Chapter 87
When An Jing opened his eyes again, he saw An Xingmin, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. He looked dejected like an ordinary father, and seemed to have aged almost ten years.
"Maybe I'm too old. I have no idea what's going on in your mind all day..." An Xingmin sighed.
An Jing felt sad when he heard the tone of his words. He said, "Dad, I want to leave here. Can you please make some concessions?"
"Why would you have such an idea?" An Xingmin moved the accompanying chair, his expression serious, and said in a stern voice, "You are my son, and I am the leader of Lanzhou. If I arrange for you to go abroad, what will others think of me?"
"So you still only care about your reputation as an official, right?" An Jing burst into tears. He covered his face, curled up, and muttered, "Blue Island is just an island. It's even buried under the sea, and it can be wiped out by natural disasters at any time! I just don't understand you. You clearly said before that this is just a temporary shelter..."
"Shut up!" An Xingmin suddenly shouted. He stood up and paced back and forth, his expression anxious. He said in a serious tone, "You are a typical example of someone who is too clever. Your cleverness backfired! Everything at Blue Continent Base is going well now!"
"I know, I know. Have you been brainwashed?" An Xingmin forcefully pulled An Jing's hand away and cursed, "Have you been in contact with any bad people recently? Also, where did you get that Shadowlight in your basement garage? Do you know that if you weren't my son, you should be in prison now, not a mental hospital!"
After saying that, An Jing was slapped by An Xingmin.
His pupils dilated and he was completely stunned by the slap. What did he mean by the Shadowlight in the underground garage?
——Could it be that Song Zhishu did it on purpose, and his beautiful girlfriend gave him the car as a gift, was it also on purpose?
"No, no." An Jing shook his head. This time, the look in his eyes when he looked at An Xingmin turned into pity, even mockery. "Dad, you've changed, really. You've been blinded by your position. Everyone around you speaks well of you. You can't see the internal and external troubles of Lanzhou, and you don't want to hear any news that's unfavorable to you, right?"
"You're crazy!" An Xingmin complained.
An Jing jumped up, complaining and looking at you with disdain, saying, "I didn't think so before, but now looking back at you, you really are a very selfish person. Whether it's my mom or even Cheng Jiacheng, you treat them as tools!"
"I'm selfish, but how did you grow up?" An Xingmin raged. "Have I treated you unfairly? You won't listen to a word I say for your own good! Well, I won't say any more. The game you created has been banned. Stay quiet in here for a while. Call me when you've figured it out."
An Jing wanted to get out of bed, but one wrist was handcuffed. He was angry, but also suffering from this situation where he couldn't be free, so he could only rage helplessly: "Why do you treat me like this? From childhood to adulthood, you have always framed everything about me! You are always right, and I am always wrong! Why? Why do you have to make decisions for my life! I hate you! I don't want to stay in the Blue Continent base!"
An Xingmin looked at him through the window glass, full of surprise, which finally turned into a sigh and he left.
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On the fifteenth day of An Jing's stay in there, Bian Lu came to see him out of mercy. When the door opened, An Jing even thought it was his legal wife Cheng Jiacheng.
"Why is it you?" An Jing, who was wearing a black and white T-shirt, asked, looking very disappointed.
Bian Lu groaned, then held up two large bags, one filled with fruit and the other with snacks. He smiled and replied, "I heard you weren't very happy, so I came here to add some color to your life."
"Thank you." An Jing sat back on his bed cross-legged, still looking depressed.
Bian Lu placed the two bags of things on the bedside and whispered, "Your game hasn't been banned. I told them that a simple change to the plot will be enough. It's already been approved, and a lot of people like it."
"Really?" An Jing's eyes lit up. He bent over, took out the apple from his pocket, and started to eat it.
Halfway through his bite, he remembered that apples were a luxury in Blue Continent. So where did they come from? It could only be from the nearby Xia Kingdom.
An Jing looked up, only to see Bian Lu making a hushing gesture and replying, "Just understand. Your friend Sansi from the team asked me to bring this to you."
"They..." An Jing became stupid again. He asked, "Are they having a hard time at the Blue Continent Base like me?"
"Education, healthcare, and even the government are all run by connections. So many experts are unworthy of their titles, yet they still enjoy the class benefits of monopolizing resources." Lawyer Bian lowered his voice and said, "The game you created may seem bold and arrogant to many, but isn't it also a question of our times?"
An Jing couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. He threw the apple up, then took it again, looking carefully. Finally, he said with emotion, "I just feel that we, the younger generation, actually have a clearer understanding of the older generation."
"Come on, stop being so narcissistic." Bian Lu took out the bracelet again and showed him the data of "Undersea Art" on the official website. The two chatted briefly again.
Bian Lu: "I'm afraid your father will have to regard you as a rival."
An Jing pondered for two seconds and said, "In that case, after I get out, I might as well cooperate with Haiju Company to set up a welfare home in Xia Country. Lin Mosheng told me about an agricultural cooperative similar to a self-service farm."
Bian Lu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he thought to himself, does Teacher An treat me as his own?
An Jing: "We pick the fruits ourselves in the fields and then have them cooked in the kitchen at the cooperative. We want that authentic flavor. Tickets are all-inclusive, and everyone, young or old, only needs ten yuan."
It’s you rich people who know how to form cliques!
Bian Lu didn't laugh, remaining composed, but inside he was beaming. He was clearly delighted that An Jing had told him this. In a sense, Bian Lu could use this as a springboard for his own life.
"Won't it be a loss?" Bian Lu asked hypocritically.
An Jing shook his head and said, "Lin Mosheng proposed it. His father is the owner of Haiju Company. You know, rich people like them have new ideas every day."
"Haiju Company..." Bian Lu cleared his throat and said, "Is it the Haiju Company that grows salty oranges on land?"
"Right." An Jing lay back on the bed, yawned, and said, "There's nothing special about their family. They just caught the trend of the times and became the richest man in Lanzhou by selling oranges."
Bian Lu said in a deep voice: "You can't say that, it's amazing."
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"Xiao Bian, there will be an investment promotion meeting later. You have a good personal image, so go home and pack up and come with me." Director Wang handed the information in his hand to Bian Lu with a very calm expression.
Bian Lu took it with trepidation, glanced several times at Director Wang who had disliked him before, but could not read any other emotions on his face. He nodded and said yes, and helped close the leader's door before leaving.
It didn't matter that he came out. By chance, he saw Chang Haojie carrying water to the director's office. He was not doing his job and was just trying to win the boss's favor by carrying water all day. When he saw the information in Bian Lu's hand, he said sarcastically, "Not bad, Chief Bian. I didn't expect Director Wang to think so highly of you."
Bian Lu just thought that he was a weird person.
This time, he remembered the last time when Chang Haojie asked him to fetch water. However, when he came down, Director Wang saw him and accused him of not doing his job properly.
Bian Lu couldn't help but speak up and said, "I know you want to make progress, but if you put this free time into work, it will be more than just..."
It's more than just a clerk.
Of course, Chang Haojie understood the second half of Bian Lu's sentence without having to explain it.
"Xiao Chang..." Bian Lu wanted to say something but stopped himself. Director Wang inside called out as if he knew what he was talking about. Chang Haojie immediately said "oh" and went up with the bucket of water. Bian Lu was left alone and shrugged his shoulders. It was none of his business.
The investment promotion meeting was about to start in the evening. Bian Lu changed into a suit and tie and wore a work badge. Then he found that his task was to follow behind the director and act as a presence.
The so-called investment promotion conference is also known as: Creating the Future Haiju Company Lianmin Farmers Self-help Cooperative
Bian Lu was shocked. It was really weird. What he heard from An Jing that day and thought was just a chat came true.
He looked around, feeling eager to try, excited about attending such a high-end occasion, and also a sense of arrogance that he felt he was more valuable.
Director Wang was toasting and chatting with people from all walks of life.
There was nothing to do for a while, so he took a few photos of the scene, and also got a discount coupon for going to the farm house in the future, and posted it on TT's circle of friends to show off.
Unexpectedly, this post caused a huge uproar in his circle of contacts.
Mom: Where have you been?
Cousin: Bro, you're up! You're so cool! Where did you become rich? Why didn't you take me along to have fun?!
Liu Li: Section Chief Bian, the director took you there...
Aunt Jiang replied to Mom: "Your Bian Lu is really good. I heard he got into military school before, so where has he been recently? Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I thought it was some rich guy's engagement party."
Lawyer Bian didn't expect that this would cause such a stir, so he explained: No, it's just that the leader took me to see the world.
This reply didn't matter, because the next second Bian Lu heard a call from his mother.
"How have you been lately?" Bian's mother's tone was strange.
Bian Lu didn't take it seriously for a moment and said, "It's okay. Didn't I tell you? I've been transferred to work in a neighborhood community office in District A. The salary is lower than the military civilian position I applied for before, but..."
"When can you come home and visit?" Bian's mother said, no longer hiding her unhappy tone, "Even if you do well out there, you still have to remember your family. Otherwise, would it be a waste of time to raise you for so many years?"
Bian Lu was stunned. First, he didn't believe that his mother would say that. Second, he was struck in the heart by these strange words - his mother didn't seem to be as sincere as he thought, doing good for him.
No, no, his parents do. They hope that he can live a good life, but they don’t want him to live better than them.
Bian Lu was speechless, then replied: "Okay, I'll come back when I have a holiday."
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