Seeing how badly the wound had been bitten, bystanders shouted, "Call the police! Call an ambulance!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Zhiyao panicked. He was penniless and didn't know how he would compensate the other party. If he went to jail, he didn't know what era he would be in when he came out.
For the first time in his life, Feng Zhiyao felt so insecure. He was so flustered that he almost knelt down and begged for forgiveness. Before he could back down, the dormitory door was opened, and Su Yourong stood at the door, frowning and covering her nose with her hand, taking a step back.
"I could hear you all making a racket from far away. How awful does this dormitory stink? Is it a pigsty?" The manager walked up and yelled without giving a chance to explain.
When everyone saw the manager arrive, accompanied by a beautiful woman, they all rushed forward to recount how Feng Zhiyao had bitten someone, and clamored to call the police.
Su Yourong covered her mouth and nose as she walked in and took a look. Feng Zhiyao stood there blankly, as if he was terrified. A man in his twenties was lying on the dirty ground, his face covered in blood and groaning in pain.
The manager looked at Su Yourong. Now Feng Zhiyao couldn't leave. Su Yourong also understood what they meant. She rummaged through her bag and found a stack of unbroken Hong Kong dollars. She casually threw it on the fallen man and said, "Take this money and go see a doctor yourself. Feng Zhiyao, come with me."
Feng Zhiyao didn't know why Su Yourong had come to find him, but he knew this was his only chance to escape, so he hurriedly stepped over the man and prepared to leave.
"Don't leave!" The man panicked and grabbed Feng Zhiyao's leg. What kind of wealthy family was the Feng family? If no one had taken care of Feng Zhiyao, he wouldn't have said anything, but now that someone was taking care of him, this matter was no longer just about ten thousand yuan.
For them, 10,000 yuan is too little. As long as they seize this opportunity, they will never have to worry about anything for the rest of their lives.
"You think you can just leave after I give you ten thousand yuan? It's not that simple!" the arrogant man shouted.
Seeing this, the others hurriedly spoke up as well. The manager, who was standing to the side, naturally understood what was going on and muttered to Su Yourong that the money was too little. The person's face was covered in blood and looked like he was disfigured. What could ten thousand yuan do?
The dormitory stinks so badly that Su Yourong can't stand it anymore. She walks outside and says, "It's just 10,000 yuan. I'll take care of it if I can. If I can't, I'll ask someone else to do it."
"No one can fix this, call the police!" the man lying on the ground shouted.
Seeing this, Su Yourong didn't waste any more words. She took a couple of steps outside, took out her phone, made a call, and then went back to her car to wait. Half an hour later, a Jinbei van and a police car arrived almost simultaneously. Six or seven menacing-looking men jumped out of the Jinbei van. After exchanging a few pleasantries with the police, the police left.
Then a group of people went into the dormitory. Less than two minutes later, Feng Zhiyao came out, got into the car, and drove away.
Inside the luxurious business van, he felt instantly back in the world. If it weren't for the calluses that had formed on his hands over the past few days, Feng Zhiyao would have doubted it was all a dream.
"Change your clothes and take a shower in a bit," Su Yourong said.
Feng Zhiyao remained silent for a while before asking, "Did Brother Feng send you?"
"yes!"
"Then why didn't he let you come before?" Feng Zhiyao asked again.
"He only found out recently."
Feng Zhiyao fell silent. He knew what was going on, although he didn't know many of the details. He had experienced a lot these days, but he had also gained a lot. Only when you are at the bottom can you get close to the most real world.
Because you have no value, they won't hold back their words.
Not only did Feng Zhiyao understand this, but he also understood the exchange of interests between people. The first person to arrive at the canteen always got to eat the top dishes, which were oilier and more juicy, and could pick and choose. The last person was left with only soup and water.
He tried to get someone to help him get food, but no one paid any attention. Later, he helped a man in his forties with his shift, and the man got his food for him. The man's wife was in charge of getting food in the staff canteen.
Feng Zhiyao once truly believed that kindness would allow him to obtain the most precious things in the world, but now he understands that kindness is like the oily skin on rice porridge—precious, but utterly useless.
During this period, Feng Zhiyao learned the most about transactions: if he helped others with their shifts, they would get him meals, clean his dormitory, and not bully him. If he ran errands for others and praised them, they would be willing to exchange their days off with him.
He began to understand the meaning of transactions: what he had, what he needed, what others had, and what others needed.
No one needs his kindness, but when he shows kindness after making a deal with someone, kindness becomes like the golden oil on top of rice porridge.
“I’ll arrange a private place for you to stay for now. Try not to go out. Lu Feng might come in a few days and help you take back your family property. How is your father doing lately?” Su Yourong asked.
Feng Zhiyao wanted to say that he had gone to see him a few days ago and that it was still the same, but he became wary as the words were about to come out. He turned his head to look at Su Yourong and said, "I've fallen to such a state that I can't take care of my father."
When the car arrived at its destination, they made arrangements for Feng Zhiyao, left him some money, and left a few people with him to prevent any mishaps.
After Su Yourong left, Feng Zhiyao washed up, changed his clothes, and sat in the villa, casually watching TV. However, he kept thinking about something. After some thought, he guessed that Feng Zhicheng must have run into trouble, and now he needed to step in.
Feng Zhiyao felt both disappointed and grateful to Lu Feng. He was disappointed because their relationship wasn't purely platonic, but grateful because he still had some value to him in any transaction.
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