Chapter 581: Died at the hands of ants.
late at night.
Director Yang sat in front of the computer with a comfortable smile on his face.
He took a sip of health tea and glanced at the photo of his deceased father placed in front of his computer desk. "Father, my achievements are still higher than yours."
"You were hacked to death by those ants in the street."
"But I'm different. Look, so much time has passed, and still no one dares to cause trouble to me."
"All of their ants are dead, and no one knows what happened at the Corning Nursing Home."
No one dared to say what happened in Corning Nursing Home.
This is the reason for his success, which is beyond comparison with his father.
He and his father were king and subject, enemies and rivals in love, brothers and friends, and roommates. Only when his father lay on the hospital bed did they become father and son.
As an only son, he never dared to sit down and have a drink with his father because he was afraid of looking into his father's deep eyes.
His father's eyes are what a man fears most in his life, and his father's praise is the praise a man wants to hear most in his life.
It’s a pity that his father couldn’t see his achievements.
"You must not know why you are notorious, but I still have people complaining about me to this day."
Why?
Because most of the people who had stayed in Corning Nursing Home died on the seventh day after Uncle Lin’s death.
Even if there were people who had walked out of Corning Nursing Home alive before Uncle Lin went there to kill people to vent his anger, they had already been frightened into quails and dared not say anything more outside.
A bunch of ants.
What else can you say outside?
Even before they spoke, they had to consider whether their children would be delivered to him again.
"It's ridiculous that Uncle Lin actually said that he would not let me go even if he became a ghost. This is simply the funniest joke I have ever heard."
When Uncle Lin was alive, he was at his mercy.
Not to mention death.
I don’t know whether he has come out of Corning Nursing Home now.
The saying that even a ghost will not let you go is just an excuse for the weak to deceive themselves.
Ding Dong——
There was a knock on the door.
Director Yang stood up and asked calmly, "Who is it?"
“Hello, here’s your takeaway.”
Director Yang did order takeout for himself tonight.
At his age now, he enjoys it just like those young people.
I will order some delicious food to reward my stomach late at night.
Director Yang stood up and opened the door.
However, the moment the door opened.
A red knife stabbed into his stomach.
Director Yang raised his head in disbelief.
The person who did it turned out to be someone who had stayed in Corning Nursing Home!
How dare he!
How dare he do this to himself!
How did he know my address?
Isn't he afraid that his son will send him back? !
"Mr. Yang, I finally found you. You made it so hard for me to find you!"
I suffered so much when I was in the hands of this devil!
But he finally got his reward after all the hard work, and finally made it out of Corning Nursing Home alive.
He was only in his forties at that time!
He was only in his forties, far from being able to retire, yet he was sent in by his beastly son.
It was simply because he was sick at that time and couldn't go to work, and couldn't give that beastly son a lot of money to feed him with plenty of food and drink.
If it weren't for his tenacious struggle to survive, which allowed him to stay alive in Corning Nursing Home, and if it weren't for his son's idleness and needing someone to work for him, he probably wouldn't have been able to get out of Corning Nursing Home alive.
Over the years, he has been working desperately to make money and never dares to stop for a moment.
He only breathed a sigh of relief when so many people died in Corning Nursing Home overnight that it could no longer operate.
Until later, his idle and unfilial son suddenly got into a car accident.
His life was just a little better.
During these years, he never dared to forget his hatred and always wanted to seek revenge on Yang.
But he also thought that he had finally gotten out of that devil's den and had finally started a new life.
You can't sacrifice your life for a devil.
So even though he knew exactly where Director Yang lived and was closely watching his every move, he still didn't dare to take action and allowed him to get away with it for twenty years.
But now it's different.
Last month, he felt unwell and went for a check-up.
Esophageal cancer, advanced stage.
He held on to the man named Yang tightly and stabbed the knife into his flesh again and again.
The blood that flowed out of Director Yang's body splashed all over him and his face.
Director Yang stared with his eyes wide open.
He never thought that one day he would die at the hands of the very ants he had once let slaughtered.
How could this be!
How could this be!
This must be a dream!
Must be dreaming!
Director Yang's vision gradually faded, and his body gradually became colder.
In the end, he died.
No matter how unwilling he was, he eventually died at the hands of the ants he despised.
Director Yang thought that if he had another chance to do it again, he would torture the man to death before he walked out of the nursing home alive.
Anyway, these people’s children don’t care about their lives or deaths.
When he opened his eyes again, Director Yang found himself back to the age of thirteen or fourteen.
His heart was pounding and he felt unexpectedly happy.
God really cares for him!
He was reborn!
He was actually reborn!
However, the stars did not last for a minute before his father, Dean Yang, walked in with a sullen face.
"It's been so long, and you still can't learn to be a sensible and good child?"
"Didn't I tell you not to play on the computer? Your ranking dropped one place in this exam. It must be because of you playing on the computer!"
"You are so ignorant. All I can do is to cure your illness and make you sensible."
Dean Yang frowned and pushed Director Yang into the punishment room in the face of Director Yang's incredulous look to let him receive punishment.
And the so-called punishment is, of course, electric shock.
"ah!"
Director Yang's eyes were wide open, the feeling of being electrocuted was so painful that he wished he was dying.
But before he could open his mouth to beg for mercy, before he could understand what was happening, a violent electric current began to sweep through his body again.
He curled up in pain.
The pain was so severe that he could no longer think of anything. The pain was so severe that he was deeply wrapped in the torture of electric shock. When he heard any word related to electricity, he would convulse and become speechless.
Finally, the cruel electric shock ended.
He stared at his father blankly, tears flowing uncontrollably.
Why is this happening?
Yes, his father, President Yang, is indeed the founder of Corning College.
His father did help parents punish their disobedient and ignorant children.
But his father had never used such methods on him!
Never!
But now!
But now his father is punishing him with electric shocks!
How could this happen!
How could this happen!
"You still dare to cry?"
Dean Yang had a stern face and looked at his son with eyes full of displeasure.
He felt very ashamed of himself for raising such a crybaby and cowardly child.
He wanted those people to raise a good child, and to make those people's children obedient and sensible.
But now my own children are not obedient and sensible!
Dean Yang looked at his son coldly and slapped him in the face.
The slap was merciless and Director Yang was immediately knocked to the ground.
Director Yang stared at his father in a daze.
What exactly happened?
Why did my father treat me like this?
"I am ashamed to have a son like you. You will stay here tonight to reflect on your mistakes. You are not allowed to eat either. Think carefully about where you went wrong."
"You have to be obedient and sensible, and you can't let me worry about you at all, do you understand?"
Every word Dean Yang said was very familiar.
This is what Director Yang used to say when he reprimanded his patients.
He also said that patients should be well-behaved and sensible, and should be obedient so as not to let their children worry about them.
But I didn't expect that when I was reborn, these words would fall into my ears exactly as they were.
"Why don't you speak?"
"Is it dumb?"
Dean Yang frowned and looked at his son with dissatisfaction.
How could a man so decisive and courageous as him raise such a cowardly and incompetent son?
He was quite disappointed.
Director Yang shuddered.
He is probably the person who knows his father best in the world.
He knew that he should give an appropriate response next.
Otherwise, he would be subjected to cruel punishment the next moment.
"Father, I know I was wrong. I really shouldn't have let my grades drop, and I shouldn't have let you down."
"You should not only punish me by not allowing me to eat, but also punish me by making me copy books."