Chapter 486
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If the request had been put a few hours ago, the young man would leave the room like a servant even if he didn't want to.
But now everything is different. Instead of leaving immediately, he looked at his father, Mr. Simon, "are you going to leave..."
"I have heard from the housekeeper that you are selling everything here."
"Factories, shops, warehouses and things in the warehouse, you have laid off all the workers, including the house under our feet, are also in your sales plan!" the young man's voice was not so loud, but it sounded like a thunder in Mr. Simon's heart.
These things he did were exposed, and he was a little panicked, "no, that's not true!"
For the first time, the boy didn't lower his head and keep silent, but looked directly at the man who was a little frightened in his interrogation. He felt that the man was not as powerful as he thought.
"In fact, you are ready to leave. As long as someone can take over these assets, you will leave here. You don't even plan to leave with me and my mother. You plan to leave us here and leave us nothing!"
He had guessed the most real situation, but Mr. Simon's mood stabilized. In this familiar relationship, he quickly found his place.
"These are not things you should know, understand? I repeat, now I ask you to leave here immediately!" he pointed to the door, and the dignity of his father and the ruler of the family began to diffuse again.
The boy began to feel the changes in his heart like the process from disappointment to despair he had experienced countless times. Bit by bit, he felt that he had been swallowed up by the darkness.
His expression was a little painful and wanted to squeeze out some smiles, but these smiles were not very good-looking. "We can leave and go together. The three of us can go anywhere, to the country you came to or the country you haven't been to. We are a family and should live together..."
"Tell me you're going to take us..."
He shouted loudly, but Mr. Simon was always silent. He closed his mouth and his lips lost their blood color, just like his current mood, pale and nervous.
He always refused to admit that the skin color was heavier. People like his mother were his own children. At the same time, he also knew that this was a fact, but he was unwilling to admit it.
The longer he stayed here, the more he missed his cheating wife and his close son. The word "father" was used only when he wrote for money. The mother and son here were just props, vases and bastards for him to integrate into the local society.
The strange look with a trace of unhappiness and hatred made the teenager completely desperate. He didn't leave the room, but went to the sofa and sat down. He grabbed his hair with both hands and fell into a kind of mania.
"Why, if you don't like me and your mother, why marry her and give birth to me?" he questioned Mr. Simon.
He had such a guess before, but he always told himself that it was all his wishful thinking. How could anyone not love their children.
He even found some excuses for Mr. Simon. For example, he expressed his love in different ways. For example, he was actually paying attention to himself secretly
He tried to deceive himself into believing that the lies he made up were the truth of the world, but it seemed that he had failed.
Mr. Simon seemed to see it at this moment, and his voice was indifferent, "because if I didn't have a son like you, some locals wouldn't want to do business with me."
"I know what they think. They think you will become my successor and inherit everything from me. They think you are also a nagary..." Mr. Simon paused. He seemed to think of something, but his mood gave him no chance to think carefully, "you are indeed a nagary!"
A strange smile appeared on his face, "and I, I'm not from nagary, and my son shouldn't be from nagary."
"You're right. I didn't fucking treat you as my child from the beginning, and I didn't plan to take you away. I can't stand you. Now that your use value is gone, I won't take you away!"
"Well, I've told you all you want to know. Are you satisfied now? Are you satisfied with this answer?"
"If you are satisfied, get out of my room. I'm angry when I see you now!"
The young man slowly raised his head in tears. Sometimes the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably. Coupled with those tears and some snot, he didn't look very good to be honest.
"So you've never loved me, have you?" he asked. That's the last question.
Mr. Simon hesitated a little, then shook his head. "Never."
"I always thought you didn't like me because I didn't do well enough, even if I knew I was lying to myself."
"You refused the last chance, please allow me... Call you Papa..."
Papa is a kind name for father in the localization of nagariel. The names of father and mother are too written. In real life, few people speak like this. In addition to the family environment and the education they receive, most of the time, people still use such a more humane name to call their parents.
In Mr. Simon's consternation, the young man grabbed the shotgun on the sofa and raised it. Mr. Simon's expression was strange and even a little disappointed.
"You won't shoot, and you don't dare to do that. I'll leave you and your mother some money to make your life good. Now stop saying those unpleasant words, then put down the gun and get out of my room..."
Boom!
The whole world seemed to be occupied by this huge sound. Mr. Simon looked at the fire in front of him. He thought of when he first came here.
Preston is an excellent hunter and likes hunting very much. At that time, Mr. Simon had no choice but to come to him. Fortunately, he had successful experience in the past, which made him have some contacts in his own country.
Preston takes a fancy to Mr. Simon. He is not a garbage collector. He carries everything in his pocket. He only wants those valuable people to serve him.
In order to please Preston, Mr. Simon sent some good shotguns to Preston.
These shotguns may not play a good role in the front battlefield, but they do well in hunting.
With larger caliber, faster bore speed and more terrible tearing force, he remembered that the manufacturer of this shotgun was very proud to tell him when delivering these shotguns that even if he faced a crazy elephant, he didn't need to panic.
Just fork your feet a little from front to back, stabilize the center of gravity of your body, then put the butt of your gun on your shoulder socket, aim at the elephant's head and pull the trigger.
After the bang, the crazy elephant will fall to the ground like a doll and can no longer threaten anything.
He fell back, slowly. He saw the blood beads falling slowly in the air. The blood was not as bright red as people thought, but a little dark.
He saw some bone fragments and was surprised to see another eye. The nerve of that eye connected with a muscle was flying slowly in the air. He could even see infinite fear and his own reflection from that eye.
A poor bastard without half his head!
With a bang, Mr. Simon lay on the ground, his body convulsed subconsciously, and stopped after only a few convulsions, and blood gushed out of his head.
The young man overturned by the huge recoil stood up again, the door of the room was knocked open, the housekeeper and the young man rushed in, and they saw Mr. Simon on the ground at a glance.
Compared with the surprised expression on the young face, the housekeeper pulled out the cushion cloth on the tea table with a heavy expression and covered Mr. Simon's missing half head.
The blood soon dyed the white pad red. The young man wiped the tears off his face. He looked at Mr. Simon lying on the ground who had lost his vital signs. His heart was very complex.
He once thought it was a mountain he couldn't cross. At this moment, human life collapsed in front of him. It's really fragile.
He doesn't know how to describe his feeling at this time. All kinds of emotions are churning, but he still has some new work to do.
"What shall I do next?" the young man looked at the young man. "I have shown my sincerity."
The young man nodded and seemed to agree very much. "Next, I'll take care of everything. From this moment on, you, your family and your property will be protected and cared for by the Al Shabaab of nagary!"
Not long ago, there were occasional gunshots around, but it soon calmed down.
The riots spread here from other places, and some people also set their eyes on Mr. Simon's house. After all, we probably know who is richer among the foreigners here.
But just as they were about to break into Mr. Simon's house, they saw a body with its head covered on the lawn. Several young people were talking loudly. Maybe a mob sneaked in and killed Mr. Simon.
At the same time, they also told others that Mr. Simon's child, a nagary teenager, would inherit Mr. Simon's estate and wealth, and he was also a member of the nagary al Shabaab.
If you don't want to get into trouble and don't want to get into trouble for your family, you'd better not step into this yard!
In fact, the influence and fame of Al Shabaab in nagary are not enough, but they have guns in their hands. At this time, guns have become the most persuasive thing.
People remember the dead Mr. Simon, the Al Shabaab and the weapons in the hands of Al Shabaab.
They expressed their fear and left here.
Sitting in the living room, facing his mother who didn't look very sad, the young man looked at the sky outside the window in a daze.
He didn't know whether the decision was right or wrong, but at least he was fighting for a chance.
A chance to take control of your destiny.
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If the request had been put a few hours ago, the young man would leave the room like a servant even if he didn't want to.
But now everything is different. Instead of leaving immediately, he looked at his father, Mr. Simon, "are you going to leave..."
"I have heard from the housekeeper that you are selling everything here."
"Factories, shops, warehouses and things in the warehouse, you have laid off all the workers, including the house under our feet, are also in your sales plan!" the young man's voice was not so loud, but it sounded like a thunder in Mr. Simon's heart.
These things he did were exposed, and he was a little panicked, "no, that's not true!"
For the first time, the boy didn't lower his head and keep silent, but looked directly at the man who was a little frightened in his interrogation. He felt that the man was not as powerful as he thought.
"In fact, you are ready to leave. As long as someone can take over these assets, you will leave here. You don't even plan to leave with me and my mother. You plan to leave us here and leave us nothing!"
He had guessed the most real situation, but Mr. Simon's mood stabilized. In this familiar relationship, he quickly found his place.
"These are not things you should know, understand? I repeat, now I ask you to leave here immediately!" he pointed to the door, and the dignity of his father and the ruler of the family began to diffuse again.
The boy began to feel the changes in his heart like the process from disappointment to despair he had experienced countless times. Bit by bit, he felt that he had been swallowed up by the darkness.
His expression was a little painful and wanted to squeeze out some smiles, but these smiles were not very good-looking. "We can leave and go together. The three of us can go anywhere, to the country you came to or the country you haven't been to. We are a family and should live together..."
"Tell me you're going to take us..."
He shouted loudly, but Mr. Simon was always silent. He closed his mouth and his lips lost their blood color, just like his current mood, pale and nervous.
He always refused to admit that the skin color was heavier. People like his mother were his own children. At the same time, he also knew that this was a fact, but he was unwilling to admit it.
The longer he stayed here, the more he missed his cheating wife and his close son. The word "father" was used only when he wrote for money. The mother and son here were just props, vases and bastards for him to integrate into the local society.
The strange look with a trace of unhappiness and hatred made the teenager completely desperate. He didn't leave the room, but went to the sofa and sat down. He grabbed his hair with both hands and fell into a kind of mania.
"Why, if you don't like me and your mother, why marry her and give birth to me?" he questioned Mr. Simon.
He had such a guess before, but he always told himself that it was all his wishful thinking. How could anyone not love their children.
He even found some excuses for Mr. Simon. For example, he expressed his love in different ways. For example, he was actually paying attention to himself secretly
He tried to deceive himself into believing that the lies he made up were the truth of the world, but it seemed that he had failed.
Mr. Simon seemed to see it at this moment, and his voice was indifferent, "because if I didn't have a son like you, some locals wouldn't want to do business with me."
"I know what they think. They think you will become my successor and inherit everything from me. They think you are also a nagary..." Mr. Simon paused. He seemed to think of something, but his mood gave him no chance to think carefully, "you are indeed a nagary!"
A strange smile appeared on his face, "and I, I'm not from nagary, and my son shouldn't be from nagary."
"You're right. I didn't fucking treat you as my child from the beginning, and I didn't plan to take you away. I can't stand you. Now that your use value is gone, I won't take you away!"
"Well, I've told you all you want to know. Are you satisfied now? Are you satisfied with this answer?"
"If you are satisfied, get out of my room. I'm angry when I see you now!"
The young man slowly raised his head in tears. Sometimes the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably. Coupled with those tears and some snot, he didn't look very good to be honest.
"So you've never loved me, have you?" he asked. That's the last question.
Mr. Simon hesitated a little, then shook his head. "Never."
"I always thought you didn't like me because I didn't do well enough, even if I knew I was lying to myself."
"You refused the last chance, please allow me... Call you Papa..."
Papa is a kind name for father in the localization of nagariel. The names of father and mother are too written. In real life, few people speak like this. In addition to the family environment and the education they receive, most of the time, people still use such a more humane name to call their parents.
In Mr. Simon's consternation, the young man grabbed the shotgun on the sofa and raised it. Mr. Simon's expression was strange and even a little disappointed.
"You won't shoot, and you don't dare to do that. I'll leave you and your mother some money to make your life good. Now stop saying those unpleasant words, then put down the gun and get out of my room..."
Boom!
The whole world seemed to be occupied by this huge sound. Mr. Simon looked at the fire in front of him. He thought of when he first came here.
Preston is an excellent hunter and likes hunting very much. At that time, Mr. Simon had no choice but to come to him. Fortunately, he had successful experience in the past, which made him have some contacts in his own country.
Preston takes a fancy to Mr. Simon. He is not a garbage collector. He carries everything in his pocket. He only wants those valuable people to serve him.
In order to please Preston, Mr. Simon sent some good shotguns to Preston.
These shotguns may not play a good role in the front battlefield, but they do well in hunting.
With larger caliber, faster bore speed and more terrible tearing force, he remembered that the manufacturer of this shotgun was very proud to tell him when delivering these shotguns that even if he faced a crazy elephant, he didn't need to panic.
Just fork your feet a little from front to back, stabilize the center of gravity of your body, then put the butt of your gun on your shoulder socket, aim at the elephant's head and pull the trigger.
After the bang, the crazy elephant will fall to the ground like a doll and can no longer threaten anything.
He fell back, slowly. He saw the blood beads falling slowly in the air. The blood was not as bright red as people thought, but a little dark.
He saw some bone fragments and was surprised to see another eye. The nerve of that eye connected with a muscle was flying slowly in the air. He could even see infinite fear and his own reflection from that eye.
A poor bastard without half his head!
With a bang, Mr. Simon lay on the ground, his body convulsed subconsciously, and stopped after only a few convulsions, and blood gushed out of his head.
The young man overturned by the huge recoil stood up again, the door of the room was knocked open, the housekeeper and the young man rushed in, and they saw Mr. Simon on the ground at a glance.
Compared with the surprised expression on the young face, the housekeeper pulled out the cushion cloth on the tea table with a heavy expression and covered Mr. Simon's missing half head.
The blood soon dyed the white pad red. The young man wiped the tears off his face. He looked at Mr. Simon lying on the ground who had lost his vital signs. His heart was very complex.
He once thought it was a mountain he couldn't cross. At this moment, human life collapsed in front of him. It's really fragile.
He doesn't know how to describe his feeling at this time. All kinds of emotions are churning, but he still has some new work to do.
"What shall I do next?" the young man looked at the young man. "I have shown my sincerity."
The young man nodded and seemed to agree very much. "Next, I'll take care of everything. From this moment on, you, your family and your property will be protected and cared for by the Al Shabaab of nagary!"
Not long ago, there were occasional gunshots around, but it soon calmed down.
The riots spread here from other places, and some people also set their eyes on Mr. Simon's house. After all, we probably know who is richer among the foreigners here.
But just as they were about to break into Mr. Simon's house, they saw a body with its head covered on the lawn. Several young people were talking loudly. Maybe a mob sneaked in and killed Mr. Simon.
At the same time, they also told others that Mr. Simon's child, a nagary teenager, would inherit Mr. Simon's estate and wealth, and he was also a member of the nagary al Shabaab.
If you don't want to get into trouble and don't want to get into trouble for your family, you'd better not step into this yard!
In fact, the influence and fame of Al Shabaab in nagary are not enough, but they have guns in their hands. At this time, guns have become the most persuasive thing.
People remember the dead Mr. Simon, the Al Shabaab and the weapons in the hands of Al Shabaab.
They expressed their fear and left here.
Sitting in the living room, facing his mother who didn't look very sad, the young man looked at the sky outside the window in a daze.
He didn't know whether the decision was right or wrong, but at least he was fighting for a chance.
A chance to take control of your destiny.
If the request had been put a few hours ago, the young man would leave the room like a servant even if he didn't want to.But now everything is different. Instead of leaving immediately, he looked at his father, Mr. Simon, "are you going to leave...""I have heard from the housekeeper that you are selling everything here.""Factories, shops, warehouses and things in the warehouse, you have laid off all the workers, including the house under our feet, are also in your sales plan!" the young man's voice was not so loud, but it sounded like a thunder in Mr. Simon's heart.These things he did were exposed, and he was a little panicked, "no, that's not true!"For the first time, the boy didn't lower his head and keep silent, but looked directly at the man who was a little frightened in his interrogation. He felt that the man was not as powerful as he thought."In fact, you are ready to leave. As long as someone can take over these assets, you will leave here. You don't even plan to leave with me and my mother. You plan to leave us here and leave us nothing!"He had guessed the most real situation, but Mr. Simon's mood stabilized. In this familiar relationship, he quickly found his place."These are not things you should know, understand? I repeat, now I ask you to leave here immediately!" he pointed to the door, and the dignity of his father and the ruler of the family began to diffuse again.The boy began to feel the changes in his heart like the process from disappointment to despair he had experienced countless times. Bit by bit, he felt that he had been swallowed up by the darkness.His expression was a little painful and wanted to squeeze out some smiles, but these smiles were not very good-looking. "We can leave and go together. The three of us can go anywhere, to the country you came to or the country you haven't been to. We are a family and should live together...""Tell me you're going to take us..."He shouted loudly, but Mr. Simon was always silent. He closed his mouth and his lips lost their blood color, just like his current mood, pale and nervous.He always refused to admit that the skin color was heavier. People like his mother were his own children. At the same time, he also knew that this was a fact, but he was unwilling to admit it.The longer he stayed here, the more he missed his cheating wife and his close son. The word "father" was used only when he wrote for money. The mother and son here were just props, vases and bastards for him to integrate into the local society.The strange look with a trace of unhappiness and hatred made the teenager completely desperate. He didn't leave the room, but went to the sofa and sat down. He grabbed his hair with both hands and fell into a kind of mania."Why, if you don't like me and your mother, why marry her and give birth to me?" he questioned Mr. Simon.He had such a guess before, but he always told himself that it was all his wishful thinking. How could anyone not love their children.He even found some excuses for Mr. Simon. For example, he expressed his love in different ways. For example, he was actually paying attention to himself secretlyHe tried to deceive himself into believing that the lies he made up were the truth of the world, but it seemed that he had failed.Mr. Simon seemed to see it at this moment, and his voice was indifferent, "because if I didn't have a son like you, some locals wouldn't want to do business with me.""I know what they think. They think you will become my successor and inherit everything from me. They think you are also a nagary..." Mr. Simon paused. He seemed to think of something, but his mood gave him no chance to think carefully, "you are indeed a nagary!"A strange smile appeared on his face, "and I, I'm not from nagary, and my son shouldn't be from nagary.""You're right. I didn't fucking treat you as my child from the beginning, and I didn't plan to take you away. I can't stand you. Now that your use value is gone, I won't take you away!""Well, I've told you all you want to know. Are you satisfied now? Are you satisfied with this answer?""If you are satisfied, get out of my room. I'm angry when I see you now!"The young man slowly raised his head in tears. Sometimes the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably. Coupled with those tears and some snot, he didn't look very good to be honest."So you've never loved me, have you?" he asked. That's the last question.Mr. Simon hesitated a little, then shook his head. "Never.""I always thought you didn't like me because I didn't do well enough, even if I knew I was lying to myself.""You refused the last chance, please allow me... Call you Papa..."Papa is a kind name for father in the localization of nagariel. The names of father and mother are too written. In real life, few people speak like this. In addition to the family environment and the education they receive, most of the time, people still use such a more humane name to call their parents.In Mr. Simon's consternation, the young man grabbed the shotgun on the sofa and raised it. Mr. Simon's expression was strange and even a little disappointed."You won't shoot, and you don't dare to do that. I'll leave you and your mother some money to make your life good. Now stop saying those unpleasant words, then put down the gun and get out of my room..."Boom!The whole world seemed to be occupied by this huge sound. Mr. Simon looked at the fire in front of him. He thought of when he first came here.Preston is an excellent hunter and likes hunting very much. At that time, Mr. Simon had no choice but to come to him. Fortunately, he had successful experience in the past, which made him have some contacts in his own country.Preston takes a fancy to Mr. Simon. He is not a garbage collector. He carries everything in his pocket. He only wants those valuable people to serve him.In order to please Preston, Mr. Simon sent some good shotguns to Preston.These shotguns may not play a good role in the front battlefield, but they do well in hunting.With larger caliber, faster bore speed and more terrible tearing force, he remembered that the manufacturer of this shotgun was very proud to tell him when delivering these shotguns that even if he faced a crazy elephant, he didn't need to panic.Just fork your feet a little from front to back, stabilize the center of gravity of your body, then put the butt of your gun on your shoulder socket, aim at the elephant's head and pull the trigger.After the bang, the crazy elephant will fall to the ground like a doll and can no longer threaten anything.He fell back, slowly. He saw the blood beads falling slowly in the air. The blood was not as bright red as people thought, but a little dark.He saw some bone fragments and was surprised to see another eye. The nerve of that eye connected with a muscle was flying slowly in the air. He could even see infinite fear and his own reflection from that eye.A poor bastard without half his head!With a bang, Mr. Simon lay on the ground, his body convulsed subconsciously, and stopped after only a few convulsions, and blood gushed out of his head.The young man overturned by the huge recoil stood up again, the door of the room was knocked open, the housekeeper and the young man rushed in, and they saw Mr. Simon on the ground at a glance.Compared with the surprised expression on the young face, the housekeeper pulled out the cushion cloth on the tea table with a heavy expression and covered Mr. Simon's missing half head.The blood soon dyed the white pad red. The young man wiped the tears off his face. He looked at Mr. Simon lying on the ground who had lost his vital signs. His heart was very complex.He once thought it was a mountain he couldn't cross. At this moment, human life collapsed in front of him. It's really fragile.He doesn't know how to describe his feeling at this time. All kinds of emotions are churning, but he still has some new work to do."What shall I do next?" the young man looked at the young man. "I have shown my sincerity."The young man nodded and seemed to agree very much. "Next, I'll take care of everything. From this moment on, you, your family and your property will be protected and cared for by the Al Shabaab of nagary!"Not long ago, there were occasional gunshots around, but it soon calmed down.The riots spread here from other places, and some people also set their eyes on Mr. Simon's house. After all, we probably know who is richer among the foreigners here.But just as they were about to break into Mr. Simon's house, they saw a body with its head covered on the lawn. Several young people were talking loudly. Maybe a mob sneaked in and killed Mr. Simon.At the same time, they also told others that Mr. Simon's child, a nagary teenager, would inherit Mr. Simon's estate and wealth, and he was also a member of the nagary al Shabaab.If you don't want to get into trouble and don't want to get into trouble for your family, you'd better not step into this yard!In fact, the influence and fame of Al Shabaab in nagary are not enough, but they have guns in their hands. At this time, guns have become the most persuasive thing.People remember the dead Mr. Simon, the Al Shabaab and the weapons in the hands of Al Shabaab.They expressed their fear and left here.Sitting in the living room, facing his mother who didn't look very sad, the young man looked at the sky outside the window in a daze.He didn't know whether the decision was right or wrong, but at least he was fighting for a chance.A chance to take control of your destiny.
