The news of the acquisition of the Tengfei Building, after setting off an entertainment carnival, slowly came to an end with the end of the auction.

After all, in this era of information explosion, there will be new hot spots updated every day, and no one can always follow the same news.

It wasn't until a few days later that a new twist pushed this once-cool news to the peak of hot spots again.

Jia Dafu wants to commit suicide by jumping off the building!

On the top of the tallest building in the city center, there was a small figure, because it was too far away, and at the bottom of the building, there was only a vague silhouette of a human figure.

A large crowd crowded here, some of them passing by, and some of them were professional reporters who came to grab the headlines. The camera and the jade slip were set up one after another, and the flashes were turned on and off, both aimed at the most unfortunate protagonist.

Every tragedy, every family breakdown, for these people who make a career out of capturing hot spots, just represents another income for them. As for the spectators behind them, some of them are emotional, and after reading them, they will shake their heads and sigh, but for more people, it is nothing more than an after-dinner conversation.

In front of the building, the arrest quickly pulled up the isolation belt, struggling to maintain order, and several arresters also rushed to the roof of the building, trying to persuade them, but no one dared to really approach Jia Dafu's body, for fear that one would accidentally stimulate him.

Although the quarantine measures can stop the crowd, they can't stop their hot talk.

These people all had smiles on their faces, and instead of regretting the imminent loss of a human life, they were full of impatience.

"Can you hurry up if you want to jump?

"I just heard that someone here is going to jump off the building to come and see the excitement, I've been waiting for half an hour, don't put on a show, right?"

"That's it, if you want to jump, jump quickly, I'm still in a hurry to go to work!"

A reporter carrying a microphone and a camera echoed when he heard this: "That's right, we're still in a hurry to go to the next interview site! Time is all delayed here!"

In the group of reporters, there was also Song Qianqian, who was dressed in fashion. At the beginning, she infiltrated the auction site in disguise, made an exclusive report on the acquisition, and made a lot of money for the newspaper, and now this follow-up news, the president naturally handed it over to her to continue chasing.

Among them, although there were also a few dissuasions from the older generation, they were all drowned in the noisy crowd.

The information constantly fed back from the bottom of the building upwards is "jump quickly, jump quickly", although the fast catchers are anxious, they are helpless to take this group of people.

In the chaos, a girl with short hair was hurrying from the other end of the road.

Her hair was dyed a similar pale brown color, and she wore a loose padded jacket with a white fluff trim at the neckline. The delicate face is childish, like a student who has just graduated.

With a press card hanging on her chest, and with her rhythmic jumping as she runs, there is a photo of her smiling face, just like herself, full of sunshine and vitality.

Laboriously found a large army of reporters in the crowd, and the girl was like finding an organization, so she first asked Song Qianqian:

"Sister Qianqian, what's the situation here now?"

Song Qian glanced at her and snorted twice disdainfully.

"Aren't you chasing that demolition case? Why did you come here to run this news?"

It seems that she doesn't want her colleagues from other newspapers to see the joke, but she doesn't ridicule it too much. While his eyes were still on the roof of the building, for fear of missing the key shot, he casually explained to the girl named Yuetang:

Jia Dafu made a request, he wanted to see Xilingchen, and asked him to come here now. Catchers and enthusiastic citizens are helping to make contact, but there has been no response from the other side. ”

"Originally," she sneered and folded her arms, her delicate makeup, as if creating a cold mask for her, isolating all her due feelings, "President Xiling is so busy, how can he have time to watch a loser play monkey." ”

"You're going too far!" Tsukibana blurted out in shock at her indifference, "That's a human life!"

Song Qianqian glared at her angrily: "There are many people dying every day in this world, whose life is not fate? It's not the first day to be a reporter, why are you still so naïve?"

In fact, for reporters like Song Qianqian, if Jia Dafu is finally persuaded to go back, this rare hot news will become an oolong. After all, judging from the reactions of these onlookers, everyone hoped that he would really jump down and provide them with a little pleasure from the nerves that were being tortured by work and becoming increasingly paralyzed.

At that time, the working class will be able to console themselves that even the famous real estate boss can only end up committing suicide, and it seems that my life is not so bad now.

In this ever-changing era, everyone is under a lot of pressure, and they can only find a little comfort for themselves from the tragedies of others.

Yueju was about to say more, and suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted:

"The summons has been opened, and it was his secretary who took it!"

"What do you say, how do you say it?" the reporters and the onlookers all lit up and asked in unison.

She said that President Xiling was having a meeting, but even if the meeting was over, she wouldn't come, so Boss Jia didn't have to wait any longer. ”

It's clear that it's none of his business, but at this time, Yue Tang also felt his heart "clang" and fell.

Meeting...... Is a meeting more important than a human life?

Xilingchen, he can really do business without guilt, but he doesn't have to be responsible for this tragedy he single-handedly created?

Is the business world too scary, or is this society too scary?

Now that everyone downstairs knows about it, Jia Dafu's side naturally got the news.

Then they saw that the figure on the roof of the building, which had been still for a long time, finally staggered to its feet, and one foot had already stepped on the edge of the roof.

"Jumped!"

"It's finally time to jump!"

The crowd was unprecedentedly excited, and the heart that had already fallen into fatigue due to the long wait suddenly seemed to be beaten again, and Yu Jian and the camera were raised higher and higher one by one. There is also an anchor who is broadcasting live in the live broadcast room, with his passionate explanation, as if the figure who is about to jump off the roof of the building is just an NPC in the game, an object for people to amuse.

In this situation, Yuetangi only felt anxious and sad. She was really ashamed to be in the company of this group of rabble, looking at the critical scene on the rooftop, she turned her heart sideways, turned around and ran.

Through the safety ladder inside the building, she rushed all the way to the top of the building, all the way to the rooftop.

As soon as several catchers on the roof saw her, they immediately stepped forward to stop her and whispered orders to her to leave. After all, Jia Dafu's mood is very unstable now, and he must not be stimulated at all.

Yueju was pushed by the arrestees, she couldn't resist, she could only scream with all her might:

"Boss Jia, calm down, don't be impulsive......"

The nerves of the people around them were tense, and the figure that stood still seemed to be slightly stunned, and after a long silence, it slowly turned around.

Due to the recent popularity of public opinion, Yuetang has also seen photos of Jia Dafu in videos and news. But now he looks thinner than in the news, his cheeks are deep, his beard is unshaven, and he still looks like a big boss who once called for wind and rain, and he is simply a decadent tramp.

Seeing him in person, and then thinking of his radiant appearance in the interview in the past, Yuetang's nose was sore, and a layer of mist quietly floated in her eyes, she was really distressed for this stranger.

Jia Dafu tried to concentrate his gaze and looked at her dress, especially when he saw the press card in front of her, he let out a hoarse wry smile.

"You're a journalist too...... It's very dedicated, in order to grab the headlines, they all chased to this first scene. ”

He tugged at the corners of his mouth stiffly, and such a smile appeared on his skinny face, but it only made people feel terrible.

"But...... Why don't you have any equipment? Don't you record, don't you record? Don't do it...... What should a journalist do?"

Yueju hurriedly shook his head vigorously, and as if he remembered something, he took out a voice recorder from his pocket and pressed the close button in front of him.

"I don't record. I'm not a journalist today, I'm just an ordinary person, and I want to talk to you, okay?"

Jia Dafu was stunned for a moment, perhaps wondering what this little girl who suddenly ran up and said some strange things wanted to get from him.

"Not a journalist...... Then there is nothing to talk about. After a while, he waved his hand in disgust, and this action made his figure at the tuyere sway even more violently, as if it would fall down at any time, "If you want to talk, you should go to Xilingchen." ”

"He's in the limelight now, just have a little relationship with him, it's enough for you to be on fire for a while. Why...... Come back to me, a loser......"

His voice grew softer and softer, and he was about to turn around again to face the other world...... The door that is about to open.

Yueju was in a hurry, and blurted out: "Wait, Boss Jia...... Uncle Jia?"

Jia Dafu was stunned for a moment, and turned his gaze hesitantly: "What, do you recognize me?"

Tsukiju shook his head and replied honestly, "I don't usually pay much attention to the business world, and before this month, I didn't even know your name. I don't want to have anything to do with you, but since you are still a living person and a life, you deserve respect!"

Or seeing that the conversation between the two was quite harmonious, the blocking of the catch was gradually relaxed. At the same time, the catcher who was guarding the edge also took advantage of Jia Dafu's distraction and quietly moved his position to be ready for rescue at any time.

The obstacle receded, and Yue Tang stepped forward step by step, her short ear-length hair fluttering slightly by the strong wind on the rooftop, but there was no trace of broken hair, covering her clear eyes.

"I respect your life, and I hope you will respect your own life as well. ”

She said softly. The blue sky and white clouds are reflected in the pupils, so clear, as if they do not belong to the clarity of this world.

Jia Dafu was stunned. After working hard for many years in the environment of "shopping malls like battlefields", he has always believed that the strong give birth to the weak and die, if someone told him such things before, he would only feel that the other party was either crazy or stupid.

However, when he stood at the junction of life and death for the first time, he also had a different understanding of the meaning of life.

"Life...... Did you know that rich and poor...... The lives of different classes are not all equal...... The lives of the rich and powerful are worth far more than the lives of commoners......"

Even if it is an emergency bed in the medical hall, the powerful will be arranged to stay first. In the past, he himself was a wealthy class, and he had a lot of money in his hands, and he always took it for granted, because the money in his hands was enough to control his fate, and he also thought that people who had the ability to drive the market economy were naturally more qualified to live than those ordinary people.

It wasn't until he himself became a loser that he experienced first-hand the coldness and cruelty of this society.

He is still the same as he used to be, and he has never changed, but he no longer has the wealth of the past in his hands. So those who used to slap him and flatter him all turned the wind around at the same time and attacked him unrelentingly.

Obviously, he suffered the worst defeat of his life, and no one comforted him, and no one cared about what he thought.

When he came to his senses in the emergency room, the first thing he got was a bill from the medical center. And the family members who were supposed to be by his side didn't know where they went, and they didn't even pay for his medical expenses.

In the days that followed, he continued to receive debt collection communications from money banks and loan sharks. They were afraid that if he was one step too late, his money would never be repaid, and they were even more afraid that he would return the limited money to someone else.

No one cares about his life or death, all they care about is his debts.

Even those old friends who have been friends for many years, he tried his best to persuade the shareholders who came to the joint venture with him early to get their money back. Although that money may be just a drop in the bucket for them, it is even worse for themselves.

Friends: Losers don't deserve friends. This is what he has learned most deeply these days.

Only when you fall to the bottom once can you know which people around you are really worthy of deep friendship. And he came to the conclusion that......

No.

There wasn't even one by his side.

He has worked hard for so many years and lived happily for so many years...... I used to be surrounded by so many people and heard so much flattery......

- but they all come for profit, and they go when they are exhausted. No one can be trusted, no one has ever really cared about him......

If he and Xilingchen are really equal lives, why did he beat himself so badly, no one administers justice for them equally, everyone just swarms to kneel and lick the winner, but tortures him like a reservoir dog?

Now there was a man standing in front of him, saying to himself...... Respect for his life...... Isn't that ridiculous?

"Since you are a reporter, I will accept your interview......" Staring at Yuetang with a pair of wooden eyes, Jia Dafu smiled bitterly, "It just so happens that I also have a lot to say, I want to ask Xilingchen, please ask the public, please ......"

In him, it was also like a sudden injection of vitality, like a dying man, the last return to light.

Tsukiju nodded hastily. She knows that now she must try to stabilize Jia Dafu first and satisfy him, as for what to interview or not, it is secondary.

“…… Okay, you say. ”

(End of chapter)