Chen Yiming touched the waistband of the trousers that was so dirty that the color could not be seen. He had seen countless young faces and dealt with countless boys aged 18 or 19.
Those were outlets for the chairman to take a fancy to and then throw away.
Chen Yiming is not a soft-hearted person, he is not, and he does not have a kind heart.
The person under the fingertips was not trembling, and his muscles were soft. He had been given drugs and had no ability to resist at all.
He was like a dead object, and the beating of his heart seemed to have disappeared.
But he was holding something, and his dirty finger bones were stained with blue. That was the only strong sign that he was alive.
A person walking in the dark needs something to hold on to.
I happened to have it in my hand, so I grabbed it.
Chen Yiming pulled the cloth from between his fingers, and what he saw was a piece of dirt that he couldn't tell what was what. A wave of foul smell rushed towards him. He closed his eyes and clung to it, as if he would be free sooner rather than later.
"Wait." Shen Ji said.
Chen Yiming thought the chairman had changed his mind. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Jiaobai's pale lips twitching in a very subtle arc that was full of sarcasm.
Two seconds later, Chen Yiming heard the chairman instruct a bodyguard, and the man quickly came back with a bucket of ice water.
Chen Yiming looked at Jiaobai again and found that the curve of his lips was still there. Chen Yiming felt a chill on his back. Sometimes, at a certain moment, he would have a weird idea, like at this moment.
He would suspect that Jiaobai knew the chairman better than he did.
Not only the chairman, but also other people, many people, Jiao Bai knows that he is like a...
The audience, who know the ending of this world, watch them perform one performance after another on the stage of life, whether successful or failed, regretful or enjoyable. Occasionally, they will make a comment or two, but more often they will say "ha, there is another show to watch".
Even if the audience is pulled onto the stage and assigned roles, they still feel out of place and are still on two levels from them.
“Wow—”
The cold water splashed on Chen Yiming's face. He came back to his senses and watched the chairman pour the entire bucket of ice water on the wild rice. He said with extreme disgust, "It's too dirty. Wash it."
Chen Yiming's thoughts returned to the previous question. Over the past year, even he felt that茭白 was different. The chairman had come into contact with茭白 many more times than he did, so it was impossible for him to have no feelings about it.
Even if that feeling is just an illusion, it is still frightening and terrifying.
People like茭白,
Such people...
Chen Yiming glanced at the茭白 lying in the water with its bruised and purple cheeks, and moved closer again.
Such a person has a dark life but a bright soul. It is normal to be noticed and attracted by him, to have your joys and sorrows aroused by him, and to become abnormal because of him.
Compared with the precious flowers in the exquisite sun room,
Born in wet mud without sunlight, growing in harsh environment, dry and prickly, and having experienced many blows of wind and snow, the reeds swaying are more likely to amaze the eyes and shock the soul.
"Assistant Chen..."
The sound escaped from the dry lips of the motionless Jiaobai.
Chen Yiming paused.
"Turn me over..." Jiaobai looked at him and said in a broken voice, "Don't do it directly... touch me first..."
He couldn't make any real sound, but just repeated the three words "touch me" over and over again in a weak voice.
Chen Yiming frowned, picked up the water chestnut, let him lie down, and put his hand on it.
Jiaobai was injured more severely than on the cargo ship. That time he was self-inflicted and the injuries were superficial. This time it was Shen Jixia, who was a typical dog-blooded man. He had no idea how many fractures there were in his body, his internal organs were injured, and he vomited blood many times.
Holding on with one breath.
It’s not a question of whether or not to protect the flower. That aspect is not worth considering. It’s just that the fire of life has burned out.
At this time, even if Jiaobai could not receive medical treatment, he could only lie still. He was in no way suitable to face the first storm of his life.
Chen Yiming might have just started when the茭白 died.
What's more, Shen Ji hasn't given Chen Yiming any assistance tools, so he has to force it.
Jiaobai lay on the ground, letting Chen Yiming touch his cold and pale back awkwardly through his wet clothes. His drowsy eyes looked in the direction of Shen Ji, and although he was not quite focused, he still did not close his eyes, just looked at him.
Once he dies, it will be like this, with his eyes open, and he will not close them.
The hatred in the young man's eyes was quiet yet fierce. He was lying on the concrete floor, as if covered by a mysterious veil.
The mess is covered up, the dirt is covered up, the rot is covered up, the fragility is covered up, and the morbidity is covered up.
Everything was blurry. Blurred and vast.
Several bodyguards looked at him.
The young man's wet shirt was lifted up a little, and his skinny back appeared under the light. There were bruises all over, big and small, covering his entire back bones and flesh.
The bruises ran up his waist, which was as thin as a piece of bamboo, crawled over his jagged spine, and rushed into his wet shoulder blades.
Just then, the lights went out and darkness fell.
The senses of several bodyguards were magnified. They were people on the edge of a knife, not homosexuals, and had no time for romance. The most they would do was spend money to find someone to relieve themselves. It was just a business deal, simple as that.
At this time, they smelled the damp fishy smell and thought of that back, which actually aroused their primitive desire for sadomasochism.
Before the few bailiffs could do anything, they heard their master say, "Get out."
They felt embarrassed as if their thoughts were seen through, so they quickly lowered their heads and groped their way out of the iron cage in the dark, retreating to a nearby place.
There was only a dying man left in the cage, a person forced to commit violence, and a planner standing on the edge of the cliff watching the show.
The planner and the dying man looked at each other. He held on to the arrogance of a chosen one, looking down on others, as if to say, I finally couldn't bear to let your self-esteem be shattered, so I'll clear the field for you.
I like you, bitch, after all.
The lights came on again. Jiaobai blinked his eyes, and the hatred in his eyes disappeared, and what emerged was a kind of...
A small person sees through the contempt and pity of a superior who is self-deceiving, self-satisfied and self-indulgent.
Shen Ji's masseter muscles were twitching: "Chen Yiming, don't do unnecessary work, start now!"
"Yes." Chen Yiming accepted the order.
Jiaobai's fingers curled up in the water suddenly clenched up and tightened. His neck, which was tied with an iron chain, raised up in pain, his eyes stared at Shen Ji, and a tear fell from the corner of his swollen eye.
Shen Ji seemed to have verified what the little man had seen through. His heart was cut open, and he frowned in pain. He turned off the light, took two steps back, and walked out of the cage without looking back. It seemed that as long as he was not watching or listening, it was not his fault. He did not want their relationship to develop to this point. It was all the dog's own fault.
Shen Ji was smoking in the dark.
A low hum came from the iron cage at the back.
The sound of the iron chains shaking violently came one after another.
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
There was no shouting during this time.
The dog was almost dying, and even though its intestines were stabbed out, it couldn't scream.
It was Chen Yiming’s first time to practice, and soon his voice was heard, as if reporting his work, saying that he had finished.
Shen Ji put out half of his cigarette and went back into the cage.
Chen Yiming was still sorting his clothes. The weather had turned cooler in the past two days, so he wore a coat with the zipper zipped up and resting against his chin.
Shen Ji stepped on a few dirty paper balls and walked towards Jiaobai, who was covered with a piece of clothing: "Are you still cheap?"
Jiaobai was still lying on his stomach, his breathing as weak as a candle in the wind that could go out at any time, his legs were spasming weakly, and his whole body was shrouded in the smell of blood and chestnut flowers.
Shen Ji looked at Jiao Bai expressionlessly for a while, and suddenly took off the clothes covering him.
In sight were his severely torn wounds.
"Chen Yiming!" Shen Ji seemed to have discovered the rebellion of his loyal minister. He flew into a rage and grabbed the empty bucket and threw it at him, "Why did you leave it outside?"
Chen Yiming looked at the chairman and for the first time couldn't figure out what answer he wanted.
"I want to leave that thing to the person I like," said Chen Yiming.
Shen Ji's anger stagnated for a moment, and he sneered: "You even slept with a bitch, and you still have this thought, you really don't seem like someone who has been with me for many years."
Chen Yiming lowered his head, and there was blood on the tissue he was using to wipe his hands.
That blood wasn't his.
Shen Ji threw away his clothes like some dirty thing, stood up and waved to the bodyguards: "It's your turn."
Several bodyguards quickly stepped forward and surrounded the battered young man on the ground. They held down his wet back, which was oozing with sweat, and clamped his twitching legs.
At this moment, Chen Yiming received a call and his face changed: "Chairman, this place has been exposed!"
As soon as Shen Ji stopped lighting his cigarette, he used his cell phone to make a call, and his face was covered with blizzard rain. The next moment, he smashed the phone and looked down at Jiaobai who was imprisoned by several pairs of hands: "Take him away!"
Jiaobai didn't fall unconscious for long. He woke up when Shen Ji was moving to another hiding place. A ray of sunlight shone on his eyelids, kissing the pain on his body.
It feels like being reborn.
It was already dawn. Jiaobai was carried by a bodyguard, and the back of his pants was stained with blood, which was dirty and disgusting. He looked back at Churi.
I tried hard to look back, and kept looking.
He didn't close his eyes until he was put into the car and knocked unconscious.
Shen Ji brought not many people with him, but not too few either. They were all his confidants. It took less than a day for his hiding place to be transformed from spacious and bright to simple.
Jiaobai moved from the back of one bodyguard to that bodyguard. When he was awake, he would look at Shen Ji.
Because Shen Ji at this stage made him feel happy and familiar. Qi Zizhi on the cargo ship was very similar to Shen Ji now. They both rose to the top smoothly and could not afford to lose.
This may be a common phenomenon among wealthy aristocrats.
When you are still in your mother's womb, you are superior to others, admired by others, born in the clouds, looking down on the world. Even if you fall from the clouds one day, you will find countless excuses to avoid your failure.
If you can't avoid it, then blame it on someone else.
This is a lost dog who refuses to face reality. This is the most common thing in melodramatic comics.
They could no longer stay in the small dark room installed with multiple interference shielding devices. The stray dog asked Chen Yiming to throw away the Jiaobai Buddha amulet. They kept moving to other places, and after changing several places, they finally stopped in an unfinished building in a remote township in southern city.
The wild rice lay on the damp and hard old wooden board. No one cared about him, which allowed him to enjoy the rare peace. The small dark room was equipped with multiple interference and signal shielding devices, which were carefully made for him by Shen Ji, and he believed it was absolutely safe.
The location of the small dark room was exposed because Shen Ji brought people there.
When there are more people, the chances of unexpected situations occurring are much greater.
Jiaobai never compromised or surrendered, so Shen Ji lost his limited patience and wanted to use his best tactics to conquer him.
As for the scumbag gong, the real kung fu is that one.
As for the bottom, after going through the life and death cycle a few times, he gets used to it.
My body no longer belongs to me, all my senses follow the scumbag, it's painful, but it's more than just pain. After a long time, if the scumbag doesn't come one day, I will feel empty and uncomfortable, and then I will laugh at myself, which is really pathetic.
The scumbag will be destroyed in seconds with just a slight touch.
On the one hand, she goes on a hunger strike and cries to despise herself, but on the other hand, she cannot help but cooperate and eventually falls in love with the scumbag. After being together for a few years, she still thinks that life is so short, they shouldn't torture each other for so long, how good it would be if they were together earlier.
No matter if it's a scumbag top and a scumbag bottom, or a cheap top and a cheap bottom, they conquer the other by starting with the body.
Old routine.
There was only one reason why Shen Ji failed, that was that the properties of茭白 did not match his.
This means that everything goes against the routine.
Shen Ji thought that it was jealousy that prompted him to touch Jiao Bai, but when Jiao Bai's eyes exposed his true colors, he had no choice but to take out his mother's portrait and use it as a mask to protect his face.
My mother died because of you, what qualifications do you have to wait for me to touch you in person
You deserve to be played with by my dog.
Thinking of this, Jiaobai closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep. The blood on his pants had dried and clumped together, which was the evidence of his rupture.
Damn it.
The essence of the task is to drink dog blood.
Every time a friend joins the group, he is thrown in by a wave of intense dog-blood shit.
Four more to go.
Jiaobai hugged himself tightly in his sleep. He had seen countless physically and mentally abusive stories. There is no most abusive story, only more abusive stories. His heart was made of diamond, which had been tempered through thousands of trials.
Thanks to his friends who pulled him into the world of gay comics in his previous life.
Thanks to those old melodramatic comics.
Thank him himself,
Still alive.
The sky is overcast, with dark clouds piled up one after another. An autumn rain is coming.
Next to the thatched roof downstairs, the bodyguards were squatting there smoking. Chen Yiming was among them. He squatted for a while and then sat down. He bumped into the bumpy dirt and moved uncomfortably.
It turned out that no matter where I moved it, it was not flat.
Just like Shen’s situation.
Chen Yiming patted the lime on his trousers. If the situation was different, and the chairman took Jiao Bai back to South City, or even arranged a similar death|escape|prison|lock, he would not be so cruel to Jiao Bai to that crazy degree.
The chairman doesn't like to cook raw rice, so he can ask professionals to bring professional tools to help teach him how to cook rice. He will never let more than one of his subordinates get involved.
But everything did not evolve in one day, but was a gradual process over the past year, and it can be said that there were no surprises at all.
The first time the chairman's life trajectory went off track was when he went to his son's rental house and forcibly took away茭白.
If we calculate objectively, we have to go further.
Jiaobai should have been like he was in Qinxin Garden for the past two years, submissive and without personality, and not worthy of the chairman's eyes. He shouldn't have changed his way of life on the night of "Di Ye" and refused to obey.
He gained a personality, and was the cause of the outbreak of a business war that had not been seen in many years.
The current situation is the worst. The pressure on the chairman is like clouds in the sky, piling up and about to burst.
High stress, poor sleep quality, lack of sleep, neurasthenia, neurasthenia, and worse sleep... The result of this vicious cycle was that he was only one subtle moment away from mental collapse.
The Shen family is not like the Qi family and the Liang family, which have a huge foundation. "Nan Shen Xi Qi" is not an adjective, but represents an inviolable status and power.
The Qi family and the Cen family joined forces, the chairman was prepared, and Chen Yiming also did enough work. Even if Qi Yilao woke up early, they were just a little surprised. The battle can still be fought, and there is still a chance of winning.
But they never expected that a variable would appear at this critical juncture.
The variable is still the young master of the Shen family.
He was just a freshman, had no exposure to business, and had no orthodox training as a successor, but he had an absolutely outstanding team around him, led by a great general named Tan Jun who provided assistance.
Chen Yiming was shocked by Tan Jun's understanding of Shen's business operations over the years. It was as if he had been lying dormant for many years and finally found an opportunity to help his master rise to the top. He pounced on the opportunity with unstoppable force.
The situation of the chess game was thus turned upside down.
Almost all the blows the chairman suffered were brought upon him by his son.
A loser who was born from drugging a lowly tea-picking girl at the bottom of society, who was never taken seriously by him, who could only fold dragonflies and draw pictures, and who relied on his genes to be favored by students at school, actually cooperated with outsiders to step on his head.
He really stepped on it.
Business is like a battlefield. The outcomes of losers are similar.
Chen Yiming glanced at the chairman standing on the desolate roadside smoking. Last year, he imprisoned Jiaobai in Shangmingyuan, and his son found the place.
At that time, the chairman knew that his son was employed by someone, but he did not take it seriously and casually tossed him aside without even a glance.
Overconfident and self-centered.
In the first half of the year, Chen Yiming still hoped that such a person would appear and help the chairman correct his fatal flaw. He thought that the person who might be able to do it was now lying upstairs, and was particularly tenacious.
When the chairman was 38 years old, his mother, who had protected him since childhood and helped him become the head of the family, died. His mother's family also tried to protect themselves at this time. One of his two old friends who he had known for many years was locked up at home, and the whole family closed the door and refused to participate, while the other broke up with him. His son, whom he despised, conspired with others to rebel, so he hid in the countryside and looked for the next hiding place. During this period, he also took his spoils, which he believed was the root cause of his life's collapse.
It is true that success is due to self-confidence, and failure is also due to self-confidence.
That night, Jiao Bai was awakened by a disgusting look. He opened his eyes and looked at Shen Ji who was squatting in front of him. He found that the other party had shaved, washed his face, combed his hair, changed his wrinkled clothes, and his whole state became relaxed.
Jiaobai sniffed the musty smell on the wooden board and thought that Shen Ji had already found a way out. He wanted to escape and go to a place where none of the forces could find him or where it was inconvenient for them to interfere, and then find a way to make a comeback.
Is there such a place? No.
Shen Ji was destined to be unable to escape. As the protagonist's father from a wealthy family, he was usually a stepping stone for the protagonist to enter the business world. Usually he would not retire on his own, as that would not show the protagonist's wisdom and scheming.
so,
Although the details of the business war are omitted in the comics, and it does not reveal how Shen Ji was defeated by Shen Er'an step by step, with only important supporting characters including Qi Shuang involved, the scene of Shen Ji's demotion is still explained in Shen Er'an's memories.
That scene seemed like...
While Jiaobai was still thinking, the clothes at the back were lifted up.
In this season, wet clothes tend to have a strange smell if they are not dried in the sun.
His entire body was dried up by his body temperature, and you can imagine what the smell was like. At this moment, Shen Ji leaned forward and rubbed his repeatedly injured tailbone with the tip of his nose.
It was as gentle as if she was treating a token of love.
Jiaobai thought, Shen Ji is crazy.
Then,
The wild rice spit out the water he had been given during his transition to a new hiding place, but now he spit it all out.
I feel both psychological and physical nausea, and I can't control it.
From the beginning of this comic until now, every time Jiao Baijin's old tailbone injury recurred, it was caused by Shen Ji.
Shen Ji can still express his deep affection in this place.
As expected, he is the standard configuration of a CEO with a black heart, black lungs and a shitty brain in ancient times.
My tailbone suddenly hurts.
Got bitten.
The tooth struck his bone fiercely.
Jiaobai was already extremely weak and could not stand the pain from his old injury, so he fainted from the pain.
Shen Ji picked up Jiaobai and turned to go downstairs. His steps were calm and his whole body exuded the confidence of making a comeback after escaping.
Chen Yiming, who was at the entrance of the corridor, went to meet him.
The helicopter is coming, and the chairman doesn't need to take many people with him. The role of an assistant is not as good as that of bodyguards at this time. The chairman will kill him before leaving, and he must let the other party know that he is still valuable.
After Chen Yiming expressed his loyalty, the corridor was so quiet that the only sound was the autumn wind.
Chen Yiming's back bent even more.
Shen Ji handed Jiaobai to a bodyguard and patted Chen Yiming on the shoulder: "You are an assistant of Shen's. If you stay, many people will offer you olive branches."
Chen Yiming said bitterly: "Chairman, please stop joking. I am your man. If I stay in Nancheng, I will not survive."
Shen Ji had no expression: "Even if you follow me, you may not be able to survive."
Chen Yiming said: "I believe in the chairman!"
Then he added: "The chairman has gone to another place, and you still need someone to work for you. I'm afraid someone with strong limbs and a simple mind won't be able to use it."
After the gust of wind passed, the corridor became even quieter.
Chen Yiming faced the cold and scrutinizing gaze from above and remained calm.
The person in power of the Shen family is no small fish or shrimp, and his network of contacts is unimaginable. Once he escapes from this situation, he will definitely be able to rise again and return to his original position.
"You really know too much." Shen Ji said something that didn't make sense. "How does it taste?"
Chen Yiming was stunned for a moment: "It's too dry, it hurts."
After a pause, he added: "It's all the smell of rotting wounds, it's fishy."
"I'm sorry for wronging you."
Shen Ji curled his lips and said coldly: "When things settle down, I will take you to taste something good and let you get rid of the shadow."
This meant he was asked to follow. Chen Yiming's tense back relaxed.
The helicopter appeared with Shen Er'an.
Jiaobai was carried by the bodyguard, the wind blew his bangs into a mess, and the hair kept brushing against the wound on his forehead. He squinted his eyes that were scratched by the wind. Just like the time on the cargo ship, the most melodramatic part was when the protagonist, top or bottom, appeared.
Now Shen Eran is here.
So, how will the next bloody scene be arranged? One of Shen Er'an's group was shocked by the pressure at the scene, and his hand shook and he shot at Shen Ji. Shen Ji used him to block it
As Jiaobai was thinking this, Shen Ji really pulled him off the bodyguard's back and held him in front of him.
The muzzle of the gun was pressed to his temple.
At this time, it was around 6:00 in the evening in September, and the sun was still setting. On the roof of an unfinished building, where the steel bars intersect.
A helicopter hovered overhead.
The wind blew over the heads of the two groups of people. The first of the two groups was a father and son.
Shen Er'an was wearing a blue pinstriped hospital gown with gauze wrapped around his head. He looked like he had just undergone a craniotomy not long ago. He looked pale and had several needle marks on his arms.
Very thin.
He has sharp features, dark and deep eyes, and is so handsome that he seems like a god from another time and space.
He stood among his men, holding a pen and colored paper, a gun in his hand, and still remained silent.
However, beneath that silence lies magma and blades.
The beast's first battle as an adult is against his father. The first blood his claws and fangs will ever stain is from his father.
Shen Er'an didn't look at Jiaobai, not even at him. He was staring at the man who could shoot Jiaobai at any time.
"I underestimated you." Shen Ji spoke first.
Shen Er'an said nothing.
"Why, you're still a stutterer? You can't even finish a sentence. How can you attend meetings and socialize?" Shen Ji hated Qi Yilao, and hated his son even more. A layer of mockery appeared on his sunken cheeks. "Qi Yilao helped you get to the top. You are just a puppet and a decoration of the Shen family."
All of Shen Er'an's men raised their guns.
It was a mature black technology team. Except for a few who couldn't use guns, most of them were all-round elites.
Only then did Jiao Bai understand what it meant for the protagonist of "Broken Wings" to be so powerful in the business world. If Shen Er'an took over earlier, his team would mature earlier, and everything would be complementary.
Jiaobai also remembered the scene when Shen Ji was deposed.
In the original novel, Qi Yilao did not participate in this dispute. It was Shen Ji who cooperated with Cen Jingmo. Shen Ji guarded against the newcomer in the business world, Cen Jingmo, and also guarded against other families who wanted to fish in troubled waters, but he did not guard against his son. Internal and external troubles.
There are no eternal friends or eternal enemies in the business world, and interests come first.
The Cen family and Shen Er'an cooperated to deal with Shen Ji. Once Shen Ji was gone, they would use Li Jue to deal with Shen Er'an.
This is the mall.
In front of Jiaobai's eyes were cartoons corresponding to this scene.
It was also an unfinished building, and there was also a helicopter. The difference was that it was not Shen Eran and others who appeared here, but the police.
Shen Ji was suspected of a major economic crime. The frame where he was arrested is stored in Shen Er'an's memory, in black and white. Next to it is Shen Er'an's psychological activities, and his pleasure in calculating his father.
As a boss for many years, there was no evidence on the surface. It was a trap, planned for a long time and tailor-made for Shen Ji.
Shen Ji did not go to jail, but after he came out, the Shen family had changed hands.
In the business war, Shen Er'an's protagonist halo is invincible, and this is not just a brainless halo.
Jiaobai glanced at the thin man standing on his left, Tan Jun.
"Ahem..."
Jiaobai started coughing, and he fell forward. Shen Ji, who was standing behind him, also moved his arm to ensure that the muzzle of the gun was always pointed at his temple.
"Son, tell your men to step back. Your good friend's body is fragile and he can't stay in the wind for long." Shen Ji said.
The curve of Shen Er'an's jaw retracted, becoming almost unnoticeable.
Shen Ji caught it, his hand holding the gun was steady, a cold and sarcastic smile appeared on his lips. Then he winked at the bodyguard.
The bodyguard understood and shot Jiaobai in the arm while everyone was not paying attention.
The wound is not a vital part, but it serves as a threat.
As expected, Shen Er'an made people retreat. His breathing became much faster, and the fingers holding the gun were shaking. He couldn't suppress his worry and panic.
Shen Ji saw this and couldn't help but sneer.
What use is a person who didn't climb up by real ability, and only dared to stick his head out when his father was careless, or was pulled up by others? A waste is still a waste after all.
The Shen family was able to prosper because of your father. Now your father doesn’t want it anymore, so I give it to you. Let’s see how you want to move forward.
Shen Ji pressed Jiaobai closer to the helicopter, and the feeling of victory was revealed.
Jiaobai was closest to Shen Ji and had been secretly observing his changes, so it was not difficult for him to sense it.
At this moment, Jiao Bai and Shen Er'an looked at each other, and he screamed at the loudest volume his body could produce.
"Chen Yiming!"
Chen Yiming, who was originally retreating, suddenly stopped. He took out something from his coat, lit it with a lighter that he had prepared long ago, and threw it into the air. The fire was so strong against the backdrop of the sky that people would subconsciously take a look.
Shen Ji was also a mortal. He turned his head reflexively and saw the portrait being burned by fire.
The old lady's face was facing him, as if she was looking at him and wanted to tell him something.
Shen Ji was stunned for only a second.
At that second, the young man with the best shooting skills in Shen Er'an's team shot him.
The gun was knocked away and Shen Ji lost his mind. Before he was controlled, he threw the茭白 in his arms out of the rooftop.
Eleven floors.
Shen Er'an did just as his father expected, he rushed forward regardless of life and death, regardless of danger, but he failed to grab Jiaobai's clothes, not even a corner of them.
Because Tan Jun stopped him in time and knocked him out before he got close to the edge of the roof.
The wild rice stem was falling, face up. In his hand was the Buddha amulet that Chen had reported to Shen Ji that he had thrown away long ago.
Shen Er'an's aura as the protagonist made him arrive faster than Qi Yilao, who could determine the location through the Buddha amulet tracker. This was normal.
The cartoon about looking at the sky with eyes open is bullshit, Jiaobai can't even open his eyes. He thought of Chen Yiming burning his portrait, and recalled the most painful time in the small dark room.
You don’t have to have the melon.
But you can't pick it by force, he will die.
He has held on for so long, he can't die, let alone die so miserably and without dignity.
It’s better to just commit suicide.
That won’t work either.
He has come this far, and he is asked to commit suicide? How can he be willing to do that
So, at that critical moment, Jiao Bai negotiated a deal with Shen Ji's loyal dog Chen Yiming.
Chen Yiming has been with Shen Ji for many years, and he has his own strengths. This is a well-known fact in the circle, and there are many people who want to poach him. But since he is in that position, it is impossible for him to change jobs. He either continues to be used by Shen Ji or dies.
But dogs also have hearts.
Chen Yiming's appearance when he appeared in the small dark room made Jiao Bai draw a conclusion that he was already tired and powerless after this confrontation and had done his best.
A subordinate who did not desert the battlefield and had done all that was wrong was still ordered by his master to touch a pool of rotten meat.
The last straw that broke the camel's back appeared.
Jiaobai used the straw to fan Chen Yiming. Shen Ji's situation was hopeless, but he was still young and had a way out.
Not only the fan, Jiaobai also asked Chen Yiming for help, using both soft and hard tactics.
That was one of the few times he asked for help from others. He wanted to let Chen Yiming know that he could still negotiate calmly in such a harsh environment, and that he would definitely survive.
Believe in him, follow him, and things will turn around.
Chen Yiming's master was on the road on the edge of the cliff, and so was he.
So they made a deal.
In fact, his plan had already been made since Jiaobai opened his eyes and looked at Shen Ji, letting him see the hatred in his eyes and using his silent resistance to attract the attention of several bodyguards.
That was before he had negotiated with Chen Yiming. He had no time to hesitate or think and had to race against time.
When did Jiao Bai talk to Chen Yiming? It was when Shen Ji turned off the lights and asked the bodyguards to go out.
A very short time.
Jiaobai put his lips close to Chen Yiming's ear and spoke in a whisper.
When the lights were turned on again, Jiaobai replaced the hatred in his eyes with contempt and pity, and pierced Shen Ji's self-deceiving illusion.
That tear was used skillfully and brought about the effect he wanted.
The sound of iron chains and low moans that Shen Ji heard were all acting.
The wild rice stem is the one that destroyed itself.
It has to be broken.
Shen Ji will check.
Chen Yiming was wearing a coat when he came, and there was a flashlight in his trouser pocket.
When Shen Ji returned to the cage, Chen Yiming had the flashlight hidden in his coat pocket, which was bloody. He zipped up his jacket tightly, which covered it up a bit, but it still leaked out.
The smell in the cage was too turbid at the time, and Shen Ji couldn't detect it, but his nerve endings had been stretched to the extreme.
As for the chestnut flower scent, Chen Yiming created it himself by smearing it on Zizania latifolia.
As a straight man, I don’t know how he can imagine to achieve that. It’s hard for him.
It was Chen Yiming who leaked the location of the small dark room. Shen Ji was in a state of confusion and could not find out who was behind it.
Jiao Bai was not surprised at the success of the plan. If he didn't know Shen Ji well enough, he wouldn't have used a car accident and a master's confession to get rid of the Shen family last year and prevent Shen Ji from pursuing his fault.
The reason he understood this was that he knew that if he really gave in, he would only die faster.
Especially for Shen Ji at this period, he needed to vent his inner despair by torturing him.
Jiaobai held on until this moment, then he closed his eyes and fell into darkness.
As an ordinary person, he has done everything he can, whether it is willpower or brainpower, he has tried his best and tried his best.
Next up…
Leave it to fate.
"ah!"
Jiaobai's clothes were scratched by the construction frame and he fell into the air. Before he could recover, the cloth was torn inch by inch.
Downstairs, several shrill sounds of sudden brakes cut through the slowly floating air flow, stirring up a cloud of dust.
The inflatable cushion that had been prepared earlier was dragged out by Qi Er and the others. Grandpa Qi asked them to bring it, saying that they should be fully prepared in case it was needed.
Qi Yiliao put his fist to his lips, coughed up blood and got out of the car. He was about to call A Zhen to lead people into the building, but for some reason his heart skipped a beat.
The next moment,
Qi Yiliao raised his head and looked upwards, and in his pupils he saw a rapidly falling body.
At that moment, he and Zhang Zhen grabbed the inflatable cushion at the same time and pounced on it.