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Chapter 98: Death is like a lamp going out

"Miss Zhao, since the old chairman has entrusted everything to you, what do you think we should do about his funeral?" Guo Xiangming, who was always strong, came over at this time, making him wonder why Luo Rongguang wanted to take such a big step. A company in the company was handed over to this little girl who looked to be in her early twenties, but he still knew the old man relatively well. He knew that Luo Rongguang would not have made such an arrangement if he had not been forced to do so.

"I...I don't know what to do. You and a few other elderly people can figure it out." Zhao Xiaoting didn't have any good ideas on this matter, so she simply decided to let Luo Rongguang be the queen. All matters were handed over to Guo Xiangming, which made it appear that Zhao Xiaoting respected the old guy. Guo Xiangming felt very comfortable, thinking that this girl must be too strong for Luo Bingwen.

That guy spends 100 million for just one mouthful. Is it possible that all the company's money comes from the strong wind?

As he said that, Guo Xiangming glanced at the group of Luo family children who were hiding aside with faces full of resentment and endless love, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh. The old man has been famous all his life, but how could he know that among his dozen children, none of them are biological? There must be a big secret hidden in it, but the old man never said it. Even if he is curious now, he can't inquire about it.

No matter what the reason is, death is like a light going out. Let the old man take this secret away with him.

Luo Jingjing has been standing in front of the tombstone for several hours. She doesn't know why God just doesn't want to see her living too comfortably and must take back all her happiness.

What have I done that God must punish me like this? Even if I'm not your biological child, it's not my fault. Why are you so ruthless to me?

Tears welled up silently again, sliding down her frosty and snowy cheeks, and staying on her small and lovely chin. Until they joined other tributaries and gathered into a big one, she felt embarrassed to continue to miss her. A transparent trajectory was drawn in the air, and finally splashed onto the bluestone floor and turned into countless droplets.

Just a dozen days ago, Luo Jingjing was a pampered young lady. She had a housekeeper at home, took a private car when she went out, stretched out her hands for clothes, opened her mouth for food, and didn't have to worry about anything at all.

But now, everything is gone. Lying in the cemetery is the so-called relative she has called father since she was a child. The warm sunshine shines on her body, but Luo Jingjing feels extremely cold in her heart. At this moment, no longer No one can give her perfect love.

Luo Jingjing hugged Luo Rongguang's tombstone and cried loudly, thinking about what happened in the past ten days. Since that day when Aisin Gioro Fudi read out the suicide note of the man in the tomb, he moved out of his original residence.

Maybe I was holding a breath in my heart, maybe I was used to living a pampered life, but I couldn't stand the salesman's persuasion, so I signed a house in excitement and paid a down payment of two million yuan. Only then did I realize that the house I bought was just a desolate foundation, and I would have to wait until next fall to move in!

Fortunately, although this real estate company cannot keep up with Rongguang Group, it is still a relatively large and formal company, and there should be no bouncebacks.

After a week of sadness, Luo Jingjing knew that she had to cheer up. Even though she still had a little money in her hand, she couldn't sit back and rest. There was still a large amount of money waiting for her when she got a house.

However, in the next few days, the familiar city below her feet did not bring her many surprises. Whether it was her friends or "father's" friends, everyone was so cold, and there were even Several people put their arms around her shoulders and said to her: "Why won't uncle take care of you?..." The expressions on their faces had fully exposed their inner thoughts!

However, it costs money to rent a house, cost money to eat, cost money to wear clothes, and other bits and pieces that cost money. For these reasons, she had to find a job, otherwise when it came time to move into a house, she might have to go out begging for food with the house deed in hand.

"I'm sorry, miss, you look too delicate. We need to find a strong cleaner."

Luo Jingjing didn't know how many times she had been rejected. She never imagined that she would be here today. Her student career was in vain! Skipping school was the most common thing she did. At that time, her "father" didn't even care whether she was attending classes at school or wasting time in cafes or even in the arcade.

At that time, she was grateful to her "father" from the bottom of her heart. She has always been grateful that she had a "good" father who allowed her to have a youthful time that was different from other classmates. When many classmates are studying hard in the cold window, let her fly freely like a happy bird. So, now she has to take the college diploma she got and apply for jobs like cashier, cleaner, etc.

This is already the Nth time Luo Jingjing has been disappointed.

"Miss, miss!" The woman who met her just now ran over and stopped Luo Jingjing before she stepped into the elevator.

"You called me?" Luo Jingjing looked uncertainly at the woman who was gasping for breath. She was obviously running in a hurry.

"Yes. I... our boss asked me to ask if you can type. He needs a typist."

"Yes, I can. I can type forty-five words per minute!" Thanks to her love of chatting online, her typing speed is her most impressive thing.

"Then please come with me!"

Luo Jingjing didn't know how she got back to her residence. She only knew that she signed an employment contract and would have a job with a monthly salary of 2,000 yuan starting tomorrow. And she was not working as a vase secretary. She was really happy.

The next day, Luo Jingjing got up very early, and the door was still locked when she arrived at the company. She had no choice but to go out to have a meal and walk around until eight o'clock before returning to the company.

"Miss Luo, this is Mr. Niu's secretary. She will take you to your workplace!"

"Hello, my name is Luo Jingjing, and I am a typist for Mr. Niu." Luo Jingjing's outstretched right hand did not receive a response. She shook it in the air awkwardly and then took it back.

The female secretary led Luo Jingjing into the president's office, pointed to the light yellow computer desk next to the black desk and said to Luo Jingjing, "This is your desk!"

"Why is this in the president's office?" Just kidding, isn't this sitting closer to the president than the secretary? So what if he is a crooked old pervert?

"What? Did someone tell you that you don't work in the president's office?" The female secretary looked at Luo Jingjing with a very unfriendly attitude.

"Fang Ting, come here!"

"Mr. Liu!" Luo Jingjing turned around and saw a woman in her forties wearing black professional women's clothing standing at the door, looking at her with a serious expression. The female secretary named Fang Ting's face instantly bloomed with a flower, and she quickly ran over and asked: "Mr. Liu, what's the matter?"

"Who is she?" Mr. Liu looked at Luo Jingjing again, with an unfriendly light flashing in his eyes.

"She's the new typist!"

"Oh!" Mr. Liu's eyes flashed with contempt. He called the secretary aside and whispered for a while, then looked at Luo Jingjing and turned away.

The secretary closed the door to the president's office, leaving Luo Jingjing alone inside, sitting in her chair and looking at the open computer in front of her in a daze.

The whole morning passed quietly, and the manager Niu who recruited me never showed up. Just before getting off work at 5:30 in the afternoon, the door was opened again, and a fat man in his fifties walked in, followed by a flattering Fang Ting, who kept giving him work reports.

"Type this out, I want it quickly!" A handwritten manuscript of about ten pages was handed into the hands of Luo Jingjing, who was still in a daze. She hurriedly pulled out the computer keyboard, opened Word, and called up the Wubi input method. Type the contents on the scratch paper into the computer word by word. The female secretary closed the door and went out after reporting her work.

The man hung up his handbag, sat behind the executive chair, drank tea, and looked at Luo Jingjing, who was concentrating on typing. Seeing her habitually flipping her hair, a faint fragrance hit her nostrils, and he couldn't help but have two flashes of color in his eyes. With a look in his eyes, he stood up, walked to Luo Jingjing, and knocked her down.

"Woo, woo..." Luo Jingjing kept struggling, and the disgusting smell almost made her vomit.

"Dangdang..." There was a rapid knock on the door. The man let go of Luo Jingjing and sat back on the executive chair. He watched Luo Jingjing tidy up her messy clothes and then asked impatiently: "Who is it? ,Come in!"

Following the man's voice, Mr. Liu, whom Luo Jingjing had seen, walked in with a sullen face. Two eyes with scrutinizing eyes were directed at Luo Jingjing. She saw Luo Jingjing sitting on the side with a blushing face and lowered her head, mouthing something. He couldn't help but let out an angry "Hmph" and cursed in a cold tone: "Hmph! Vixen, it's not a good thing at first glance. Get out of here first, I have something to discuss with Mr. Niu."

Luo Jingjing stood up, biting her lips tightly with her teeth, tears streaming from her eyes and dripping on the red carpet. "Humph, what's the matter? You can hear me talking to Mr. Niu? You don't have any discernment. ...Tell me, what do you want to do? You are not satisfied with me. When you see a beautiful girl, you want to..."

Until Luo Jingjing walked out of the door, she could still hear Mr. Liu's scolding behind her.

Luo Jingjing felt that her mind was blank. Until she walked into a bar, she was still sitting there, unable to wake up from the nightmare in her mind for a long time!

Luo Jingjing herself didn't know how she walked into the bar, let alone why she walked in. I shook my head to the music and kept drinking wine, hoping to numb myself. When I looked at my watch, it was already past one in the morning. Staggering out of the bar, I wanted to grab a disco and go back to the hotel where I left.

After walking a few steps out of the bar, a feeling of disgust welled up in her stomach. Luo Jingjing held on to the railing on the roadside and vomited for a while before she raised her head and felt a little more awake. Although she was not completely conscious, she knew in her heart that she had drunk too much today.