Rebirth 2010: I taught Mr. Lei how to make a mobile phone

Chapter 637: The Man and the Butterfly

August 5, early morning.

When the morning light shines through the gaps in the curtains, it casts mottled shadows on the concrete floor.

Wei Zexi listened quietly to his father's footsteps gradually fading away, until the familiar squeaking sound of the old bicycle came from downstairs and gradually faded away.

He wiped the corner of his eyes, picked up the painkiller next to him, and found that the bottle was empty.

He poured out the last few pills and swallowed them with the remaining cold water from last night. He turned his head to look at his mother who was sleeping beside him - she was curled up in the accompanying chair.

He gently pulled the blanket that had slipped away, but withdrew his hand the moment he touched it, for fear of waking up the woman who had spent all her efforts on him.

The breakfast stall at the vegetable market had just been set up, so he bought his mother's favorite soy milk, two vegetarian buns, and some free pickles.

The family’s savings have been used up in order to pay for his medical treatment, and now the family can only rely on his father’s odd jobs to make ends meet.

When Wei Zexi put breakfast on the table, he still woke up his mother.

"Why didn't you ask me to buy it?" The mother's tone was full of self-blame. "How do you feel today?"

"Much better, it doesn't hurt anymore." Wei Zexi lied with a smile.

When cleaning the dishes, he insisted on grabbing the rag from his mother's hand and insisted, "Mom, the doctor said that I should exercise more, it will be good for my illness."

He then told his mother how to use WeChat on her mobile phone to use the small program he had just developed (he had set a timer in advance, which was not visible now).

"Mom, I'll go downstairs to bask in the sun. I'm exhausted during this period of time. You can sleep for a while." Wei Zexi looked at his mother with gentle eyes.

"It's not tiring to take care of you." The mother smiled, fatigue hidden in the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, "It's much less troublesome than when you were a child."

"Well, I'll go then."

"When you walk, walk slowly and don't go too far. If you feel bad, just come back. Mom will go with you."

"You'll have to work hard tonight." Wei Zexi dressed neatly, gently embraced his mother in his arms, and whispered in her ear, "We still have a long way to go."

After he finished speaking, he noticed that his shoelaces were loose. Just as he was about to bend over, his mother had already squatted down and tied them for him, just like when she sent him to kindergarten when he was young.

Looking at his mother's gray hair, Wei Zexi suddenly remembered the photo of his mother when she was young.

This woman, who was once young and beautiful, has now had her youth taken away quietly by the years.

"Then you have to be careful, call if you have any problems"

"Well, let's go."

Wei Zexi opened the door and paused for a moment, "Mom?"

"Did you drop something? Mom will get it for you."

Wei Zexi did not dare to look back, fearing that his mother would see his tears bursting out.
"It's okay, just shout."

Click,

The door is closed.

The bright sunshine shines through the glass windows of the hospital and onto the banners in the corridor. The gold-plated words "Miraculous Doctor Brings Back Resilience" and "Compassionate Doctor" sparkle in the light.

Director Li rubbed his swollen temples. The dark circles under his eyes were as if he had been punched twice. It was obvious that he did not have a good rest during the holidays.

But no matter how badly you overdraw your body, you still have to continue working. After all, money won't just run into your pocket.

Just now he received several "customers" who came from far away to hear the news.
".Three hundred thousand is a bit expensive, but life is more important than money, right? The banners and quotations on the wall are the best proof." Seeing the other party hesitate, he immediately switched to "caring mode": "How about this, try a course of treatment for one hundred thousand first? Continue after the effect is good."

After the other party left with many thanks, he closed the door, curled his lips, and cursed in a low voice: "What kind of illness can a poor guy treat? You're still considering it for 100,000 yuan, but your illness is not serious enough."

His cell phone vibrated, he took it out and saw that it was a message from a "VIP client".

He grinned and tapped the screen quickly with his fingers: "Remember to send me the test results and ultrasound photos before taking a nap..."

After sending it, he hummed a little tune and went to the toilet.

When he came back, someone called him in the corridor.

"Director Li?"

He turned around and saw a young man wearing a mask, with a confused look on his face, "Looking for me? Who are you?"

"I've seen you before." The young man took off his mask, revealing a pale and thin face. "My dad scolded you last time, do you remember?"

Director Li was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something, his eyes sparkled, and then he put on a professional smile: "Oh! Right, right! What, have you changed your mind? I told you, maybe after two more treatments, things will turn around..."

"No, I'm here to get some medicine."

"Oh." Director Li's smile froze on his face, and the light in his eyes disappeared. What the hell can you tell me? However, adhering to the doctor's heart, he still advised, "Well, I still say the same thing. Remember to go back and persuade your father. He is so old, but his temper is quite hot. It's not good to scold people at every turn."

"Well, goodbye Director Li!"

The young man didn't respond, just nodded and turned away.

Director Li stared at his back that seemed like it could be blown down by a gust of wind, and smacked his lips: "What a pity..."

I don’t know whether he felt sorry for the passing of a young life or the loss of a wallet.

He had just taken a few steps when he suddenly felt a chill in his lower back.

He wiped it subconsciously, and his hand was wet. Before his vision blurred, the last thing he saw was the pale face that had returned.

a bit.

Another click.

Screams exploded all around and the crowd fled in all directions.

The young man just wiped his hands quietly on his white clothes, as if he had done something very ordinary.

Then he turned and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

How can a person die in a valuable and meaningful way?
Rooftop, rooftop.

This is the answer given by young people.

This was the stage he carefully selected - high enough for everyone to see his curtain call after the performance.

The blue and white car approached from afar, and the flashing red and blue lights swept across the building. There was no need for an ambulance.

A crowd gradually gathered downstairs, some people exclaimed, some raised their phones, and some reporters set up telephoto lenses - this was what he had called in advance to inform them of. After all, what was the difference between a death without an audience and dying and stinking in a rental house?
The 'business' here is really booming.

A white butterfly fluttered around him, its wings almost transparent in the sunlight.

He stared at it in a trance and suddenly smiled. In his life of more than twenty years, it was the first time he discovered that butterflies were so beautiful.

Why didn’t I realize before that butterflies are so beautiful?
The sunshine in May is so good that it makes people want to live forever.
The cordon has been set up below, and the crowd below is like little ants, surrounding the iron door behind them, which is banging loudly.
The moment the door was knocked open, the young man threw the tools in his hand back.
Leaving a sarcastic smile to the world,

Then, with a light tap of the toes, he and the butterfly that was destined to not be able to fly across the ocean leaped into the dazzling light of the sky.
Late at night, Baidu Building.

The Special Projects Department is filled with a tense and busy atmosphere.

More than a dozen elite executives from different companies were busy and focused at their respective workstations.

Li Yanhong sat in the main seat in the conference room, reviewing the documents in front of him with a focused expression.

As the person at the helm, he chose to personally take command at the front line to ensure that every key decision could be made at the first time.

This leadership style of leading by example keeps the entire wing’s morale high.

Thanks to everyone's hard work day and night, initial results have begun to emerge.

Not only did it successfully curb the expansion momentum of Bi'an Search, it also slowly reduced its scale, and even implicated the entire Bi'an product line and even its founder Chen Mo.

Outside the meeting room, Li Yanhong stood on the open balcony and looked up at the night sky, but there was not even a moon.

He heard Lao Ma's hearty laughter and congratulations from the phone in his hand.

Li Yanhong had a smug smile on his face, "No, no, this is inseparable from the great help of Mr. Ma."

"I sent someone to test the industry's sentiments, and now the entire industry is on our side. If Bi'an falls into the water, the entire network will beat him up."

"Xiaomi and JD.com, these fence-sitters, will have to make a choice sooner or later. If they want to blame someone, blame Chen Mo for breaking the rules of the industry. Losing support is the inevitable outcome."

As he was talking, Li Yanhong caught a glimpse of his assistant hesitating not far away. He quickly ended the call: "Boss Ma, that's it for now. We'll celebrate when the job is done."

After hanging up the phone, he asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

"Boss, something happened." The assistant handed over the tablet in a panic, and the screen showed the fermenting public opinion.

Looking at the news above, Li Yanhong frowned, "Why is there such a commotion? Which hospital is this from?"

After receiving a positive reply, his first reaction was to breathe a sigh of relief. "Oh, it seems that our move to suspend cooperation in advance was the right one. In this case, I have to thank that guy named Chen."

"Public Relations Department asks if a statement is needed."

"What does it have to do with us?" Li Yanhong interrupted impatiently, "Why do you need to ask me such a question? Let them use their brains before asking, what a bunch of ignorant people."

Seeing that the assistant was still standing there, hesitant to speak, he raised his eyebrows unhappily: "Anything else?"

"Chen Mo just spoke out on Weibo"

Li Yanhong heard this and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Oh, I thought he would always be a turtle and keep silent, but he showed up today. What did he say?"

The assistant quickly brought up the page.

The tablet screen showed Chen Mo's post on the other side's Weibo:

"They just want to live, what's wrong with him?"

Two hours ago, in the chairman’s office at the Bi’an Technology Park.

The lights illuminated the office. Chen Mo sat in front of the large desk, his fingertips lightly sliding across the tablet screen, his eyes calmly examining the Zhihu user information that he had asked Chen Tong to collect and organize.

Chen Tong, who was standing nearby, was reporting, and his voice was particularly clear in the quiet room.

On the first page of the profile, the author of the original post that recently caused a public opinion storm on Zhihu is Wei Zexi.

When Chen Mo saw this name, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a scene deep in his memory was quietly awakened.

"It really is him..."

(End of this chapter)