My Healing Games

Chapter 563 I still want to be his role model
The men who had been swaggering around in front of Han Fei were now completely terrified, and the woman who had been screaming forgot to cry. They had just narrowly escaped death.

Everyone had moved aside, and all the noise had disappeared. Han Fei wanted to bandage Li Guo'er's wounds at this moment, but rumors could spread. If the onlookers saw this scene, they would definitely make up more outrageous rumors, which would only harm Li Guo'er.

"Team leader, please go upstairs first. There are still many things at the company that need your attention. Don't waste any more time here."

"Thank you."

"Don't say thank you. If you hadn't saved me that day, how would I be here?"

Li Guo'er found her glasses in the car and waited for the police to arrive, while Han Fei tore down the banner with Fu Yi's photo on it from the van and took the elevator upstairs.

Upon arriving at the company's floor, Han Fei heard discussions about himself as soon as the elevator doors opened.

The whole company knew about his situation, and Han Fei understood that he could no longer continue working there.

Zhao Qian had already made it very clear that, in order to prevent Fu Yi from affecting the reputation of the game "Immortality", the company's senior management would definitely distance themselves from Fu Yi as soon as possible.

Back in his familiar office, Han Fei looked at his subordinates. Unlike the other employees who crowded around the windows to watch the excitement in the other offices, Han Fei's subordinates were all at their seats, working on the game. They seemed not to have heard the sound coming from the loudspeaker downstairs.

"Team leader, we've been working all night, and the front-end program testing has started." Fake Tree Bro stood up from his seat, his eyes bloodshot and his mental state very poor.

"From now on, you'll have to shoulder the responsibilities and take on the burden. This is your game, don't let anyone else interfere." Han Fei glanced at his computer. He hadn't left the company much, except for that horror romance game, a Plants vs. Zombies save file that was almost finished, and 400,000 Happy Beans.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A knock sounded at the door, and Octopus appeared in the doorway, looking at Han Fei with smug satisfaction: "Sister Qian is looking for you."

"I know, I'll be right there."

What's meant to happen will happen. Han Fei took off his work ID and entered Zhao Qian's office.

Zhao Qian was different today. After gesturing for Han Fei to close the office door, she leaned on the desk with both hands and spoke her first words after a long pause: "Why would someone as smart and selfish as you choose the stupidest path? Don't you know who Du Shu is?"

"President Zhao, I'm just here to report on my daughter and her mother." Han Fei didn't call Zhao Qian last night because he had already anticipated what would happen today. In fact, Zhao Qian probably had as well, which is why she asked Han Fei to report last night so she could use the night to help him make some arrangements.

"Tell me, how did you talk to them?"

"I will take out 720,000 yuan to help Fu Yi with her medical treatment, and I will take responsibility for the responsibilities I previously evaded."

"Seventy-two hundred thousand?" Zhao Qian looked up at Han Fei: "I remember you haven't even finished paying off your mortgage, where did you get so much money?"

"I will try my best to raise the money."

“What can you possibly do?” Zhao Qian sighed. “I just received a notice from above that I must fire you immediately. After this incident, you’ve become a laughing stock in the industry. Once you leave the company, no other game company will dare to hire you.”

Zhao Qian used to want to kill Fu Yi, but now that she sees Fu Yi like a stray dog, she doesn't feel any pleasure in revenge.

She herself didn't understand why, perhaps because Fu Yi had undergone a special change recently.

"When you reach middle age, you lose the job skills you rely on to make a living, you have to support your parents, raise three children, pay a high mortgage, and raise money for your daughter's medical expenses. Can you handle it?" Zhao Qian's words were very realistic.

“I have witnessed the most desperate future, so I know that the choice I made was the right one.” Han Fei placed his work ID on Zhao Qian’s desk: “As long as I am alive, everything will slowly change, and Fu Sheng will not be chosen by that black box.”

Zhao Qian didn't understand what Han Fei was saying, so she took out a document from the drawer and handed it to Han Fei: "This is your share of the profits from making that game. My share will be deposited directly into this card. You can open it and take a look when you get home."

"Mr. Zhao..." Han Fei did not refuse; he was short of money right now.

"After the formalities are completed, you will no longer be my subordinate. Just call me Zhao Qian." Zhao Qian waved her hand and continued working.

Holding the document, Han Fei walked out of the office. Octopus and many colleagues were eavesdropping, standing at their respective office doors with coffee in hand.

"Fu Yi, with your talent, you could become a top designer at any company. Leaving here isn't your loss, it's the company's loss, hahaha." Octopus was in a great mood. He and Fu Yi were the two best employees at the same time, but from the moment he joined the company, he was overshadowed by Fu Yi. Whether it was awards or promotions, he was never as good as Fu Yi. In the past, when there were projects in the company, Fu Yi was in charge of the best projects, while he could only assist or be in charge of secondary projects.

Looking across the entire company, Zhang Yu was probably the happiest person after Fu Yi left; he had finally gotten his revenge.

Faced with the octopus's mockery, Han Fei simply smiled faintly. He had done many jobs, and wherever he worked, there were basically no living people left behind. Judging by the time, the ghost exuding hatred would be arriving soon.

"Come on, I'll take you to complete the formalities. As a veteran employee, how can you not even get this kind of preferential treatment?" Fu Yi treated his subordinates very well and never hesitated to fight for their interests. However, this caused some dissatisfaction among employees in other departments of the company, especially Octopus's subordinates.

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down; they all rushed out to watch the spectacle and enjoy Fu Yi's disheveled appearance.

"I heard you have a wife and several children, and you have to pay off loans and treat your daughter's illness. What if you can't find a new job?" Octopus pretended to be concerned for Han Fei: "Don't take it to heart, I'm just saying what if."

"Jobs are easy to find, so don't worry about it." Han Fei returned to his office and started packing his things, while Octopus waited for him at the door.

"What a pity. I've been looking at apartments in your neighborhood lately, hoping to buy one and be your neighbor. Judging from your current condition, you probably won't make it to my place." Octopus leaned against the doorframe, looking sorry for Fu Yi.

"Are you done talking? If you're done, get out!" The usually smooth-talking Fake Tree seemed to have been provoked, and got up to close the office door.

“I’m just concerned about him.” Octopus’s laughter rang out from outside: “Fu Yi, if you’re planning to default on your mortgage, you can consider me. We’re colleagues, so I’m just doing you a favor.”

Han Fei stood by the desk. He used to see other people leaving their jobs packing various items in a cardboard box, but he realized that he didn't have anything to take with him.

He found a black bag, put his lunchbox and water cup inside, then opened the drawers and cabinets and took out his earphones, data cable and a few books.

“In the past, the company always collapsed before me. The identity of Fu Yi has indeed brought me a lot of novel experiences.”

Carrying the bag, Han Fei walked out of the office and completed the resignation procedures in no time.

He originally wanted to wait for Li Guo'er, but Li Guo'er and the extras who were blocking the door were taken away by the police station.

As Han Fei left through the company's back door, he looked at the bustling street, where everyone was busy with their own things, moving forward towards a certain goal.

"I have never looked at life from this perspective before."

The world of memories in the shrine gave Han Fei a unique life experience. He merged into the memories of others and saw different worlds.

It is precisely because of these trials that he was able to master master-level acting skills at a young age.

"Where to go next?" Han Fei asked, carrying a black plastic bag as he walked towards the lower city area.

In the world of Mirror God's memories, he learned gang management and operation from Snake Brother's system, and this knowledge can often be transformed into wealth.

"My health is getting worse and worse, and I feel a little insecure."

Han Fei walked down the street. Just two hours ago, he was surrounded and angrily cursed by a group of people, but now no one cared about him, and no one came up to question him.

As time goes by, the pain remains in the hearts of those involved, while onlookers quickly forget everything.

On his way to the lower city, Han Fei received a call from Qiangwei. After thinking for a long time, he decided to take action against Du Shu.

At Han Fei's suggestion, the group of players planned to kidnap Du Shu from the plastic surgery hospital and lock her up in the amusement park.

The longer it drags on, the more time-related the changes become, and the lower the chances of players succeeding.

Even in the current situation, players only have one chance to make a move. If they fail, given the influence of the Du Shu family in this city, it will be questionable whether the players can even escape alive.

"After Du Shu is kidnapped, I should try to enter the plastic surgery hospital. I need to find out what secrets it holds and why it has become Fu Sheng's obsession."

At noon, Han Fei arrived in the lower city. Instead of taking action, he inquired about information from all directions.

Unlike the lower reaches of the sand river in the Mirror God's memory world, the Lower City is home to several groups of people, none of whom can completely subdue the others. This situation seems to be deliberately created for the convenience of management.

"Could you call your boss out? I have some questions to ask him." Han Fei, dressed in a suit and wearing an expensive watch, looked every bit the social elite.

"We're not open during the day, you'd better come at night," the waiter said cautiously to Han Fei. "These old alleys are haunted during the day, you'd better take the main road."

"I've only ever heard of ghosts at night, never during the day."

"It's true, it's really weird."

"Never mind that, call your boss over."

Seeing Han Fei's extraordinary demeanor, the waiter didn't dare to cause trouble and quickly ran upstairs.

A short while later, a middle-aged man wearing glasses walked over. He didn't look like someone involved in organized crime; instead, he looked like a professor studying ancient history at a university.

"What do you call it?"

"Qin Wen."

About half an hour later, Han Fei walked out of the store, and Qin Wen told him a bad news and a good news.

The bad news is that the various factions in the lower city are actually working for Du Shu's family. The shop owner put it bluntly: they are all just Du Shu's dogs, and the occasional fights are only for fighting over the dog food in the bowl. As long as nothing major happens to Du Shu's family, none of them dare to make any rash moves.

The good news is that no one wants to be subservient forever, and as the pie gets smaller and smaller, these people become increasingly dissatisfied with Du Shu's family.

“Even the gangs in the lower city have intricate connections with the Du family; they have influence in both the legal and illegal worlds!”

Unable to borrow money through simple means, Han Fei walked slowly with the bag in his hand. When he passed a gold shop, he glanced inside a few more times.

"Calm down, this is not something a comedian should do."

No one wants their most reliable and greatest father to be a criminal, and Han Fei is well aware of this. Although he is currently facing despair from all over the world, he has not collapsed and still wants to be a role model for Fu Sheng.

(End of this chapter)