Chapter 948 Cat’s Revenge 39
"I added it for you, so I know you'll show up as soon as it's time for dinner." Xining said angrily: "Did you know that if a woman raises a man, the more she raises her, the poorer she becomes. And if a man raises a girl, the more he raises him, the richer he becomes?"< br>
The God of Death deeply felt her disgust: "I really have no money, how about help? If you ask me to do something, you can't let me pay with my body."
Phew~, when did this God of Death learn the word "meat repayment"? It's really gone bad.
"Then you wash the rice and cook the rice." Xining gave the pot to the God of Death and went to the side to start chopping vegetables.
The God of Death began to wash rice, quite decently: "There is too little business in the underworld now. I have to rush to collect souls and take them to the underworld, otherwise they will be sent to other underworlds. Even so, they will still go to other underworlds. The underworld is floating.”
"Do you know? The fourth son of G Consortium will announce his suicide tomorrow because he can't stand the public opinion."
"What?" She quickly put down the kitchen knife. Such explosive news would make her accidentally cut her finger.
He looked at the God of Death in disbelief: "He would commit suicide?" Probably not, G would not commit suicide, and he would not seek death if he was too stressed and would find a few cats to torture him.
After pouring out the turbid rice water, the God of Death poured water into the pot: "The dead person is an unclaimed body of a similar height, bought for 50,000 yuan. It was self-immolation anyway, and it was so burned that even the ghost could not recognize it." ”
"Death escape?" Xining understood instantly.
"Hmm!" The God of Death poured out the water again. That was enough. It was originally refined rice without rinsing. It only needs to be filtered through the water once or twice. If you rins it too much, it will lose its nutrients: "How much water should I add?"
"I'll do it!" Xining took the pot, put some water in it, put his index finger into the water, touched the surface of the rice under the water, and saw that the water level was one and a half fingers above the index finger. He took his finger out and gave the pot to the God of Death: " That’s it.”
Death looked at the pot: "How did you do it? I saw that humans all use measuring cups, but you, like the Orientals, use your fingers to measure."
"Isn't that simple?" Xining continued to chop vegetables: "You'll know just by estimating it. Put it in the rice cooker quickly, otherwise the food will be ready but the rice will not be cooked yet."
Think about it, the Grim Reaper is like a low-income person in society. He works so hard every day, but his income is still so little.
In fact, sometimes the level of salary has something to do with luck. If she didn't seize every opportunity and succeed, she might still be half-dead in front of the beauty goddess whose name she has forgotten.
After dinner, Death went to wash the dishes and pots. It was time for him to wash it, so she ate a bowl of rice. Death ate the rest of the food alone and ate up all the dishes.
Looking at the empty bowl, I really feel that it is true that men cannot afford it, and the same goes for male idols!
Sure enough, I saw the obituary published by the G Foundation the next day.
It is publicly stated that because G was originally a cowardly person, he set himself on fire because he could not bear the pressure of recent public opinion.
He really went there, tortured people and threw him into the sea alive. How could he tell that he was a cowardly person?
Part of G's "suicide note" was also made public. It was very emotional, thanking his family and deeply apologizing for the trouble he had brought to the family.
The last paragraph above is very interesting: "Use the raging flames to burn all the sins on me and on me. I am speechless and have no words to express. Only in the fire can I get innocence." .Farewell, the world of sin!”
This is obviously the rhythm of whitewashing! G, who was not yet twenty years old, and whose birthday would not be in two months, and who was still young, rich and handsome, passed away in the most tragic way.
The G consortium organized G's funeral as quickly as possible. Because he was burned to death, the coffin was closed and the body could not be visited. There is only one high school graduation photo before his death, enlarged and placed above the coffin.
Sure enough, against the backdrop of that photo that had been artistically processed to look handsome and refined, some people who didn't know the inside story began to sympathize with G, who committed suicide by self-immolation.
Public opinion suddenly took a 180-degree turn. Even if news broke again, it was refuted by many people.
Yes, everyone is dead, why are you bringing this up? The deceased is the most important person, whether in the East or the West. All rights and wrongs, merits and demerits, should disappear with the death of the person concerned. To say that, it is left to history to comment.
The stock price of Group G stopped falling and rebounded that day, rebounding in retaliation.
Letting one son fake his death can reverse the original defeat. Xining looked at all the news and couldn't help but admire the G Consortium's sophistication and decisiveness.
As for where G went? He was sent to a small island. This island is the property of the G family and was used for vacation. And there are so many places to go now that no one has been to in years. Several local people from another large island two kilometers away from the island were hired to be responsible for the maintenance and cleaning of the house. According to the local income, this amount of money is nothing, so the island is still preserved.
G being here is almost like house arrest. The island is only that big, and you can walk around it in half a day. There was no TV, no broadband, and no mobile phones. Even for communication, we had to go to the big island nearby and send telegrams by radio.
God knows why you bought such an island in this crappy place?
When G first started, I looked at the sea view, swam in a private pool or the beach, sunbathed, etc. every day. The few local people invited were responsible for the food and drink. But it had only been five or six days, and he was tired of it.
You can't expose your skin to too much sun either. Apart from swimming, you just have to find something to do in the room. There was a room full of books that he didn't even want to read. Moreover, it seems that no one has read the books since they were bought. They are all brand new and have no creases at all. Some of the pages had turned yellow and brittle after being stored for a long time. When he opened it, he could still tell that he was the first person to open the book.
There is also billiards in the room. And of course there are televisions and VCRs.
In this day and age, there are still video tapes here. Watching old movies from the last century, G felt like he was back in the Stone Age.
It's no use even giving me a mobile phone, there is no signal here. If there is an incoming call, the other party's mobile phone should always say "The user you dialed is not in the service area."
I really don’t know how long these days will last! Although Chairman G has already said that he should stay away for two or three years, and after the limelight has passed, he will be given a new identity and go to a country where no one knows him to start a new life.
I will give him a sum of money so that he can have enough food and clothing for the rest of his life.
Of course he can trust his father, he is his biological son after all. But what about his brothers and sisters? You must know that Chairman G is old. Who knows when he will die, then he will be miserable.
Not to mention a sum of money, those brothers and sisters might let him die on this island, and then ask the stocky and dark locals to dig a hole and bury him after his death.
(End of chapter)