Dharmaraja pushed open the office door and saw the secretary, who was shouting for pancakes, standing by the desk and looking at him in surprise.
"Why are you here?" Dharmaraja was stunned.
"Have you finished eating?" The secretary greeted him with a smile and showed the staff card in her hand. "You left in a hurry and left your staff card in the room. I thought you might have to work overtime later, so I brought it to you."
"I was just about to text you." Her smile was as gentle as ever. After that, she showed a coquettish and complaining expression. "Why haven't you gone to buy pancakes? Do you want to starve me and the baby?"
Dharmaraja scratched his head. "It's not easy to find pancakes. I don't usually eat them, so I won't be back for a while. Do you want to go to the restaurant to eat something to fill your stomach? "
He showed concern, sincere and nervous. "It's not good if the baby is hungry."
The secretary instinctively avoided his eyes, slightly tilted her head, and quickly turned back. She got rid of all emotions and pretended to be angry. "It's okay if I'm hungry? I don't care about him all day. I want to eat pancakes. Go and buy it for me. If you can't buy it, don't come back. "
Pregnant women are so unreasonable, Dharmaraja muttered in his heart.
Finally, he gave her the opportunity to turn the serf into the master. Usually at work, he was her boss, and what she had to do was to be obedient, unconditionally. In life, most of the time, it was Dharmaraja who had the final say.
Finally, when she was pregnant, she began to be arrogant, bossing him around, and wantonly losing her temper. However, he couldn't do anything about it.
"I'll go buy it now." Dharmaraja smiled. He didn't resent her occasional arrogance and unreasonable. Instead, he felt it was a little sweet.
After leaving his master and coming to Bosch, he was alone. The appearance of this woman, her approach, and her courtship were like the gurgling spring water, moistening his dry heart and giving him a harbor like home.
Soon, this harbor would be completed before the birth of the child.
He was about to leave the office. When he turned around, he saw the indicator light of the computer mainframe from the corner of his eye. The computer screen was black, but the mainframe was turned on.
Didn't I turn off the computer?
Dharmaraja turned back and stepped forward. "I don't think I've turned off my computer?"
His gaze swept past the computer and habitually glanced at the safe behind the desk. His pupils suddenly shrank. The door of the safe was half-closed and was not locked.
Dharmaraja was about to say something when something cold and hard was pressed against his back.
The next moment, the sound of gunfire rang out. The bullet tore through his muscles, tore through his heart, and penetrated his chest, embedding itself into the wall.
Lightning Dharmaraja's body trembled as if it was spasming. Then, it withered and lost the strength to stand.
The female secretary behind him opened her arms and hugged him, tears streaming down her face. "Why did you come back?"
Lightning Dharmaraja's pupils and the whites of his eyes turned into blazing bolts of lightning. The life force of a high-ranking employee gave him the strength to retaliate in the face of death, but the female secretary easily dispersed his Qi. The lightning slowly stopped and disappeared.
"There's a suppressant in the gun. Resistance will only hasten your death," the secretary said softly. "I don't want you to die yet, not before I finish."
The blood drained from Lightning Dharmaraja's rugged face as he asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"
"My identity is real, my name is also real, including my feelings for you." The secretary put her chin on his shoulder and put her hands around his waist. "There are only two things I've hidden from you: I'm not an orphan; I'm a member of the board."
"I'm an intelligence agent trained by the board. I entered Bosch through the most formal channel. Since I was a small employee, my mission has been determined, and that is to get close to you."
"The board asked me to gain your trust, unreservedly. I know they want me to seduce you. "
"It's been hard on you!" Dharmaraja's voice was hoarse, and there was blood in his throat.
"At first, I didn't want to." The secretary pressed her face against his, her eyes gentle. "But later, I realized that your heart is different from your rough appearance. It's delicate, gentle, considerate, mature, steady, serious, and wise."
"I kept looking for your good points, trying to convince myself that it's not hard to give in to such a man. Gradually, I began to like you."
"This is not a lie to comfort you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have gotten pregnant. There was a period of time when I was in pain. I knew that we would not have a future. Either you kill me, or I kill you. But I didn't want you to die. So I decided to give birth to a child for you. He is the continuation of your life. In the future, he will accompany me in your place. "
"When I woke up this morning, my eyelids kept twitching. I was restless. I had a hunch that something bad was going to happen. Sure enough, I received an order from the board at noon to prepare for action. "
"Board?" Dharmaraja swallowed hard to make his voice clearer. He resisted the fatigue and dizziness. "It's someone in the board, right? I'm about to die, and you're still so tight-lipped?"
"Who's in the board? I can roughly guess. It's none other than the few with the most power. Director Wang and Director Yang. The former is the big boss's wife, so it's most likely Director Yang. It's probably the few led by him. "
"Among the rulers, only Dorgon can deploy subordinates at this level. Heh, what's your purpose?"
"Dear, why don't you tell me first. Why is that video kept in your safe?" Seeing that he didn't speak, the secretary sighed. "Forget it. In a few minutes, it will be transferred out of your computer, and my task will be completed."
"Actually, I don't think this video is worth exposing myself," she said.
Dharmaraja opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything. His consciousness was getting heavier and heavier, and his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't keep them open.
Sensing that his life was slipping away and that he was about to reach the end, the secretary's calmness and decisiveness disappeared. "Why did you come back? I sent you away to buy pancakes because I wanted to save your life."
"But why did you come back?"
Her tears kept rolling down, and her whole face was covered in tear stains.
The secretary choked. "If you had a little bit of selfishness, I wouldn't have gone to the extreme today. But I know that you can't betray Qin Ze. What does he have that's worth your loyalty? "
Dharmaraja's eyelids twitched, and something from a few years ago suddenly flashed through his mind.
The outside world said that Dharmaraja was a late bloomer. After he entered Bosch, not only did his cultivation advance by leaps and bounds, but he also became the head of the Bosch headquarters, reaching the peak of his life.
In fact, five years ago, Dharmaraja was a dull disciple in a small sect. Because his talent was average and he didn't know how to speak well, he was abandoned by his master after a few years.
He muddled in the sect for almost ten years, and the disciples who joined later than him all surpassed him in cultivation.
He was unknown in the sect, and sometimes he was teased by his fellow disciples, saying that he only grew taller and didn't improve his cultivation. Because he always read miscellaneous books and didn't like to study Daoism, his master would sometimes use him as a negative example and scold him in front of his fellow disciples.
One day, after he finished sweeping the ground, he sat in front of the temple and read a book. It was a sunny day, and the trees were mottled. He was engrossed in reading until a shadow leaned over, blocking the mottled sunlight.
"Business management? You, a Daoist, are reading business management? "
Dharmaraja looked up and saw a young man with his hands in his pockets, a cigarette in his mouth, standing at the bottom of the stairs and looking at him.
Dharmaraja didn't care. In such a warm season, there were many tourists climbing the mountain to offer incense. This young man should be one of them.
"Who is the best fighter here? I'm here to cause trouble, no, to complete a mission." The young man said.
Dharmaraja suddenly realized that the young man wasn't a tourist, but a Blood Descendant.
He carefully put away the book and flattened the wrinkles on the cover. The young man looked at it in silence.
Dharmaraja led him up the mountain, and the young man followed behind him, with a cigarette in his mouth, humming the lyrics:
That year I was 18, standing like a minion at the Alma Mater Dance
At that time, I swore with tears that everyone must see me
Dharmaraja remembered those lyrics for many years.
The young man left quickly. He was indeed here to cause trouble. Dharmaraja's respected master was KO-ed by the young man in one move. He spat blood and said, "Who are you?"
The young man replied, "You'll know me if you watch more TV."
His master spat blood again and said, "What kind of grudge do you have against me?"
The young man said, "No grudge, I just picked a soft persimmon to complete the mission."
The whole process took less than ten minutes. When he passed by the dumbfounded Dharmaraja, the young man said, "You don't have much talent, but the way you read is like a vegetable that needs to be tied up. I admire you very much. The Blood Descendant world isn't suitable for you. If you want to renounce asceticism, you can come work at my company. "
He even handed him a business card after saying that.
Within a few months, Dharmaraja knew the young man's identity. In these few months, he fought from south to north, punching old people's homes and kicking kindergartens. He rose to fame and became a rising star in the Blood Descendant world.
One day, Dharmaraja mustered up his courage and bid farewell to his master, saying that he wanted to go down the mountain to work.
His master asked him how he could support himself down the mountain.
Dharmaraja took out the business card and received mockery from his fellow apprentices and a supercilious look from his master.
"You actually took an unintentional word as a promise?"
This was what they said.
Dharmaraja was tired of the days of cleaning and cooking. He packed his luggage and left with the little hope in his heart.
His master didn't ask him to stay. After all, it wasn't a loss for a disciple with no talent to leave. He symbolically warned him not to do anything illegal.
His fellow apprentices also came to send him off, saying with a smile, "Yo, Senior Brother Black Stone has gone down the mountain to make a fortune. Don't forget us when you become rich in the future."
There was a burst of laughter.
Dharmaraja carried a snakeskin bag and wore a tattered Taoist robe. He came to the metropolis anxiously. He had spent all his travel expenses. It was too expensive to take a taxi in Shanghai, so he walked from the train station to Bosch. He almost couldn't get into the building.
He took out his well-kept business card and gave it to the security guard. The security guard didn't chase him away and asked him to wait downstairs.
That day, the big boss happened to be in the company. He came down in person and laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "You really came. Come, come, come, let's talk upstairs."
Dharmaraja entered the building cautiously. His legs were a little shaky. He had never been to such a place before and felt very inferior.
Assessment, interview, meal, accommodation arrangements.
Dharmaraja's luck changed. From then on, he rose to the position of the head of the headquarters step by step.
Big Boss often said that a tree can die if moved, and a man can live if moved. The most correct decision was to leave the sect.
Over the years, Dharmaraja often thought that if he hadn't met that young man in the spring season, he might still be doing the cleaning work in the sect.
Standing like a minion.
And what worried him the most and was engraved in his heart was that stupid Taoist wearing a tattered Taoist robe. He didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth and stepped into the high-rise building of the metropolis. That young man came down to greet him personally.
From the beginning to the end, he had no pity, no sympathy, no contempt.
"You treat me as a national hero. How can I repay you?" Dharmaraja closed his eyes and silently spat out words that only he could hear, "I will repay you with my life!"
Keep the land but not the people. Get lost!!!
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