Song Chen's eyes lit up when he heard the man's words.
He finally found the lucky one!
The steel behemoth opened, and Song Chen sat inside without hesitation.
The car is on the road again.
Song Chen had already secretly begun the second round of testing on the man.
The atmosphere became silent.
After a long pause, Song Chen spoke first, asking:
"May I have your name?"
The man driving smiled:
"My name is Zhao Ziyi."
Why are you here so late?
Zhao Ziyi shrugged: "I just got off work."
Song Chen pursed his lips and said;
You are lucky to have met me.
I want to take you away and let you play in my world.
In return, you will receive unlimited lifespan and a healthy body.
Zhao Ziyi paused as he drove, pondering whether to go home, turn around and go to the police station, or simply take the man to the city's mental hospital. He figured this strange man would definitely have a bed there.
However, when Zhao Ziyi saw the strange man's sincere eyes through the rearview mirror, he did not stop the car.
He smiled helplessly and said:
"Okay, once I've finished my business, you can take me with you."
Song Chen pursed his lips and remained silent.
Song Chen felt he was being somewhat cruel; the investigation wasn't even over yet, but he had given Zhao Ziyi hope.
A moment later, the steel steed drove into a dark underground building.
Zhao Ziyi parked the car, got out, and said:
"Come out, my house has a guest room where you can stay for the night."
Song Chen obediently got off the car and followed Lucky Guy out of a steel mount and into a steel box.
"bite"
Zhao Ziyi led Song Chen out of the elevator, took out his key, opened the door, and went inside first.
"This is my home, and the guest rooms are over there."
The bathroom has a washing machine, a clothes dryer, and a shower…
As Zhao Ziyi spoke, he led Song Chen on a tour of the restrooms and guest rooms.
After the introductions, Zhao Ziyi took off his glasses, loosened his tie, and said:
"Go wash up, don't just stand there."
Song Chen stood there confidently and said:
"No, I don't understand what you're saying. I'm not from your world."
Zhao Ziyi almost laughed in anger when he heard this. He never expected that the person in front of him was actually a lunatic.
But we should see things through to the end, and see the Buddha through to the end.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Ziyi resignedly went to the bathroom and began to demonstrate.
"This is the washing machine. Pour in the detergent, throw the clothes in..."
After Zhao Ziyi washed a piece of clothing and got his hands wet, he finally taught Song Chen how to take a bath and how to wash clothes.
While Song Chen was washing up.
Zhao Ziyi walked to the table in the living room, took out his notebook, and began to work on the unfinished tasks.
He was an orphan, and it was no easy feat for him to rise to his current position as sales director through his own abilities.
He had no way out, so he never dared to relax.
He only paid the down payment for this apartment, and he still has 30 years of mortgage payments to make.
So even though it was already past midnight, he still had to work.
In the quiet environment, the sound of typing on a keyboard could be heard.
I don't know how much time passed.
The sound of a door opening interrupted Zhao Ziyi's train of thought.
"Lucky one, I'm done washing."
Song Chen walked out wearing his old, oversized robes and with his hair neatly styled.
Zhao Ziyi turned his head and looked over, then laughed:
"Go to sleep, I still have some work to do. If you're leaving tomorrow, just leave."
There's food in the fridge; you can take some with you.
The world is full of suffering, and as an orphan, Zhao Ziyi has witnessed all kinds of desperate situations. Now that he can help others, he will do his best to do so.
Song Chen looked at Zhao Ziyi and suddenly said:
"Judging from your appearance, you are already terminally ill. Your body is nearing its end."
Zhao Ziyi frowned upon hearing this:
"Six months ago, my company organized a physical examination, and all the indicators were normal. You can be crazy, but you can't say things you don't mean."
Zhao Ziyi felt that even if the other party was mentally ill, cursing him to die was still going too far.
He snorted coldly:
"I'm going back to my bedroom. Do as you please."
As Zhao Ziyi walked back to his bedroom with his notebook, he felt a surge of anger welling up inside him.
Mentally ill people don't know how to be grateful; they deserve to be homeless!
the next day.
Zhao Ziyi was woken up by the alarm clock, and after getting up, she drank a cup of coffee.
After tidying himself up, he left home in a hurry.
After finding his car in the underground parking garage, Zhao Ziyi sped to the company.
Although he slept very little, he was still full of energy when he arrived at the company.
"Good morning, Director."
"Director Zhao, I've sent you the latest sales data for the South China region. The boss said you should analyze it as soon as possible."
"Director Zhao, a company has rejected our cooperation. Would you like to discuss it further?"
Zhao Ziyi roused himself and began his day's work.
His phone kept ringing.
When someone rejected him, he smiled and told them about the advantages of his company's products.
When someone mocked him, he smiled and explained the company's requirements.
These clients are among the most difficult to deal with.
He's a difficult character that his subordinates can't handle.
However, with Zhao Ziyi's intervention, one or two people would actually change their minds and choose his company.
Another day of work kept Zhao Ziyi busy from day to night.
As night fell, he stood up, swayed a couple of times before regaining his balance, and then Zhao Ziyi pretended nothing was wrong and walked forward.
After getting off the elevator, he planned to go to a convenience store to buy some food before driving home.
As he walked to the company entrance, he couldn't help but shake his head again.
The next second, he suddenly lost his balance and fell straight to the right.
"Thump!"
A tremendous sound rang out.
In the quiet of the night, in the deserted office building, there was no response.
The smell of blood wafted out, and Zhao Ziyi's expression twitched, but he couldn't utter a word.
Just then.
A figure appeared in front of him, dressed very familiarly; it was the same lunatic from yesterday.
Good deeds are rewarded; his life was not meant to end!
Zhao Ziyi was somewhat surprised. He mustered all his strength and squeezed out a few words:
"Take me to a hospital."
However, the mentally ill man named Song Chen picked him up and said firmly:
"I won't take you to the hospital; I'll take you to the world I live in."
"..."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ziyi couldn't catch his breath and fainted.
The blood on his head gradually congealed, and Zhao Ziyi's breathing gradually stopped.
Song Chen carried him through the crowd and walked resolutely forward.
An hour later, Zhao Ziyi's body lost its temperature and gradually became cold.
Song Chen finally found the place where he landed yesterday.
Holding Zhao Ziyi's body, Song Chen shouted to the sky:
"Root of the Earth, Senior Zhulong, I've found the person!"
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