[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

"Yeah." Jiang Wuyuan flipped through the documents on the table, took out a copy and unfolded it in front of Jiang Hao: "Before you went abroad, I promised you that the company will be handed over to you after you come back. This is a matter of the company. Responsible person, if it is not a matter of life and death, it will be up to you to decide, I trust you."

Jiang Hao couldn't hold back his excitement, his hand was trembling when he took the document, he looked up and was about to speak but saw Jiang Wuyuan's pale and tired face, remembering that the housekeeper had told him about his father's physical problems, most of his excitement faded away.

"Don't worry about the company's affairs," Jiang Hao said, "You should also take care of your health, why don't you take a vacation and relax?"

"Take a vacation?" Jiang Wuyuan smiled wryly, but suddenly seemed to think of something, his expression paused, and he suddenly became clear: "It's time to take a vacation, come with me in a few days, I haven't been there for a long time."

Jiang Hao originally wanted to say that the environment below is too dirty and not a good place to take a vacation, but seeing Jiang Wuyuan's expression, he had no choice but to say: "Good father."

Nothing starts now.

Before the original owner was forced to take the position of Patriarch, he thought about changing the city.

What the original owner couldn't let go of was a child. This child was talented. If he could grow up, it would be the only way to break the world's money rules. However, the previous original owner's plan fell through because capital and the original owner's family blocked it.

When Jiang Wuyuan got the plot, he was quite surprised. After all, this kind of thing is similar to the creation of the "Eden" that the high-level government officials said in the previous world, but this is just breaking Utopia.

I went to tell the administration about asking for leave. Although it was said to be a leave, it was actually a notice to let the administration send documents to come and suspend it for a few days.

Jiang Wuyuan took the most common shirt from the closet, put on a coat, ordered the housekeeper to tidy up the supplies, and set off with Jiang Hao and his men

It is not very convenient to go underground, because the capitalists feel that the underground is extremely dirty. In the past, some people distributed some materials for the sake of fame, but later only Jiang Wuyuan was willing to do so, so the passage to the underground was a bit dilapidated and difficult to walk. Fortunately, Jiang Wuyuan didn't have so many demands.

The underground lights are not very bright, and they are so dimly placed in the damp and rotten place.Jiang Hao frowned, he didn't expect the place to be messier than before he left.

But Jiang Wuyuan didn't seem to have any expression of disgust, and even looked a little happier than usual.

There were people underground who were guarding the exit of the passage all the time. When they saw Jiang Wuyuan and others coming out, they went crazy and knelt down to beg for supplies.

Jiang Wuyuan asked his subordinates to distribute some food, bedding and clothes, and those people were so grateful that they almost cried bitterly.

"You take your subordinates to distribute things to these people, I'll look around."

Jiang Hao nodded in agreement, and went down to the underground center with his hands.

Jiang Wuyuan dismissed the others, and walked alone on the street, let's call it a street, the houses on both sides were crookedly piled up with stones, soil, and withered grass, which were probably piled up with discarded materials from the construction of the above-ground buildings.

Someone in the house leaked a pair of eyes in the corner of the window frame, and some seemed to want to rush up and take off his clothes. Jiang Wuyu ignored those people and walked straight forward.

After a while, those people should have heard the news of the distribution of supplies in the city, and no one peeped.

Jiang Wuyuan's destination is an underground river here. It is said to be an underground river, but it is actually a ditch where sewage and garbage gather in underground sewers. The stench floats far away.

Beside a river like this, there is a small house piled up with thatch and mud, the person Jiang Wuyuan is looking for is here.

Haven't eaten for a long time.

What's the point of living like this?

It's better to die, it's better to be free now.

The young man's face was buried in the haystack, and his eyes were dull. A while ago, there were rats as his company, but now even the rats don't bother to patronize him.

I can't move my hands and feet, and I don't even have the strength to support myself on the rope used to hang myself before.The boy began to regret why he backed down again and again before, and now he didn't even have the ability to solve himself.

who will help me...

Who will help me leave...

"Are you okay?" The young man's eyes suddenly dazzled, and the dim light was extraordinarily bright in his eyes. He opened his eyes with difficulty, trying to raise his head. It's all shocking.

The cold body suddenly became heavy, and the warmth of residual body temperature began to be felt from the back. The boy tried all his strength to see who the other party was, and there were only a few words in his mouth:

"Please... kill me..."

This is his only chance. Starving to death is too long for him, and he doesn't want to stay for a second.

Jiang Wuyuan squatted down: "Don't you want to live?"

alive?

The teenager's mind was blank, unable to think, unable to understand.

He shook his head.

too tired.

"I'll take you away, okay?" Seeing his appearance, Jiang Wuqiu was afraid that he was too hungry to turn his head, so he changed the way of asking: "I'll take you to eat something first."

Wrapping the boy in his overcoat and hugging him up, it was lighter than he imagined.The eyes of the former are still dull, without any resistance.

Jiang Hao was guarding the distribution of supplies in the city, when he saw Jiang Wuyuan coming to them with something in his arms, just about to step forward, he saw the dusty face of the boy in his arms.

"Father, is this...?"

Jiang Wuyuan put the boy down: "I want to take him up, let's give him something to eat first."

A bowl of steaming porridge was placed in front of the boy. The boy seemed to come to life suddenly, but he watched the bowl of porridge motionless and did not reach out his hand.

Seeing his reluctance, Jiang Wuyuan waved his hands, and two of his subordinates poured the warm porridge down directly to the young man.

The boy was choked and coughed, but at least he recovered after eating, and at least he had the strength to speak: "You are...the one from above..."

The hoarse voice trembled slightly like a dying old woman, Jiang Wuyuan nodded, waiting for the young man to speak again.

"Living on your charity...it's better to just kill me."

Jiang Wuyuan smiled and said nothing, but Jiang Hao suddenly became angry: "Father kindly gave you alms, you should be grateful for being able to survive! What kind of tone are you talking about!"

The young man rolled his eyes and looked over, like a wild cat with sharp claws, and suddenly shouted with strength: "You are the ones who want to live, what does it have to do with me!"

"Jiang Hao." Jiang Hao wanted to say something, but was stopped by Jiang Wuyuan's voice, his lips moved a few times and finally closed.

Jiang Wuyuan walked up to him and knelt down, leaned into his ear and said, "Don't you want to change everything, so that everyone underground can see the light again."

The boy suddenly raised his head. It's not that he didn't want to change, but with his meager strength, he couldn't fight against the people above, but what this person meant was...

Jiang Wuyuan smiled with satisfaction, the original owner took a fancy to this child because he was ambitious and young, such a person is rare whether on the ground or underground, at least my original owner met such a person.

"Do you have a name?" Seeing his obvious stunned look, Jiang Wuchen felt a little cute.

"No." The young man's hands were unsteady, because the yelling just now made his mind go black for a while, but he suddenly wanted you to see hope, to give him hope to change the system of this city.

"From today on, you will take my surname, Jiang Yi, how about it?"