Shocking the Whole Internet! You Are Not a Psychologist at All!

Hangzhou, Xinghui Film and Television Company.

CEO's office.

"Very well, you all go down."

After the regular meeting, President Wen Xinghui waved his hand and sent out the senior executives.

He sat back on the boss's chair alone and lit a cigar for himself in a good mood.

“It’s been another smooth sailing year this year, so I’ll wait until next year to change places.”

"Maybe by that time, I will have become the richest man in the province."

Wen Xinghui blew out a smoke ring and turned on the computer to check the company's financial statements for the first half of the year.

The financial statements are great.

In just half a year, Wen Xinghui has earned nearly one billion.

In the second half of the year, it is estimated that the income will be high but not low.

Thinking of this, Wen Xinghui flicked the ash from his cigarette, picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Master Liu, how are you finding the next Feng Shui treasure?"

"Yeah, good."

"Don't worry, it's your benefit. I'll ask the finance department to transfer you 10,000 yuan as soon as possible, which will be regarded as your hard work during this period of time."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Xinghui put the cigar in his mouth, tapped the keyboard with both hands, and sent an email to the financial department.

If it hadn't been for meeting Master Liu, his Xinghui Film and Television Company would still be just a little-known small business.

After a year of exhausting work, I only got tens of millions of profits.

Fortunately, the ancestors have spirits.

Knowing that future generations would have a difficult life, Master Liu was specially sent to him.

The two hit it off immediately.

By using the dove to occupy the magpie's nest, you can absorb a lot of good luck from the Feng Shui treasure land.

"Dang Dang Dang."

At this moment, there was a knock on the office door.

"Enter."

Wen Xinghui pressed the enter key.

The next second, the assistant came in from outside.

He held an iron can in his hand.

"President, this is a gift from the villagers of Lijia Village."

"Gifts? Why do they give me gifts?"

Wen Xinghui was stunned for a moment and looked at the jar in the secretary's hand in confusion.

"They used the subsidy you gave them last time to buy a machine for making milk powder."

"The milk produced by the cows in the village can have another sales channel."

"To thank you, I will give you the first can of milk powder to taste."

After speaking, the assistant walked to the desk and placed the iron can on it.

"The villagers who came to give gifts were very sincere and acted like they would not leave unless we accepted them."

"I think they have good intentions, so they just take matters into their own hands, don't you think?"

Wen Xinghui sneered secretly in his heart.

What a bunch of stupid country bumpkins.

A disaster is imminent, so why bother to buy a milk powder machine?

But then again.

If these stupid people are not stupid, how can they make themselves prosperous?

Sacrifice a group of them to fulfill one of your own.

"Just accept it. I happen to be a little sleepy. Make me a cup of coffee and add a spoonful of milk powder."

With a feeling of gloating, Wen Xinghui decided to have a taste.

What does the milk powder made by these idiots taste like?

"yes."

The assistant opened the lid of the iron can, revealing the white milk powder inside.

I found a coffee spoon and a coffee cup.

"President, the coffee is ready."

After a while, the assistant brought the steaming coffee cup to Wen Xinghui.

Taking the coffee cup, Wen Xinghui blew on the hot air slightly.

Put it to your mouth and drink.

After drinking, Wen Xinghui frowned.

Why does it taste so weird?

I smacked my tongue, and in addition to the aftertaste of coffee, there was also an indescribable strange taste in my mouth.

And it seems to be a bit throaty.

"What happened to you? You can't even make a cup of coffee."

Wen Xinghui said angrily: "I can't even see the coffee spoiling, so what use do I have for you as an assistant?"

"President, you are wrong. The coffee beans in your office have not gone bad. I checked them before putting them in the coffee machine. There is absolutely nothing wrong with them."

The assistant argued aggrievedly.

"Rednecks are hillbillies, and they don't know how to use the machines they buy back. They deserve to be poor for the rest of their lives."

Seeing this, Wen Xinghui believed that his assistant did not dare to lie to him.

It's not the coffee beans that are the problem, it's the milk powder.

In order to confirm his guess, Wen Xinghui stretched out a finger and inserted it into the jar.

A little milk powder stuck out, put it to my mouth and licked it with my tongue.

"Bah, bah, bah, that's what it smells like!"

Wen Xinghui kept vomiting.

That's right.

That strange smell comes from the milk powder in the jar.

"Why are you still stupid? Throw this piece of shit away from me."

Wen Xinghui had a gloomy face.

"Yes, President."

The assistant didn't dare to neglect, picked up the jar and walked out.

"ah!!!"

Ten minutes later, a sharp scream came from the corridor.

The cry was so penetrating that it drew everyone on the entire floor out.

In the women's bathroom, the cleaning lady collapsed on the floor, shaking all over.

At hand is an overturned iron can.

There is only a small amount of milk powder left inside.

In addition, there is a piece of paper on the ground.

"What happened?"

Wen Xinghui was shocked and walked out of the office to the bathroom door.

Looking at the cleaning lady slumped on the ground, Wen Xinghui asked coldly.

"Bone...Ashes!!!"

The cleaning lady let out a heartbreaking scream.

Yelling that the contents of the jar are ashes.

The paper on the ground was stained with a lot of white powder.

It was obviously taken out of the jar.

There are several words written on it.

Your dad's ashes.

Seeing the contents on the paper, Wen Xinghui felt as if he was struck by lightning.

Damn it!

The tin can contained ashes.

"President, you just drank ashes!"

The assistant's voice came from behind Wen Xinghui.

In an instant, countless pairs of eyes looked at Wen Xinghui.

"Shut up!!!"

Wen Xinghui wanted to strangle his assistant to death.

At the same time, they wanted to kill Li Jiacheng's group of people.

How dare you give the ashes to yourself as milk powder!

etc.

Your dad's ashes.

Your dad...

Wen Xinghui's pupils dilated, and a chill enveloped his whole body.

Could it be that what he drank just now was his father’s ashes!

Immediately afterwards.

Wen Xinghui's eyes turned black, and his body trembled and he fell to the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Xinghui found himself lying on a hospital bed.

He was surrounded by company executives.

Only then did I know that after receiving his order, the assistant handed the jar directly to the cleaning staff and asked the cleaning staff to dispose of it.

The cleaning lady is eager to sell the iron jars for money.

Then I thought about pouring the ashes inside into the toilet.

When it was more than half empty, I saw a note inside.

She was immediately frightened to death.

Less than a third of Wen Xinghui's father's ashes remain.

“Lijiacun, I’m not done with you anymore!!!”

Wen Xinghui never dreamed that his father's bones buried in Lijiacun would be found.

He was also burned into ashes by the villagers and sent back as milk powder.

"Get out of here, no, you guys stay."

After a while, there were only three people left in the ward.

All three of them knew the inside story.

And they were also responsible for burying the bones in Lijia Village.