The Yangcheng Welfare Institute was located outside the core city area. It was originally a suburban county, but in recent years, it had become a city, and there were many high-rise buildings.
Moreover, starting from ten years ago, the Guangzhou Chamber of Commerce had taken the lead in funding the Yang Cheng Welfare Institute. It was far from being a pure charity.
The Yang Cheng Chamber of Commerce had given financial aid to the Yang Cheng Welfare Institute and raised funds. Among them, the upper echelons of the Yang Cheng Chamber of Commerce had obtained the political recognition of the Yang Cheng government.
This recognition gave the president and vice president of the Chamber of Commerce generous resources, political status, and public prestige…
In addition.
In the Chamber of Commerce, the companies and enterprises that provided financial aid to the welfare institute would also receive tax deductions and greater profits.
However, at this moment.
The Yang City Chamber of Commerce wanted to take back its pity with a lofty gaze?
……
On the bus, in a corner.
Ye Yuan clutched his head with his hand, furious in his heart.
He recalled many scenes of his childhood in the orphanage.
At the annual thank-you meeting, the white-haired hospital director's grandmother and the aunties all had fawning and hopeful expressions on their faces…
Those glamorous 'philanthropists' with hypocritical smiles…They looked at the reporters with compassion…
However, when he turned around, his face turned cold.
This kind of change also once made the young and tender Ye Yuan astonished, confused, and terrified.
……
The final stop, they were about to arrive.
At this moment.
There weren't many passengers in the carriage. At the back door, in front of the first seat, was a middle-aged man in gray who was holding a long black umbrella.
Ye Yuan's line of sight seemed to size him up by chance. Following that, he looked out from the window.
He could already see the building of the welfare institute…
Ye Yuan's expression was rather moved, his emotions becoming complicated.
He felt guilty towards this welfare institute…
During his high school days, he was very unwilling to return to this place until he graduated from university!
He carefully guarded his fragile self-esteem. He did not want any of his classmates or friends to know that he had walked out from here…
It was only when his work was on the right track that his heart gradually became stronger and more mature!
Ye Yuan started to make up for it desperately...
……
When the bus stopped, it was directly facing the main entrance of the Yangcheng City Social Welfare Institute.
The middle-aged man walked down.
However, he did not leave immediately.
Instead, he turned around at the side of the platform and looked at the opposite side of the station.
……
Ye Yuan sat behind the carriage.
He only got up after all the passengers had gotten off the bus.
As he walked through the carriage, his gaze swept past every step.
He stood in front of the car door.
He took a step forward, his right foot hanging in the air.
His footsteps stretched out of the car…
Leaning his head forward…
The inertia of his entire body was the tendency to step towards that platform…
But in the next second.
But Ye Yuan's footsteps suddenly retracted again, his body standing in front of the bus door once more.
Puff!
A dull explosion sounded!
The curb in front of the platform was hit by a bullet from a small-caliber sniper rifle. A hole was created and the bullet drilled into the asphalt road.
……
Without hesitation, Ye Yuan took a step forward.
He raised his head and looked at the mirror on the opposite building that reflected the sunlight.
Following the steps, he took a step back.
He was expressionless.
He walked past the middle-aged man in gray…
The middle-aged man's palm was holding the handle of the black fan without leaving a trace…
Ye Yuan had his back facing him.
His expression was ruthless. Suddenly, a short knife that flickered with a cold light was pulled out rapidly!
The sharp short knife pierced through the air, stabbing towards Ye Yuan's back where his heart was without a trace of hesitation.
……
'November 24th, 2020, 10:23:39 a.m., you walked down from the bus stop. You avoided the bullet that was shot at you…'
" On the same day, at 10:24:18 AM, you brushed past a middle-aged man in gray who was 1.76 meters tall. At this moment, he pulled out a short knife from the handle of a black umbrella that could pierce your heart.'
'On the same day, at 10:24:31 a. m., your body turned to the left with your back facing the middle-aged man. You stretched out your right palm and firmly grabbed his shoulder…Your left hand conveniently grabbed the back of the middle-aged man's palm that was holding the short knife…'
'On the same day, 10:24:54 AM…'
'On the same day, at 10:25:11 a. m., you left the station…'
……
The 'steps' in the path carved each action that Ye Yuan should make one by one.
Without any hesitation.
He turned sideways.
He reached out his right palm and grabbed the middle-aged man's shoulder.
Taking advantage of the situation, he extended his left hand and placed it on the back of the middle-aged man's palm that was holding the short knife…
Ye Yuan's expression was calm, expressionless.
There was a loud bang.
The middle-aged man's wrist was broken…
The sharp blade pierced into the middle-aged man's body…
Blood stained his clothes.
……
Ye Yuan let go of the middle-aged man, fished out a tissue from his pocket, wiped his hands that were stained with some blood, and strode out of the platform.
At this moment.
On the opposite rooftop, the gunner, who had missed his first shot, had quickly moved to the next position.
Ye Yuan walked towards the welfare institute.
In front of the sentry box.
Uncle Wu, who was already in his sixties, was smoking a pipe with a frown on his face.
In front of the platform.
The middle-aged man in gray was carried into a van.
Both sides were very restrained. Everything they did was to limit all the effects to the smallest range.
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The author wanted to make this book longer, because after adding the world view in the shadows, I found this world view very interesting.
His current goal was to write at least a million words…If the results could support the author to write this number…
After all, authors had to eat too.
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