Shadow Empire

Chapter 879: There Will Always Be a Time to Fill Up and the Storm Brought by Oger's Death
A peaceful night.

Admiral Diaz didn't call Lance, and Lance knew that this man would be more greedy.

If Admiral Diaz was not a greedy person, he would most likely have asked someone to send the things back instead of keeping them.

As long as he stays, he will definitely not be a moral saint.

In fact, there are no moral saints in this world. The more glamorous they are, the filthier their hearts are, and more terrifying than people can imagine.

Some people's badness is only on the surface. They may bully others, rob others, or do bad things.

Some people are bad in their bones, and they are bad in places that people cannot see.

Their badness has evolved to the level of "evil".

Lance didn't quite know what kind of man Admiral Diaz was, but he would find out.

The fact that he didn't call me to tell me about the model shows that this money can still impress him.

As the morning sun shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains, Lance slowly opened his eyes.

It's six o'clock.

The days rise early in the summer, and reason tells him that he should get up from this damn sealing bed now, clean himself up, go out for some exercise, and come back before breakfast.

But his body told him he couldn't do it.

He changed his posture and squinted again, really just for a moment. When he looked straight ahead and thought about it again, it was almost seven o'clock.

It was definitely too late to exercise at this time, so he got up and walked to the window, pulled open the curtains, and let the sunlight from outside in.

He stretched lazily in the sunshine. It was another beautiful sunny day.

After a simple wash, he came to the restaurant.

Because of concerns for safety, Emily and Patricia continued to stay at the Lawrence Farm, while William had already gone to Lake City. There was no one left here except Lance.

The cook who prepared breakfast was hired and it was said that this cook had worked for the imperial nobles.

Even though she looks like she is in her 40s or 50s, she is definitely a good worker!
Lance sat at the dining table and picked up today's newspapers. They were arranged in order according to Lance's habits and preferences for reading newspapers.

This is what the housekeeper did.

Lance picked up the top copy of "Golden Port Today" and was quickly attracted by the front-page headlines.

"The working class is not a bargaining chip in the fight for power and profit" is a very attractive title.

He roughly knew what was going on, then he opened the newspaper and read it carefully.

Ogg is dead.

A skilled tailor from the Federation of Labor who had joined the strike at that garment factory died.

His legs have developed a series of serious problems due to lack of follow-up treatment, mainly because he has no money and cannot cooperate with the hospital to continue his treatment.

The pain continued to torment him so much that he didn't know whether it was his legs or his soul that hurt. He could only continue to increase the dosage of painkillers.

He was tortured by painkillers and pain into a useless person, sitting in a wheelchair all day.

In fact, he could move, but he had given up struggling.

In July, just a few days ago, the hospital came to him and asked him for this month's installment repayment, but he couldn't afford it.

After the bank people left, his wife secretly followed them and paid the first installment.

What she didn't know was that Oger then tried every possible means to get the first installment of the money.

Selling blood and borrowing money from former co-workers.

He then approached the hospital and said he wanted to give them the money, but their staff said he had already paid last month.

This confused Oger, and he confirmed with the staff again and again, and also found the person who contacted him, only to find out that it was his wife who helped him pay the June installment.

Where does a woman get such a large sum of money?
For rich people, a few dozen dollars may be just a small expense that they don't notice, but for ordinary people, this is wealth that they may not be able to save even if they eat and spend less in a month.

Now, her wife gave it to him so easily?
Countless thoughts turned in his mind. He returned home, sat in the living room, and waited silently.

In the evening, his wife pushed open the door carrying a basket of vegetables. She was a little surprised to see Oger sitting facing the door, but soon smiled and picked up the basket in her hand, "I bought some ground beef and onions, and a tomato today."

"We can make some tomato beef soup. Is that your favorite?"

Oger didn't say anything, just stared at his wife. Only then did he notice that his wife looked much better, and...she seemed to have become more confident in her every move.

He didn't know what had caused it, but he knew something had happened to his wife.

He just sat there, staring at his wife. She couldn't stand his stare anymore, so she turned to look at Og. "What's wrong?"

"Is there something wrong with me?" she asked unnaturally.

Oger tilted his head, waves of pain surged through his body again, as if they had discovered his current anger and began to suddenly flare up!
In silence, he took out a small bottle of painkillers, took out three pills from it, stuffed the three pills into his mouth with slightly trembling hands, and then chewed them hard.

He supported his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, leaned forward slightly, lowered his head, and his body was shaking with pain.

"The doctor said that if you keep abusing painkillers, you'll only become more and more dependent on them!"

His wife's words made him look up. Behind his messy hair was a faint eye, an eye full of confusion, pain, and anger.

"They said, you gave last month's money."

His wife was silent for a moment, "Yes, I gave it to you."

"Where did the money come from?" He stared at his wife's expression and eyes, wanting to see how she would lie.

She really didn't know how to answer this question, although she had thought about being discovered many times and how to deal with it.

But when the moment really came, she didn't know what to say or how to say it.

All the things that were thought out before have become meaningless.

"I earned it from working," she said.

Oger didn't believe it at all.

"How many tens of dollars can you earn a month as a housewife who knows nothing?"

"And our meals this month are pretty good, so how do you make so much money?"

There was a hint of red in his eyeballs, which was caused by congestion.

"I do housework for rich people." In a hurry, she decided to use the countermeasures she had thought of before, and she said the lines she had prepared.

She is a housewife and what she is best at is housework, so it is reasonable that a rich man needs such a maid.

But Oger still didn't believe it, and the two looked at each other through his hair.

Perhaps it was because he saw the unwavering and unevasive determination in his wife's eyes that he became a little uncertain.

"You didn't lie?"

His wife raised her voice. She noticed that her husband seemed to be showing weakness, so she subconsciously raised her voice, "You don't believe me!"

Og shook his head, "You better not lie to me!"

After he finished speaking, he pushed his wheelchair back to his room, while his wife continued to take care of everything on the stove.

Dinner was the best dinner during this period, tomato and onion beef soup. The onions and tomatoes were completely dissolved in the soup, and Og's wife added some wheat flour to make it look a little thick.

Each spoonful is filled with beef filling. Whether you drink it directly or eat it, or dip it in a lunch bag, it is the best choice!

The family sat together to enjoy dinner as they did in the past. The daughter was surprised by the sumptuous dinner today, "Are we rich again?"

She looked at her father with expectant eyes, "Did you find a job?" Oger's mouth twitched, he lowered his head, scooped up a spoonful of soup with a spoon and put it into his mouth.

The girl looked at her mother in confusion, and her mother just shook her head slightly.

Although the food tonight was very good, it was a dull dinner.

The couple didn't speak to each other all night, both thinking about their own thoughts.

The next morning, Og sensed that his wife had left and he quickly got up as well.

He knew it would be difficult for him to find his wife, so he asked reporters for help.

All of this was a pre-arranged script. The reporter would definitely not miss this important news material. He drove and took Oger with him to follow his wife.

Soon, they saw his wife changing her clothes in a small hotel and then returning to the street.

At this moment, Oger's entire body was torn apart.

He saw a man who was shorter than his wife, holding his wife's waist and going to a nearby hotel.

At this moment, he wanted to rush forward, but just when he was about to do so, the reporter in the cab suddenly asked, "Do you want to stop her?"

Oger looked at the reporter with hurt expression. He had realized that perhaps it was a "game" from the very beginning. He had entered the game and was getting deeper and deeper into it.

The look in his eyes when he looked at the reporter revealed a sense of violence due to being hurt, but the reporter was not afraid of him and stared into his eyes through the rearview mirror.

"Have you ever thought about how you're going to pay the hospital's installment this month if you stop her?"

"Even if you have money, how are you going to pay next month?"

"You think your whole family will be driven out onto the street?"

"Think about your daughter. Her life has just begun!"

A sarcastic expression appeared on the reporter's face. He stared into Oger's eyes through the rearview mirror and asked, "What about your painkillers?"

"You didn't forget on purpose, did you?"

"The painkillers you are taking now were all bought for you by your wife."

"If you stop her, everything you have now will end."

The reporter's words deeply hurt Oger's heart. He put his hand on the back of the front seat, and with the other hand he grabbed his clothes on his chest. He was pale and breathing heavily.

The reporter had no sympathy for the man, "If you really want to stop her, just quit taking the painkillers."

The reporter felt that if he could quit taking painkillers with his own willpower, this could also be reported as a piece of news. In the face of adversity and despair, he could stand up again with his own willpower.

People will like this story. It may be a little too idealistic, but... at least it will give people an inspiring power.

Soon he drove away and returned to Oger's home which no longer belonged to him.

He didn't know if it was because the previous stimulation was too stimulating, but he began to feel pain in his body again. As soon as he took out the bottle of painkillers, he thought of what the reporter said.

He gritted his teeth and was about to throw away the bottle, but for some reason, he suddenly gave up the idea.

After all, he bought them with money, so he put the bottle of painkillers into his trouser pocket.

He glanced at the reporter, as if to tell him that he could get through it.

The reporter just responded with a smile. He said that he had checked the information and found that some people who abused painkillers and became dependent on them were able to quit, but not many.

At this moment, Oger no longer cared about these things. He began to fight against the pain coming from his body.

Even when he was breathing, he could feel the pain caused by the friction between his lungs and other parts of his body. It was so clear!

He began to sweat. He just made a fist clenching motion, but the instant pain in his palm joints made him shiver and then he spread out his palm, not daring to use more force!
He could clearly feel the pain caused by the friction between bones. It was so painful!

His body was shaking slightly, but even if he did nothing, he was still in pain!
His femoral head was hurting, his spine was hurting, there was almost no place in his body that didn't hurt, it hurt so much!
He subconsciously wanted to take the pills, but he glanced at the reporter's half-smile on his face, gritted his teeth, and continued to endure the severe pain!

He didn't know how long it had been, but he thought the pain was just temporary. But now it seems that he was wrong.

This pain has been continuous, he doesn't know when it will end, maybe in the next second, but maybe never!

Even breathing began to feel like burning, and he couldn't bear it anymore!

He endured the severe pain, took out a small medicine bottle, shook out four small pills, and put them into his mouth.

Five minutes later, he felt like he had returned from hell to the human world, but there was no pain, it was so comfortable!
If he knew some bakery owner who had lost his human form, they would definitely have a common language.

After feeling comfortable for a while, he fell into deep self-blame and regret again. Why, why didn't he hold back?

Maybe everything would be fine in the next second, but why didn't he hold back?
He slapped himself in the face and then sat there.

Before he was able to solve the problem of painkillers, it seemed that he really had no way to stop his wife from working as a prostitute, because without that income, he couldn't even afford the painkillers.

But he believed that everything would be fine. As long as his leg injury healed and the child was taken care of, he would find a job so that his wife would not have to work on the street.

In the evening, Og's wife brought back some good food. Og almost asked for food several times, but he finally held back.

The family finished their dinner in a depressing atmosphere again, and Oger went to bed early. He felt like a clown and hated himself. He couldn't face his wife.

Whether it's because of anger or guilt, it's not okay!

Over the past few days, Oger has begun to accept the result that his wife has become a prostitute.

He heard from reporters that his wife could earn at least a dozen yuan a day, which surprised him, but he seemed to be able to reluctantly accept his wife doing this job.

After all, the clients pay really a lot of money.

If nothing unexpected happened, maybe next month or the month after, he would be able to accept everything, but the accident still happened.

In the afternoon, his wife came back from outside and locked herself in the door without saying a word.

Then his good friend came with two people. When they saw Oger, they shouted, "Do you know?"

"Your wife is prostitute!"

The old-style apartment didn't have very good soundproofing, and soon the people next door knew about it. They leaned their heads out to listen to what was happening in the corridor.

At this moment, his ears were buzzing. He could only see his friends talking but could not hear any sound.

Soon a few people left, but outside the door, there were pairs of eyes looking inside with meaningful looks.

He even saw smiles on the faces of several middle-aged and elderly neighbors, as if they were about to succeed!

A man, with what little dignity he had left, was thrown to the ground and rubbed back and forth.

In the evening, his daughter came back and found out about this. He got angry when faced with his daughter's questioning, but this also made his daughter run away. She couldn't accept this!

Her mother has become a street prostitute, and the whole school will know about it tomorrow. She can even imagine that those bad boys might go looking for her mother to make a deal and then humiliate her!

She can't stand this, she wants to run away from home!
Oger had a heated argument with his wife, who soon left the house, leaving him alone in a wheelchair in the living room.

The empty house was like his empty heart. He held his forehead and covered his eyes, crying bitterly...

Everything is only one step away from the final sublimation!
The reporter dialed the editor-in-chief's number, and then he temporarily left Oger's room and came to the street downstairs.

He smoked a cigarette and watched several unusual men enter the apartment building. About seven or eight minutes later, accompanied by a dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground, Oger appeared in front of him in another way!
All of this was faithfully published by the reporters in the newspapers, but of course they did not mention that someone helped Ogg complete the last part of his journey.

After reading the entire report, Lance sighed softly, thinking that he was indeed an unlucky guy.

Why offend anyone else, why offend him?
Lance could predict that this report would shock the working class throughout the federation!

They regard certain people as being of the same class, as working brothers.

But those people only regarded them as bargaining chips in their struggle for power and profit!

(End of this chapter)