My boss betrayed me

Nangong Yue sighed helplessly: "Liuli, don't be so stubborn, this matter is really too complicated. I don't want to involve you. What if you are left alone?"

Liuli said angrily: "If you don't explain clearly, we can't be sisters anymore! You must give me an explanation today, 'Oli Gei'!"

The two men refused to give in to each other and remained deadlocked. The atmosphere was so tense that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.

After she tidied the room to her usual state, she began to think carefully about the original problem. Based on her understanding of Xia Muchu's personality, she could make at least three inferences:

First of all, the chief planner and commander behind the scenes must be Xia Muchu. This guy is a very thoughtful person.

Secondly, the 6 million scam would have been impossible without Fang Baiyun's participation. The mysterious executor was undoubtedly instructed by Fang Baiyun. Wang Long, Zhang San and others did not have such conditions and abilities, nor were they in a relationship that Xia Muchu could trust absolutely. There was a lot of water involved.

Third, after investing two million Dragon Teng coins to defraud four million Dragon Teng coins, after deducting the spoils from all parties, the money that fell into Xia Muchu's hands would not exceed one million. For such a small amount of money, he took such a huge economic and legal risk, and used such a great force to cause such tragic social consequences.

Xia Muchu would not do such a losing business. This shows that the scam of six million Dragon Teng coins is just an opening, a demand, and there must be a bigger conspiracy behind this scam, which is called "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."

So, what is Li Yichen's intention? What is he hinting at? Li Yichen uses this special method, using this kind of text that can only be deciphered by mastering the code. You can imagine how much thought he put into it. It can be said that he took great pains.

On the one hand, his conscience was tormented; on the other hand, he did not want to betray his friend, so he threw this difficult problem to me, hoping to use my special identity to achieve certain expectations.

There is no doubt that he betrayed Xia Muchu.

Although Li Yichen wanted to change the poor poet's predicament, although he strongly requested to engage in business, although he was sure to get a considerable amount of money, and although he and Xia Muchu had a special relationship... However, he still betrayed Xia Muchu and betrayed all the conspiracies and wealth that he was unwilling to face.

Now it seems that the letter was not intended to fulfill his personal dream of becoming a celebrity, but rather a petition, a petition submitted on behalf of the eighty-three victim farmers.

This is the real Li Yichen.

"So, has he never considered the consequences? Has he never considered how to face Xia Muchu in the future?" Nangong Yue asked herself. Suddenly, an ominous premonition came to her mind, and she tried to dispel this feeling.

However, all signs indicate that this premonition is not groundless, but is bound to happen.

As soon as this thought flashed through her mind, her heart suddenly jumped up to her throat, as if it was hanging in her throat. She subconsciously began to stare at the phone, slowly reaching out her hand, but as soon as she picked up the receiver, she put it down immediately.

She thought: If something bad happened to Li Yichen, her family might hear something. But she couldn't ask Li Yichen directly. Maybe the phone at home was tapped, and asking about Li Yichen would be a cover-up, which was too dangerous.

She thought for a while, picked up the phone again, and dialed her home number in Longgudui, Longteng Country. It was her mother who answered the phone.

"Mom, I'm Ayue." She said in a relaxed and cheerful tone, "Nothing else, I just want to tell you that Liuli had a safe journey. I have received all the things she brought from home. Please don't worry about me."

"Oh, OK, OK." The mother was relieved. Then she lowered her voice nervously and said:

"Let me tell you something. Li Yichen committed suicide in the house where he lived last night. He was found this morning. Many police officers went there. I heard that he shot himself in the head. It was a tragic death..."

Nangong Yue's brain exploded instantly, and her eyes went dark. She almost couldn't hold the microphone. She didn't hear a word of what her mother said next. She was once again stunned.

"Hey, Ayue, why aren't you talking? What's wrong with you?"

"How is it possible? How is it possible?" Nangong Yue tried her best to calm herself down and said, "Wasn't he fine a while ago? He even asked me to help him publish a book. How could he commit suicide?"

"Who knows? This person is so mysterious that we can't tell for sure." The mother sighed and said, "I feel bad when I heard about this."

Nangong Yue chatted with her mother for a while, then gently put down the phone. Her bad premonition turned out to be true. It was all like a nightmare, coming so unexpectedly, but it seemed to be destined. A poet disappeared in the blink of an eye, and his life came to an abrupt end.

She wanted to cry, but she had no tears. She didn't even have the strength to utter a single moan. All she felt was pain deep inside as if she were hit by a heavy hammer, stuffiness as if a huge rock was pressing down on her chest, and tears flowing silently like a flood.

The scene in Songjiang Detention Center involuntarily emerged in her mind, and Xia Muchu said to herself:

"Yi Chen is a person who is not pure in mind when entering Buddhism, and lacks the wolf nature when entering the business world."

When she thought of Xia Muchu, Nangong Yue's heart suddenly ached. Her feelings for him were like a tangled mess, which could not be cut or sorted out. His intelligence and vigorous and decisive actions had once made her fall in love with him, but now the various right and wrongs he was involved in made her fall into endless entanglement and confusion.

She knew that she loved him deeply, but this love became wavering in the quagmire of reality, full of fear and anxiety.

She was in a trance and returned to the Red House Restaurant in Longgudui. Li Yichen pushed his bicycle and said self-deprecatingly: "We are the only ones who ride bicycles here to eat, just like Kong Yiji, the only one who drinks standing up and wearing a long gown."

Life is too cruel. Bai Fang was bought and sold like an animal, and eventually fell into prostitution and self-destruction.

Li Yichen only dreamed of getting rich by publishing a collection of poems, but ultimately had to seek relief through death; those deceived farmers borrowed money everywhere, hoping to escape poverty through hard work and sweat, but ultimately were pushed into a deeper fire pit.

What should I do?

How should I choose?

This question kept turning over and over in Nangong Yue's mind. She seemed to be thinking hard, and yet she seemed to be in a state of mental chaos. She knew the answer without having to think about it deliberately.

Although Li Yichen did not tell her clearly what to do, the current situation and the necessary thinking were already clear. She had to protect Xia Muchu and give an explanation to the victimized farmers; she had to stick to her love and balance her inner conscience.

There is only one way to achieve this effect: quietly return the stolen money.

Nangong Yue's mind was like a tangled mess, with thousands of threads intertwined. With her intelligence, age and experience, she was bearing a heavy pressure that she shouldn't have to bear.

Questions followed one after another: How can Xia Muchu lose his command? How can he use his prestige to win over Fang Baiyun?

Will returning the stolen money lead to internal disputes? What unbearable consequences will losing the money bring to survival...

Nangong Yue was thinking anxiously when Liuli came back. When she heard the knock on the door, she quickly wiped away her tears, tried her best to calm her disordered mood, and then slowly opened the door.

But Liuli still saw the clue at a glance and asked, "Are you crying?"