Mo Honghai has always been jealous of Mo Hongshan.
When the two brothers were in school, their grades were not very good. They went out to work in society after graduating from high school. The family did not have much money at the time. Their parents hoped that the brothers could learn a trade, find a job and live a down-to-earth life. Mo Honghai refused. He stalked his family for money and went south to do business. Mo Hongshan followed his parents' instructions and stayed locally to learn to drive from a master.
Later, Mo Honghai kept saying that Mo Hongshan was lucky.
With good luck, he hired a good master and drove a taxi steadily. The money he earned was more than enough, unlike him, who lost everything in business and was in debt.
Fortunately, the master introduced him to a beautiful daughter-in-law. Unlike him, his wife ran away with someone, leaving behind a slutty son who disappeared to nowhere.
As luck would have it, he was out of town when his parents left and couldn't behave in front of his elders, so the small house was left to Mo Hongshan's family of three.
With good luck, he gave birth to a son who could read. He couldn't figure out who this nephew looked like. Logically speaking, Mo Hongshan and Zhao Qiaomei were not good at reading. How could their son be so smart?
It's a pity that no matter how lucky you are, you still have to pay it back in the end.
Mo Honghai was very sad when he received the news. After all, they were brothers. But after he was sad, he realized that Mo Hongshan's luck was gone. But his luck came, and Mo Hongshan and his wife were killed in a car accident. After they were all taken away, only Mo Yin was left. No matter how smart an eighteen-year-old kid was, how big of an idea could he have? From now on, it will be in his hands! The driver who caused the accident couldn't pay compensation even if he died. Youcheng Logistics is a big company! This is a great opportunity to make a fortune!
"Xiao Yin——"
Mo Honghai's face turned red. He understood what Mo Yin meant. Seeing Mo Yin's smiling face, he became even more angry. He thought to himself that my son and his son are indeed the same model, they are all white-eyed wolves! If he hadn't given Mo Hongshan the opportunity to stay at home, would Mo Hongshan have been able to live such a comfortable life? !
"Uncle," Mo Yin's tone was still soft and soft, "don't worry, I'm just saying hypothetically. Of course we are not fools, but some people regard us uncle and nephew as fools. Can't you tell?"
Mo Honghai was stunned again and actually replied: "Who?"
"Youcheng Logistics."
"..."
Mo Honghai was a little confused, and even forgot to express his anger. He just looked at his gentle and sickly nephew, not knowing how to react.
"Uncle, we are a family," Mo Yin said, "You can't help outsiders."
"I...I didn't help outsiders..."
Mo Honghai said humbly, his arrogance slowly weakening.
Mo Yin sighed and said with some pity, "You mentioned Secretary Ding just now. Is he from Youcheng Logistics?"
Mo Honghai didn't speak, fearing that Mo Yin would get involved when he opened his mouth. He vaguely felt that this smart nephew did not match his frail appearance, and he seemed to have some ideas.
"Now Youcheng Logistics is deeply involved in public opinion and the stock price has dropped a lot. They came to persuade you and asked you to persuade me to accompany them to show off. They just want to get through the current difficulties. In other words, this is actually a one-shot deal. "
Mo Yin's voice was eloquent, unhurried and without any resentment, and he was analyzing Mo Honghai objectively.
"Uncle, I don't know what benefits they promised, but they will never make a loss-making business. Compared with the stock price saved, do you think the little money he gave us is enough?"
After hearing this, Mo Honghai finally couldn't help but interrupt, "What do you mean, Xiao Yin?"
Mo Yin smiled, "What I mean is that we must not take advantage of them."
Mo Honghai followed up and asked, "How much should they charge?" After he finished speaking, his old face turned red again, and he quickly defended himself, "I was thinking about you, I really didn't take the money myself."
Mo Yin said: "I know," he looked melancholy, "Uncle, I am an orphan now, and I can only rely on you."
As soon as he said this, Mo Honghai felt relieved immediately. He glanced at Mo Yin's lower body covered in quilt, and thought to himself, yes, a paralytic, no matter how good his brain is, he still needs someone to take care of him. Mo Yin can't survive without relying on him. Who can you rely on?
Mo Honghai slowly forgot his previous angry mood and said humbly: "Xiao Yin, you are right. You are a top student and you are smarter than your uncle. Please tell me what we should do next."
Mo Yin: "The driver who caused the accident died. He has no family members. I am the only one related to this car accident who can help them speak out in public relations. Uncle, there is a saying called 'a rare thing can be lived in', which means that this thing is It's yours alone, and if someone else wants to buy it, it's up to you to decide the price."
The air conditioner in the ward was turned on high, and Mo Honghai was sweating on his back because he was excited.
When Secretary Ding contacted him, he knew that his chance to make a comeback had come.
Half a million.
As long as he talks a few words to persuade his nephew, the money will be like falling from the sky. Anyway, the compensation can be negotiated later. This five hundred thousand is cash that can be obtained, and no fool will want it.
Mo Honghai licked his lips. He finally realized that since Secretary Ding is willing to pay this price, it means that his value is far more than this amount, and he is still doing business! I was so stunned by the 500,000 yuan that I didn't think much about it, and came happily carrying the fruit basket.
Mo Yin is right, he should have the final say on how much he wants!
This is not a turnaround, this is the moment that will change his destiny!
"Okay," Mo Honghai's eyes were straight, trembling with excitement, "I'll go talk to them for you."
"We can't just talk about it like that."
"How should we talk about that?"
Mo Honghai asked for advice, completely forgetting that just now he was calling Mo Yin a white-eyed wolf in his mind. At this moment, Mo Yin was an angel, a cash cow, and an opportunity given to him by God.
"Uncle, you are my dearest person now," Mo Yin reached out and touched his two unconscious legs through the quilt, and whispered, "You can represent me and help me seek justice."
"YouChange Logistics just issued a video apology and statement, which is very effective. If the fire completely subsides, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to even get basic compensation."
Mo Yin frowned, and Mo Honghai also worried, "Then what should we do?"
"Didn't you say that reporters would be coming tomorrow?"
"Yes, reporter... come as a witness, that is, if you are willing to forgive them..."
"Contact Secretary Ding and tell me that I agree to Mr. Pei coming to visit tomorrow and that I agree to be photographed by reporters."
"Ah? Do you agree?!"
Mo Honghai forgot that he was the one who persuaded Mo Yin to accept the visit, and asked anxiously: "Will they not give me the money?"
"Don't be impatient..."
Mo Yin whispered, his face turned sideways, his eyelashes thick and long, his lips moved very little, and his voice was very soft. Mo Honghai unconsciously bent over, lowered his head and listened carefully. Then he nodded and interrupted again, "Will this make them anxious?"
"They don't dare. There are reporters here. If they dare to fall out, they will be the unlucky ones."
"What if the reporter leaves?"
Mo Yin smiled, his eyes as calm as water, "Uncle, what are you afraid of? You can continue to contact the reporter. As long as the storm continues, the initiative will always be in our hands, and we will fight them to the end."
Mo Honghai thought the same thing. They were barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes. Anyway, Mo Yin was lying in the hospital now. He had nothing but a pile of debt and a son who was fooling around somewhere. What was there to be afraid of? ? You're right, just fight them to the end!
Mo Honghai was heartbroken and said, "Okay, then I'll do as you say!"
Mo Honghai comforted Mo Yin a few more words, saying that his uncle and nephew Lianxin would definitely make this happen. Mo Yin smiled and agreed. After leaving the ward, Mo Honghai felt strange again.
Mo Yin's parents were just over seven years old. He was paralyzed and had been lying in the ward for only a few days. Why was he smiling all the time and analyzing this and that for him? Any ideas?
Mo Honghai felt as if he had been stung by a poisonous insect. His whole body felt numb. He shook his head again and felt that he had thought too much. Mo Yin must have been sad enough after being in the hospital for so many days. People still have to look forward. He was not the same. ? It passed after a while, but tomorrow's matters were more important. He had to go back and prepare quickly.
*
When the nurse came in to check the ward, Mo Yin asked her if she ate fruit, "My uncle bought it."
"No, you can eat it yourself." The nurse sympathized with the handsome young man who had lost his parents. "Shall I get you an orange?"
"Thank you, I don't want to eat it now."
Mo Yin smiled and looked at the nurse with a melancholy expression. He whispered: "My uncle said that my legs are broken and I will never stand up again. Is it true?"
The nurse was speechless for a moment.
This car accident can only be said to be a blessing among misfortunes for Mo Yin. He saved his life, but it is very likely - no, the doctor has already made a conclusion. Mo Yin will spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. , no one told Mo Yin this news, because it was too cruel to Mo Yin.
If they, the bystanders, are so scrupulous, why would their relatives reveal it all at once?
The nurse said vaguely: "Don't think too much, just take good care of yourself first."
Mo Yin was silent for a long time and said "hmm".
The nurse couldn't bear to see the expression on his face. The calm desperation was really sad to see, so she comforted him a little and turned around to leave.
The door was gently closed, and Mo Yin's expression gradually lost its expression.
In the memory transmitted to him, Mo Yin was an excellent, gentle and proud person.
Excellence is the expression of his talent, gentleness is just his external disguise, and pride is the deepest undertone of his character.
His background is undoubtedly extremely ordinary, but he will never allow himself to become an ordinary person. He must rely on his own efforts to realize his dream and change his destiny.
But now...
Mo Yin lowered his head and stared at the two legs that were as senseless as decorations in the quilt.
If he's destined to be a villain in this world, it's clear which camp the protagonist he's going to be fighting will come from.
Youcheng Logistics.
Mo Yin smiled.
He wasn't angry or resentful, but he found it interesting.
In the previous small world, he was so strong that the whole world felt so fake to him, like a toy put together, and the world collapsed with just a touch.
The world is so real this time, there should be a decent opponent, right?
*
At eight o'clock in the morning, Mo Yin woke up.
The nurse brought breakfast, and Mo Yin sat up and drank porridge with the help of the nurse. He guessed that these nurses were hired by Youcheng with money, and they had quick hands and feet and a tight mouth.
Mo Yin was eating porridge and looking at his phone.
The nurse tidied him up and whispered, "Mr. Pei will be here at 9 o'clock."
Mo Yin stopped eating the porridge and smiled at the nurse, "Thank you, I understand."
The nurse waited for him to finish, then twisted a hot towel to wash his face and body.
It was quiet in the ward. Mo Yin was pushed and wiped by the nurse like a doll. The nurse was very professional and strong. She must have received special instructions to clean up Mo Yin today.
The rub on his back caused a burning pain, and Mo Yin lost consciousness when the rub hit his lower body.
After wiping, the nurse untied the quilt and changed the quilt cover for Mo Yin.
Mo Yin looked down and saw that he was laid out in a large font, naked, with many gauze wrapped around his legs, scattered on the bed without obeying instructions.
It is said that the nerve damage was very serious and there is almost no possibility of cure.
Even if there were, the scars on this body would never be able to fly in the blue sky.
Mo Yin smiled at the ceiling.
The nurse covered him with the quilt again and carefully tucked the corner of the quilt, "You can ring the bell if necessary."
"OK, thanks."
Mo Yin lay on the bed and waited quietly until 9 o'clock. He touched the mobile phone on the bedside table with his palm and clicked on it to watch the real-time news.
In the new media era, hot news is broadcast live.
Mo Yin clicked in. Pei Jingyou was wearing a dark gray suit and his hair was still gray. He was actually not very old, only in his early fifties, but he looked very tired and old. He was surrounded by reporters and two staff members in black suits. He blocked a little.
"Mr. Pei, are you here to visit the victim today?"
"Mr. Pei, it is said that the victim has been diagnosed with paralysis. How do you plan to take responsibility in the future?"
"Mr. Pei, please respond. All members of the 'Suicide Squad' are orphans. Is this true?"
"..."
Long guns and short cannons, aggressive.
Pei Jingyou stopped at the entrance of the hospital and turned to face the reporter, "I have already responded to the relevant matters at the press conference. I am here today to see the child." He clasped his hands together, and the beads fell from his wrists, with a sincere expression, "Excuse me, please raise your hands. Give your kids some privacy.”
Pei Jingyou is the richest man in the city and a well-known entrepreneur in the country. It is said that he has a net worth of hundreds of billions. He has always been low-key. What is rare is that his image is not bad. He does not look fat and elegant.
Such a personable boss was humble and bowed to the media in order to protect the privacy of the victim. As soon as this scene was broadcast on the live broadcast, it immediately attracted the sympathy of netizens and dissatisfaction with the media. He even visited the hospital. Do you want to speak out for the victims, or do you want to eat "human blood steamed buns" to increase traffic?
This car accident is now the headline news in this city. The live broadcast room is full of excitement, and the comment area is scrolling very fast. Mo Yin doesn't even have time to watch it. He takes a glass of water and drinks it slowly, preparing to watch the drama he will direct next.
Just as Pei Jingyou turned around, a loud roar suddenly came from the live broadcast room.
——"Hongshan Qiaomei, you died so miserably——"
Mo Yin choked on the water.
The camera in the live broadcast room rotated rapidly, pulling out a shadow. The camera was pointed at the past. Mo Honghai was dressed in mourning clothes, wearing sackcloth and mourning. He was holding the portraits of Mo Hongshan and his wife in his hands. He was kneeling next to the reporter's car and crying. After the reporters were stunned for a moment, they immediately swarmed up excitedly.
Comments in the live broadcast room exploded instantly, with question marks and shocked expressions filling the screen.
During the live broadcast, Mo Honghai cried with snot and tears about how difficult it was for his brother's family. How good his nephew used to be, but now he has become a paralyzed man and all the weird friends have joined this unscrupulous and unscrupulous company...
Mo Yin shook his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, "What a terrible acting."
