Stupid and Glorious

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was so loud that you could even feel a slight tremor under your feet.

Some people walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked outside. After a brief silence, the street outside erupted with screams from some women.

Ferral held the celebration at a hotel. He doesn't have a large house in Sabine City that can accommodate so many people, nor does he have a large villa or estate. Holding the celebration at his own home would only make him look inadequate.

Ultimately, he chose to hold the celebration at the Sabine Hotel. The hotel manager was very considerate and waived all of Ferral's expenses, and also provided a lot of drinks and all the food needed for the buffet, including a band and two singers, a man and a woman.

The room they chose faced the main intersection outside the hotel, which was also the busiest area. It was only then that people realized someone Jumping off buildings.

This kind of thing is not new. There were even more people Jumping off buildings last year. But Jumping off buildings in front of people still makes these wealthy people feel a kind of unease that they themselves are unwilling to admit.

The woman who whispered "How terrifying!" betrayed herself with the gleam of excitement in her eyes, while the man not far from her tugged at his tie, his gaze fixed on the person Jumping off buildings, his breathing rapid and his pupils slightly dilated—not signs of fear.

Everyone reacted differently. Ferral was also a little curious. He had encountered similar things before, but in the past he was the kind of person who handled the aftermath, minimizing unnecessary impact and getting rid of negative reports. Now, his changed status made him find it somewhat interesting. He stood by the French windows with a wine glass in his hand, looking down at the Jumping off buildings who was still convulsing below.

The man who Jumping off buildings chose a less-than-ideal location Jumping off buildings. The main building of the Sabine Hotel is not tall enough that he would not die instantly upon jumping. The excruciating pain of his body being torn apart would last for at least ten to several tens of seconds, which is far less desirable than choosing other ways to leave this world.

"I know him..." someone suddenly exclaimed, "He ran a company, but it seems to have recently gone bankrupt and gone into liquidation."

The gloating expressions on people's faces quickly turned to sadness. Most of the people here were businessmen, and they had a sense of shared experience, as no one knew when they themselves would choose this path.

This is actually much better than when the Financial Tsunami first hit. Back then, long queues formed on the rooftops of all the high-rise buildings in Bu Peien Jumping off buildings, and you had to wait for someone else to jump before you could jump yourself, otherwise you might not die from the fall.

Someone used a very abstract way of describing the scene that day. "People were like a dinner between God and the devil, slammed to the ground by an invisible force, smashed into a pile of meat patties, and then sprinkled with tomato sauce."

Lin Qi also walked to the French windows, glanced at the corpse on the ground that had stopped twitching, and raised an eyebrow.

"Do you know him?" Ferral asked, sensing that Lin Qi's behavior earlier was a bit off.

Lin Qi shook his head. "No, I just thought of a guy who said he wouldn't sell his factory to me even if he went to hell."

Ferral couldn't help but laugh after hearing this. "How could anyone refuse you? Even someone like me who doesn't do business knows that the best choice is to get rid of what you have as soon as possible while you can."

He and Lin Qi clinked glasses and each took a sip.

"So you're better suited to be a politician than a capitalist," Lin Qi commented seriously after putting down his glass.

There are two types of businesses in this world that are quite reliable.

One type is policy-driven business, which requires people, especially those in high positions.

If you get inside information about what a region or even the whole country will be vigorously developing next, and acquire a large area of high-quality resources with almost no cost, then once the policy is implemented, the value of the resources in your hands will skyrocket.

The second type is using a large amount of talent for a small task. However, describing this method as "using a large amount of talent for a small task" is not entirely accurate. The reason why such companies do not lose money is not because they have any methods to avoid losses, but because they can afford to lose money.

It's like Wo Delike planning to buy a Production Company for his daughter, even if that Production Company doesn't make any movies for decades and loses money every year, it can still survive.

Apart from these two, all businesses are essentially gambling; they are betting on an uncertain future and on whether you can survive until dawn.

Some people succeed, but most fail. There aren't that many miracles in this world. Waiting for the economy to improve is definitely not something that can be achieved in three to five days or three to five months. It may take three to five years, or even longer.

Those who cannot see clearly, like the man before us, will disappear from society forever after tomorrow's newspapers may report on him in the middle edition; no one will remember him.

His wife, his children, and his family will soon recover from their grief after a brief period of mourning.

Lin Qi looked at the corpse and shook his head slightly. Suicide, the stupidest way to end things!

Of course, Lin Qi was unaware that at that very moment, another man was preparing to Jumping off buildings the roof. However, looking at the man lying dead on the ground, he suddenly lost his courage.

His hands gripped his fedora tightly, so tightly that the brim of the fedora was deformed from his grip.

The cold wind was howling on the rooftop. Although it was already January, the temperature had not improved at this time of year; in fact, it was even colder than before.

He suddenly sneezed, perhaps because he had been standing on the rooftop for too long, or perhaps because he had been exposed to the cold wind for too long. The sneeze made him feel a little dizzy.

The instant he closed his eyes and exhaled air from his lungs, he felt a sense of weightlessness, which frightened him so much that he knelt on the ground and dared not move.

After he recovered, he glanced again at his stranger, who had chatted with him for a while but was now being thrown into a body bag like trash, and felt a pang of sadness.

At the same time, he also saw several police officers preparing to go upstairs.

This startled him, and he quickly turned and headed for the stairs. He didn't want to be arrested at this moment; they might think he was the murderer, the one who pushed that idiot down the stairs...

They can't really think that, can they? That would be incredibly stupid.

He quickly got up and headed towards the stairwell. He wanted to leave before the police arrived. The panic on his face was nothing like the imposing manner he had displayed not long ago when he pointed at Lin Qi's nose and cursed, "Go to hell with your greed!"

As he was going downstairs, he happened to run into a policeman going upstairs. The policeman looked him up and down, and he smiled and nodded. Just as the two were about to pass each other and leave in opposite directions, one of the policemen suddenly spoke up.

"Sir, were you on the rooftop just now?"

"The rooftop?" The Old Gentleman turned his head to the side, using an exaggerated expression to hide his unease. "Of course not, why would an old man like me go to such a cold place as the rooftop?"

The policeman glanced at him for a moment, then smiled and nodded. "Did you see any strange people?"

The old man shook his head again. "I've never seen it."

"Alright, I'm sorry to bother you. Goodbye, sir!"

After the old man had walked away, one of the policemen bent down, picked up a small pebble from the ground, and said with a playful expression, "Send someone to follow him. There's some dust on his knees, and a small pebble. If I'm not mistaken, there are definitely many such pebbles on the rooftop..."

The old man was unaware that although he had quickly left the scene, he was still being treated as a key suspect, and he was even less aware that the incompetent police officers at the Sabine City Police Station had been completely dismissed due to a strike.

The police officers on duty now are either recently discharged soldiers who still maintain a decisive style, or experienced Sheriff and detectives. It can only be said that he is really unlucky.

Both Federal and murder charges are felonies. Even if he is truly innocent, the legal procedures he must go through will not be reduced, which means he will have to hire a lawyer, which will be another significant expense...

The gentlemen in the building quickly recovered from the pervasive somber atmosphere; they had gathered there today to celebrate Mayor Ferral's inauguration as mayor of Sabine City, even if it was temporary.

The band began playing again, and the singer began his heartfelt rendition of classical music. Amidst the glitz and glamour, people wore fake smiles, raising their glasses as if everything were still in the "golden age" of just a few years ago!...

Early in the morning, a gaunt worker, carrying a tool bag, bids farewell to his wife and children with a beaming smile. After nearly a year or two, they have finally found new jobs! After screening by the City Hall and the Labor Union, these family members, who needed work more than others, were finally given employment.

These workers have never been so eager to work. In the past, they would have loved to work eight hours a day, and would slack off for the remaining two hours if possible, or pretend to work if they couldn't.

But now, let alone working ten hours a day, even twelve hours, they all think that's what they should do.

Workers lined up at the factory gate to show their work IDs, which included photos and stamps, signifying that they were employees of the factory.

The reason for such inhumane and unfree actions is that some people have been found trying to sneak into the factory to work.

To avoid this situation, these photo ID cards were made and issued to the workers.

Having a work permit was required to work in a factory, which was almost impossible in the past. Work permits were once seen as proof that capitalists enslaved workers.

But now, work permits have become a symbol of honor and glory.

It's realistic, and not ridiculous.