madnovel Chapter 153 Life Has No Eternal Darkness
Chapter 153 Life Has No Eternal Darkness
Chapter 153 Life Has No Eternal Darkness
Seeing Yuji's behavior, Chen Shunchen couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Even though Maijo Kyosuke didn't specify the last paragraph beforehand.
Chen Shunchen could also see that Yu Er's dissemination of false information was bound to violate the rules of the stock market!
With mixed feelings of worry for Yuji and hatred for his character, Chen Shunchen once again entered the story of "The Plunge".
He wanted to see how Yuuji's life had gotten to where it was now, and what his future held.
A torrential downpour began that day.
Therefore, there are more orders being delivered than usual.
But the rain was so heavy that the raincoat was practically useless.
By the time I finished delivering lunch and returned to the company, my lower body was completely soaked.
As a result, the man appeared in front of me as soon as I opened the door.
He is "Stock Market Gatekeeper" Sen.
"You must be Mr. Yuji?"
I glared at him, annoyed. "Why pretend you don't know the answer?"
Ignoring my disgusted look, Mori, the "story gatekeeper," smiled and said, "I'm here on an important mission."
"It's about punishing those who don't follow stock market rules and have ulterior motives."
I couldn't be bothered to reply.
Unexpectedly, that deathly pale, ghost-like face suddenly leaned close to me: "Hey, Mr. Yuji, I heard some news. You're going back to Anxin Bank?"
"When exactly?"
I snorted and waved my hand: "I will go back someday. I won't stay here my whole life."
"Stock Market Gatekeeper" Mori said with a smile, "You and your close friend Hashimoto said something like, 'I'll be going back to the bank soon,' on [date], right?"
"However, I asked the HR department at Anxin Bank, and they don't seem to have any plans to let you go back."
"But you told Hashimoto that you would be going back soon, so you hoped that he would not sever your friendship with you."
"Is that true?"
I don't know how "stock market gatekeeper" Mori knew about this, nor do I know what he wanted to say, so I can only answer: "I might have said that."
Upon hearing my words, Mori, the "stock market gatekeeper," revealed a cruel smile: "Mr. Yuji, your purpose in doing this is to manipulate your personal stock price," deliberately spreading false information, isn't it?
"Stock Market Gatekeeper" Mori produced a summons and placed it in front of me: "Mr. Yuji, you are suspected of violating the Securities and Exchange Act by spreading rumors. Please come with us!"
As a result, I was imprisoned again.
Even though I denied that I had "spread rumors," it was all in vain.
I only have two options: either deny everything and let the regulatory authorities intervene, or if they determine that I have indeed committed a crime, then I will face the suspension of my "personal stock" listing.
Another option is for me to voluntarily admit it and ask "stock gatekeeper" Sen to help me maintain the lowest possible "personal stock price" to prevent my listing from being suspended.
Faced with this situation, I decided to deny it to the death.
Who made me like this?
It's all because of this guy in front of me who looks like the Grim Reaper!
Anyway, this is what I've become.
If the listing is to be suspended, then so be it.
I heard that after being delisted, one will be assessed as a "useless person," meaning someone who makes no contribution to society.
Such people would be assigned to power plants by pedaling bicycles to generate electricity.
Now that things have come to this, I'd even be willing to generate electricity by pedaling a bicycle.
When Sen, the "stock market gatekeeper," saw that I refused to admit it, he took out a ten-centimeter-sized bottle containing a clear liquid and handed it to me.
"Mr. Yuji, do you know what this is?"
I looked at the bottle and shook my head: "It looks like water or alcohol."
"Stock Market Gatekeeper" Mori sneered evilly, "That's your older brother, or more accurately, your former older brother, Koichi."
"Our country no longer has thermal or nuclear power plants; most of our electricity is generated by human-powered power plants."
"Everyone thinks that after 'personal stock' is delisted, the only option is to ride a bicycle until you die."
"Actually, technology is constantly advancing. This bottle of oil is the latest type of biofuel made from human materials."
"And what's in this bottle is what was made after Koichi, whose stock was suspended from trading due to robbery, was executed!"
Upon hearing "Stock Market Gatekeeper" Mori's words, a look of horror crossed my face: "How could this be?"
I stared at the small bottle, never expecting that after the stock was suspended from trading, it would actually be made into oil!
So, if a stock is delisted, it doesn't even have the right to survive?
Faced with this situation, I had no choice but to confess.
Because I don't plead guilty, my shares will be delisted.
I had no choice.
I can only pray that "stock market gatekeeper" Mori will allow me to keep the stock listed and continue living as a human being.
After I was released on bail, I received a letter from Huimei.
Because Huimei's parents sold her stocks to someone else, Huimei is getting married next month.
But this incident didn't have a big impact on me.
The issue that shocked me the most was...
Although my "personal stock" has not been delisted, my "personal stock price" has already fallen to its lowest point.
So I was laid off.
I need to find a job in order to survive.
This is not just because of economic issues.
Having a job and being considered a useful person by society are necessary conditions for maintaining a stock listing.
result.
Not only could I not find a job, but when I called my "best friends," they all cut ties with me.
Even if I abandon my dignity and call some third-rate or fourth-rate companies that I used to look down on.
But their first question was about my "personal stock price".
Once they learn that my "personal stock price" is very low, they will definitely hang up the phone immediately, not giving me a chance for an interview at all!
The rating agency also categorized me as a "suspicious person" based on my "personal stock price".
In short, with the stock price plummeting to this point, my former friends no longer want to talk to me, and I've become what I used to call a "social outcast."
Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
Someone kept ringing the apartment doorbell.
Seeing that the other party was still persistent, I opened the door.
The result was the landlord.
"What's wrong? I've paid the rent on time."
I don't know why the landlord came here.
But when he took out the contract and laid it out in front of me, I discovered that there was such a provision in the contract.
The rental agreement is determined according to the "personal stock price" level requirements.
I have now been assessed as a "suspicious person".
If people continue to live here, it will indirectly affect the property's value, which is the last thing the landlord wants to see.
So, having just lost my job, I was quickly kicked out of the apartment.
I want to stay in a hotel.
However, because the "personal stock price" is too low, the credit card can no longer be used.
In the end, I could only live in a computer room using cash.
Even though my "personal stock price" has fallen to its lowest point, I still can't help but go to the stock market to check my "personal stock price".
The result is obvious.
The consecutive limit-up days have left me so angry I don't know how to vent my frustration.
The only consolation is that the "Shinjuku Big Brother" was arrested and imprisoned for assaulting others.
Although he also caused me a lot of trouble, I'm no longer in the mood to be angry.
After all, it was stupid of me to believe that idiot's words; that in itself was an idiotic act.
The next morning, I went out to look for work again.
But they encountered setbacks everywhere.
However, I encountered a huge guy who was 1.9 meters tall and kept staring at me with a silly grin.
"You look terrible, are you alright?"
Seeing that the man was simple-minded and didn't seem like a bad person, I started chatting with him casually.
Through casual conversation, I learned that this guy's name was Ashi, and he was a toothless idiot.
Strangely enough, even idiots have jobs.
He works for a dispatch company called Miscast.
I desperately needed a job to maintain my already incredibly low "personal stock price," so I asked Ah Shi, "My 'personal stock price' is so low, would your company hire someone like me?"
When Ah Shi heard what I said, he chuckled foolishly: "Stock price? What are you talking about? Does this have anything to do with whether you work or not?"
"Our boss is really nice! I'll take you there tomorrow, and he'll definitely help you find a job!"
After exchanging contact information, I said goodbye to Ah Shi.
I had no idea what kind of job this dirty, silly man in ripped jeans would recommend to me.
He's so big, yet he can do physical labor. I'm just a weak scholar, I can't do heavy physical work.
The thought that my current "personal stock price" is as low as a fool's makes my nose sting with tears.
When Chen Shunchen reached this point in the story, he sighed deeply and stopped.
Because he deeply felt the inequality of the world, he couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for Yuji.
because----
This guy is talking badly?
It wouldn't be accurate to call them utterly heinous.
This guy is good?
But the things he did were increasingly unacceptable.
However, rather than calling him selfish.
It's more accurate to say that he's overly concerned about "personal stocks".
Because no matter what problems he faced, he never considered the right or wrong of human nature.
They only care about the rise and fall of their "personal stock price"!
Giving up a seat, saving lives, getting married, severing ties with family—all these are done to boost stock prices.
But is doing this really the right thing to do?
Chen Shunchen wiped the sweat from his forehead, a helpless expression on his face.
Right and wrong shouldn't be something that someone like Yuji should be able to decide, right?
As an ordinary person, it seems one can only be manipulated by "stock market gatekeeper" Mori, unable to fight against fate—
Not only are his "classic mystery" works exceptionally well-written, but he has also created a subcategory called "monster mystery."
He even managed to write a "social mystery" with the flavor of a "variant mystery".
This further increased Chen Shunchen's goodwill towards the genius writer, Maijo Kyosuke!
I'm even more curious about what kind of story this book, *The Plunge*, will bring us next.
The next day, I followed Ah Shi to the Miscast Company.
The owner of Miscast is named Okimoto, and he is about forty years old. He wears a designer suit and an expensive watch.
Upon seeing my resume, Okimoto exclaimed, "Mr. Yuji, your resume is truly remarkable!"
"But you were so successful, why did you end up in such a state?"
I don't want to talk to Okimoto about my failed life; I just hope he can introduce me to a job.
Okimoto checked my "personal stock price" and said frankly that he couldn't find it, unlike my previous job.
But Okimoto said he was a good person, and that the Miscast Company was founded so that everyone could have a job.
"Everyone has dreams, and supporting those dreams is the meaning of my life!"
"What are Yuji's dreams?"
Hearing what Okimoto said, I smiled helplessly.
Honestly, I'm not in the mood to think about this kind of thing. I can't even maintain my current situation, so what dreams can I talk about?
Seeing that I didn't speak, Okimoto continued, "I once had an employee whose personal stock price was as low as Mr. Yuji's now, and he was also unable to find employment."
"But he loved to sing, so he made a living during the day by working the jobs I introduced him to, and at night he would go out to sing on the street."
"Not long after, he was scouted and debuted, his popularity soared, and his personal stock price skyrocketed."
"Life began to change."
"So, Mr. Yuji, please believe me. Even if you're just an ordinary worker right now, never give up on your dreams. There's no such thing as eternal darkness in life. Please sign a contract with me, okay?"
When I heard what Okimoto said, I thought that although this guy was young, he had a very noble character, and I readily signed the contract.
The next morning, I was sent to the designated location.
There were fifty people gathered there, each with empty eyes, completely unlike the "young people chasing their dreams" that Okimoto had described.
Not long after, we were taken away by a bus.
They were taken to the vast riverbank area.
We stood like prisoners under the iron bridge over the river, listening to the foreman explain the work to us.
"Listen up! Your job is to use the sticks in your hands to support the bridge whenever a tram crosses this iron bridge."
"This is about protecting passengers' lives; it's a very important job. Please keep up the good work."
Simply put, my job is no different from generating electricity by pedaling a bicycle; it's just using a ridiculous stick to support the bridge.
Reduce waste in public works projects.
As soon as the whistle blew, I used my stick to brace the bridge.
"I'm telling you, working so hard is useless."
The middle-aged man standing next to me spoke to me.
I didn't understand what he meant, so I asked in return, "But if we don't put in the effort, wouldn't it be very dangerous? It's not just the passengers; wouldn't we standing under the bridge also be affected?"
The middle-aged man snorted and pointed into the distance with his chin.
There was a group of teachers and elementary school students looking in our direction.
"Idiot, did you see that?"
"Our real job is not to support the bridge or protect the safety of passengers."
"Our real job is to be the negative example for those children."
"Simply put, the reason we work here is so that kids can watch us do stupid things."
"Then their parents can point at us and say to the children, 'If you don't study hard, you'll end up like them.'"
Hearing what the uncle said, I realized that the children were indeed making comments about us.
It was only then that I realized that all the children were wearing expensive clothes.
They are completely different from people like me who come from lower social classes.
I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the children from the upper class all seem to be very bright and clever.
"To prevent those young masters from becoming like us, the parents in this area had Miscast entrust us with working here."
"We should thank them instead."
When I heard these words, I understood why this job was so strange, and at the same time, my nose felt a little sore.
Because the foolish Ah Shi was completely unaware of this, he continued to sweat profusely as he used a stick to support the bridge.
Protecting that meaningless kindness.
After the first shift ended.
Ah Shi and I stayed where we were.
The second shift has begun.
The reason is that I need money.
It was already dark when I put on the foreman's stinking work clothes.
Strangely, the foreman didn't tell us what the second shift was supposed to do.
They just told us to stay here until the bus came to pick us up.
The chirping of insects at night is annoying.
The people who stayed in the second shift were all guys with lifeless eyes.
Only Ah Shi was humming a song and smoking.
Looking at Ah Shi, I thought that if you just laughed at life like a fool, you must be very happy.
This guy must have no worries at all.
"It stinks! It stinks!"
"You're the scum of society! Even excrement is more useful than you!"
As I was thinking, I suddenly heard several high school students walking towards us from behind.
Maybe we were mistaken for homeless people?
However, in his current state, he could easily be called a homeless person.
The number of young men grew to about ten, each carrying a stick, and things looked rather ominous.
I wanted to ask Miscast's foreman for help, but I couldn't find him anywhere.
Then a young man started beating Ah Shi with a stick.
"stop!"
I instinctively reached out to stop the other person's actions.
As a result, he was shoved by the other party and fell to the ground.
"You scum, go to hell! We'll clean up this social garbage!"
I turned to look at my colleagues and found that they were all cowering on the ground like rats, enduring the beating.
This made me even angrier!
Enraged, I stood up and charged at the guy who had hit me, roaring as I did so!
"What's this guy doing? Trying to fight back?"
The other party didn't expect me to retaliate and looked bewildered.
I seized the opportunity to snatch the stick from his hand and smashed it down on his head!
The other person groaned and lay down on the ground.
I was then surrounded by other people.
They outnumbered me and attacked me mercilessly, kicking and punching me without any restraint.
Finally, I was knocked unconscious and thrown into the river.
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