Shi Qinghai told the freckled nurse that he was suffering from DVT, a disease called deep vein blood test that was not fatal. The most obvious sign was that the lips would turn purple, so she was fooled. She didn't know that the purple color meant that the poison was slowly but surely invading someone's circulatory system.
Purple was a very strange color. Scientists had already found out that the color of food that was the most unacceptable to human beings was purple. However, experts on gender had also found out that the most acceptable color for a man's lipstick was purple.
This meant that women were very willing to taste the purple lipstick on a man's lips, but they were not willing to eat purple food. What was the difference? Was it because the purple color on a man's lips represented flirtatiousness and beauty that transcended gender?
Excellent and proud men, especially those who dared to wear purple lipstick, usually didn't care about the things that most people cared about. They cared more about how they looked when they were alive, and they chose to show off in an arrogant way.
Just like Shi Qinghai today, his handsome face became more and more charming because of his weight loss. His eyes were as deep as the stars when contrasted with his purple lips. In the middle of the night in the hospital room, listening to the sound of the dialysis machine and the centrifugal pump, he held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the two moons outside the window with disdain in his eyes. He cursed with arrogance, "Die? Die! Die! "
Although telling people to die was a very cool way to express their feelings, life and death were still the most difficult problems in the world.
It was very difficult for people to face death without fear. It was not difficult to sacrifice for justice. No matter how stupid an old man was, when he was young, he could scream and throw his head away. However, it was very difficult to face death calmly. Only the most determined believers or revolutionaries could do it.
Therefore, when Cao Qiu Dao died, he was very calm. He had calmly arranged his funeral in the dirty water bubbles of the dishwashing basin a long time ago. Then he died quietly, and only a few people knew where his grave was.
Although Shi Qinghai was unorganized, undisciplined, and heartless to the opposite sex, which made him seem like a bastard, his revolutionary will was unquestionable. Especially this kind of will was a conscious will that he had never wavered after many years of careful and calm consideration.
He would try everything to survive. He would never surrender to life in advance. Only when he was sure that he couldn't survive, then he would consider how to die and how to make his death worthwhile.
During this process, he was very calm, really calm, so he was very elegant.
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A personal computer with a small screen with a pink bear pendant, whether in terms of appearance or performance, could not be used as a workbench for an excellent agent.
Shi Qinghai didn't have any objections. He held Huang Li's laptop and watched the latest episode of "The Biggest Party in Politics" with great interest. Then, he endured the slow data flow and waited for the commercial satellite map to open. He carefully marked the operation details on the electronic map with a resolution of about half a meter.
He drew up a plan very seriously, just like the infusion equipment and dialysis equipment in this small room were performing the protein decompression procedure very seriously. This treatment would take at least three days.
Early in the morning, a beautiful ray of light shone through the branches of the spring trees. It then blissfully penetrated the small window and fell on Shi Qinghai's face, waking him up from his contemplation.
After a busy night, his face was a little pale, and the purple on his lips was a little deeper, which made his eyes and brows look especially charming and beautiful.
Shi Qinghai took out the communication chip from his belt buckle and skillfully inserted it into the clumsy Shang Xianli phone that he bought with 180 yuan. He dialed a private number. He rarely called this number, so even Xu Le didn't know it.
"Hello, this is the VIP Department of the Sanlin United Bank. Dear VIP annual membership, it is a great honor to receive your call. Because your number is not registered, please report your card number and 18-digit spiral password."
A female staff member's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone.
Shi Qinghai reported his card number and password. After the account was approved, he continued, "Inform the legal department to come online. I need a lawyer to be an online witness."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
After about a minute, the voice on the other end of the phone said that everything was ready. Shi Qinghai took out a cigarette from the bedside and lit it. He squinted his eyes and said, "What's the status of the assets under the account now?"
"Mr. Gong, according to the investment plan you made seven years ago, the funds in the confidential account were divided into three parts. They were used to buy the S2 Huanshan Four Prefectures Peace and Reconstruction Bonds, the shares of the Shell Motor Company's Military Mecha Branch, and … the shares of the Federation's Crystal Mining Consortium."
The lawyer and financial analyst on the other end of the phone had seen many strange requests, but when they saw the investment record of the confidential account for seven years, their voice couldn't help but tremble.
During the seven years, many major events happened in the Federation. The Green Dragon Mountain Anti-government Army and the Federation Government reconciled, the Shell Motor Company successfully developed the MX Mecha, and the Federal forces successfully entered the Empire's hinterland and occupied the X3 Galaxy, which was rich in crystal mines.
The problem was that seven years ago, the Anti-government Army and the Government Army were in a bloody battle. The Shell Motor Company Engineering Dept.'s new mecha plan was on the shelf. Especially the Crystal Mining Consortium, because of the lack of crystal mines in the Federation, it was almost unable to support the salaries of six million employees and was on the verge of bankruptcy …
Who could have predicted the occurrence of these three major events seven years ago and bought the bonds and stocks of the stakeholders without hesitation? This was no longer a problem of investment vision, but more like a miraculous prediction of fate!
The owner of this secret account magically grasped the general trend of the political and economic situation in the Federation, and obtained an incredible return on investment. Based on the calculation of the account data, this account was without a doubt the strongest investor in the Federation in the past seven years.
So much so that the financial analyst of the Sanlin United Bank on the other end of the phone was shocked and couldn't help but break the professional rules and sincerely invite him to the headquarters of the Sanlin United Bank for a chat. He expressed his strong desire to invite him to the headquarters of the Sanlin United Bank.
On the other end of the phone, Shi Qinghai didn't have any emotional changes. He knew that he could become the best fund manager, the best doctor, or the best lawyer in the Federation, but what was the point? Those things couldn't change anything.
"Liquidate all the assets," he said to the phone. "Then use all of them to buy the benchmark stocks of your bank, and help me make a trust plan."
"Yes, Mr. Gong." The lawyer on the other end of the phone asked, "Who is the beneficiary of the trust plan?"
"His name is Zou Liuhuo, and his citizen number is …" Shi Qinghai lit another cigarette and slowly reported the number. Then, according to the requirements of the bank, he went through the troublesome data verification.
After hanging up the phone, Shi Qinghai began to stare blankly. The liquid medicine slowly and silently dripped into his veins, and the light of dawn slowly and silently moistened his purple lips. He was recalling his life, and increasingly felt that he owed a lot of people and women.
So he picked up the phone and began to dial phone numbers one by one.
The owners of these phone numbers were scattered all over the Federation, and there was even one who was far away in the Sunset State in the West Woods. Without exception, they were all women with different styles, and they had all had a one-night stand with him. The amazing thing was that after so many years, he had never forgotten these phone numbers. His memory was really amazing.
On the other end of the phone, some were busy, some were empty, and some were forcefully hung up when Shi Qinghai introduced himself and gently talked about a snowy night in a hotel. He tried to help the woman recall the beautiful memories, as if the woman was running away from a demon in a panic.
However, most of the women on the other end of the phone were pleasantly surprised by Shi Qinghai's call. The young girls screamed, and the mature women asked when they would meet again in a low and seductive voice. They could not hide their excitement, and two women even fainted in their bedrooms due to excitement.
Shi Qinghai didn't call Zou Yu, but the last call of this round was to the beautiful girl who had accompanied him to explore the beautiful beaches of the island.
"Meow, this is Gongzi Shi. You … are you okay now?"
The other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and then the girl's hesitant voice sounded. "You … are you Lao Gong?"
Mr. Shi, who had a wicked sense of shame, held the phone tightly. Some time ago, he had told Xu Le that he had been accompanied by so many women in his life, but now that he thought about it carefully, he couldn't forget her on the beach in Nanke. Why was that?
It was probably because at that time, he thought that he could really relax and even live a normal life. And that beach was really too beautiful.
The so-called right person was the one he met at the right place at the right time.
"It's me." Shi Qinghai gently rubbed his lips with the pad of his index finger, but he couldn't make the purple color fade. "I haven't seen you in a long time, so I'm calling to ask how you're doing. Are you still a teacher?"
The girl on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and then answered in a low voice like a well-behaved kitten, "Yes, yes … I'm still a teacher at Wangdu No. 17 Primary School. How about you? Are you okay? What are you doing now? "
"You're in Wangdu?" Shi Qinghai's brows furrowed slightly. Thinking about that place that was not far away, he subconsciously looked out the window.
He didn't ask this girl called Meow Meow why she still kept her old phone number after so long, because he was afraid of hearing an overly sentimental answer.
"I'm fine. I'm just calling to see how you're doing, and then … thank you for bringing me that beautiful time in my life. Goodbye."
After saying this, which he repeated seriously to every girl, Shi Qinghai hung up the phone without hesitation. His light purple lips were tightly pressed together.
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(The last part of the previous chapter changed Huang Li to Wu Li, but it has been changed. Sorry.
When writing this chapter, I was reminded of an old article written on the first of April 2003, "The Man with Purple Lipstick." Because of scientific reasons, the title of the chapter was not Sick Hall, but this.
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