My boss betrayed me

He felt like a shining pearl buried deep in the dark soil. His talent was ruthlessly buried and his ideals were crushed by the cruel reality. The loss and helplessness were like an extremely sharp double-edged sword, piercing his soul mercilessly again and again.

"But I won't give up!"

Li Yichen suddenly raised his head, his eyes emitting a determined and stubborn light, as if the faint candlelight that was about to go out in the darkness suddenly burst into a dazzling light. "After repeated thinking and struggle, I decided to fight to the death in the end. Maybe I can become the master of my destiny and become a hero that everyone looks up to.

I borrowed money to seek a glimmer of hope for poetry to survive in this cold world. When it comes to borrowing money, the first thing that comes to my mind is failure. I have already made the worst plan. If my career does not improve and my business fails miserably, then I will die to get rid of this painful life.

I will state in my will that my four unpublished poetry collections, totaling more than 500 poems, along with all my poetry-related manuscripts, will all belong to Xia Muchu. This is my insignificant reward and compensation to him. This is the only thing I can do. "

(At this time, Li Yichen was thinking that he had to fight no matter what and couldn't just give up like this.)

At this moment, he had a vague and illusory hope in his heart, but was tightly entangled by the deep fear of failure.

He knew very well that he was making a thrilling gamble, betting on a future full of unknowns and variables, and he was also mentally prepared to face the most tragic ending.

"Are four poetry collections worth 150,000 Dragon Coins?"

The prosecutor frowned, like two bottomless valleys, and asked with the corners of his mouth slightly turned down. His expression seemed calm, but in fact it was full of doubt and contempt. (The prosecutor thought disdainfully in his heart, how much can his few crappy poetry collections be worth?)

At the same time, he folded his hands in front of his chest and crossed his legs, as if he was examining a worthless and despicable piece of trash. "Don't fool me here. How is this possible?"

"This is my incompetent, helpless, or rogue side, if you must understand it from the profit-seeking perspective of a businessman."

Li Yichen felt a strong sense of anger at being ridiculed, but he did not hide it and said.

He took a deep puff of his cigarette, his brows knitted like a knot that could not be untied. "Regarding the commercial value of these four poetry collections, if I unfortunately pass away, the situation may be different. But the premise is that I must have left this world by suicide.

I was confident that I had a small but insignificant reputation in society, at least in the literary world. In fact, Liu Dongyang asked me to do advertising and sales precisely because he saw this point.

If I were really gone, the literary circle might be stirred up a little by my departure, and the commercial value of my poetry collection would be increased due to this short-term news effect.

Speaking of the artistic value of these more than 500 poems, I think it is definitely not something that can be measured by a mere 150,000 Dragon Teng coins. Otherwise, my life would be too miserable and desolate!" (Li Yichen was furious and felt that the prosecutor did not understand the value of poetry at all.)

A trace of contemplation flashed across the prosecutor's face, and he slowly said, "Since Xia Muchu is willing to help you, why don't you just use the money to publish the poetry collection? Why do you have to go through such a big and confusing circle?"

As he spoke, the prosecutor shook his head slightly, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement, as if he was trying to explore the most obscure and mysterious corner of Li Yichen's heart.

One hand kept fiddling with the pen in his hand, while the other hand gently pulled at his collar. "I can't figure out your bizarre idea no matter how hard I try. It's too weird!" (The prosecutor was very confused and couldn't figure out what Li Yichen was thinking.)

"Excuse me, given your so-called professionalism and insight, I am extremely disappointed with the question you just raised."

Li Yichen shook his head, his tone full of helplessness and indignation. "Relying on others to transfuse blood to survive and relying on others to help you build hematopoiesis to survive, can this be the same thing? Maybe the word "borrowing money" is just a piece of rag to cover my shame, a piece of paper so thin that it is almost transparent.

But this seemingly fragile piece of paper supported my little remaining dignity. I can accept help from others, but I can never accept pity that is like charity.

What I wanted was to borrow money, earn money, and repay the money in a dignified way. At least I thought of the last way to compensate others. "

(Li Yichen was filled with dissatisfaction with the prosecutor, feeling that he could not understand him at all.)

The prosecutor asked suddenly, "What evaluation did Xia Muchu give to the project you are leading the research on?"

His eyes instantly became as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to thoroughly dissect Li Yichen's inner world.

He leaned forward unconsciously, his shoulders slightly raised, "Don't play tricks on me, answer honestly!" (The prosecutor was eager to get the answer.)

Li Yichen was stunned for a moment, looking at the prosecutor with a confused look in his eyes, "What did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly." (Li Yichen panicked and didn't hear the prosecutor's words clearly.)

The prosecutor had no choice but to repeat his original words, while his eyes never left Li Yichen for a moment. His expression was serious and focused, like a cold sculpture examining a criminal.

His fingers were still tapping lightly on the table, and his legs were shaking unconsciously. "Wake up and stop playing dumb here!" (The prosecutor was getting more and more impatient.)

“That question doesn’t apply.”

Li Yichen said, "Xia Muchu knows almost nothing about this project, how can he give an evaluation?"

"You said he knew almost nothing. Does that mean he knew something?"

The prosecutor raised his eyebrows, his eyes revealing eagerness and urgency, as if he was eager to find the key clues from Li Yichen's answer.

He crossed his arms over his chest, leaned back slightly, and kept changing the position of his feet. "Don't beat around the bush with me. Tell me the truth!" (The prosecutor thought to himself that he must get useful information out of him.)

Li Yichen said, "There must be a reason to borrow money, so I naturally wanted to introduce my idea to him. But he was not interested in my introduction. He just said to me, you are not the kind of person who easily asks others for money. As long as you see the right thing, just go for it boldly."

The prosecutor asked, "When was the second time you borrowed money from Xia Muchu? What did you talk about?"

Li Yichen replied, "I called to ask for the second loan because I saw in the newspaper that his fiancée's manuscript was sold for more than 800,000 Dragon Teng coins, so I knew he had money. I don't remember the exact time, but it was probably October last year. He said he was going to Songjiang and passed by Hanzhou.

After we met in Hanzhou, I learned that he went to Songjiang to borrow money to raise funds for his fiancée to go abroad. I was very embarrassed at the time, but 50,000 Dragon Teng coins didn't affect him much. We met at the airport, and after he gave me the money, he sent me to the long-distance bus station, and he had to rush to buy a train ticket.

We spent about half an hour together, chatting about topics such as Longteng Country’s cultural market and the direction of literary development, because he was interested in these things.”