Life is like a play, and until the grand finale of life, no one can predict what will happen next.
But Nie Rong knew clearly that he was going to leave this time.
Like a revolving lantern, he saw his childhood wandering the docks, his teenage years carrying sandbags, and his youth fighting for territory with Liang Lisheng. He saw himself getting married, full of glory and pride, and also saw himself losing his wife in middle age, grieving over her coffin. He saw himself ringing the bell at the company's IPO, feeling triumphant, and also saw himself kneeling before his bloodied eldest son, unable to cry. His entire life was laid out before him, and this was his final moment of glory.
Ironically, time and again, fate gave him hope, only to cruelly extinguish it.
Another mouthful of blood gushed out, but he still tried to struggle. He waved his hand and murmured to the caregiver, "It's alright, it's alright."
He also said, "Quick, call the doctor."
He didn't want to believe it, nor did he want to accept it, because it was so close, and he had managed to survive.
He didn't know what would happen that day, but he imagined it countless times. He also thought that his life would start anew after that day, and he even planned a lot of work related to benefits for himself.
But when he was in unbearable pain and begged his son to remove the oxygen, he didn't die; he pulled through.
But now he's better. He feels no pain or itching at all. He feels completely relaxed. He thought he was cured, but then he started vomiting blood, mouthful after mouthful. Large, blooming blood stains covered the snow-white sheets.
Nie Rong was unwilling to accept it, but he had no choice but to accept it; today was his death day.
Sure enough, the doctor rushed in, took one look, and immediately said, "Quick, call Chairman Nie, he's dying!"
He added, "Immediately prepare for open surgery to locate the bleeding point."
But just as the doctor was about to dismantle the bed himself, Nie Rong grabbed his wrist.
He opened his mouth, blood gushed out, but he swallowed it down and said, "No opening, no surgery."
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In theory, helicopter landings at night require comprehensive navigation and guidance.
However, Zhao Yue intuitively felt that his goddess shouldn't need that. Instead, she was like them, because she had a lot of experience with takeoffs and landings, and with the cooperation of her tacit comrades, she could simplify things to the greatest extent possible.
As expected, the Nie family only used a mobile radar, and the guidance signal was even passed around.
But amidst the dust and sand whipped up by the propellers, Zhao Yue watched intently as the helicopter swerved around the surrounding trees, rapidly changed direction, and gracefully landed at the crossroads, guided by the signal lights.
This is the front plaza of the convention center, surrounded by parking spaces. There is an open area enclosed by an artificial spray circle, which is the helicopter landing pad. When a helicopter stops, its rotor also stops.
Immediately, several bodyguards from the Nie family rushed forward, one of them clapping from a distance.
As the cabin door opened, Chen Rou hung her flight sunglasses around her neck, took the bodyguard's hand, and jumped down.
Another middle-aged man caught up with her, asking her something. She replied with something, and soon the middle-aged man left with the documents.
The items Zhao Yue wanted were on the helicopter, and a bodyguard who had accompanied Chen Rou was recruiting people to help unload them.
He called his subordinates who were waiting upstairs, told them to come down and help him move things, and then went over there on his own.
As Zhao Yue passed by Wade, he heard him reporting the end of his flight mission, and he was taken aback.
His heart skipped a beat, because it was Wade who made the report, which meant that his pilot's license was used.
However, even though there are photos of Wade, judging from his belly and prematurely gray hair, he can no longer fly.
The items were heavy and should have been carried by the young soldiers, but as soon as Zhao Yue walked past the fountain, he heard Nie Zhao instruct several bodyguards: "Unload the goods immediately, but remember, they can only be handed over to Zhao sir, not to anyone else."
Zhao Yue stopped in his tracks, somewhat surprised. He was surprised that Nie Zhao, a wealthy man who even needed an old man to kneel down and help him put on his shoes, could be so meticulous in such a small matter.
Indeed, apart from him, no one else should be allowed to handle or open any of the goods.
Moreover, the construction team lives and works on the construction site, guarding it, but they still can't avoid being sabotaged.
They not only have to work every day, but also repeatedly and constantly check, just in case someone tampers with it.
By the way, Chen Rou was wearing cargo pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Nie Zhao only handed her her jacket after she got off the plane.
Her son, a very cute little guy, was also asking, "Mommy, where's the machine gun?"
She added, "Mom, you've recovered so quickly today!"
The little guy was seeing a new helicopter for the first time. This helicopter had six seats, was larger, and had a bigger rotor. A Yuan leaned out of his father's arms, grabbed with both hands, and hung himself on the door.
But soon, Hank and Ahui, who had accompanied Chen Rou to pick up the goods, were about to ship them out, so Nie Zhao carried him back.
This is the front plaza, which is completely dark after the helicopter's flight lights and ground indicator lights are turned off.
Song Yuanchao had a mouthful of sand in his mouth and was wiping his eyes when he looked up and saw Zhao Yue.
He didn't speak, but simply nodded and continued wiping his eyes with a wet wipe.
Zhao Yue continued walking forward, and had already reached Nie Zhao's back. Just as he was about to greet him, he heard him say to his secretary, "You go up with me in a bit and tell Zhao sir that from now on, he will need a lot of help. There's no need to go through another middleman. If anything happens, just call me directly."
As he was speaking, his wife laughed and said, "Speak of the devil, and he appears."
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