Chapter 951 Cat’s Revenge 42
G felt like he was going crazy, but he couldn't go crazy. Once he went crazy, he would really be abandoned by his family.
Now he really wished that all his brothers and sisters would get on a plane, and then the plane would crash and they would all fall to their deaths. In this way, all the property belongs to him, otherwise even if nothing happens to him, the monthly living expenses fixed by the foundation will be shared equally.
If they all die, then Chairman G will make up a reason, saying that he is an illegitimate child or something. After taking a paternity test and getting a new identity, he can go back to his previous life as a conglomerate son.
But now he has nothing but lying there like pieces of forgotten salted fish, dreaming sweet dreams.
Already trying to escape, to the big island. Take a flight out of here, even if there is no money from the G Consortium, with his ability, he should be able to start over in other countries. It's better than being imprisoned here and being gradually forgotten.
But the few local people hired to look at the house didn't expect him to be quite stupid, but they always noticed him. Hiding in a small boat, stealing it and rowing it himself, it has progressed to the point where he now sits in a large wooden basin in the middle of the night and rows with a homemade oar.
This large basin is used by local people for bathing. There is no bathtub in the area. In addition to direct water flushing, wooden tubs are also used for bathing. Although there is a bathtub on his island, having one like this is convenient for washing and washing. He saw that it was quite thick, so he got up secretly in the middle of the night and moved it into the sea to try it. If he could float it, he immediately pulled a branch and used it as an oar to paddle away.
But the pair were discovered again.
When the small boat equipped with a diesel engine came over with a "chu-chu-chu", he wanted to die. Why is it so hard to escape? If he had known this, he should have escaped before he "died". At that time, the security guard watching him might have scared or bribed him with some money, and he might have been able to escape.
He was pulled onto the boat with his bucket, and the boat chugged back to the island.
"Let me go, you bastards..." G angrily cursed all the curse words he knew, but what he got was the laughter of these four dark-skinned locals.
All they can answer is: "I don't understand English."
With such a unified caliber, no one can believe that they don’t understand. Even if he didn't understand, he looked like he wanted to leave the island, but he always got caught.
He was thrown on the soft beach, and the barrel was naturally taken away by a boat off the island. They should send someone to the big island to report their work. I don’t know whether to report it to Chairman G, an older brother, sister, or their mother. You can imagine the gloating, sarcastic or proud smiles on their faces.
Lying on the beach, he was so angry that he clenched his fists and smashed them hard. But no matter how hard he exerts himself, the soft gravel will dissolve all his strength. Just like the four hired locals, all his efforts were like fists hitting the beach.
The only way to leave the island is to swim across it. It's a two-kilometer journey, which isn't too far. After practicing for a year and a half, relying on your young strength and finding a day with a favorable wind, you should be able to do it. But the problem is, there are sharks in this sea area. There are not many sharks. There are many fish here and they are not very aggressive. But until the end, who wants to gamble with their life?
His fingers sunk into the gravel, clenching tightly, his head buried in his elbows, desperate enough to cry. Is freedom so out of reach? This is no different from going to jail. This is also a prison, but he is the only one in jail!
A soft voice blew along the cool sea breeze at night: "Do you want to leave this island?"
G was startled and raised his head suddenly. A young girl wearing a rose-grey evening dress appeared not far away from me at some point. Her long skirt was fluttering in the night wind, just like a fairy who had just come ashore from the sea. So ethereal and beautiful.
"Who are you?" G stood up immediately. He had been on the island for almost three months and no one talked to him. He was almost going crazy.
"Do you want to leave here?" the girl asked again.
"Of course!" G looked around. Where did this woman come from? I had never seen her before.
"If you are willing to pay a small price, you can leave here, will you?"
"I'm willing, but it depends on the price." G was thinking about it. From ancient times to the present, especially for sailors, it is said that there is a kind of siren in the sea, which seduces people and leads them into the sea and then drowns them. Another option is to use a beautiful singing voice, such as a mermaid. The other party waved his hand, and a piece of paper flew toward him: "Look clearly, sign it, and you can leave here."
The paper was about to fly to his face, so G subconsciously grabbed it and read it under the moonlight.
"One year of life in exchange for leaving here and going to a country where cats are killed and tortured at will." The above clause jumped into his eyes.
"Cats can be killed and tortured at will?" G questioned doubtfully.
"Some countries are overrun with animals, and some have no relevant laws. Look at the supplementary terms at the back. If you are not satisfied with the place you go to, you can change to the place where you originally lived after one month." Xining smiled and said Knowing that G has a lot of thoughts and bad things, the after-sales service has been taken care of for him so that he has no worries.
"I helped you choose the office of the editor-in-chief of Global Times. I guarantee that the editor-in-chief will be there at the time, so you don't have to make an appointment through an assistant. It is in the same city as the headquarters of G Group and is close to G Group."
"As for how you restore your identity, face the public, and return to the G Consortium to take back everything that belongs to you, it is your own business. This contract does not include these."
G looked up and down a few more times: "Buying it with my life span means I will lose one year of my life span? Who are you?"
Xining smiled: "My name is Xining, I am a god, a god who gives people hope and peace."
Of course G doesn’t believe it: “Isn’t God supposed to redeem the world?”
"Really?" Xi Ning smiled: "As far as I know, there is no god in this world who can save people without any reward. If you know who he is, just go and ask him."
Tsk, are you the only one who still wants to be redeemed? Even if I'm paid, I don't want to care about it.
Stupid human beings would be too naive if they just wanted to be saved by burning some incense, kowtowing a few times, and sincerely repenting. Of course, the gods of Aos have done this kind of thing a lot in ancient times, and they agreed as soon as their ears softened, but now they are not so easy to dismiss.
For example, no matter how much faith you give to the Queen of Heaven, she will not help the Mistress to win the throne.
Even if the gods were really impressed at the time, they would still go their own way afterwards and do many evil things. The gods would definitely not bless them, but they might just remind the gods who are busy with official business to give them a focused blow to do justice for heaven.
G, an atheist, asked doubtfully: "Are you really a god?" But the other person didn't answer, as if he had said everything he needed to say, and just waited there.
G feels that he should try to get more. This is what his family taught him. Since he has what the other party needs, he can negotiate the price: "What if I am in front of the editor-in-chief and the other party does not recognize me and thinks I am a liar? ”
Xining waved his finger, and the terms appeared: "The editor-in-chief of the Global Times approves and is willing to publish an article on the resurrection of the dead on the front page, but must provide additional services of one year's lifespan."
She smiled: "If you have any other requests, just ask."
You can mention anything, but you have to pay for everything with your life. Just mention it, mention it, just mention it!
(End of chapter)