Is This World Really Right?

Wang Yu felt that his popularity had inexplicably improved recently.

People who were strangers to him and had never spoken to him before started coming to visit him at his home.

Some people even approached him claiming to be friends of his parents, offering him words of comfort and concern.

Wang Yu was confused.

He was in so much pain that he was practically dying in his room, and he couldn't see a single one of his so-called neighbors or his parents' friends.

He seemed to understand something, and looked at the visitors with a subtle expression.

If anything was different from before, it was probably that he recognized the One person and was even driven back to the neighborhood by the One person's subordinates.

Although they didn't deliver it directly to the building, it's because most of the houses here are crammed together, and cars can't get in.

One of them stayed behind, making excuses even after everyone else had left.

After everyone else left, he went outside and looked around to make sure no one was nearby before returning to Wang Yu's cramped single dormitory room.

"Wang Yu."

This person was Wang Yu's colleague, also a sewer repairman, earning a meager salary that barely allowed him to make a living.

He was tall and thin, so thin that he looked like a bamboo pole, so people around him called him Skinny.

He winked and made faces at Wang Yu for a while, then patted Wang Yu on the shoulder, acting like they were best buddies.

"You're something else, kid. I never thought you'd hook up with such a big shot."

He shook his head and sighed, his expression full of envy. "That's great. If you could work for the One important person, you'd probably be able to move out of here very soon."

Wang Yu didn't know how to explain, "No, I just met a kind person, and you know I'm not very capable. They probably sent me back after realizing I couldn't do anything."

The skinny man smiled and said, "I understand."

He leaned closer and whispered, "A big shot told me that if you can work for him, hehe, you can name your price."

"Wait, which important person?"

Outsiders may not know, but Wang Yu does. He knows exactly what astonishing things Buxi, that big shot, is doing. Although he doesn't know what kind of work Bush will assign him, he's sure it won't be done openly.

Moreover, the matter is not yet confirmed. Can we be certain that he is working for Buxi simply because he was sent back?

Wang Yu had a vague feeling that the important person he was talking about and the skinny guy were talking about were not the same person.

The skinny guy retorted, "At a time like this, what are you still pretending for?"

The skinny man pulled out a bill. "This is a thousand. You might not earn this much even if you work for a month. That official just gave me this much casually, and said that as long as you do things for him, you can have as much money as you want."

"Skinny, who exactly is that big shot?" Wang Yu sensed something was wrong and quickly pressed for more information.

Seeing his nervous expression, the skinny man was somewhat puzzled, but still said, "And who else is the big shot? Of course, it's from the security bureau."

"Oh, you know about the recent protests, right?"

"It started as a minor skirmish, and the higher-ups probably didn't pay much attention, but they've gone too far, and now those big shots are likely going to step in and settle things."

"I knew all along that going against the higher-ups was doomed to fail, but luckily I was smart and stayed home and didn't get involved."

The skinny man patted Wang Yu on the shoulder. "Why are you thinking so much? This is an opportunity that many people would kill for. Besides, those big shots have so much money, you don't need to worry about them not paying you."

The skinny man was still trying to persuade Wang Yu to agree to that important person's request and work for him.

As the middleman who persuaded Wang Yu, he also gained some exposure in front of those important figures.

Perhaps he was also chosen?

Furthermore, once Wang Yu works for those important figures and makes a lot of money, wouldn't Wang Yu remember the favor he received from the person who gave him the advice?

Thinking of this, the skinny man persuaded him even more enthusiastically.

But he didn't notice that Wang Yu's face was getting paler and paler.

The authorities have contacted him. Why?

When he wanted to work for that Lord Buxi, would the officials representing the lord's faction suddenly approach him?

Although Wang Yu was illiterate, he wasn't stupid. He knew that he himself had no value; the only thing those people valued about him was that he knew that important person.

The important figure in question was someone who had instigated the protests to fight for the rights of ordinary people, and whose actions genuinely threatened the interests of the city lord.

At this time, the city lord sent someone to find him.

That's already made it clear.

They knew he had connections with the leader of the new force, so Wang Yu either had to obediently follow the city lord's orders and become a spy to infiltrate the new force.

Or one day, they'll die in some corner.

Wang Yu immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Should we contact the One person now and tell him he's being watched?

No, someone is definitely watching him right now, and he didn't get the One person's contact information.

Wang Yu glanced at the skinny man.

The skinny guy never even considered the possibility of being rejected; he was already envisioning a wonderful future for the two of them.

Wang Yu said a few casual words to appease the skinny man, saying that he was still sick and would talk to him after he recovered, while also saying that he was tired and wanted to rest.

As the skinny man left, he reminded him, "You need to make a decision quickly. After all, those important figures are extremely busy and don't have much time to wait for you."

That's even more Terror.

Wang Yu felt as if he were standing on the piano strings at the edge of a cliff, and one wrong step would send him tumbling off the cliff to his death.

After seeing the person off and closing the door, Wang Yu felt like he had been pulled out of the water, covered in sweat from being so frightened.

Strangely, however, he showed no intention whatsoever of joining the city lord's faction or working for them.

Clearly, the city lord is the true master of this city.

Serving the city lord is simply a matter of course.

Why?

Because of this bag of medicine he could never afford in his entire life?

What was it about those words he overheard in the room—words he didn't quite understand, but which inexplicably stirred his emotions?

Wang Yu suddenly sat down on the floor, burying his face in his hands. "Perhaps, I just want to live as a human being?"

He had seen many people who, unable to afford medicine, could only stay at home, enduring the pain and dying.

Or even more people who endured illness and pain to work in the scorching heat outside, only to die there and never return.

Is this world really right?

He thought about it a lot, a lot.

But Wang Yu's eyes grew brighter and brighter, igniting an inextinguishable flame.

Is he afraid of death?

Afraid.

Everyone is afraid, but they will still die, either from illness or from their work.