right】

"Yes, I am not reconciled, I haven't let him pay with blood, how can I be reconciled!"

The voice in his head constantly stimulated Zhang Chongji's nerves, he was a little out of control, the scene of the tragic death of his parents appeared in front of his eyes, recalling the beast in the office before, he almost gritted his teeth.

【Do you want to be reborn? I can give you a chance】

Zhang Chongji was stunned for a moment, and he almost blurted out the sentence "Really?" but stopped abruptly, and then laughed.

【...Why, dare not? 】

"Why should I believe a strange thing? I don't even know who you are."

【Why do you care so much, is it enough to seize the opportunity soon?A chance for rebirth, a chance for revenge, isn't it? 】

Clenching his fists tightly, recalling the distorted evil face before he died, Zhang Chong could not calm down the resentment in his heart, but remained silent.

[You are really stubborn, well, I just fancy your resentment. 】

"What do you mean?"

【I am Chaos】

"Chaos?"

【According to what you people call it, it should be the main god】

【I live by eating resentment and resentment, the resentment in you is extremely great, it is extremely rare for me to meet】

"so?"

【I need you to complete three tasks for me, from now on I can eat your resentment】

"Is this the price?"

【Yes, complete the task, I will regenerate you, after the revenge is completed, I will eat your resentment】

"What is the specific task?"

[After you agree to this, you will know that no matter what the task is, you must agree to it if you want to be reborn, right? 】

Zhang Chongji frowned and thought about it for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Okay, I promise."