The clouds are light and the wind is gentle; life is peaceful and serene.
With two days left until Father's Day, it was a rare moment of leisure. Fang Zong and Daji walked along the stone-paved street, and before long, Daji was carrying bags full of things.
With a radiant smile, she skipped and hopped about, making her incredibly adorable.
Fang Zong shook his head, feeling that Daji was not the wicked queen who brought ruin to the country that he had imagined. In other words, the Daji of today was far from the wicked queen who brought about the downfall of the Shang Dynasty.
Daji was not yet fifteen years old, having grown up in a simple and honest mountain village. Not long after she left home, she met a tragic end...
Generally speaking, even if she has the memories of that great monster, she is still more innocent than many girls in the city.
[Uh, just desperate for money!]
Fang Zong grinned and transferred 100,000 to Daji as his pocket money for the day.
Daji took out her phone, counted the zeros, smiled broadly, and continued to follow Fang Zong.
Fang Zong glared at him: "Aren't you going to play by yourself?"
"What's given to me is mine, I'll keep it!"
Daji pretended to smash the phone, but couldn't bring herself to do it. She turned her fingers into claws and quickly pried out the battery, stuffed it into her pocket, and then pitifully grabbed Fang Zong's clothes.
Clearly, she's decided to stick with Fang Zong today, eating and drinking at his expense, and refusing to spend any of her own money!
Fang Zong said, "I'll reimburse you when I get back."
"Okay, boss!"
Daji immediately ran away, then turned back and said, "Boss, you're so kind! You're so much better than Zhou Bapi, who works 996!"
[996?] Fang Zong wondered.
Since I had nothing better to do, I opened a webpage on my phone, did a search, and licked my lips.
His aura suddenly changed, as if a bloody and malevolent energy was rising, causing the surrounding tourists to feel a chill and instinctively walk around Fang Zong.
The 996 incident 1: Death from overwork is imminent.
In March 2019, Lin Xi, a 42-year-old single father in Fuzhou, lived with his 17-year-old autistic son. One night after his shift, Lin Xi suddenly died at his workplace, leaving behind his 17-year-old son forever.
On his phone, people found 10 text messages he left for his son.
1. If he likes to drink water, try to give him warm water, otherwise he will drink cold water;
2. Doesn't eat all shellfish, loves dry rice and noodles, and will add water when it can't fit anymore;
3. You should stop your son from taking other children's food from the beginning, otherwise he will think that it is okay to take it.
4. You need to give your son the instruction to take off his clothes, otherwise he will go to sleep without taking them off at all...
…………
I wonder if this father had a premonition of his sudden death. Every word in those 10 messages, even if there were typos, was full of love and was almost a last message left to the world!
What angered Fang Zong even more was that he knew this Lin Xi.
Fang Zong had seen a special event on the military website, and the protagonist was Lin Xi.
When Lin Xi became a ghost, her first instinct was to find and kill the people closest to her, but in the last moment after becoming a ghost, she personally extinguished her own soul.
A father's love is as strong as a mountain, willing to sacrifice everything.
Fang Zong was deeply moved at the time.
But now I realize that Lin Xi's hard work was not effort, but helplessness. The 996 work schedule forced him to work overtime without pay, leaving him no choice but to do so!
[The deputy governor seems relatively fortunate; those in Beijing, Nanzhou, and Shanghai are even more pitiful.]
Fang Zong suddenly remembered a saying, "Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou don't believe in tears, nor do they want you to rest." He smiled softly and prepared to dial a number.
Suddenly, an old voice laughed and said, "Young man, too much killing intent is not good. Human life cannot be decided by your casual words."
Fang Zong turned his head and saw a small calligraphy and painting shop about 200 meters ahead, with a handsome young man sitting at the entrance.
She was exceptionally young, with skin as smooth as jade, and an elegant demeanor, as if she were a celestial being who had stepped out of a painting.
Moreover, despite the great distance, Fang Zong could hear the other person's voice directly, yet he couldn't see any energy on the other person's body.
The other party had no aura of a living person, no aura of a demon, and no aura of a ghost.
If you don't take the initiative to speak, you'll definitely treat the other person like they're invisible.
Fang Zong walked over and sat down at the chessboard next to the young man, smiling as he asked, "May I ask your name, senior?"
"I won't say."
Fang Zong then asked, "Senior, are you a powerful expert at the Technique level who suppressed this sealed-off area?"
"perhaps."
Two words at a time
Fang Zong chuckled twice, then got up and left.
The young man quickly grabbed Fang Zong's hand and asked with a smile, "First, tell me if what I just said was right or wrong?"
Without saying a word, Fang Zong placed his phone directly on the chessboard; the screen still displayed the 996 work schedule webpage.
Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you!
Fang Zong smiled with particular kindness: "Some people can use their power to disregard human life, so why can't I use my fists to take their lives directly? Justice will prevail, and retribution will be swift. Do you think the 21st century is still the early days of capitalism where sheep eat people?"
The young man stared at Fang Zong and suddenly asked, "Who are you?"
"If you don't change your name, you'll be free."
The other person shook their head.
Fang Zong narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with a smile, "Playing mind games?"
To speak cryptically means to have a hidden meaning in one's words.
Generally speaking, it's mainly pretentious people, swindlers, monks, and Taoist priests. These four types of people love to play this game the most.
The other party was powerful, and their boasting was impressive; they were unlikely to be a fraudster. So Fang Zong smiled and asked, "A member of the Dao Alliance?"
"right."
Fang Zong then asked, "You came to help with the Midnight Bride incident, but you were a step too late?"
"That's true."
Okay, they came to help me. Even though I couldn't actually help, I still feel indebted to them.
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