The train slowly stopped at the platform, the doors opened, and a pleasant female voice sounded over the radio:
"Passengers, this train has arrived at Shenhainan Station. Please take your belongings and wait to get off at the two ends of the carriage..."
Passengers with bags of all sizes poured onto the platform. A very tall boy, about sixteen years old, stopped, carefully checked the electronic sign, stretched his arms and moved his shoulders.
He was dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans, with a fresh and heroic look unique to young people between his eyebrows. His lean and smooth muscle lines were faintly revealed under his clothes. A basketball pendant and a pair of boxing gloves were hung on his huge backpack. People who passed by couldn't help but look back at him.
"I'm back again..." He murmured to the blue sky, "Shen Hai."
One hour later, in the financial district of Shenhai City.
The magnificent Baihe Group Commercial Building.
"Who are you looking for?" The receptionist thought she had misheard.
The young man calmly replied again: "Bai Sheng."
The boy's attire was out of tune with the business elites passing by, like a high school student who had strayed into society. The receptionist was a little confused for a moment: "But Mr. Bai Sheng..."
Mr. Bai Sheng doesn't come to work.
The young master is fascinated by philosophy and loves boxing. He claims that his most precious wealth is the fragrance of knowledge and the power of truth. The greatest business wisdom in his life is that he firmly chooses to stay away from business. Everyone in Baihe Group knows that he is preparing for the examination and is determined to become a civil servant.
The receptionist couldn't explain it, so she just asked, "Don't you have a reservation?"
The boy shook his head.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Bai Sheng is not in the company. How about you leave your name and contact number in this register?"
"Lend me your phone, I'll call him."
The receptionist was caught off guard: “Huh?”
"He blocked me to evade responsibility." The boy explained patiently, "Please lend me your phone and I'll call him."
After a moment of silence, the receptionist had no choice but to repeat the previous sentence: "Huh?!"
Not far away, Chairman Bai, who happened to be passing by a group of people, stopped and looked at them in confusion for a moment, then hesitantly walked forward and asked, "Classmate, what's your name?"
Several receptionists stood up: "Boss Bai!" "Chairman!"
The boy blinked in confusion, probably sensing a kindred spirit from the chubby chairman in front of him, so he politely replied, "Yang Xiaodao. A knife with a blade."
Chairman Bai nodded and asked tentatively, "What do you want to talk to our Bai Sheng about?"
Yang Xiaodao, carrying his schoolbag, turned around and faced the crowd of onlookers who were listening attentively. He seemed to have no idea how to start the conversation. After thinking for a moment, he finally said seriously, "Yes, something happened."
"He said he was my dad."
Chairman Bai: “Puff—”
Poor Chairman Bai was caught off guard and was struck by lightning again, almost having a stroke. He trembled on the spot for ten seconds before falling backwards with a thud.
“Chairman!” “Chairman, wake up!” “Chairman, hold on—” The crowd of onlookers immediately fell into chaos.
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That night, City B.