My boss betrayed me

"Why?"

"The friendship between gentlemen is as pure as water." Li Yichen said, his eyes revealing firmness and sincerity: "If he makes a request to me, or I make a promise to him, we will both feel that we have insulted each other.

You businessmen can't understand this kind of friendship based on personality. From another perspective, since he is willing to lend me money, he is ready to take risks. If I fail, what's the use of writing a contract for him?

I can confidently say that as long as I ask, Xia Muchu will definitely help me."

"Well," the prosecutor said, "from your perspective. Have you ever thought about cherishing this friendship? Have you ever thought about what to do if you are unable to repay the money? Don't you care whether you are worthy of your friend's trust in you?"

In an era of rapid technological development and extreme material abundance, but people's spiritual world is becoming increasingly empty, the cultural industry has been shattered by the wave of commercialization, and poetry, an ancient and pure art form, has been marginalized and almost ignored.

Li Yichen, a young man with the dream of becoming a poet, was born in an ordinary family. He has a unique love and talent for poetry since he was a child, and once made a name for himself on campus with his poems.

However, after entering the society, he found that poetry could not bring him a stable income and life security. Faced with the pressure of reality, he had to temporarily put aside poetry creation and devote himself to busy work.

But his love for poetry has never died out, and Li Yichen has always been eager to find an opportunity to revive poetry. So he came up with the idea of ​​starting a business, hoping to support the development of poetry through commercial success.

He chose Yunyang Company, a company that seemed full of opportunities, but he never expected that there were many unknown secrets and risks hidden behind the company.

At this moment, in this interrogation room filled with a depressing atmosphere, Li Yichen was facing the prosecutor with a serious expression.

"How can I not think about it?"

Li Yichen sighed, and his whole body instantly wilts like an eggplant hit by frost, as if all the strength in his body has been drained away. (He secretly groaned in his heart, this problem really pushed him to a desperate situation, and he didn't know what to do.)

He paused for a long time, the long silence seemed to freeze time, and then he spoke slowly with great difficulty, "This is a problem that makes me rack my brains and my head is about to explode!

Before I borrowed the money, this thought was swirling in my mind like a storm; after I borrowed the money, it was like a demon that haunted me day and night, disturbing my mind. This question was like an unshakable mountain from beginning to end, pressing me to the point of suffocation and making me breathless.

Asking for money from others? Making this decision is even more difficult than climbing a steep cliff with bare hands. I really want to cry but I have no tears. I feel like I am in an endless dark abyss, without a glimmer of hope! "

At this moment, Li Yichen's heart was like being in a vast ocean raging with a violent storm, with the waves constantly hitting him, full of entanglement and helplessness. (He thought silently in his heart, how did he end up in this situation, what a trick of fate.)

He deeply understood that borrowing money was not only a helpless act in terms of material needs, but also a severe trampling of his self-esteem, just like exposing his most vulnerable soul nakedly to the public.

"Have you come up with any results?"

The prosecutor's brows were knitted together, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, he locked onto Li Yichen and shouted loudly. (The prosecutor thought to himself, what on earth is this guy hesitating about? He has to make me angry.)

At the same time, one hand tapped on the table quickly and vigorously, the rhythm seemed to be ringing the alarm bell of fate; the other hand fiddled with the pen in his hand casually but anxiously, as if waving a scepter that could decide life and death. "Don't drag your feet with me, just say it now!"

"Do I have to answer?"

Li Yichen asked back, his eyes wandering like a frightened deer, full of fear and anxiety, "I'm almost driven crazy!" (Li Yichen was confused, wondering what the consequences would be if he answered.)

The prosecutor nodded solemnly, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm, so depressing that it made people unable to breathe.

His body leaned forward slightly, like a hungry beast about to pounce on its prey. There was no look of relaxation on his face, but instead he exuded a terrifying majesty.

The other hand was clenched into a hard fist, and the knuckles turned pale due to excessive force, as if he was about to punch out and deliver a fatal blow in the next second. "Don't try to be tricky here. You must answer. There is no room for negotiation!"

Li Yichen was silent for a long time before he said, "Okay. I can tell you. But I have a humble request. I hope you can keep what I am going to say strictly confidential, because it involves my most private personal privacy."

As he spoke, he put his hands together, as if he was praying devoutly for the protection of the gods, his expression humble to the dust, "Please, please be kind!" (Li Yichen was uneasy and prayed that the prosecutor would agree to his request.)

"If it has nothing to do with this case, I can guarantee it."

The prosecutor's expression was as solemn as a stone sculpture, his eyes were so cold that they seemed to be able to freeze anyone instantly. He banged his hand heavily on the table, and the "bang bang" sound was like the roar of a war drum, as if venting his little remaining patience;

The other hand kept rubbing back and forth at his chin, and his body swayed from time to time, like a volcano about to erupt. "Don't play those shameful tricks with me, tell me the truth!" (The prosecutor was very annoyed and wanted to get things straight quickly.)

"Thank you."

Li Yichen trembled as he lit a cigarette and said slowly, "In fact, I had thought of suicide countless times before I borrowed the money. I am 100% sure that Xia Muchu knew what I was thinking, but he chose to keep silent just to protect my poor male dignity.

After all, this kind of deep despair cannot be resolved by a few words of comfort from others. I feel that I am an unrealistic and lunatic who dreams of becoming a great artist and poet respected and admired by the world.

However, I was born at the wrong time. This era only cares about money. Poetry and poets have been ruthlessly abandoned in the corner of the era. No one cares about them. I am an outcast of this era. Perhaps I should have belonged to the past full of poetry and romance.

As poets, only we can truly appreciate the elegance and profundity, embarrassment and helplessness of poetry. "

His voice was as low as a wail from hell, and his head hung weakly. He seemed to be abandoned by the whole world, exuding a loneliness and despair that penetrated deep into his soul. "I really can't get any help from heaven or earth. What kind of cruel fate is this!"

(Li Yichen was filled with sorrow and felt extremely desperate about his fate.)

While narrating these, Li Yichen's heart was filled with anger and resentment towards this era, as well as endless lament for his own tragic fate.