Chapter 1047: The Prodigal Son and the Strongest Clone
âAre you afraid?â Zhang Heng asked.
âIt would be a lie to say that Iâm not,â Qiu Ming said with a wry smile. âAt first, I thought that this matter could be resolved peacefully. If it had been someone else, I would have had the confidence to convince the other party not to kill me afterward. But with you, I donât have any confidence at all. Previously, due to work, I did some research on you, and I came to the conclusion that I couldnât see through you at all.â
Qiu Ming paused for a moment before continuing, âNo wonder you didnât react much when I told you the truth about New Shanghai 0297. Did you already know about this? âSpeaking of which, how did you get into New Shanghai 0297? What is your purpose? No, forget it⊠donât tell me. I want to live longer.â
âI promised you that if you cooperate, I wonât kill you,â Zhang Heng said calmly.
Qiu Ming didnât say anything. He took two more puffs of his cigarette. From the look on his face, he obviously didnât believe Zhang Hengâs promise. Thus, he had been weighing his options.
After about five minutes, Qiu Ming seemed to have made up his mind. âAre you working for Mr. G now?â he asked again.
âYes?â
âMr. G and I have known each other for a long time. When he was still in the emergency response team and was known as the strongest clone among them, I gave him a USB drive with a movie in it.â
âSymbolic exchange and death?â
âYou know about the movie,â Qiu Ming said. âI was born in a rather famous family. One of my uncles was a board director of Shengtangâs Morgan, and he didnât have many material worries since young. In addition, Iâm not the successor of the familyâs main force, so I donât have that much competitive pressure. Therefore, although Iâve received a lot of memory coding, most of it was skills, and I didnât do too much in terms of character. This also allowed me to keep some bad habits unique to young people.
âAt that time, I had just come to work in new Shanghai 0297. My job was to supervise my brachâs regular operations, especially the day-to-day running of the place, reporting to the board of directors, and so on. In fact, the management of the department would also write to the headquarters on a regular basis, so this was just an idle job to dismiss a young, ignorant and incompetent man like me. The power was not big or small, but it was easy enough.
âIn the beginning, everything here was very new to me, especially when I saw so many people having to sign contracts with the company in order to survive. They then have to play a role in the city, living another identity without knowing anything. It was quite interesting. In fact, compared to the lifeless world outside where everyone was exactly the same, this place is more like a real, breathing world. What do you think? Doesnât that sound a bit ironic?
â⊠it seems a bit far-fetched to say that it will be the New Shanghai 0297. Everyone here believes that one can not choose oneâs birth, but hard work can change oneâs fate. However, in reality, everyoneâs birth has been artificially chosen. Whether you become a beggar on the first floor or a senior executive on the third or fourth floor might have just been a slip of the staffâs mind.
âFor those who find it really hard to choose, we might as well roll the dice and make that decision for them. Even if itâs a role that has already been assigned, I can use the power in my hands to change it. Once, out of mischievousness, I threw a beautiful girl who was supposed to be sent to an entertainment company to be the wife of a 300-pound butcher. I have to admit that doing so gave me a strong sense of satisfaction. I was like a god, able to manipulate the lives of others at will.
âBut no matter how good a game is, a time will come when I will get bored. And as time goes on, I get less and less pleasure from playing games manipulating someoneâs fate. At the same time, I get a lot of resentment from some of my branch managers because Iâm always messing around. I didnât take it to heart, though, because I was craving new thrills at the time.
âIn the end, I shifted my attention to Mr. G. At that time, he didnât go by that name. He was the captain of the emergency response team and was deeply convinced that he was a clone. Therefore, he didnât dare to betray the person who gave them the task because the emergency response team had been treated quite well. In order to allow the team to learn and grow, they wouldnât erase their memories on a regular basis. Therefore, I watched Mr. G work hard for Shengtang Morgan, wiping his ass everywhere for such small benefits. If there were specific situations that were more dangerous and difficult to deal with, the companyâs people would throw these at him and let him solve the troubles.
âI thought he was cute and stupid, like a dog, and gave him the USB drive on his birthday. To be honest, now that I think about it, I donât know why I did it. It was probably just for fun. Baudrillardâs theory has been banned by the federation. His books and movies have been destroyed. I found the movie on the USB drive from my familyâs collection. I didnât expect Mr. G to see so many things from this movie.
âIn short, because of me, he became suspicious of his own identity. He finally managed to reach the fifth floor, killing his way up here. This is the first time since New Shanghai 0297âs establishment that an outsider has entered this place, an incident which resulted in the death of more than 60 employees in the base. If you are familiar with the style those guys above work, you should know that no matter what, they will find a scapegoat as quickly as they can, then push all the responsibility onto that person.
âUnfortunately, it was my turn to play this role. I gave Mr. G the flash drive, which ultimately led to this disaster. The board of directors considered this an extremely frivolous and irresponsible act. My uncle was very disappointed in me and announced on behalf of the family that he would sever all ties with me. My status as a special agent was also revoked, and I became the most ordinary employee. However, the irony was that the culprit who caused all of this, Mr. G, had a good attitude after his arrest, and the board of directors happened to need someone to help them manage the hierarchy and reduce costs. Therefore, in the end, he actually changed his status and was directly incorporated into the management department.
âAfter that, he went to the first floor alone. I didnât expect that within a few years, everyone would know his name there. After a few years, people began to call him the underground emperor of the first floor. He brought a special order to the first floor, and the management was very satisfied with his performance.â
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