Zhou Lin - Chapter 177 Chapter of the Sacrifice (1)

My name is Li Xiaofan, I am 26 years old and I am an… investigative reporter.

Sorry, I’m a little nervous because I’m not used to introducing myself like this.

Until yesterday, I was just a delivery boy; maybe many people don’t know what this position does, but let me put it simply… I am the one who pushes a cart from the mailroom every day. Come out and distribute the folders one by one to the guys on the corresponding desks.

Except for the period when I send documents, my colleagues generally can’t even see me; my presence in the company is about the same as that of the cleaning aunt. In fact, even the cleaning aunt can scold me…well, they can’t even see me. The chairman dared to scold him but that was another story.

I was born in a big city. My family was quite wealthy when I was a child, and I had seen a bit of the world.

Unfortunately, by the time I entered junior high school, my family was in decline.

That year, my father failed in business, started drinking, and finally disappeared from the world… When I saw him again, it was in the morgue of a hospital in the third year after he ran away from home; let me and The police officer who went to claim the body told us that the cause of death was a drug overdose.

In the three years since my father disappeared, my mother sold off all the properties in the family to pay off the debts left by my father. In order for me to continue to stay in the big city to receive an education, I have been a full-time housewife for more than ten years and have a relatively low level of education. My mother, who was not very wealthy, went out to find a job again.

She serves dishes in a restaurant six days a week, working 12 hours a day. The content of her working meal never changes – a bowl of white rice and a large plate of stir-fried shredded potatoes for all the waiters to share; the rest of the day, She also had to work part-time as an hourly job. From morning to evening, she had to visit at least five or six houses, cleaning rooms, washing clothes, and cooking in each house…

Even so, my mother’s income can barely support our daily lives and my tuition expenses.

I often advise her that there is no need to work so hard. I can go back to my hometown in the countryside with her, where we don’t have to rent a house and can live with my grandparents. I don’t mind studying in the school there.

But she always told me that this was her fate, because she had enjoyed so many blessings in the past ten years, and now it was God who asked her to repay the debt.

On the day I learned about my father’s death, I was probably more angry and hateful than sad. I hated this man who abandoned his wife and children, and I hated him for causing my mother to suffer so much.

But the mother held her father’s body and cried until she couldn’t help herself.

I didn’t understand it at the time, but many years later I understood… She was crying for the man who loved her and cared for her for more than ten years, not for the drunkard who ran away from home; she was crying all the time. Waiting, waiting for the man from back then to come back, but when he saw the body, this expectation was completely shattered.

During my junior year of college, my mother fell ill.

In fact, she had already become ill from overwork, but she just hid it from me. Seeing that I was almost able to step into the society and stand on my own feet, she seemed to be relieved… Many people are like this. They always overdraw themselves on weekdays. One day, If a string that has been stretched loosens, it will suddenly collapse.

My mother became ill and passed away just two months later.

The impact of my mother’s death on me is unspeakable, but I finally got back on my feet; life will go on, and I don’t want to become like my father…

Looking back on my college days, I was definitely not a person who was good at reading, and it would not be an exaggeration to call me a student scumbag.

Before junior high school, because my family was well off, it was not a big problem to be a bad student. Anyway, I went to a private school, the kind that I could attend with a sponsorship fee… At that time, I always felt: I just need to endure a few more years and wait. After finishing high school, they will be sent abroad, find a pheasant university to get gold-plated, and then return to their country to continue working in their own company.

But then the situation changed, and I quickly became sensible.

During my high school years, even though I went to a public school that was notoriously bad, I was not distracted by anything else except studying, such as making friends, falling in love early, playing games, going out for fun… I didn’t have that at all. time and economic costs.

Even bad boys are not interested in me. In their eyes, I am the kind of person who not only can’t squeeze out a penny, but also plays with your life when you get angry, and after playing with you, I can blackmail someone else out of you. The proletarian fighter of Gua Liang Zao.

I walk to and from school every day. No matter it’s 40 degrees high or it’s raining and snowing, I insist on walking the 40-minute one-way trip. In this way, I can save 88 yuan in bus fares a month (to travel to various places). 2 yuan, calculated as going to school 22 times a month), to subsidize school food expenses; although there is a TV in the house my mother and I rent, we never turn it on, and even the set-top box is returned; I surf the Internet all the time. My neighbor’s WIFI, and I only turn on my second-hand broken computer when I need to study, and don’t turn it on at all other times…just to save power.

In this way, apart from going to school and helping my mother with some housework, I spend all my time studying hard.

However, I really didn’t have the talent to take exams. Even though I worked so hard, I finally got into a decent university and entered the Chinese Department.

Yes, aspiring to be a journalist, I didn’t even graduate from a “journalism department.”

By the way, I asked my classmates in the journalism department how the employment situation is there? People told me that even after graduating from the journalism department, less than 10% of people can actually work in the media, and the vast majority of them get in through connections.

In this way, the second year after my mother passed away, I left college, took a diploma, and entered the society.

Like most college students who just came out of school, I was arrogant, enthusiastic, naive, and courageous…and then, within half a year, these qualities were basically worn away.

There are some things that society teaches you that parents and teachers cannot teach you. They are things that words can describe but cannot truly convey. They can only be understood through your own experience.

Society will tell you in its own unique way: you are ordinary, you are stupid, you may indeed have some shining points… but no one cares except you, your understanding of fairness needs to be improved, and what you have paid Trust sometimes needs to be paid for, your ideas are worthless to others before you prove your worth, and so on.

Generally speaking, the more setbacks you experience, the more opportunities you have to learn.

I gradually became an adult that I once looked down upon and hated…

At the age of 24, after moving around several companies, wasting a lot of youth, and suffering a lot of losses, I finally entered a large company related to publishing and media; I worked carefully, treated people carefully, and treated people carefully. Flattery and cautiously follow the same party and oppose those who are different.

After enduring it for more than a year, I finally got a transfer letter.

All of this was naturally part of my calculations… The leader who transferred me thought that he had slept with my girlfriend, so he fulfilled my request out of a guilty conscience.

He transferred me away to calm things down and calm down the situation; but in fact, the woman he was sleeping with… was not my girlfriend at all.

In this office building, no one, from the manager to the director to the front desk cleaner, can take a fancy to me.

In terms of hard indicators, I have an average appearance, an average education, and a poor family; in terms of talent, I can’t even speak serious English, but I learn Chinese well, but overall my performance is glib and extremely poor. Poor, always on the verge of sexual harassment… Who can look down on me?

What happened this time was just a little trick. I first secretly found the girl’s mobile phone number and social networking site nickname, and then used the PS technology that I have studied by myself and studied for many years… Speaking of PS, I still download the software. The pirated version… forged several group photos and chat records to defraud the leader, and then threatened to tell his wife about it.

Then he would naturally panic.

Once he panics, things will be easier to handle.

I promised him – As long as I can be transferred, I will cut off contact with that woman, and she will not mention me in front of you. From now on, we will act as if nothing happened. However, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. Anyway, after the transfer, I won’t work on the same floor as you.”

In this way, I transformed from a letter boy to an investigative reporter.

I have to say that today’s society is really a relationship society. Whether you have academic qualifications and abilities are sometimes not as important as do you have connections.

However, through this experience, I also discovered that I am not useless.

It turns out… I’m surprisingly quite talented when it comes to investigating intelligence, gossiping, blackmailing, and speculating on people’s hearts.