GBT Chapter 94

Jiao Bai woke up, Qi Yi Liao had left at some point, and the doctor came to check on him again.

The door to the ward was half-open, and Jiao Bai caught sight of Chen Yiming outside, not knowing how long he had been standing there.

Jiao Bai didn’t immediately let Chen Yiming in. He spoke with the doctor, answering questions cooperatively. After the doctor left, Jiao Bai still ignored Chen Yiming, who was looking into the ward, and called Qi Er in to get him food.

The food wasn’t from the hospital cafeteria, nor was it prepared by Aunt Liu, but rather made by Zhang Zhen in the company’s kitchen. It was preserved at room temperature, and someone was sent over at the right time to deliver it.

Zhang Zhen didn’t even trust Aunt Liu, who had watched him grow up.

Qi Er raised the head of Jiao Bai’s bed. “Young Master Bai, we really can’t drink today’s seafood soup anymore. Brother Zhen won’t scold us for throwing it away, but the key is his emotions…”

Qi Er hesitated. Those few traitors not only disappointed the boss to the extreme but also dealt them a significant blow.

After so many years of sharing life and death, unexpected to find outsiders among the brothers who joked and fought together, playing dirty tricks on them. It was like the heavens were slapping them in the face.

The boss grew up in the Qi family, following Master Qi. He retained a contradictory childlike innocence in such an environment, his fists were ruthless but his heart wasn’t. Everyone could understand that he was sick this time. They could also respond with frankness and pain when the boss looked at them with guarded, scrutinizing eyes.

The painful point wasn’t because they were being suspected, but because of the boss’s post-traumatic stress disorder.

It was said that it would last a lifetime, only able to be alleviated, not eradicated.

Qi Er drooped his thick, dark eyebrows, looking at Jiao Bai pleadingly.

“Alright, I’ll drink it,” Jiao Bai said.

“Aye!” Qi Er busily set up the small table. After the boss was betrayed, Master Qi conducted a major internal cleansing, leaving behind only absolutely trusted confidants.

He stood out through layers of assessments and was assigned to the feeding job. He didn’t know how envious the other brothers were.

Because this job could prove the boss’s trust and recognition of him.

Qi Er scooped a spoonful of rice and vegetables, bringing it to Jiao Bai’s mouth. “Ah.”

Jiao Bai opened his mouth. He was already used to Qi Er’s infantile feeding method. Yes, used to it, he tugged at the little yellow duck bib in front of him!

“Chen Yiming,” Jiao Bai called out, “come in.”

Chen Yiming outside the ward breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the door open to enter. His partner was Jiao Bai, and the promised things in the agreement could only be fulfilled by Jiao Bai. Qi family and Zhang Zhen wouldn’t care about him.

This autumn, many people felt like they were living years in days, including Chen Yiming. He had been locked up in a low-grade small hotel near the hospital, watched by two Qi family members. This was a good thing for him.

With the Qi family around, Shen Ji’s enemies couldn’t touch him.

The premise was that Jiao Bai was still salvageable.

If Jiao Bai died, Chen Yiming would die. No agreement would have any effect.

Chen Yiming was afraid that Jiao Bai wouldn’t survive, so he occasionally inquired about him from the people guarding him. He probably knew how many surgeries Jiao Bai had undergone and how many times he had been rescued.

Unable to go out, and cut off from contact with the outside world, Chen Yiming was very passive, and all he could do was wait. He thought he wouldn’t hear news until winter.

Unexpectedly, at the tail end of autumn, he heard that Jiao Bai’s condition had improved and that he wanted to see him.

As soon as Chen Yiming entered, he heard Jiao Bai ask, “Where’s the flashlight?”

He wasn’t surprised that this question was the opening line, so he was relatively calm. “It’s with Chairman Qi.”

Jiao Bai quickly swallowed the shrimp in his mouth. “How did you give it to him?”

Chen Yiming scratched his brow. He had followed Shen Ji for many years, and his accumulated experience had become fixed. His methods of doing things were all to cope with Shen Ji’s ways.

According to Shen Ji’s style, if a favorite person was forced to use a flashlight, he would definitely stuff the flashlight into that person’s mouth and do it himself.

Afterward, he would throw the bloody flashlight on the ground and make the person lick it clean.

Chen Yiming had seen Shen Ji do similar things. He couldn’t remember exactly how many times, but the most recent time was when he punished Zhiyi. Shen Ji beat Zhiyi’s face, which resembled Jiao Bai’s at a certain angle and caused his mother’s death, with a golf club, smashing it to pieces, and stuffed the cosmetics he usually used to transform himself into Jiao Bai into his mouth.

At that time, Zhiyi was beaten beyond recognition, and Shen Ji held his head down, forcing him to lick the cosmetics.

Zhiyi was dragged to the cemetery and bled out before he could finish licking.

Chen Yiming was present throughout the entire process.

Therefore, when transferring the hiding place, Chen Yiming found a bag to pack the flashlight, in its original state.

That day, the battered Jiao Bai was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, and Chen Yiming was also taken into the car. On the way, he explained his cooperation with Jiao Bai, including the flashlight incident.

Qi Yi Liao was vomiting blood, and Zhang Zhen was crying. He didn’t know how much they had taken in.

At the hospital, Jiao Bai went into the operating room, and Qi Yi Liao and Zhang Zhen followed. Chen Yiming was at the corner of that floor, with several people watching him.

Chen Yiming smelled the hospital’s unique scent of death and rebirth and suddenly woke up. Qi Yi Liao wasn’t Shen Ji. His revenge wouldn’t involve a flashlight.

Probably.

Chen Yiming wasn’t 100% sure, after all, there were many sick patients among the gentlemen of the upper class. Psychologically or mentally.

Qi Yi Liao was a representative of the gentleman group, always gentle, refined, and approachable, rarely angry. Who knew if he had any deeply hidden quirks.

If Qi Yi Liao brought up the flashlight, and he had lost it, where would he find another one?

Because of that little bit of uncertainty, Chen Yiming ultimately didn’t throw away the flashlight but washed it clean with the hospital’s hand sanitizer. Qi Yi Liao was a germaphobe, he knew that.

When Chen Yiming appeared outside the operating room, took out the flashlight, and explained what he had prepared, he was glad that he hadn’t thrown it in the trash.

Because when Qi Yi Liao walked away with the flashlight, the veins on the back of his hand were frighteningly bulging.

Perhaps the former chairman of Shen Corporation was now living a life where he had to eat a flashlight every day.

“When did you give it to him?”

Chen Yiming heard Jiao Bai’s question, and he collected his thoughts. “The night you fell down the stairs.”

Jiao Bai’s face was full of surprise. “Zhang Zhen knew?”

Chen Yiming said, “He was there.”

Jiao Bai frowned, looking at the mushrooms in the soup bowl. Those two didn’t mention a word.

Negative emotions were like mold growing in the heart. Speaking it out, exposing it, letting it see the light, it would disappear.

Holding it in, the mold would only get thicker.

Okay, that was the principle, but people couldn’t always do it, and neither could he. Those who could achieve having no mold in their hearts were gods.

Jiao Bai glanced at Qi Er, who was holding the spoon, glaring at a piece of pumpkin as if it were his father’s murderer. “You go out first.”

Qi Er’s bitter hatred disappeared. He covered the food and warned Chen Yiming with his eyes. Qi Er even made a throat-slitting gesture to Chen Yiming when Jiao Bai wasn’t paying attention.

Chen Yiming straightened the cheap jacket he bought from a street stall for 50 yuan for two pieces. Since his boss, Shen Ji, failed to escape, he hadn’t worn a suit again. All the clothes were provided by the Qi family members monitoring him. He had been transformed from a workplace elite into an unemployed vagrant, in every sense of the word.

The ward was filled with the aroma of food. Jiao Bai adjusted the bib in front of him with a stinky face. He leaned against the headboard and asked Chen Yiming to feed him a few sips of water.

Chen Yiming fed him, and he expressed his belated sigh to this ally of his. “You’re really ruthless to yourself.”

Jiao Bai saw incomprehension in Chen Yiming’s eyes, not understanding how he could be so indifferent to himself. That was wrong. He could be cruel to himself, not because he didn’t care about himself, but exactly the opposite, he did so because he cherished himself.

Cherishing this hard-won chance at rebirth.

Jiao Bai died when he was about to embark on a new starting point in life, just about to touch his dream. Heaven knew how much resentment and regret he had.

He was able to activate his personal account to become a player because of the dual burst of survival will and dream-building belief, which showed how much he wanted to live.

“I want to say thank you,” Chen Yiming said again.

Jiao Bai waved his hand.

They looked at each other, and both understood.

At that time, if it hadn’t been for Jiao Bai’s persuasion and guidance, Chen Yiming would have endured the disgust and completed the instructions issued by his boss. The moment Jiao Bai was found would have been his death date.

If Jiao Bai had died in the iron cage, and his body had been discovered, no matter where he had escaped to, he would have died.

Or they had reached an agreement, using the flashlight as an aid, Jiao Bai had Chen Yiming come, promising him “It’s okay, the body is my own, you can do it, I won’t blame you, and I’ll explain it to my brother,” he would still die.

Because he was mentally unwell, nervous, inexperienced, and wouldn’t have known how to control his strength, possibly causing Jiao Bai to die midway.

Even if Jiao Bai had left a breath in his hands, it would have been useless. He wasn’t sure whether Qi Yi Liao would blame him, but Little Shen Dong and the skilled mental patient wouldn’t let him go.

Jiao Bai living was the premise for the storm to subside.

Chen Yiming had repeatedly thought about this in the small hotel during this time. He hadn’t followed in his boss’s footsteps, his hands and feet were still intact, and he could eat three meals a day. It could be said that he had survived entirely because of Jiao Bai’s support.

“Mutual success, I guess,” Jiao Bai guessed what Chen Yiming was thinking and said pretentiously.

Chen Yiming: “…”

“You had someone call me over to fulfill the promise?” Chen Yiming saw that Jiao Bai didn’t mention it, so he actively brought up the matter.

Jiao Bai didn’t answer but asked, “Haven’t changed your mind?”

Chen Yiming nodded.

Jiao Bai asked again, “You really want to use Qi family resources to break away from this circle, change your name, and go to a small place to find a job you like and start a family with a girl you like?”

“Yes,” Chen Yiming said with a straight face, very firmly.

“As an assistant, you’ve already climbed to the highest position, seen the highest scenery that profession can see, it’s normal to be tired of it,” Jiao Bai said with understanding on his lips, but complaining in his heart.

Chen Yiming had seen through the world and was willing to disarm and return to the fields, firewood, rice, oil, and salt, with peaceful years? Bullshit!!!

It was just that he had offended too many people over the years working with Shen Ji, and couldn’t be sure that the next boss he found could protect him, always protect him, so he wanted to take the opportunity to withdraw.

Anyway, he had enough money to spend, and his life was important, so it was better to avoid the limelight first, and then see how things went in a few years.

Time passed by the minute and second, and Chen Yiming noticed the abnormality. He took out the sharpness he had accumulated in the workplace. “You want to break the contract?”

“What if I do?” Jiao Bai grinned, showing his little tiger teeth.

Chen Yiming’s face was full of anger at being played, but he didn’t take any action. He couldn’t do anything.

“You’ve done many evils, you’re trash,” Jiao Bai sneered, “But one thing is one thing, you did help me.”

Chen Yiming didn’t look relieved. He knew that this topic wouldn’t end so easily.

Sure enough, Chen Yiming heard Jiao Bai say, “You go see him.”

It was self-evident who this “him” referred to.

Chen Yiming’s face changed.

Jiao Bai said in a questioning tone, “Assistant Chen, why do you have that expression? It’s been so long since the incident, shouldn’t you go see your master and let him see that you’re safe and sound?”

Chen Yiming: “…” Jiao Bai wanted them to have a dog-eat-dog fight.

Jiao Bai closed his eyes. Ever since he slapped Shen Ji twice in City B and realized that that was all there was to it, he had been too lazy to settle the accounts on the small notebook one by one.

The small dark room trip made him deeply understand that to take revenge on Shen Ji, one had to be thoughtful, use one’s heart, and couldn’t be violent. That would only make him feel happy. Physical pain alone couldn’t crush his arrogance. A domineering CEO was a domineering CEO to the death.

“How did you used to call him? When you go, still call him that.” Jiao Bai didn’t even have the energy to act, and said weakly.

Chen Yiming couldn’t help but twitch his eyelids. For someone who had been the head of a family for many years, only to have his power seized by his own son, being called “Chairman” again was too ironic, like a joke.

“Oh, right,” Jiao Bai said, “Search for news about Shen’s press conference on your phone, let him see his son, he must miss him too.”

Chen Yiming was speechless.

“And the video of the banquet that night.” Jiao Bai thought and added. He smiled at Chen Yiming, “There were reporters following, right?”

Chen Yiming said with a straight face, “Yes.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” Jiao Bai couldn’t hold on any longer. He asked Chen Yiming to lower the head of the bed, lay down, and said, “Buy another flashlight like that, put it in your pocket and take it with you.”

Chen Yiming paused. Judging from the previous points, Jiao Bai’s method of retaliating against people was all about stabbing the heart, not violence.

Why now…?

At that time, Jiao Bai said in the iron cage that he wanted to buy a large flashlight. Chen Yiming only thought that he was venting to give himself strength.

Did he really want to do that? Or did he want him to do it? Chen Yiming was a little resistant.

“What are you thinking? I’m not asking you to feed him that thing. I’m a person, he’s shit, not the same,” Jiao Bai chuckled, “I want you to tell him how you cooperated with me, don’t leave out any details.”

“Remember to record when you go, if you perform better, you’ll have more choices for the small place you can go to,” Jiao Bai said with a fake smile. “I’ll have someone take you to see your master, Assistant Chen, I’m counting on you.”

Chen Yiming turned and walked out. Qi Er outside the door quickly came in, leaned in close to Jiao Bai’s ear, and said, “Young Master Bai, Master Qi is over there.”

Jiao Bai was about to ask “Where,” but before the words could reach his throat, he had the answer.

Qi Er whispered, “Master Qi hasn’t gone over there all this time, it’s only because your physical condition is better today that he went. According to the brothers over there, he answered a call halfway, and his face looked terrible, probably…”

“Probably related to the fact that the man named Shen harmed you,” Qi Er said his thoughts.

Jiao Bai pondered for a while and said to Chen Yiming, “Go in a few days.”

Chen Yiming agreed and left. People don’t act for themselves, heaven and earth will punish them. His former master had already fallen, and he had to find a way out for himself.

This conversation with Chen Yiming had exhausted most of Jiao Bai’s energy, and he chewed his food slowly.

Seeing that Jiao Bai was in low spirits, Qi Er took out his phone and opened the message sent by Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan had arrived at his residence, which was the house he rented with the band, converted from a garage, very trendy and large. He took a video and tagged Qi Er, who had added his contact information, with text.

-Old Er, show this video to my darling.

-When he’s discharged from the hospital, welcome him to come and stay.

Qi Er tapped on the video, his eyes glancing at the words “Old Er,” and his burly chest muscles trembled. “Young Master Bai, I really admire that you can become friends with Jiang Yan.” What he admired most was that Brother Zhen could also tolerate it. Maybe Jiao Bai didn’t have many friends, and Brother Zhen didn’t want him to be angry and sad.

“It all depends on fate,” Jiao Bai said, looking at the house furnishings in the video. A bold and unrestrained style came over him. Living there would make one feel relaxed and comfortable.

“Not watching anymore,” he said.

Qi Er put away his phone. “Then eat some more?”

“Eat,” Jiao Bai raised his chin. He had to eat. If he ate enough, he might be able to get out of bed sooner.

Before completing the task of repairing his body, his right arm and leg would have to be rehabilitated.

Not only was he disfigured, but he was also lame, damn it.

His ankle also had to have laser surgery. When he went, he would cover it with something.

As Qi Er fed Jiao Bai rice and soup again, in a dilapidated small yard in the western suburbs of the city, Qi Yi Liao kicked Shen Ji on the ground several times. He had changed out of his white shirt and was wearing his usual dark gray business suit. His tie was pulled off and wrapped around his hand, and his collar was open, revealing his rarely exposed neck and collarbones.

Shen Ji was kicked and lay on the ground, coughing up blood. “A Liao, you’re sending my son to the top, aren’t you afraid that he’ll treat you the same way he treated me?”

Qi Yi Liao kicked Shen Ji in the stomach.

“For the sake of knowing each other for many years, I’ll remind you,” Shen Ji revealed his bloodstained teeth, smiling strangely, “That son of mine inherited my genes, his possessiveness is innate, plus his world is pitifully barren, and he treats the few friends he has as precious…cough…um…”

Qi Yi Liao kicked him in the head. His hard leather shoes stepped on his constantly undulating, protruding spine, moving down casually, stopping at his tailbone, and grinding it again and again.

“Heh, seeing those monitors…” Shen Ji’s bloody lips curved into a contemptuous arc. He didn’t finish speaking when he was choked by a tie. The force lifted his head high, then slammed it down heavily.

“Bang” “Bang” “Bang”

The sound of his forehead hitting the uneven ground was rhythmic, revealing the last self-restraint of someone on the verge of losing control.

Otherwise, he would kill.

Qi Yi Liao dropped the soiled tie. He rolled back his slipping sleeves, smoothed back his scattered black hair, breathed heavily, his mouth filled with a thick metallic taste.

Those injuries on Jiao Bai’s body, ordinary people couldn’t completely tell how they were caused, he could.

Knowing was one thing, seeing the corresponding pictures was another.

On the way here, Qi Yi Liao received some surveillance footage that the people he had sent to search Shen Ji’s study had found.

The images were all…

A mouthful of blood surged into Qi Yi Liao’s throat. He bent down to grab Shen Ji’s hair and continued to press the other’s head to the ground.

First round, seventy times.

Second round, thirty times.

Third round, ninety-two times.

Fourth round…

Fifth round…

“Restraint”

Qi Yi Liao’s forearm muscles under his cuffs were tense to the point of twitching, tearing off a handful of Shen Ji’s hair.

“Bang bang” sounds rang out again.

That area had already been dyed a deep red by blood.

Zhang Zhen beside him was wearing boxing gloves and hadn’t said a word for a long time. Shen Ji had been sent to the west of the city by Shen Er An’s people for some time. It had always been them coming over to practice boxing and kicking. After they were done, they let the medical staff come over to check and make sure Shen Ji didn’t die, for future pleasure.

Third brother was here for the first time today.

What did Shen Ji say to provoke third brother? Zhang Zhen thought of a possibility in his mind, his breathing quickened, and his teeth chattered.

“It’s the surveillance video of the days when Little Bai was imprisoned,” Qi Yi Liao didn’t hide it from him, he couldn’t hide it, “I destroyed it.”

Zhang Zhen turned his head to find the iron rod, rushed over with scarlet eyes.

Qi Yi Liao reached out. “Give it to me.”

Zhang Zhen clutched the iron rod, his finger joints icy cold.

“A Zhen.” Qi Yi Liao called out, the bloody smell in his breath was heavier, his heartbeat slowed down, and the physical discomfort made his brow full of gloom.

Zhang Zhen’s hand trembled, he slowly handed the iron rod to third brother.

It was like handing over a weapon that could let him take revenge, and the hope of whether he could live or not.

Qi Yi Liao took the iron rod, raised it, and swung it down hard at Shen Ji’s tailbone.

Shen Ji didn’t have time to roar before he fainted in pain.

Qi Yi Liao dropped the iron rod. He pulled out a lighter and cigarette case from his suit pants pocket. This was his third pack of cigarettes today.

This autumn, the amount of cigarettes he smoked every day exceeded every previous year.

Qi Yi Liao lit a cigarette, the blood in his mouth was stained with the taste of nicotine, he closed his eyes, his throat squirmed, and he turned his head, his eyes falling on the grave in the small courtyard through the floating smoke.

That place was planted with low shrubs surrounding the grave.

Zhang Zhen picked up the iron rod, and when he found that third brother was looking there, his whole body stiffened, like a child who had done something wrong and was afraid of being reprimanded by his parents.

The grave had been dug last week, and inside was the urn of the Shen family’s old lady.

This week, Shen Ji was forced to eat, he had to eat a lot and excrete a lot.

The small yard’s dung bucket had been removed. There was no toilet, and it was bare, only the grave was surrounded by plants, which could be used to shield the dirt.

Shen Ji either excreted in an unobstructed place, or went to the plants near the grave. He chose the latter to block his excrement.

The grave was smelly.

A neurotic light broke out in Zhang Zhen’s eyes. His whole body was tense, and the medicine bottle in his pocket pressed against his leg muscles.

Qi Yi Liao smoked. “A Zhen, try not to come over here again in the future.”

The skin on Zhang Zhen’s cheekbones flushed with excitement. “Third brother, Chen Yiming said that Little Bai had a bucket in the iron cage to use… Why can’t I…”

Qi Yi Liao turned his head to look at him. “I’m afraid that if you come too often, you’ll get stuck in it and not be able to get out.”

Finally, he said, “Little Bai wants you to actively seek treatment.”

Hearing the second half of the sentence, Zhang Zhen’s thin shoulders collapsed instantly. Under the empty clothes, his body trembled, and the hand holding the iron rod loosened.

The iron rod “thumped” to the ground, and a small piece of dust splashed onto his shoes, intertwining with the blood stains on them.

That bloody color of the slaughter blurred a little.

Qi Yi Liao strode towards the courtyard door. “Connect a water pipe over here and water the ground in the yard every day, make sure the ground is rotten, rotten with mud.”

Zhang Zhen followed behind. “Okay.”

“Continue to inject the daily muscle relaxant,” Qi Yi Liao’s cigarette trembled at his lips.

Zhang Zhen took off his boxing gloves and shook his over-trained hands. That medicine was a modified version, which could not only prevent Shen Ji from committing suicide and resisting, but also allow him to walk back and forth to the grave and see his mother.

“Starting tomorrow, don’t give him food, starve him for three days,” Qi Yi Liao stepped over the threshold, “Three days later, send him three meals a day.”

Before Zhang Zhen could respond, he heard third brother say another sentence.

“Pour the food on the same piece of mud, don’t clean it.”

A few days later, when Chen Yiming went, he saw a pile of food that even pigs wouldn’t eat.

The unfinished food was mixed with the new food, and the temperature had been a little high recently. The taste was very sour and stinky.

Chen Yiming found his boss next to the grave.

The former leader of the Nancheng business world was sitting there, the hair that used to be waxed and combed back was much longer, like a savage. He was wearing a shirt and pants from a few months ago. You couldn’t see the color, and you couldn’t get close to him, the smell was too strong.

Chen Yiming took one step and vomited. He admired those who punched and kicked Shen Ji, how could they bear to get so close. Presumably, they covered their mouths and noses, and took a shower after they were done.

The former chairman of Shen Corporation was handsome and tall. Young boys and girls flocked to his bed one after another. At this time, he was dirty and ugly, and even the beggars on the roadside would pinch their noses and say “disgusting.”

Today was not like yesterday. There was a world of difference, everything had changed.

Chen Yiming really didn’t have the courage to get close. He stopped in a sheltered place and shouted, “Chairman.”

The body of the person facing away from him stiffened, and a handful of mud smashed over him.

Chen Yiming dodged.

This was the first time he had dodged in all these years of following Shen Ji.

The feeling was indescribable. Chen Yiming wasn’t so happy, after all, joining Shen Corporation was his dream, and becoming the chairman’s assistant was the most glorious moment of his life. He had received a lot of salary, benefits, and vanity. He just felt that life was a drama.

Shen Ji always had his back to Chen Yiming.

Chen Yiming thought that Jiao Bai made him come here, it was more effective than any revenge.

Look, even his former superior, who was high above and looked down on everything, wasn’t facing him directly now.

A dog who had been kneeling for many years stood up, but the master had become a dog.

What a shame this was for the master.

Chen Yiming scanned Shen Ji’s body from a distance. Jiao Bai didn’t ask for all the suffering he had endured back, but others didn’t think so.

After a while of scanning, Chen Yiming came to a preliminary conclusion. Shen Ji was not as miserable as Jiao Bai. At that time in the iron cage, Jiao Bai was not treated, but Shen Ji had received treatment here.

The Qi family wanted Shen Ji to live a long life.

Jiao Bai hadn’t told Zhang Zhen the whole story of the sins he had suffered last year.

Chen Yiming thought of the purpose of coming here, and turned on the recording, took the initiative to talk about his and Jiao Bai’s plan. He spoke in detail, revealing Jiao Bai’s complaints during the action.

As a senior assistant, Chen Yiming was very good at figuring out people’s hearts, especially his boss’s thoughts. Practice made perfect, he had done it for many years, and his memory was also strong, directly reciting that scene almost completely.

Shen Ji’s back hunched down, his breathing was heavy and chaotic, and the resentment of being played as a fool was crushed in his throat. He was like an old monster locked at the bottom of the sea, furiously raging in his powerlessness.

“This is the flashlight,” Chen Yiming threw the newly bought flashlight over, “I suggested at the time that as soon as you came out of the iron cage, I would report that your whereabouts were exposed, skipping the flashlight part. Jiao Bai said that it wouldn’t work, even if you were transferred to another place, if he was intact, not cracked, you would still have me or the bodyguards touch him. At that time, he wouldn’t be able to fool his way through.”

“Get out!” Shen Ji roared.

Chen Yiming would definitely have left in the past, but he didn’t move now. “Chairman, Jiao Bai has never been playing hard to get with you, it’s your personal self-deception.”

“Your original bed partners were lively and good at coming and going, but they didn’t dare to truly disobey your instructions, they were still infatuated with you,” Chen Yiming said, “You deceive yourself because you can’t accept that there is someone in this world who is not surrendered by your power, that after you spend your mind and go through a lesson, realize that you’ve been moved, and give the so-called privilege, he doesn’t respond to your feelings, doesn’t lower his neck to let you tear him, but still retains an independent personality, and is determined not to be your appendage. This is the reason why you can’t let go of Jiao Bai, and repeatedly do things that are not in line with your identity.”

After a pause, Chen Yiming said lightly, “To sum it up in an old saying, what you can’t get is always the best.”

Shen Ji seemed to have been chopped a few times on the spine, subconsciously refuting, “You understand what, I love him!”

Chen Yiming’s face twitched, and he shook out the words he had wanted to say last year. “Chairman, not every kind of possessiveness is love, some are just possessiveness over a toy pet.”

Shen Ji suddenly turned his head back, but turned it back halfway, his back coming with a sound, “In a relationship, love and sex cannot be separated.”

“Why can’t they be separated?” Shen Ji grimaced and frowned tightly, his dirty and smelly breath chaotic, as if he was lecturing to the world, giving the world answers.

Chen Yiming concentrated and listened for a while, summarizing it roughly as: It was normal socializing, acting on the occasion, and supporting a few people was for physiological relief.

At his level, as long as someone was fully functional, who didn’t support people, and this had nothing to do with emotions.

Chen Yiming wasn’t surprised to hear these things. Reasoning with someone who was extremely arrogant and conceited was like wasting saliva. Besides, he wasn’t here to be a teacher.

Before long, there was a commotion.

Chen Yiming’s phone played the Shen Corporation press conference video, and he turned the volume to the maximum. “Chairman, Shen Corporation has changed.”

In the video, the reporter was asking questions, and Shen Er An was answering. He was calm and composed, and didn’t stutter.

The interview manuscript was given to him in advance, and he was prepared.

Among those questions was content targeting Shen Er An’s stutter. The fact that it was asked by a reporter showed that he wanted to reveal his shortcomings to the outside world.

When Shen Er An answered, he said that he had hired a teacher and would correct it.

Therefore, a chairman with a slight stutter could still move forward, as long as he was willing to work hard.

The crown prince of the Cen family was young, and the new director of Shen Corporation was even younger.

Half of that land in the business world was given to young people. The addition of fresh blood would bring unexpected effects.

After the press conference video was played, Chen Yiming turned on the banquet video. He didn’t care what Shen Ji’s reaction was, and dumped out the manuscript he had written down and memorized like beans.

Those were all partners and friends who had been associated with Shen Ji for many years. They had all attended the banquet that night and expressed their positions to Shen Er An. Even Old Master Chu had attended.

Qi Yi Liao had also appeared. This was equivalent to standing on Shen Er An’s side, cheering him on.

After Shen Er An took office, he had come on strong, and there was a large flow of personnel in Shen Corporation, with a new batch of talent being injected.

The business chain that Shen Ji had operated for half his life had all become empty.

Shen Ji was lying on the bushes, his sunken, dirty black face crawling with twisted hatred and unwillingness, his whole body was twitching.

Chen Yiming put the phone in his pocket. “Chairman, many times over the years I wanted to tell you that being too confident is a fatal injury. You have this ending today, it’s all your own fault, and you can’t blame others.”

Shen Ji grabbed the bushes, swayed, stood up, and slowly straightened his injured spine to walk towards the small house. He had actually been reduced to having a lackey lecture him and express sympathy to him.

“As a son, as a father, as an old friend, as a sugar daddy, as a power holder, you are a failure, none of them are successful!” Chen Yiming raised his voice, every word carrying a blade.

Shen Ji’s spine, which hadn’t been straightened, was trembling. He staggered and plunged headlong into the stinky ditch in front of his feet.

A gray-haired rat escaped in shock. Seeing that the person in the stinky ditch was motionless, it swam over, jumped up, smelled it, and ran away in disgust.