The Strongest Richest Man

"I don't understand why a good commodity would rather be destroyed than given directly to others?" He Linqing looked at his villa residence angrily. The whole piece of garden with Baroque style belongs to his own family.

One side of the girl raised her face, "you can't understand such a simple truth? If you give these goods to others, it is very unfair to those who buy them at the right price. "

The girl's face is like a delicate rose just stained with dew. She raised her small chin and stared at he Linqing, "what uncle he says, you can do it, isn't it OK? Why must we oppose it for the sake of opposition? "

"I'm not against it for the sake of opposition. We may all forget the timeliness of commodities. As time goes on, the commodities themselves will depreciate. In fact, the donated commodities and the first commodities are not the same thing anymore," he Linqing slowly shook his head. "Forget it, what I'm talking about with you is the same thing."

The green grass shrinks and turns into a little green dot, and the picture begins to pucker up. The whole picture, like a drop of thick ink, seems to have never existed before.

He Linqing saw a group of children again. This time, he was younger, and his eyes were covered with a piece of cloth. They were playing the game of hide and seek. He kept groping forward. Suddenly, he bumped into something, and the touch of the clothes passed over.

He Linqing was very excited to take off the white cloth on his face, but he was stunned. What he saw was a woman in a gorgeous red dress. The woman's face was full of traces of years. It seemed that he was at least 40 years old.

"He Linqing, you are really cute." The woman's face has an over excited expression, she gently pinched he Linqing's face.

He Linqing but a woman's hand pushed away, "don't touch me."

Just now, the woman's genial smile suddenly became ferocious. She even stuck he Linqing's neck and pressed him to the ground.

The feeling of suffocation came very quickly. No matter how he exercised, he was just a child. How could he withstand the woman's almost crazy containment? He kept kicking his legs to call for help, but in his voice, a voice couldn't squeeze out.

It seems that all this is coming to an end. He Linqing almost closed his eyes in despair. When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying in bed.

One side of the doctor wearing a white coat sighed with relief, "young master's vitality is really tenacious. If you put it on ordinary people, it would have been useless."

A very serious voice said, "look at what you've done, third."

The other voice said, "second brother, that woman has been crazy for a long time. I wanted to divorce her a long time ago. However, you all disagree. Now, isn't this an accident?"

"It's not because of you that she's crazy!"

These two voices repeatedly entangled in he Linqing's head. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and was surrounded by darkness. He was not a soft bed, but a chair. It was hard and uncomfortable.

His eyes were blindfolded, and his ears seemed to become more sensitive. He could clearly hear the sound of water dripping. He even felt the moisture coming from the bend of his leg.

His hands were clamped tightly to the back of the chair. He struggled twice, and suddenly he heard a voice, "ah, you're awake."

The voice even echoed. It was a man. Gradually, he Linqing finally remembered how he came here. Obviously, these people came prepared and knew their own name. He Linqing felt a little strange after thinking about it. Is this a kidnapping?

"I advise you not to move here, or I will kill you directly." The man's voice with a very deep sense of threat, "like you, such a favored son of heaven, should not have thought that I would be kidnapped by the stinky mouse in the gutter?"

Stinky mice in the gutter He Linqing's memory flashed back and forth. He suddenly realized that he probably knew this man, because when he was very young, he remembered that there was a playmate. His name was mouse.

However, that was a long time ago. What's more, once a fire broke out in the house. The boy named mouse, together with his mother, was buried in the sea of fire and became two pieces of coke.

"You can't remember who I am, can you?" The man on the opposite side suddenly stood up and went to he Linqing.

He smelled of burning, damp, and rotting.

He Linqing finally saw the man's face through the light of the sky. His face has earthworm like scars, the whole face, even a piece of good meat has not been, even one side of the eye, has become a black carbon ball.

He Linqing took a cold breath, he suppressed the fear in his heart. This man, like a monster from hell, has a sense of distortion like Quasimodo."Ha ha ha ha, no one in the he family remembers me, but I see the expression on your face. You should remember me, don't you?" The perfect eye of a man is filled with extreme fanaticism.

He Linqing finally calmed down, "I recognize you, you are the mouse, the son of the third uncle." In his voice, even with a little intimacy, "I think the third uncle will be very sad to see you become this way."

"No, he won't, he'll just feel happy!" The man suddenly kicked he Linqing's leg bone, "because my mother, not good enough, is a madman, you all hate madmen!"

"If I remember correctly, you are taken good care of in your family and never do anything inappropriate." He Linqing looked at the crazy man in front of him. For a moment, he doubted whether it was from his mother's gene that reappeared in his body again.

"I know that you all think my mother is a madman, and I will be a madman, so that we will be burned alive!" The man spit hard on the ground, "you never treat us as real people!"

"I think it's your memory that's biased." He Linqing is not nervous at all now. He is constantly turning his head in order to be able to leave here. But now, he has a very important task, that is, to get all the secrets he wants to know from the man's mouth.

But the man rushed over, he grabbed he Linqing's neck, "you say, what deviation, how can there be any deviation?"

"If I remember correctly It was your mother who set the fire He Linqing deliberately made a very indifferent expression, which was just right to anger the man.