Chapter 91 Jinjiang Debut
At this point, Huang Dafa tensed up. He swallowed and said carefully, "After he was hanged, some inexplicable signs started to appear around me. It started in my office. That day, I was holding a glass of red wine and watching the stock market. Suddenly, I heard a ticking sound, as if something fell into my glass. I didn't pay much attention to it. After a while, there was another ticking sound. This time I looked carefully and it was a drop of blood, a drop of bright red human blood!"
Lame Brother interrupted: "Wait, how do you know that is human blood?"
Huang Dafa said: "Afterwards I asked someone to do a test and it turned out that what was dripped into my cup was human blood. Fortunately it was not poisonous, but it was disgusting enough. Just imagine, I almost drank the blood!"
Lame brother pouted: "Heh, you big bosses survive by sucking the blood of your employees. Does it matter if you drink more or less?"
Huang Dafa was a little angry: "I have a request to ask of you today, so I tolerated you. Young man, you should know that no one dares to talk to me like this! You are fighting for those employees, but in my eyes, those batches of employees are like sugar cane, which are thrown away after being squeezed dry. They are not human beings at all! Not only do I think so, all bosses in the world think so!"
Lame Brother shrugged: "You are right, Nie Zhihui is indeed not a human being. He has now turned into an evil ghost. Maybe he is watching you from behind right now."
Huang Dafa shuddered and didn't want to argue with Lame any more. He continued, "After I found the drop of blood, I looked carefully at the ceiling. My office was decorated carefully by me, with a starry sky ceiling, so there are many small holes on the ceiling. The blood dripped from one of the small holes, but the strange thing is that the blood dripped right into my cup. I'm not kidding, my hair stood on end at that time."
"I ran out of the door in fear and asked my secretary to check the office. The secretary called the workers and they lifted up the starry sky ceiling, but they found nothing. Don't you think this is weird? The blood appeared out of thin air!"
"After this incident, I no longer dared to enter the office. I had no choice but to change offices. The new office was not only shabby but also gloomy. I always felt cold when I sat in it. My secretary checked again and again for me. There was nothing unusual in this room, but I still felt cold."
"My hair loss also started at this time. My hair was originally in good condition, but after coming to this room, I always feel my scalp is cold and sometimes itchy, as if..."
Huang Dafa lowered his voice and said slowly, "It's like someone is rubbing my scalp with their toes."
A picture suddenly came to Lame Brother's mind: "Oh, I understand. It is the dead Nie Zhihui who is following you. He died right above your desk, so his soul will always stand above you, in a hanging position, swaying back and forth, swaying back and forth..."
Huang Dafa's face turned ugly: "Enough, stop talking! I'm here to see the master, not to see you. If I remember correctly, you don't have any metaphysical ability, right? The master hasn't even spoken yet, and you're talking nonsense here!"
Lame brother said smugly: "Don't look down on me. I'm a famous jinx. Good things don't work, but bad things do. What if I'm right?"
Huang Dafa slammed the table and looked at Bai Mian: "Master, your assistant is too talkative, don't you care? I came here because I admire you, but I didn't expect you to be so rude to guests!"
"Okay," Bai Mian patted Lame Brother's shoulder, "I promise you, from now on, he won't talk anymore."
In order to cooperate with Bai Mian's work, Que Ge had to shut up. Huang Dafa continued, "Since then, whenever I step into the company, I feel that Nie Zhihui is pestering me. In order to avoid him, I simply stopped going to work and stayed at home every day. But even so, I still dreamed of Nie Zhihui every night. In my dreams, he was bleeding from all seven orifices and stretched out his hands to strangle my neck. I was always strangled by him and couldn't breathe, and then woke up from the dream. Even my wife said that I have become neurotic recently."
Bai Mian said with a half-smile: "But you just said that you don't have any mental problems and you're not anxious at all."
Huang Dafa patted his thigh and said, "Hey, I'm just trying to show off. I'm a big boss and the whole company depends on me. I have to appear calm to the outside world and not let anyone see any flaws. In fact, I'm almost scared to death, so I came all the way to find you, Master Bai."
Bai Mian looked at his expression and felt that he was hiding something, so he reminded him, "If you still have any secrets, you'd better tell them now. Otherwise, if I tell you the truth later, won't it make you, the big boss, lose face?"
Huang Dafa cleared his throat again: "Well, this... Master, these are just some trivial family matters, which have nothing to do with Nie Zhihui, so there is no need to talk about them..."
Bai Mian raised an eyebrow: "If you don't tell me, how can I know if there is any relationship?"
Huang Dafa nodded awkwardly: "Okay, then I'll tell you, it's nothing, it's just that I... fell in love with my secretary, it's nothing, go out and ask around, which successful boss like me doesn't have three wives and four concubines?"
No one responded. Everyone looked at him with condemning eyes. Huang Dafa was a little embarrassed. He looked at the lame brother and said, "Young man, say something. You are also a man. You should understand that this is normal, right?"
Lame Brother pointed at his mouth, signaling Bai Mian not to let him speak. Huang Dafa patted the table and said, "Why are you so rigid, young man? You should speak when you need to. I allow you to speak now, so go ahead!"
Lame Brother was relieved: "Huh, I was so suffocated, I can finally speak, your little thing is nothing, I have seen big bosses who spend more money than you."
Huang Dafa laughed: "That's right, you see this young man said so, it's just a small matter, Master, I'm done."
Bai Mian stared into his eyes: "That's not right, you are lying."
Huang Dafa wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Hiss, your eyes are really sharp. There is indeed another secret - I plan to make my secretary a permanent official."
"Then what about your current wife?" asked Lame Brother.
Huang Dafa said with emotion: "She, I really owe her too much. Back then, I was a useless wage earner and no woman wanted to pay attention to me. Only my wife didn't despise me and squatted on the roadside with me to eat boxed lunches. Later, when I started my own business, she helped me manage all matters of the company. Now, more than 30 years of ups and downs have passed, and I have finally succeeded in my business. She has become a shrew. She is no longer worthy of me now. It's time to replace her."
Huang Dafa was so heartless that Lame Brother couldn't bear to see it, but this was his private matter after all, so Lame Brother had to say: "Since you have made a decision, you should compensate your wife more financially. After all, she has given you her best years."
Huang Dafa shook his head. "You don't understand at all. My wife and I can't get divorced. Although she has gradually withdrawn from the company and returned to her family over the years, she still holds shares in the company because she is also one of the founders. She owns 40% of the company and I own 60%. If we get divorced, she will file a lawsuit to take away my shares. In this way, her combined shares may exceed mine. Then she will become the largest chairman of the company and I will be second."
Lame brother was very confused: "What on earth are you talking about? I am confused. You just said you were going to kick your wife out, and now you say you will never divorce. What do you mean?"
Huang Dafa rubbed his hands and laughed a few times: "What a silly boy, I said I wanted to replace her, but I didn't say I wanted a divorce. Can't you think of other possibilities besides divorce? What I want is - a widow."
Lame Brother screamed and covered his mouth. The people around him also realized Huang Dafa's true intention, and everyone felt a chill on their backs.
"You're planning to kill your wife?" Cripple Brother asked in disbelief. "This is much more serious than the so-called encounter with a ghost. You actually said it out loud in public. How dare you?"
Huang Dafa spread his hands and said, "I don't want to do that either. Isn't this what the master forced me to say? Besides, the method I use is very magical. Even if you call the police to arrest me, the police will let me go."
"Poisoning? Hiring someone to kill?" Lame Brother guessed.
Huang Dafa shook his head and revealed the answer himself: "My only method is to spoil her. In the early years, my husband and I attended too many drinking parties and social gatherings, and both of us suffered from three highs. I cherish my life and have been paying attention to a light diet in recent years. She is completely the opposite. She is very greedy and likes to eat oily and spicy food, especially hot pot. She feels uncomfortable if she doesn't eat it for a day."
Lame Brother suddenly realized: "So, you want to spoil her, let her eat whatever she wants, and then cause her three highs to worsen and die sooner?"
Huang Dafa nodded. "I carefully selected the chef for my family. His cooking skills are very much to her liking. When he cooks, he would use three bags of salt for one meal. My wife loves it very much. I told the chef to listen to my wife and cook whatever she wants. In addition, there must be a hot pot every day."
"This is my method. Even if you call the police to arrest me, what can they do to me? Even if the police investigate, they can only say that it was my wife who committed suicide. Bad living habits are chronic poisons. What did I do wrong? I just doted on my wife too much!"
Lame brother said in shock: "You...you are such a beast..."
Huang Dafa smiled slightly: "Oh, really? On the contrary, I think I have been very kind. I gave her the happiest way to die, without poison, without violence. Maybe on the day of her death, she will still eat her favorite food. If she knew, she might thank me!"
Weng Xuhua, who was standing by, couldn't stand it any longer. He trembled and said, "You are simply... inhuman!"
Huang Dafa asked back: "What is human nature? Can it be eaten? Can it be sold for money? You don't understand anything. If you were in my shoes, you would understand my choice. The road to entrepreneurship is so difficult. If I still had human nature, I would have been eliminated by the market long ago!"
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