445: Chapter 67: Toiling All Day, or Leaping into the Abyss?
(10,000 Daily Completed!)_2 445: Chapter 67: Toiling All Day, or Leaping into the Abyss?
(10,000 Daily Completed!)_2 “Uncle, I…”
“I take everything that scumbag says as fart, little Sun, just wait and see.”
CEO Cheng signaled him to shut up and turned to look for that waterlogged old potato.
“Ugh, Cheng Daqi, you’ll not die a good death, I beg you, let die, spare .”
Suffocation, hypoxia, relief, then suffocation, hypoxia, and relief again.
After round after round, Ai Guobei’s spirit was no longer normal.
“Old Ai, how could you be so careless to end up like this, Riel, Danze, what have you done?”
“Chan, we’re just playing a ga, hahaha.”
The giant bear Riel untied Ai Guobei, knowing that his boss felt it was almost enough.
“Take him to the basent, we’ll talk in a different place.”
Chief Glu’s old factory was a good place, once that basent door closed, the person inside wouldn’t see the next life.
“What about him?”
Danze had a bit more brain than Riel, he noticed that CEO Cheng seed to have overlooked another person.
“Let him hang for another couple of days.
Watch over him for these two days, and after I leave, lock him in the basent’s iron cage.
Don’t talk to him, and don’t feed him, just giving him so water should be enough, Old Ai was quite happy drinking it, right?”
Being a driver ≠ imdiate release.
CEO Cheng’s expectations for vermin were very low; he intended to let Sun Xuewen rember the beatings.
CEO Cheng hadn’t helped anyone quit drugs before; he played by his own rules, using dog training thods to see if they worked before talking.
Sun Dongxin had handed the man over to him, so Cheng Daqi wouldn’t let Brother Sun down; he truly wanted to reform little Sun.
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Being driven non-stop by the police from the capital to Saint Rodu, as an old-tir, Ai Guobei was beginning to feel weary.
Walking on the street and getting kidnapped, struggling and being knocked out, Ai Guobei started to get headaches.
Being brutally tortured just for the sake of torture, Ai Guobei began to go insane.
However, the mont he was dragged into the basent like a dead dog by Riel, Ai Guobei’s fear once again took over his entire mind.
At this point, regrets, hatred, and even curses were insignificant; during suffocation, he wished for death to escape the pain, but now, he wanted to live.
Ai Guobei’s few remaining rational thoughts told him, Cheng Daqi wouldn’t have put him through so much trouble for nothing.
Even if CEO Cheng was tornting him just for pleasure, he’d rather endure longer torture than die.
As long as he could live, even if it ant living like a dog, Ai Guobei felt it was better than death.
“Cheng, Cheng Daqi, what exactly do you want to do?
I can apologize, I can go to jail, I can compensate you with money, I can publicly admit I was wrong, please, spare .
I didn’t want to beco what I am now, but I had no choice, you’re still young, you don’t understand what it was like back then…”
The desire to survive is terrifying, especially since Ai Guobei was an opportunist, his inner selfishness so strong, driving him to fight for his life even in such desperate circumstances.
“Shut him up.”
Sitting on the couch, Cheng Daqi watched as Riel took out a cup and stuffed it into Ai Guobei’s mouth.
The basent fell silent once more.
CEO Cheng replayed his thoughts for the last ti.
Along the way, he had gambled about three tis.
The first was for survival in the library, the second was to gain Mi’er’s true friendship, and the third involved the suffocating stakes in the process of taking down Glu.
The reason these gambles were ntioned, ignoring many others, was that the outcos of these three attempts could be beyond his control, yet they were too important for him not to gamble on.
The posture of a hidden dragon in the abyss did not suit CEO Cheng’s life model; his informational advantage was too short-lived.
From the beginning, he was attempting ‘to see the dragon in the field.'”
Whether it was making viral short videos or trying to beco friends with people like Lisa and Temir, these were his attempts.
There were so setbacks later, but his career was also getting started.
For a long ti, be it in the company or in social connections, CEO Cheng pushed to the limit.
The rewards were substantial, perfectly fitting the saying from the Qian hexagram: ‘Perseverance throughout the day.’
Now, he had people on the West Coast and so standing in Arica.
Leverage, leverage, as long as you borrow enough and mix it up, then a new force erges.
Sowhat like the concept in cultivation novels of ‘turning breath into essence,’ CEO Cheng had harvested so many people’s breath, and finally, it seed he had a bit of his own climate, one that was uniquely his.
From the human perspective, there may be a cruel logic to this world — people fall into two categories, predators and prey.
Predators may eat their kind, but the prey can only ever beco food for others.
Cheng Daqi would feel he’s on the wrong path, and this is his concern.
As he began to use so powers to suppress and control others, he had beco one of the predators.
This was far from his original intention.
‘The end can justify the ans, but there must be sothing that justifies the end…’
Cheng Daqi thought of what Xiao Zhao had said, and after a while, he opened his eyes.
“Old Ai, do you know why I’m putting you through this?”
“I don’t know, but we’re just playing, aren’t we?”
“Don’t play dumb, I’ve always said, you’re not worthy of being hacked, even less worthy of acting dumb.”
“I really don’t know, *sob sob sob*, I really don’t know, it’s not a huge deal, right?
Worst case, I’ll just avoid you from now on, you can even kill , *sob sob sob*, why torture like this!”
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