Super "fictional" story

Twelve years ago, I also posted this story in Tianya, in a reply to a post. It's too dramatic and novel, but it's true! There is nothing to add or mystify, including the time when the story happened ... (I repeat this time, write down the company name and name. )

The story happened just after 0: 00 am on July 15, 2005 (Lunar New Year).

After my father died (Gregorian calendar 65438+20051October 9), my mother and I returned to my second sister's house in Jinhua Town, Wuhou District, Chengdu (for various reasons, I won't talk about the specific village). During that time, the municipal government occupied my second sister's house by building roads, but the village head and the secretary of the village branch seized a house (worth more than 200 thousand) of my second sister's house by "policy" (it was too noisy) on the grounds that my second sister was not a local and her account had moved.

During that time, the village cadres used all available "power" to cut off electricity and telephones ... (water can't be cut off because everyone is pumping groundwater), and there are even threats from "underworld" forces. Unfortunately, they underestimated the native Chongqing people (in terms of temperament and courage). I called a reporter friend, went directly to the director of the power supply bureau, and turned on the electricity ... but my mother was very angry, and she was bedridden ... I didn't think about tea and rice every day, and my second sister and I met the village cadres face to face several times, each time with a strong smell of gunpowder ... but the result was the same. The village head and village branch secretary were determined to have received more than 200,000 compensation (policy gap). My second sister and I also looked for the township government, and the result was the same. ...

Watching my mother groan in bed every day ... My second sister looks weird all day ... I have a feeling that I can't go to heaven or go to the ground ... I lost confidence in the world for the first time in my life, and at the same time I lost faith! ! ! That kind of pain is almost extreme! ! ! I decided to become a beast, a mindless, completely self-controlled beast!

At 0: 00 a.m. on July 15, 2005, as soon as I "decided" to step into the abyss of self-design, my second sister knocked on my door and said that there was a man outside who needed help very much and it was raining. ...

I almost screamed, "help him! ! ! Why didn't anyone come to help us? Second sister, we have helped so many people before, but where are they when we need help? Who will help us? From now on, I want to be a bad person! An evil man! Because good people are not rewarded at all ... "I am really crying, really crying! I am really determined to destroy those two families ... adults and children ... even chickens and dogs, I will make them pay for their arrogance and greed. At that time, in my eyes, they were just a group of flies and bugs, and they were really not even as good as dogs.

After a while, the second sister knocked on the door again, asking me to go out and help others ... knocked on the door for a while, and she went downstairs first. ...

At that time, it was past 0 o'clock, there was no street lamp outside, and it was raining. A woman went out alone ... I reluctantly put on my clothes and went downstairs. ...

Across the road, two headlights of a car flashed in the cold rain ... A middle-aged man with rolled trousers stopped on the road and asked for help ... His car chassis was stuck on the roadbed being repaired across the road.

Later, according to my second sister, he heard the man asking for help for a long time on the road, and no car stopped to help him. Even the migrant workers who came home late laughed at him. It's better not to talk about money. You are rich ... "

I helped the man for more than two hours, covered in mud, and the car still didn't come out. So I kindly advised him: "Brother, do you have a good friend who has a car at home and ask him to come and help you tow it?" (Because it was nearly 3 o'clock in the morning, it was impossible for ordinary friends to help. Originally, my second sister had a car, but because of my father's medical expenses of 2 to 3 thousand yuan every day during his hospitalization ...)

Then I asked the big brother to wash his hands in the room and sat down. As a result, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "XX: Drive my Mercedes to XX Road in Jinhua Town ... and call some security guards." I stood by, completely unaware of it, but pretended as if nothing had happened ... Later, he left me a phone number and said that I could come to Shuangliu for help in the future ... I asked how to find him, and he said that you can find someone casually to "find Boss Song" after you get to Shuangliu. ...

In this way, my second sister easily lost her money according to the policy, and I also went to work in the Song head office. Later, every time my mother called me, she would add this sentence: "Work hard in XX, he is a great man, and you should live up to your conscience."

I didn't know until Shuangliu that our boss not only had a Mercedes-Benz, but also two Audi A8 (one with a displacement of 4.2), three A6, a Land Rover, and a lot of famous cars like Toyota ... 20 to 30 years old ... His full name was Song Zhiyuan, chairman of Sichuan Hong Min Group, and he was an entrepreneur with assets of more than one billion in that year (according to the statistics of Business magazine in that year). Because half of Shuangliu City belongs to him, people nicknamed him "Song Half City". Later, I asked him why he had to save the car himself that night. The boss said that because he suddenly wanted to try what he could do that day ... I was dizzy. ...

I joined Hong Min Group in September 2005 and left in 2009. * * * I have worked in Hong Min Group for more than three years, and I have been the general manager of the trading company since I sent leaflets from the bottom. During this period, in order to safeguard the interests of the company, some senior executives were offended, even the relatives of General Manager Song. . . So, in the end, I can only choose to leave. However, I will always remember Manager Song's kindness to me! May his life be safe! I will firmly remember: I owe him at least one life!

I believe that after July 2005 15, I will never have the idea of becoming a beast again in my life. Even if I die, I will persist in being an honest, kind and helpful person! Thank you for your inspiration! This is what my fortune teller said when I was a freshman in high school. )