Chapter 1229 The Remaining of the Acquisition Case

After the news of the Tengfei Building acquisition case started an entertainment carnival, it slowly ended with the end of the auction.

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

Until a few days later, a new turning point once cooled down again pushed this once-cooling news to the peak of hot spots.

Jia Dafu wants to jump off the building and commit suicide!

On the top of the tallest building in the city center, there is a tiny figure sitting. Because the distance is too far, from the bottom of the building, there is only a vague human figure outline.

A large crowd was crowded here, some were passing by onlookers, and some were professional journalists to grab the headlines. The cameras and jade slips were set up one after another, and the flashes were alternately turned on, aiming at the most unfortunate protagonist.

Every tragedy, every family's destruction, for these people who are engaged in capturing hot spots, they represent another income. For the spectators behind them, some of them are emotionally rich. After seeing it, they will shake their heads and sigh, but for more people, it is nothing more than a topic of conversation after dinner.

The constable in front of the building pulled up the isolation belt and struggled to maintain order. Several constables rushed to the roof and were trying hard to persuade him, but no one dared to really get close to Jia Dafu, for fear that one would inadvertently stimulate him.

Although the isolation measures can block the crowd, they cannot stop the heated discussions of them.

These people all had smiles on their faces, and there was no regret of a life that was about to disappear, but were full of impatientness.

"Can you jump faster? When will you drag it down?"

"I just heard that someone here was going to jump off the building and came to see the fun. I've been waiting for half an hour, so why not show it?"

"That's right, jump as soon as possible. I'm still rushing to work!"

A reporter carrying a microphone camera also echoed after hearing this: "That's right, we are still rushing to the next interview site! All time is delayed by him!"

In the reporter group, Song Qianqian, dressed in a fashionable dress, was also standing. She was in a disguise and sneaked into the auction site, making exclusive reports on the acquisition case, making a big profit for the newspaper. Now, the president naturally gave this follow-up news to her and continued to chase.

Although there were a few dissuasions from the older generation, they were all drowned in the noisy crowd.

The information that was constantly fed upwards from the bottom of the building was "jump, jump quickly". Although the constables were anxious, they were helpless with this group of troublemakers.

In a mess, a short-haired girl was rushing from the other end of the road.

Her hair was dyed with a light brown color similar to the original color, and she wore a loose cotton jacket with white fur on the collar. Her pretty face was childish, like a student who had just graduated.

A reporter's ID was hung on her chest, and she jumped rhythmically as she ran. On the ID was a photo of a bright smile, just like her, full of sunshine and vitality.

He found the large army of reporters in the crowd with difficulty. The girl seemed to have found an organization. She first asked Song Qianqian:

"Sister Qianqian, what's going on here now?"

Song Qianqian glanced at her and hummed twice with disdain.

"Yueju? Are you chasing the demolition case? Why did you come to this news?"

It seemed that she didn't want her colleagues from other newspapers to make jokes, but she didn't sarcastically. She still kept her eyes off the roof, for fear of missing the key shot. At the same time, she casually explained to the girl named Yueju:

"Jia Dafu made a request, he wanted to see Xilingchen and asked him to come here now. The constable and enthusiastic citizens were helping to contact him, but the other party had no response."

"It was," she sneered and hugged her arms, with exquisite makeup as if she had created a cold mask for her, and isolated all her due feelings. "President Xiling is so busy, how can he have time to see a loser play with monkeys."

"You're too much of it!" Yue Ju blurted out at her indifference, "That's a life!"

Song Qianqian glared at her angrily: "There are so many people in this world who die every day. Who is life not life? It's not the first day when he became a reporter, why are you still so childish?"

In fact, for reporters like Song Qianqian and others, if Jia Dafu was finally persuaded to go back, this rare hot news would become a mistake. After all, judging from the reactions of these onlookers, everyone hopes that he will really jump down and provide them with a little pleasure to the nerves that are being tortured by work.

By then, the working class can comfort themselves, and even the famous real estate boss can only end up committing suicide. It seems that my life is not that bad now.

In this ever-changing era, everyone is under great pressure and can only find some comfort for themselves from other people's tragedies.

Yueju wants to say something else, suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted:

"The message was completed, and it was his secretary who took it!"

"How to say it? How to say it?" The reporter and the onlookers all lit up and asked in unison.

"She said President Xiling is having a meeting, but even after the meeting, he will not come here, so Boss Jia doesn't have to wait any longer."

It was obvious that the matter was nothing to do with me, but at this time Yueju felt her heart fall down with a "gum".

Meetings...Is meetings more important than life?

Xilingchen, can he really do business without any guilt, but he doesn't have to be responsible for this tragedy he created with one hand?

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

Since everyone below the building knew about it, Jia Dafu naturally received news.

Next they saw the figure who had been still on the roof for a long time finally stood up shakingly, and one foot had already stepped to the edge of the roof.

"Jumped!"

"I'm finally going to jump!"

The crowd was unprecedentedly excited. He had already fallen into a tired heart due to long-term waiting. At this moment, he felt like he was being sucked in chicken blood. The jade slip and the camera were lifting higher than each other. The anchor was also broadcasting live in the live broadcast room, cooperating with his passionate explanation, as if the figure about to jump down from the roof was just an NPC in the game and the object of fun for people.

Yueju felt only anxious and sad in this situation. She was really ashamed to be with this group of mobs, looking at the critical scene on the rooftop, turning her heart to her heart, turning around and running.

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

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

Yueju was pushed by the detectives, and she could not resist, so she could only scream with all her strength:

"Boss Jia, calm down and never be impulsive..."

The nerves of the detectives around him were tense, and the figure that was still in motion seemed to be slightly surprised. After a while of silence, he slowly turned around.

Due to the recent popularity of public opinion, Yueju has also seen photos of Jia Dafu in videos and news. But now he looks a lot thinner than in the news, with his cheeks deep and unshaven beard. He is not like a big boss who once called the wind and rain. He is simply a decadent homeless man.

Seeing him and thinking about his radiant appearance in the interview, Yueju's nose felt sore and a layer of mist quietly floated in her eyes. She was really heartbroken for this stranger.

Jia Dafu tried hard to concentrate his eyes and looked at her outfit, especially when he saw the press ID in front of her, he let out a hoarse and bitter smile.

"You are also a reporter... You are very dedicated. In order to grab the headlines, you have come to this first scene."

He pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly. Such a smile appeared on his skinny face, but it only made people feel terrifying.

"But... why don't there be any equipment? Don't record audio, don't record video? Don't do...what a reporter should do?"

Yueju quickly shook her head vigorously, and as if she remembered something, she took out the recorder from her pocket and pressed the close button in front of him.

"I don't record. Today, I am not a reporter, I just want to talk to you as an ordinary person. Is it OK?"

Jia Dafu was stunned for a moment, perhaps thinking about what the little girl who suddenly ran up and said some strange words wanted to get from him again.

"It's not a reporter... there's nothing to talk about." After a while, he waved his hand in disgust. This action made his figure in the wind shake violently, as if it would fall down at any time. "If you want to talk, you should go to Xilingchen."

"He is in the limelight now. If you have any connection with him, it will be enough for you to become popular. Why... come and find me, the loser..."

His voice became lighter and softer, and he was about to turn around and face another world... the door that was about to open.

Yue Ju was anxious and blurted out: "Wait, Boss Jia!...Uncle Jia?"

Jia Dafu was stunned and turned his gaze hesitantly: "Why, do you recognize me?"

Yueju shook her head and answered honestly: "I don't pay much attention to the business circle. Before this month, I didn't even know your name. I didn't want to make any relationship with you. But since you are still a living person and a life, it is worthy of respect!"

Perhaps seeing that the two were talking in a harmonious manner, the constable's obstruction gradually relaxed. At the same time, the constable who was on the edge also quietly moved his position while Jia Dafu was not distracted, so as to prepare for rescue at any time.

As the obstacle retreated, Yueju also walked forward step by step. Her short hair was blown slightly by the strong wind on the rooftop, but there was no trace of hair covering her clear eyes.

"What I respect is your life, and I hope you can respect your life too."

She said softly. The blue sky and white clouds reflected in her pupils, so clear that it seemed that it did not belong to the clarity of this world.

Jia Dafu was stunned. He worked hard in the "business market is like a battlefield" for many years, and he always believed that the strong will live and the weak will die. If someone had said this to him in the past, he would only think that the other party was either a lunatic or a fool.

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... do you know that the rich and poor... life of different classes is not all equivalent... The value of life of the rich and powerful is far better than the lives of the common people..."

Even the first aid bed in the clinic will be arranged to move in first. In the past, he was also a wealthy class and had a lot of money in his hands. He always thought it was natural because the money in his hands was enough to control his destiny. He also believed that people who were able to drive the market economy were naturally more qualified to survive than those civilians.

It was not until he became a loser that he personally experienced the coldness and cruelty of this society.

He was still the past and had never changed, but he no longer had the wealth of the past. So those who once flattered him and flattered him all turned the direction of the wind and attacked him unyieldingly.

He clearly encountered the most painful failure in his life, no one comforted him, no one cared about what he thought.

When he woke up in the emergency room, the first thing he got was the bill given to him by the clinic. But the family who was supposed to be with him didn't know where he went and didn't even pay the medical expenses for him.

These days, what he kept receiving was a debt collection communication between the money house and the usury company. They were afraid that he would never pay back his money any later, and they were even more afraid that he would return the limited money to another company first.

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

Even those old friends who have been with him for many years have tried their best to convince the shareholders who came to join the joint venture with him in advance and kept wanting to get their money back. Although the money may be a drop in the bucket for them, it will be a bit worse for him.

Friends? Losers are not worthy of having friends. This is his deepest experience these days.

Only when you fall to the bottom once can you know who is really worthy of deep friendship with. And the conclusion he came to is...

No.

There wasn't even one by him.

He has worked hard for so many years and has been happy for so many years... There have been so many people around him, and he has heard of so many flatteries...

——But they all come for profit, and when the profit is exhausted, there will be gone. No one can trust his sincerity, and no one has ever truly cared about him...

If he and Xilingchen are really equal lives, why did he beat him so miserably that no one was equally upholding justice for them, and everyone just rushed to kneel down and lick the winner, but tortured him, the loser like a dog falling into the water?

Now there is a person standing in front of him and saying to himself... respect his life... Isn't this ridiculous?

"Since you are a reporter, I will accept your interview..." Jia Dafu smiled bitterly as he stared at Yueju with his wooden eyes, "It just so happens that I have a lot of things, I want to ask Xilingchen, the public..."

It also seemed like a sudden injected vitality into him, like a dying man, the final rebirth.

Yueju nodded in a hurry. She knew that she must try her best to stabilize Jia Dafu and satisfy him. As for whether to interview or not, it is secondary.

“…Okay, you said.”
Chapter completed!