My boss betrayed me

On the streets of Rome, there are countless Japanese-made cars, and Japanese banks and supermarkets can be seen everywhere.

In comparison, the Gypsies seem to be always displaced and homeless, the Romanians seem to be always selling newspapers on the streets at the top of their lungs, and the Chinese seem to be always working hard in restaurants, silently cultivating the land and never complaining.

As a Longteng citizen, Nangong Yue has never been so eager and dreaming about the prosperity and strength of his motherland from the bottom of his soul as he is now.

That afternoon, Nangong Yue had just successfully completed her 2,000-word writing assignment and was lying leisurely and comfortably in the living room, listening to music as contentedly as a "free and easy immortal", when the doorbell suddenly rang.

She looked through the surveillance hole and saw that it was Fang Baiyun. She opened the door without hesitation.

Fang Baiyun walked into the room in a hurry and with big strides, threw his bag onto the sofa in a very handsome manner, and then quickly took off his leather gloves and leather coat.

At this moment, with melodious music echoing in his ears, he couldn't help but exclaimed excitedly: "'The Call', this is Mu Chu's favorite, it's absolutely amazing!"

"Of course!" Nangong Yue turned off the recorder with a snap, a smile blooming on her face, thinking to herself: "This familiar melody is full of longing for Mu Chu."

She began to say, "This tape has been with me all the way from Songjiang to Hanzhou, and then from Shengjing to Menfengkou. It is an old treasure with a long history. I deliberately put it in my arms when I went abroad this time. Whenever I miss Muchu, I will take it out and listen to it. The main theme is affectionate."

"I'm here today for two very important things." Fang Baiyun said with great joy and excitement as he took out a dozen Longteng Guoren publications from his bag, showing them off as if they were rare treasures. "These are all the latest and hottest publications from European countries, and I've brought them to you specially for your enjoyment.

Besides, I’m here to collect donations again.”

"Again, begging for alms?" Nangong Yue was surprised, her mouth opened as wide as if an egg could fit in it, and she secretly complained in her heart: "I have been in Rome for less than a month, and I have already donated twice." But she still widened her eyes and said, "Oh my God!"

Fang Baiyun showed an embarrassed look on his face, and he quickly explained: "The first time was to donate funds to the Roman Overseas Chinese Federation, the second time was for the Hope Project to help students in China, and this time is for the Spring Festival Gala.

Volunteering to join the Spring Festival event organizing committee means contributing both money and effort. This kind of super important event always needs passionate people like us to step forward and take charge. "

Nangong Yue suddenly woke up from her dream. Oh my god, the Spring Festival is coming again.

This is the second time she cannot be with her parents during the Spring Festival, and this time, even Xia Muchu cannot be with her.

Her heart was instantly broken, and the strong homesickness and longing for Xia Muchu rolled in like a surging torrent.

She was silent for a long time, thinking firmly in her heart: "This is all for our compatriots, we must do our best!" Then she said firmly: "This is all for the people of Longteng, we must go all out and spare no effort. We will do it as before, and you will have full authority to decide the amount of donation."

"I think you should just take 100 US Dragon Teng coins." Fang Baiyun said solemnly, "Fundraising is always a bit embarrassing. We are close friends, so you have to give us your full support."

Nangong Yue took out 100 US Longteng coins and handed them to Fang Baiyun without saying anything, and then said: "You came at the right time. If you are free tonight, I would like to ask you to accompany me to visit an old overseas Chinese in Taiwan.

Liuli accompanied me to the place three times, but was turned away every time. She said she would never go again, but I was determined not to give up. At this time, she kept saying to herself, "No matter what, I have to give it a try."

"Who is this person?" Fang Baiyun asked as curiously as a child.

"Mr. Shi Tianwen from the Barton Hotel."

"Him?" Fang Baiyun shook his head, his face as helpless as an eggplant withered by frost, and said, "Don't waste your time. Mr. Shi never accepts interviews. He is simply a 'peerless god who is extremely aloof'."

"This is an old man who should not be forgotten." Nangong Yue's expression was as serious as if he was holding a sacred and solemn ceremony, and he was filled with emotion: "Such a person, his story is worth recording."

She said, "My book may be finished perfectly in May, so I have to prepare for the next book in advance. I have only heard bits and pieces of Shi Tianwen's story, and every time I heard it, I was moved to tears and felt so sad for him.

If I could understand the story in detail and collect all the background information, I would like to write a documentary novel with a big action that would shock the audience."

There are many vivid and wonderful legends about Shi Tianwen in the Roman Longteng circle.

Some people say that he was once so majestic and arrogant, with a constant flow of people in front of his door, and his popularity was simply "bursting through the sky"; some people say that he was generous and righteous, often helping others in desperate situations, and that he was "chivalrous and courageous to the point of being worshipped";

Some people also said that he helped many Longteng people to apply for residence permits without asking for a penny, and that he was a real "living Lei Feng".

Back then, some people promoted him to higher positions and some people knelt down to express their gratitude to him.

However, when he fell ill and was bedridden and all his money was gone, he immediately became a lonely and desolate man who was ignored by everyone. The plot twist was faster than a rocket ride, catching people off guard and leaving them stunned.

"Writing about Shi Tianwen is absolutely readable." Fang Baiyun said incessantly, "But now there is a very difficult problem, that is, whether Mr. Shi is willing to receive you. I have been in Rome for several years, and I have heard that many people went to interview him, but all returned empty-handed.

You have to carefully consider the cultural background here, and don’t step on landmines by accident.”

"But he is first and foremost a human being, a Longteng citizen." Nangong Yue's voice trembled with excitement, and a strong determination ignited in his heart: "No matter how difficult it is, I will try to dig out his story."

She said, "Shi Tianwen lived in Britain and had no official background. I wanted to analyze this old man in depth from the perspective of his personality and explore the depths of his soul."

Fang Baiyun said: "If that's the case, you can definitely write about Mu Chu's sister Xia Lingxue. Isn't her story very touching? Maybe it will become popular all over the Internet and become famous all over the country!"

Nangong Yue replied: "If I were to write about Sister Ling Xue's deeds, even if it was true, it might be distorted and easily cause misunderstandings. I don't want to bear the blame."

"You are about to graduate successfully from Mu Chu's school." Fang Baiyun smiled and continued, "Okay, I'll go with you to try your luck.

However, you have to accompany me to the fundraiser first, so that I don't have to come back to pick you up, saving some trouble and gas money."