Chapter 67 A Worthless Life
After Ma Xintao made two phone calls, Yu Jun felt a sense of crisis.
After Yao Fanghua and her group returned, he treated her with exceptional kindness, praising her to everyone he met and showing her great care and concern, frequently inviting her to his home for meals. He was determined to outshine Ma Xintao.
Unable to refuse Yao Fanghua's hospitality, even the third son ended up eating quite a few meals at Yu's house.
Because of Yao Fanghua's success at the factory, Yao Fangyuan also benefited and had a smooth-sailing career. After graduating high school, she was literate and numerate, and with an opportunity, she was quickly transferred to the warehouse as a warehouse manager. Even Zhong Er seemed much more arrogant when he came to see Yao Fangyuan. It's all thanks to his sister Hua Hua; why didn't he have a sister like that? All his siblings, including nephews and nieces, were debt collectors.
After becoming the warehouse manager, Yao Fangyuan felt that Zhong Er was no longer good enough for her, that he was inferior to her, and she inexplicably developed a way of looking down on people. She held a superior air of contempt, behaving somewhat like Li Chunying in front of Zhong Er—talking, arguing, and acting as she pleased, ignoring him whenever she wanted, doing whatever made her comfortable. She was still young and somewhat shy, and hadn't yet resorted to physical punishment.
Zhong Er, for some unknown reason, was also acting strangely. Initially, he'd only said it half-jokingly, not really taking it seriously. But now that Yao Fangyuan was like this, he got excited, wanting to experience it firsthand. He found Yao Fangyuan's energy potent and captivating. That was exactly the kind of energy he wanted. Zhong Er's adrenaline surged, and he threw himself into it, constantly chasing after Yao Fangyuan and trying to win her over.
Factory Director Yu's enthusiasm put immense pressure on Yao Fanghua. She felt she would be letting him down if she didn't achieve results, and now she avoided him whenever she saw him. Fortunately, the new fan model was well-received, and fan sales surged as usual. Yu Jun felt as if a car was beckoning to him.
With a weight lifted from his heart, only an even bigger one remained. The washing machine trials had yielded ideal results, and trial production had begun. At this crucial juncture, Yu Jun couldn't help but feel anxious, frequently rushing to the workshop. The factory manager was keeping a close eye on things, and the entire factory felt the tension.
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After bringing the ashes back, Wu Peng held a funeral in the village to bury his grandparents. Then, he went directly from the county town to the train station and bought a ticket to Northeast China.
After a long and winding journey, we arrived at the forest farm.
After some inquiries, it was learned that Wu Kun had already joined the town's forestry bureau.
Wu Peng observed Wu Kun for a few days and figured out his daily routine: going to work, coming home, buying groceries, and returning home—very regular, very mundane. He didn't see him having any friends either. Oh, besides him, there was another person at home. Standing together, it was immediately obvious that they were a mother and son. Ah, at least they were reunited.
His father has poor taste; this woman is far inferior to his mother.
Wu Peng stubbed out his cigarette and finally intercepted Wu Kun on his way home from work that day.
Wu Kun adjusted his glasses, showing no sign of panic at being blocked, and even deliberately walked towards a quiet alleyway nearby. This spot was a good one; it seemed his brother had put thought into it.
Wu Kun sized up Wu Peng. The once high-and-mighty, pampered young master had finally ended up in a cowshed, doing manual labor, and even been imprisoned. Hmm, he'd even made a special trip back to Beijing, where he'd been seen collecting scraps in a tattered cotton-padded coat. That's right, no one is born a noble person. Falling into the mortal world, they're still just a lowly life, no matter how precious they are. Look at him now, the young master has finally shed his aristocratic airs. The old man should really see this; his precious grandson has become quite the rogue.
Wu Kun's lips curled up.
Wu Peng punched him. He had already suspected something, but Wu Kun's entry into the Forestry Bureau and his current behavior made it all clear.
Wu Kun was not to be outdone and threw a punch back.
Without exchanging any words, the two relentlessly attacked each other with deadly force.
Finally, Wu Kun, his mouth full of blood, was choked and pressed to the ground by Wu Peng. Wu Peng wasn't in much better shape either; his face was also injured, with blood dripping from his mouth and nose.
Wu Kun laughed loudly, blood splattering from his mouth: "You don't know, seeing you all fall from your high positions into the mud, it feels so good to me!"
"It was you! You colluded with the Shen family!"
"What do you mean by collusion? I'm calling this sacrificing family for the greater good. All those overseas letters in the old man's cabinet were delivered to the Shen family by me. I also burned the evidence of communism. The old man thought these things could save his life, ha."
It was also the Wu family's fate to perish. At that time, having money was the original sin; I merely gave them a push.
Wu Peng suddenly pulled out a fruit knife and held it to his neck.
Wu Kun didn't care at all, and became even more frantic, "You don't know, when I pushed that, my whole body trembled, I trembled with excitement."
Wu Kun spat out a mouthful of blood, "I am also a descendant of the Wu family, why should all the things of the Wu family be yours? Why should you be superior to me since childhood! If you won't let me have anything, then nobody else should have it!"
The Wu family's entire fortune is gone, and they're all dead. Aren't you happy?
"Finally, I can share this joy with someone, and it's you!" Wu Kun laughed heartily.
Wu Peng exerted force, and the blade embedded itself into Wu Kun's flesh.
"Come on, kill me, and we'll go to hell together!" Wu Kun's face was twisted with madness. He hated it, he had hated it since the day he was born. Wu Peng was Peng, and he was Kun, the Kun of insects! Ha, the whole Wu family deserved to die.
"One day, you will." You go to hell, but I won't. You die, but I have Yao Fanghua, I have 600,000, and I will have more. I will live an upright life. There are many ways to destroy enemies, but he won't choose this one. He wants to destroy them, but he also wants to still be able to stand in the sunlight.
Wu Peng slowly sheathed his knife, stood up, and withdrew it.
"Come on, kill me, let's die together and go to hell together, let the Wu family be wiped out." Wu Kun had a wound on his neck, not deep, but it was already bleeding. With his roar, the blood flowed even faster, and blood gushed from his mouth, making him look particularly terrifying.
Seeing Wu Peng walking further and further away, Wu Kun got up and said, "I know you went back to Wu Family Village. You not only held a funeral, but you also went to the old house."
Want to know what's hidden in the old house? Want to know how I knew it was hidden there?
Wu Peng stopped in his tracks.
"Ha, I knew you'd be interested. I'm happy to tell you too."
My dad told me. Otherwise, how would I have found it?
"A chest of pearls, a chest of gold. These were all prepared for you by the old man, and now they're mine. You can forget about getting them back. Even if you throw them into the sea, I won't let you get away with it. You deserve to die poor, destitute. This is what your Wu family owes me. You deserve it, you deserve to die." He was a worthless man, and he never planned to get married. Wu Peng thought, "Go ahead and kill me if you dare."
Wu Peng's hand tightened and then loosened. He gradually disappeared at the end of the road.
Wu Kun felt as if all his strength had been drained away, and he let his body lie back on the ground, letting the wound on his neck bleed freely. His crazed face gradually returned to normal, and he covered his eyes with one arm, hot tears streaming down his face.
He was taken to the Wu family by his father as soon as he was born. Wu Peng's biological mother, the woman who should have hated and abused him the most, was actually good to him. She would coax him, wipe his little hands clean with a handkerchief, have the cook prepare delicious food for him, teach him to read, and call him by his nickname, Tiger. She would hug and comfort him when he was neglected by his grandfather and father.
He always thought she was his biological mother, and he treated her as his biological mother. He didn't want her to die.
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