Chapter 1
Gala--
Song Xingqi turned off the water valve and looked up. He heard a strange sound, faint and when he listened carefully the sound disappeared.
After shaking off the water stains on his hands and walking out of the bathroom, he saw Qiu Zijie concentrating on memorizing his lessons, Sheng Xiaoxing had already fallen asleep, and Jiang Ling was lying on the bed, eating and writing something. Song Xingqi stood on tiptoe, holding onto the railing of the upper bunk, looking at Jiang Ling with clear eyes and whispered, "Jiang Ling, did you hear any noise?"
"Sound? Yes," Jiang Ling raised his eyelids slightly, "You were washing your pants in the bathroom."
"No." Song Zhouqi said.
"What is that?" Jiang Ling asked.
Then there was another crunching sound, this time it was extremely clear.
Bang! Qiu Zijie closed the book and shouted calmly: "Run!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the dormitory building collapsed.
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Xinhaicheng Evening News:
"The next report is about the collapse of the dormitory building of Qingyun Senior High School in this city, which has been a focus of our attention. The dormitory building collapsed at around 9:00 p.m. on the 19th, causing many students to be injured and hospitalized. The cause of the collapse is still under investigation. As of today, the number of injured people is 96, including 8 students who are seriously injured and unconscious, and 3 are still receiving emergency treatment... Let's take a look at the report sent back from the scene..."
"Hello everyone, I'm Xiaolin. Behind me is the dormitory area of Qingyun Senior High School, Building A. You can see that almost half of this building has collapsed. To my left are Buildings B and C... After Building A collapsed, the dormitory buildings next to it also tilted visibly..."
Fu Chen sat in front of the screen in the living room, smoking a cigar and watching the news.
It has been four days since the dormitory building of Qingyun Senior High School collapsed. The news has been reporting on the incident every day and the attention has remained high.
"It's really a shoddy project," Fu Chen brushed off the ash from his cigarette and took another slow puff, with a faint smoke lingering in front of his narrow eyes. "Except for our Tianhong Group, there are only a few companies in Xinhai City that are qualified to contract the campus construction. I don't know which one of them has lost his mind and dared to harm even the country's young talents."
Chen Yuan, who was also the housekeeper and the general assistant, poured tea and agreed, "When you are greedy for money, you only see money and never thought about the day when something bad would happen. But if Uncle Jiang still worked here, he might know that he has been with Mr. Fu for more than 30 years, and this campus in the south of the city has only been built for 15 years."
The Fu family's Tianhong Group mainly engages in construction and real estate. In recent years, it has also involved in entertainment, catering, machinery manufacturing, etc. After the four sons of the Fu family took over, the business has flourished. It is truly a well-known wealthy family in Xinhai City. However, more than ten years ago, they were still studying, and only the eldest son Fu Chen occasionally participated in the affairs of the group.
"Let's not talk about Lao Fu," Fu Chen changed the subject and said, "What time is it?"
Chen Yuan said, "It's a quarter past seven. The food in the restaurant has been reheated twice. Do you want me to call and ask if the Second Young Master is coming over?"
"No need to ask, the second brother is calling," Fu Chen crushed his cigar and answered the phone.
Fu Yu: "Brother, I got beaten."
Fifteen minutes ago.
Fu Yu picked up his coat and left the office. Just as he reached the underground garage and was about to get in his car, he noticed a dark figure standing behind him on the glass window, waving a stick and about to hit him on the head. He ducked quickly to avoid it, turned around and kicked the figure in the chest.
"Hmm!" The other party groaned and staggered backwards.
The man was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, covering himself tightly. Before he could attack again, a coat was thrown over his head, and then he was kicked once and twice in the chest... Fu Yu was merciless in his kicks. The masked man fell to the ground, still holding the stick in his hand. His face was covered by the clothes and he couldn't see, so he swung it around. Fu Yu squinted his eyes and kicked the man on the wrist with his shiny leather shoes.
"Ah——" the man screamed.
Bang! The stick fell to the ground.
Fu Yu grabbed his collar and was about to lift his clothes to see who it was when another man rushed out from behind him. This man was timid and had been hiding. He only mustered up the courage to rush out after seeing his companion being kicked half to death. He didn't dare to hit the man on the back of the head, but just hit Fu Yu on the shoulder with a stick: "Go to hell!"
Fu Yu felt the pain and gritted his teeth before taking a half step forward.
"Run!" The man pulled up his companion on the ground, threw away the stick and ran away.
A sinister look flashed across the man's eyes. Fu Yu wanted to chase them. If he caught them, he would kick their hands and break them. But an evil wind blew from somewhere, and a piece of paper stuck to his face. He pulled the paper off, and when he wanted to chase them again, the two men had already run far away.
I looked down at the thing in my hand and saw a missing dog notice.
content:
[Nicholas Husky Peter Clark is lost!!! My dog is lost! It looks like the picture. If anyone finds my dog and returns it to me, I, Zhang Shiyao, will transfer him 100,000 yuan! But if you pick up and steal my dog and don't return it, you'll see what happens to you!]
[Contact number: 135xxxxx578]
Fu Yu threw the missing dog notice into the trash can in the basement, then touched his shoulder blade with his backhand and saw blood on it.
The stick was studded with nails that scratched his shirt and back.
After receiving the call, Fu Chen rushed to the hospital. The wound on Fu Yu's back had been treated and bandaged. He put his bloodstained shirt back on and buttoned it up one by one. The nurse packed up the treatment tray, glanced at the tall man who came in and said, "You can go and pay the fee later."
Fu Chen nodded and looked at the second brother with a frown on his face: "Have you called the police?"
Fu Yu said, "I have reported it."
"Did the person who hit you see clearly?"
Fu Yu's eyes were gloomy. "No, they all wore masks and covered themselves tightly." He added, "It doesn't matter whether the two minions are arrested or not. The talents behind them are important. I just won the bid for the land in Binhu District yesterday, and today I was beaten. There is no one else except the Zhang family."
"Can you handle it?" Fu Chen asked.
Fu Yu said: "It's a small matter."
The Zhang family and the Fu family have been sworn enemies since the older generation started from scratch. They have done countless things to muddy up the business world, and spending money to hire two thugs to beat people up like they did today is also their style.
Fu Chen was very angry about the beating of the second brother, but the second brother was vindictive, and since he said it was a small matter, he would definitely return it double. Of course, as the eldest brother, he would also settle accounts with them.
Otherwise, do you really think that the people in the Fu family are vegetarians?
"Okay," Fu Chen said, "I'll leave the development of the new land to you, but you need to pay more attention during this period."
"I know."
*
Two men were eating in the restaurant and discussing the land project. Chen Yuan could vaguely hear voices in the kitchen. He had been working here for three years after Uncle Jiang, the former housekeeper of the Fu family, retired. The Fu family was very easy to arrange for them in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation. However, there was something that gave him a headache recently. The Tibetan mastiff in the backyard had not eaten for several days. If it continued to starve, it might want to follow Mr. Fu and die.
"Xiao Zhou, come here," Chen Yuan called Xiao Zhou who was free, and handed the dog bowl to him, "Go feed the Tibetan mastiff."
"Ah? I'm going?" Little Zhou said reluctantly, "It wants to eat everyone it sees, but it won't eat any food. How creepy."
He walked to the backyard muttering to himself, and picked up a clothesline.
The Tibetan Mastiff was locked in a corner of the yard in a specially built large iron cage. The old man spent more than one million to buy it when he was still alive. However, the Tibetan Mastiff was not even an adult yet, but Mr. Fu left first, leaving the eight-month-old Tibetan Mastiff staring at the iron bars with longing eyes.
"Ah..." Xiao Zhou sighed, "You, you can't wait for your master."
He didn't dare to open the iron gate, so he tilted the big dog basin and stuffed it through the iron railing, then used the clothesline to push the basin towards the Tibetan mastiff: "Eat, mastiff, eat something, at least eat a few bites, listen to me, Mr. Fu is gone, and you should accept my condolences. Besides, a dog's life is also a life, it's better to live than to die, what do you think?"
The Tibetan Mastiff lay in the corner, raised its messy-haired head and looked at the people outside the cage.
Song Zhouqi wanted to cry.
He wanted to eat, but he was not in the mood. The moment he opened his eyes, he felt like a dog and couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.
"Woo..." Song Xingqi whimpered, continued to lie there with his head resting on his front paws, and his tail drooping on the ground motionlessly.
"It's strange," Xiao Zhou saw some pity for it. A few days ago, this Tibetan Mastiff was very ferocious and no one could get close to it. It would bare its fangs and snarl at anyone who approached it, with a ferocious look in its eyes. But now, its eyes were dark and round, without any ferocity in them, only watery and aggrieved look.
It’s over!
Xiao Zhou slapped his thigh on Monday, he is suffering from depression!
Xiao Zhou then told Chen Yuan his idea. Chen Yuan sighed, saying that it was indeed a Tibetan Mastiff and the saying that it would only recognize one master in its lifetime was true.
One side of the big iron cage was against the wall, and it had a tiled roof, which could keep out the wind and rain while also allowing ventilation and sunlight to come in. A swallow flew down from a branch and landed on the grass outside the cage. It tilted its head and stared at the Tibetan Mastiff in the cage, then quickly pecked at the ground a few times. After a while, it looked at the Tibetan Mastiff again, very alert. After making sure that the Tibetan Mastiff did not move, it tentatively leaped forward.
One step, two steps...the swallow jumped into the iron cage lightly and nimbly, grabbed the edge of the dog bowl with its tiny claws, and lowered its head to peck at the food quickly.
Song Xingqi looked at Yan Zi with a depressed look and asked, "Excuse me, can you understand what I am saying?"
The swallow raised its head, swallowed with its beak trembling slightly, then tilted its head and said, "Yes."
Suddenly, Song Xingqi stood up. Although the eight-month-old Tibetan Mastiff was not yet an adult, it already had the size of an average large dog, with a classic iron-clad golden color, a sturdy body, thick paws, and fur... which had become messy and tangled because no one could get close to it. He got so excited that he scared Yan Zi away.
"Come back, come back!" Song Zhouqi shouted.
Yan Zi just stared at him blankly.
Only when Song Xingqi calmed down again did the swallows descend from the branches and continue pecking at food.
Song Xingqi suppressed his excitement. He suddenly turned into a dog and was locked in a cage, unable to communicate with humans. He didn't know whether he had traveled to a parallel world or was reborn in the original world. He had to ask around and asked carefully, "Do you know what the place we are in is called?"
The little swallow pecked twice and tilted its head: "What's your name?"
Song Xingqi crawled a little closer: "Yes, yes, which province and city?"
The swallow said, "The city."
His dark eyes lit up again: "What city?"
Yan Zi was sure: "It's a human city."
"Forehead…"
"Human province, human city, you live in a house built for you by humans."
"......" Well, I'll listen to your words as you say. Song Xingqi thought for a moment and asked again, "What year and month is it now?"
"Chiji Nian Chiji Yue? What is Chiji Nian? Can we eat it?"
It seems that he doesn't know what year is.
Song Xingqi was depressed and went back to the corner to sit against the wall. Yan Zi looked at him with doubtful eyes. His small brain could not think of big problems. Song Xingqi lowered his furry head and muttered to himself: "I don't know how school is going. I miss my classmates and roommates, and my parents..."
Yan Zi said, "I want to, too."
Song Zhouqi asked: "What about your parents?"
Yan Zi: "You ate it."
"......"
Swallow: "I am the only one who has not died."
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