Rebirth of the Evil Life

Chapter 1,236 Let’s have a thunder and lightning!

On this night, some people are destined to be happy and some are sad.

12,240 students on the Harvard campus sang, danced, and laughed in the square of the office building, letting the biting cold wind become a witness to their youth, and the extreme cold of minus 8 degrees became the prelude to their passion. On this night, the relationship between Harvard students reached an unprecedented level of harmony. On this night, these 12,240 Harvard students exchanged Q-numbers with each other, and later set up a website to commemorate tonight's event that would be remembered in history.

Compared to the carnival of 12,240 Harvard students, President Lawrence H. Summers looked disheveled in the warm spring-like office upstairs. Looking at the Harvard students downstairs who are so happy, singing, dancing, and eating delicious food and drinking spicy food, they are not only hungry but also thirsty upstairs, except that they are not cold. The little water in the office had long been drank up by the hungry principal and assistant. They were now completely out of ammunition and food! What's even more frustrating is that since ordering pizza, their phone calls have been stopped, and the network is also disconnected, which makes it impossible for them to call for help.

"Principal, what should we do now? Should we continue to wait for them to leave of their own accord, or should we go down and make peace?" The assistant's stomach moved unnaturally as he listened to the laughter coming from below and the faint smell of chicken wings. If it weren't for the fear of losing his job, the assistant would have left long ago.

Principal Lawrence H. Summers gave the assistant a sharp look. It would be a joke to wait for these students to withdraw automatically. Judging from how happy they are now, I'm afraid they will continue to do this until dawn. But when it comes to making peace, Lawrence H. Samus will never do it. In his philosophy of life, there was never a word of surrender, especially to these students. He would rather not be the president of Harvard!

But I’m hungry now! ——The assistant touched his belly innocently and looked at Lawrence H. Samus pitifully.

Looking at the pitiful eyes of his only subordinate, Lawrence H. Samus was also helpless. Originally, he could have let his subordinates go back, but if even his assistants were gone, leaving him as a polished commander here enduring hunger and listening to the students' ridicule, Lawrence H. Samus felt that if that was the case, he would also It's just too pitiful. Therefore, this assistant must not leave!

"Well, let's...sleep. We won't be hungry when we sleep!" Principal Lawrence H. Samus spent a long time coming up with the only way to satisfy his hunger. Although this method is a bit 2, it is also the only method currently.

With a bang, the assistant collapsed to the ground. Now in the 21st century, in Boston, one of the top five cities in the United States and still in the city center, he actually has to sleep to satisfy his hunger. This is really a tragedy in life.

"I should never have come to Boston in the first place. If I didn't come to Boston,

I wouldn't have met this damn principal. If I hadn't met this damn principal, I wouldn't have become the assistant principal. If I had not become the assistant to the principal, I would not be trapped in this teaching building today, with no food or drink..." The assistant was so miserable that he lay on the ground, a little hungry and faint, and muttered the words in his heart. Spit it out. He felt so miserable!

"What-what-did-you-say!" Lawrence H. Samus puffed his beard and stared in anger after hearing the assistant's series of tongue-twisting remarks. It's okay for those little bastards outside to be against him, but he didn't expect that his assistant would also be against him.

"I...I..." The assistant also knew that he said the wrong thing. Although it was the truth, it should never be said at this time. Especially when Lawrence H. Samus was already extremely irritable and jealous, he spoke the truest words in his heart.

"You bastard! It wasn't me back then. You were just a small worker washing dishes in Boston. If it weren't for me, you would never have become an assistant with an annual salary of 40,000 US dollars. If it weren't for me, you would never be able to buy a house, marry a wife and have children. But You betrayed me! You wolf-hearted and ambitious thing, I xxxx..." Lawrence-h-Samus pointed at the assistant's nose and cursed, venting all the resentment and anger in his heart to the assistant.

At first, the assistant was frightened and cowered at the scolding, but at the end of the scolding, the only courage in the assistant's heart was also scolded. They are all born from my parents, why can you scold me like that?

"Samus, do you think you are good? Yes, without you, I would not have the decent job I have today. Without you, I would not be able to get an annual salary of 40,000 US dollars. Without you, I would not be able to marry a wife and have children in Boston. , but do you think I haven’t paid anything! In the past few years, I have worked like a horse and been as loyal as a dog by your side, but I still get scolded by you every day. As long as you have the slightest trouble, you will vent your grievances on me. Do you think I am living a happy life?" The assistant glared at Samus and yelled angrily.

Lawrence H. Samus was stunned. In the past three years, his assistant had never disobeyed him or contradicted him like this. Unexpectedly, he betrayed him at this critical moment. This made Lawrence H. Samus extremely angry and crazy.

"Get out! Get the hell out of here! From now on, you are no longer my assistant, and I don't need a helpless assistant like you!" Samus pointed at the door and said.

"Just leave, Samus, no one can tolerate someone like you, you brutal and tyrannical arrogant!" The assistant angrily grabbed his clothes and walked out.

At the door, the assistant stopped and bowed to Lawrence H. Samus, "No matter what, I still thank you for everything you gave me." After saying that, he left without looking back.

Damn, shit, crackle..., all kinds of ugly words spewed out of Lawrence-h-Samus's mouth. However, after getting tired of scolding, Lawrence H. Samus realized that he was the only one left in the whole teaching building at this moment.

I, Lawrence-h-Samus, will never give in to you stupid x-students! ——Lawrence H. Samus opened the window and pointed at the many students downstairs and yelled.

But at this moment, 12,240 students were partying, and no one cared that someone was barking upstairs. Only Lin Feng, who was always paying attention to the situation upstairs, noticed.

"Who is it?" Several students who were on guard to prevent Principal Lawrence H. Summers from escaping during the night noticed someone coming down from upstairs.

"It's me, classmates, I had a falling out with that bastard Samus, and I will never work for him again!" The assistant walked down angrily.

Several classmates looked at each other and were stunned. Unexpectedly, the assistant who was regarded as Lawrence H. Samus's most loyal lackey actually fell out with the principal. This is naturally good news for many students. But what to do with this assistant now? After all, no one knows whether he is telling the truth or a lie. Today they blocked Lawrence H. Samus here in order to make him admit defeat. It would be best to get him out of the position of Harvard president and change to Harvard's previous free academic atmosphere. But what should we do with this assistant now?

After all, they are just students. They can demonstrate and block the principal, but they must not really imprison them, otherwise it will be against the law. The principal is unwilling to come down now because of his pride. Otherwise, if Lawrence H. Samus really comes down openly and loses his temper with everyone, no one can really do anything about it. At most, it's just a mockery or a scolding. Unfortunately, Samus' pride made him unwilling to endure such an insult.

"Everyone, how about I say something?" Lin Feng came over at this time. These students were limited by their experience and did not know how to deal with the current situation, but Lin Feng had many options.

"This should be Mr. Morton, right? I would like to ask, how is Principal Samus doing now?" Lin Feng got to the point in his first sentence. This is the key to distinguish whether Morton is telling lies or the truth.

"Mr. Samus has not eaten for ten hours now, and he has also drank all the water upstairs. I'm afraid he is sleeping now." Assistant Morton briefly explained the situation upstairs.

Lin Feng nodded. I silently analyzed the information I got from the teachers in the office, and it was almost the same as what Morton said.

"So is Mr. Morton coming down now to prepare for negotiations or to make peace?" Lin Feng asked with a smile.

"I am no longer Samus' assistant. So all this has nothing to do with me. Now I just want to go home and eat a sandwich, then take a shower, and then have a good sleep." Morton said tiredly explain. On this day, he was exhausted from all the hard work and had a falling out with Samus. He just wanted to go home.

Lin Feng thought for a while, but didn't intend to let Morton leave. This time, since many students are competing against Samus for himself, Lin Feng is determined to help many Harvard students win. This is to vent his anger (I heard Samus blatantly say that he is just an uneducated person). The scum, Lin Feng has a grudge against), and secondly, he is selling favors to many students, hoping that in the future, all the future pillars of the United States can join his company. Now was the critical moment. Although Morton probably wasn't lying. Judging from his tone, demeanor, and clothes, he probably had a falling out with Samus and walked out angrily, but Lin Feng still didn't want to take the risk.

You know, Samus is the former Deputy Secretary of the Treasury of the United States and has many connections. What if this Morton is the one he sends to help rescue the soldiers? What a disaster! Trapping it inside is now the ideal solution. Lin Feng must force this Samus to give up and come out. When the time comes, Lin Feng will naturally have a way to force him to death, and finally force him to the palace, so that he can voluntarily leave Harvard in despair.

Since there has been a commotion, Lawrence H. Samus must be dismissed from the position of Harvard President! ——Lin Feng swore secretly.

"Morton, I have sandwiches and hot coffee here. Why don't we sit down and have something to drink before we go. And I also want to know what your plans are in the future." Lin Feng said with a smile.

Morton really wanted to go home at this moment. In the past three years since he followed Samus, in order to serve Samus, he rarely went home. He had long neglected his wife and children. He was full of guilt at this moment. I want to go home to be with my wife and children. But after hearing what Lin Feng said, although he wanted to leave, he could only stay. After all, Lin Feng is the richest man in the world, so he has to give him face, not to mention maybe even give him a job.

"Oh, heaven is speechless. Now that tyrant Samus is still up there enjoying the air conditioning and heating, while we are here drinking from the northwest wind. It's so annoying that people are comparing each other to each other! I really hope that God will chop down the wires with a thunderbolt. Break." Before Lin Feng left, he suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed.

When the students on the side heard this, their eyes lit up.

Morton glanced at Lin Feng, then looked at Lawrence H. Samus's office upstairs, and smiled to himself.