A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 251 Is reality more miserable than literature? The perseverance of our literary generation! A sensation from Korean society!
A kind person, no matter what he has experienced, will always have a kind heart.

Injustice has its head, and debt has its owner.

When dealing with enemies who have abused their wives and daughters, they must use thundering means to inflict the greatest harm on them in the shortest possible time. They will not give up unless they are killed in the shortest possible time.

However, if you are dealing with the family of your enemy.
Although Park Junzhi wanted to take revenge, no matter how hard he raised the knife in his hand, he still couldn't bring himself to do it.
After a whole night of continuous torture.

All the parts of Cho Doo-soon that could be removed had been completely removed by Park Joon-ji.

The tendons in his hands and feet were all severed, and he completely lost the ability to move.

The genitals were also missing.

His whole body was covered with cuts, and you could hardly find a piece of intact skin on him.
The entire bathroom was filled with extremely horrifying blood.

Park Junzhi fulfilled the promise he made at home -

"Whatever you did to our Naying, I will take it back from you a hundred times, a thousand times, or even ten thousand times."

Ten hours, 600 minutes, thirty-six thousand seconds.

During these 36,000 seconds, almost every second, Cho Doo-soon was in a situation worse than death.

I want to live, but I can't.

I want to die, but I can't.

I watched Park Jun-ji pick up the pliers again and try to cut off his last toe.

In the last second before he lost consciousness, Cho Doo-soon kept pleading with Park Jun-ji:
"No, no, I beg you"

That was the last second before Cho Doo-soon lost consciousness.

Outside, the door opened.

"I'm back." Cho Doo-soon's wife, a white-haired woman, opened the door with various fruits and vegetables in her hands. "Today, the pork belly in the vegetable market is cheaper than usual."

Unexpectedly, before she could finish her words, she raised her head.

Then she saw a scene that she would never forget in her life.
The house was in a mess, filled with all kinds of horrific bloodstains.

Broken arm.

Remains.

blood.

Everywhere
When Chanan, Cho Doo-soon's wife, saw the horrifying scene in front of her, she almost subconsciously screamed in fear:

"what--"

Without waiting for her to scream, Park Junzhi was quick to push her to the ground, blocked her mouth, and tied her up tightly with a rope.

Cho Doo-soon's wife was a woman in her sixties with wrinkles on her face. When Park Jun-ji threw her to the ground.

Her eyes were filled with fear.

Logically speaking, the whole family has been wiped out and the great hatred has been avenged.

At this time, killing another person would be a huge problem for Park Junzhi.
It's just something that happens easily.

But for some reason, looking at the old woman in front of him with eyes full of fear, no matter how Park Junzhi tried to persuade him.

He just couldn't bring himself to do it.

He smoked one cigarette after another.

Time keeps passing by in every second.

After a while, as if he had made up his mind, Park Junzhi took off the rag that was blocking the old woman's mouth, and then called the police with his mobile phone.

He threw his cell phone at the old woman and then just shouted at her:
"Call the police."

"You..." The old woman seemed a little unbelievable. She looked up at Park Junzhi, "What did you say?"

"I say." Park Junzhi picked up the sharp knife on the table and walked towards Zhao Doushun without looking back, "Call the police."

Injustice has its head, and debt has its owner.

Park Junzhi didn't want to cause any more killing.

Even though the old woman in front of him was Cho Doo-soon's wife, she
He has not done anything unforgivable to his family.

If I were like Cho Doo-soon, I would hurt innocent people because of my own selfish desires.
Then what is the difference between me and this beast?
As a person, you should have principles.

No harm to innocent people
"Hello, is this the police station? I want to call the police." The old woman hurriedly picked up the cell phone that was scattered on the ground with her foot and said, "I am in Anshan City, Mingxing Street, I am now..."

That was when Cho Doo-soon's wife called the police.
Park Jun-ji picked up the sharp knife and walked slowly towards Cho Doo-soon.

He grabbed Cho Doo-soon's hair and then, without stopping, moved towards his neck.

A hard blow.

"Puch-"

The moment the old woman looked up, she witnessed the most horrifying scene.

I only saw Zhao's head and his body——

Body separation
The head hit the ground heavily like a football.

This scene frightened the old woman so much that she forgot to scream.

Her eyes were filled with horror.

This horrific scene made it impossible for her to forget it in her life.
How could we know that the first victim had been born after the publication of "Hope"?
Chenghai Drama Academy.

Jiang Hai was sitting in the conference room, listening carefully to the data department of the animation studio compiling statistics and analyzing the statistics of "The Divine Chef Xiao Fugui".

"The first animation produced by our animation studio, "The Divine Chef Xiao Fugui", has achieved remarkable success since its release on CCTV Children's Channel. It has become the first animation work on CCTV Children's Channel in the past five years to have a same-channel audience rating of over 30%. This achievement is very worthy of congratulations."

It's strange to say, but a common problem in the system seems to be -

Meeting.

When something goes wrong, hold a meeting to summarize and discuss solutions.

Nothing much, just a meeting to look forward to our hopes and expectations for the future.

Such as morning meetings, afternoon meetings and evening meetings.

What seminars, analysis meetings, summary meetings.

For these messy meetings, you don't need to think carefully, you can just talk about a lot of things casually.

In a day, I work eight hours, spend six hours in meetings and one hour on lunch break, so seven hours have already passed.

As for what you did in the last hour?
Go to the toilet, make tea, chat, and fish.
These all take time.

If you can come up with something substantive from the meeting, that would be fine.

But rather.
There is no practical information at all, but just a lot of fancy nonsense.

For example, in a discussion meeting, colleagues from the business department put forward suggestions to the school leaders:
"Leader, our painting department has encountered some problems in rendering the picture. We need the leader to coordinate and help us solve it."

The question is raised.

At this time, a middle-aged leader sat in the center of the conference room, wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and classic black-framed glasses, with a thermos cup of tea next to the table.

I would pick up the teacup on the table and take a sip.

Then he looked at you seriously:
"As for your case, we are not saying that we won't do it. We don't say that there is anything that must be done in a certain way. However, we can find a way. This situation is very complicated, but we still have to see what the specific situation is."

The leader sat in the main seat and spoke a lot, seemingly saying a lot.
But actually saying it feels like not saying anything.

You don't hear any solution, even the slightest bit.

When he finishes talking nonsense, he will look up at you and ask you:
"have you understood?"

Did you understand what I heard?

It's obvious that I can't understand it. What this thing says is not human language, so how can I understand it?

But you say you didn't understand.

At this time, the leader will look at you with a meaningful look:
"Young comrade, you need to improve your understanding." Obviously, this is a bad habit within the system. It's not that they can't explain many things clearly, but that they don't even want to explain them clearly.

Do more and make more mistakes.

Do less and make fewer mistakes.

Not doing anything is good.

These three points are the golden rules on which most of the fake leaders in the system rely for survival.

"Don't seek merit, but seek no faults."

Anyway, you can get a guaranteed income regardless of the weather. If you do a good job, you won't get a bonus, but if you don't do a good job, you will be criticized.

If that’s the case, then why bother playing with your life?

Even though everyone is blaming each other.

But obviously, as a newcomer in the workplace, Jiang Hai could not tolerate these bad habits.

Looking at the leader sitting in the main seat.

Once again wasting everyone's time after get off work, I started my own nonsense literature:
"Since you asked me to say something, I'll say something. What should I say? I thought of these two sentences."

Jiang Hai really couldn't stand it anymore.

He refuted it in front of hundreds of studio employees:
"Can you please get to the point? I've been putting up with you for so long."

The middle-aged leader in a white shirt and with a big belly obviously didn't expect that someone would refute him in public?
He was stunned:

"you."

Jiang Hai looked at him impatiently and retorted with one sentence:
"If you can, talk about it. If you can't, get out of here. Don't waste everyone's time, okay?"

Yan Zhengde is an in-system staff member assigned by the Central Propaganda Department to assist the animation studio in its work. He is a serious deputy-department-level leader.

Normally, no one would dare interrupt a leader of his level when he is speaking.

The job rank is there.

In terms of seniority, he is also older than most of the people present.

What's more, this is a senior leader sent down from above to assist in the work.

It was precisely because of these factors that no matter what he said in meetings, everyone could only endure it silently, not even daring to say a harsh word, let alone confront him in person.
Jiang Hai's sudden defiance was something Yan Zhengde never expected.

He subconsciously wanted to give Jiang Hai some advice:

"You little comrade."

However, when he saw clearly that the person who stood up from his seat was Jiang Hai, he swallowed back the reprimand that was about to come out of his mouth:

"Is it Jiang Hai? Then it's okay."

In front of other people, he, the deputy director of the Propaganda Department, might still speak with some authority.

But in front of Jiang Hai, he, the so-called deputy director, really has no face.
Whether it is Song Huimei from CAFA or Fang Zhenguo from Chengxi Academy of Theatre Arts, they are all serious department-level cadres.

These people spoke in a soft voice in front of Jiang Hai.
Moreover, he had seen with his own eyes that Qi Bu from the Central Propaganda Department personally lit a cigarette for Jiang Hai.
"This guy doesn't even care about Qibu's face, let alone me?"

Think of this.

Being contradicted in person, Yan Zhengde, who was originally a little angry, forced himself to suppress his emotions.

Then a smiling face appeared:
"If you have something to say, please talk to me nicely. Don't be angry."

It is normal for scholars to have a temper.

If a scholar has no temper at all and only wags his tail and begs when he is treated unfairly, how can he express his true feelings and write shocking words?
As early as 1924, the famous Indian writer Rabindranath Tagore visited China, and this event shocked the entire Chinese literary world.

To welcome Tagore's arrival.

At that time, almost all the well-known writers in the literary world gathered together and prepared an extremely luxurious birthday party for Tagore.

At that time, Tagore was a top literary giant whose reputation spread throughout Asia.

Mr. Lu Xun was just a fledgling writer who gave up medicine to pursue literature.

At a time when the country is facing life and death, these so-called "literary spirit" and "backbone of the literary world" not only do not consider the correct path of saving the country from danger and saving the nation from extinction, but are instead celebrating the birthday of a foreign writer with the utmost luxury and flattery?

When Lu Xun received the invitation to attend Tagore's birthday party.

He just walked into the banquet hall and saw the extremely luxurious scene before him, and he didn't even see Tagore.

Then he left in anger:

"You guys are a mess!"

How can a scholar not have a bad temper?
Can someone who doesn't have a bad temper be called a scholar?
Of course, I know Jiang Hai's temper. He can't tolerate any sand in his eyes, even if he feels embarrassed.

Deputy Director Yan Zhengde also apologized to him in a friendly manner:

"I won't say it anymore. Is it okay if I don't say it anymore?"

The most disgusting person in the world -

Even when the teacher has finished the class and announced the end of the class, a few so-called "good students" would suddenly appear from nowhere and stand up to remind the teacher:
"Teacher, you forgot to give us homework"

The most admirable person in the world -

After the so-called "good student" reminded the teacher, he stood up, slapped the "good student" in the face, and then shouted at him:
"What the hell are you pretending to be? If you want to show off, go home and show off in front of your mother."

"Students, run! It's holiday time."

Obviously, Jiang Hai belongs to the latter category.

When there are a few leaders who are too daddy-like and keep wasting your rest time and wearing out your patience in meetings.

At this time, someone like Jiang Hai suddenly appeared.

He is simply an angel, okay?
Seeing that Yan Zhengde, who was full of fatherly vibes, finally stepped down, Chen Hanying, who was sitting next to Jiang Hai, couldn't help but secretly gave him a thumbs up:

"Good job!"

Only after Yan Zhengde stepped down did this seminar truly begin.

A colleague from the data department came on stage and continued to analyze the reasons why the ratings of "The Divine Chef Xiao Fugui" exceeded 3:
“First of all, the subject matter is novel, the combination of modern history and animation, which can be said to have overturned everyone’s previous understanding of the animation industry.”

"Secondly, the plot is profound. It sets aside everyone's prejudice against animation and truly educates children as adults. Every character in the play is portrayed with flesh and blood."

"However, this hit drama is not without its flaws. Its ending is too tragic."

Normally speaking, since the cartoon is for children, the ending should generally be a family reunion.

The bad guys got the punishment they deserved.

A good man who punishes evil and becomes a hero respected by everyone.

This is how a normal animation should end.

However, the animation "The Divine Chef Xiao Fugui" takes a different approach. At the end of the story -

Little Fugui still failed to save his grandfather, who died tragically in the palace.

The kind old doctor saved Xiao Fugui many times in times of crisis, and ultimately died together with the chefs who wanted to frame Xiao Fugui.

Little Bee, the adopted daughter of Lord K. She is kind and simple, and is one of the few positive characters in the play. Before she died, she told Little Fugui and Little Li about their conspiracy, and was eventually killed by Lord K's men using poisoned darts.

Xiao Feidie, a mysterious chivalrous hero, went to assassinate Empress Dowager Cixi in order to avenge her dead father, but she disappeared.
The good guys' endings are each more miserable than the other.

On the contrary, the endings of the bad guys, such as Empress Dowager Cixi and Lord K, are more carefree than each other?
This was unacceptable to everyone, and they simply couldn't understand it.

Just as everyone started discussing:
“Is it really necessary for an educational animation for children to be so realistic and so miserable?”

That is when everyone was discussing it.

Suddenly, Jiang Hai's cell phone rang.

That was a piece of news that Toutiao sent to him:
[This afternoon, in Ansan City, Gyeonggi Province, South Korea, a murder and dismemberment case of extremely serious nature was uncovered. The details of the case were disclosed, causing a social sensation.]

(End of this chapter)