That year the flowers bloomed 1981

Chapter 1367: It’s your own fault and you won’t survive

In late March, temperatures in Ukraine had risen significantly, the winter snow had finally melted away, and the trees in the park were quickly turning green again, creating a thriving scene.

However, the sudden appearance of a large number of homeless people constantly reminds everyone that this is a chaotic world. Even if spring comes, people will not freeze to death, but it is still normal for people to starve to death.

"You bastard, you're trying to steal my bread again! I'll fight you!"

Under a bridge archway where people could shelter from the wind and rain, two homeless men were fighting.

Just for a piece of bread, they would choke each other, tear ears, and pull down their crotches, fighting like wild animals for food.

A few minutes later, the larger homeless man emerged victorious, snatching a large piece of bread and then kicking the loser twice, still not satisfied.

After the guy left, the person who had been kicked started sobbing.

But after crying for a while, he forced himself to endure the pain, picked up a large sign, and headed towards the Chinese embassy.

Lu Zixue never imagined that he would one day end up homeless, nor did he expect that his willpower would become so incredibly strong.

After his sister, younger sister, ex-wife, and two reporters left one after the other, he had to start thinking about his basic needs.

With less than two hundred pounds left in my pocket, staying in a hotel was out of the question, and I had to be frugal even with food.

The newspaper's editor-in-chief, Harry, promised that the paper would be published in two weeks, during which time Lu Zixue could continue his protests in Ukraine in order to create a bigger stir.

Lu Zixue decided to persevere for two weeks because he had learned the principle of "one effort, then decline, then exhaustion" in junior high school.

He believed that by persisting in protesting in front of the embassy until the newspapers published his story, he would be better able to force the other side to give him an explanation.

If you can't afford a hotel, then stay under a bridge!

It's already March, so it won't freeze you to death.

But Lu Zixue never expected that on his second day living under the bridge, he would be robbed by two homeless men.

He wasn't left a single penny of the more than one hundred pounds, and they even took away his clothes and shoes that he used to save face, causing Lu Zixue to become a complete "proletarian".

But this unfortunate experience only fueled Lu Zixue's stubbornness and resilience.

He simply moved twenty meters to the side of the embassy and became a proper beggar, protesting while holding up a large sign and setting out a money box to beg.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Whenever someone from the embassy came out, he would shout that he was starving because of the deception and oppression of the Chinese, and then every night he would receive a large piece of bread.

We can't just let someone starve to death at the door, can we?
However, this act of kindness fueled Lu Zixue's obsession, as he genuinely believed that the people at the embassy felt guilty.

This is just like those low-level employees who ran away and told everyone that Tokyo University was going to collapse. If you don't collapse, then I'm just a nobody.

Therefore, Lu Zixue believed that the other party must be afraid of Western media and public opinion. Otherwise, why would you give me bread? Why not just let me starve to death?
The only downside is that Lu Zixue's extremely stable acquisition method has caught the eye of several other homeless people, who always come to snatch his bread. Every time, there is a fight, and sometimes he even encounters some indescribable terrible things.

But Lu Zixue persevered. He did not break down; instead, he looked forward to the day when he could avenge his great wrongs.

"Two weeks from now, it's almost been two weeks, isn't it? Hehe, in a few more days, you'll know what regret is." Lu Zixue went to the place where he used to beg, very professionally put on his begging posture, and then held up a big sign.

But he had barely raised the sign when the embassy cook walked over with a blank expression.

Lu Zixue found it somewhat strange.

Look at the sun in the sky, it's not time to serve dinner yet!
Then he saw that the cook was not holding bread, but a newspaper.

Lu Zixue stood up abruptly, his eyes burning with fervor.

"Was this released ahead of schedule? Or are Westerners just trustworthy?"

The cook glanced at Lu Zixue, casually shoved the newspaper into his hand, and turned to leave.

Lu Zixue forgave the other party's unreasonable behavior and eagerly flipped to the front page, where he indeed saw a large photo of himself holding a sign in protest.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha, this is truly the front page! Look at this headline: 'Despicable Deceiver, Li Ye, you fraudster are about to be exposed!'"

Lu Zixue laughed loudly, even laughing until tears streamed down his face.

All the perseverance and humiliation over the past few days have been worthwhile. This is a newspaper with great influence throughout Britain. Once this explosive news is reprinted by other media, who will dare to underestimate me, Lu Zixue?
Not only will Li Ye have to apologize to me then, but I'll also get to appear on TV and talk shows, surrounded by blonde beauties. Hmm?
The ecstasy on Lu Zixue's face suddenly froze.

Because after reading the headline, he then looked at the content of the front page.

[Self-taught. Sun falsely claimed to be a senior bidding expert, but was a complete fraud, causing huge losses to Keshi Company. After being fired, he attempted to fabricate a kidnapping experience to frame Keshi Company and other bidding companies.]

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Lu Zixue trembled all over and read the front page of the newspaper several times before he was sure that he was not hallucinating or seeing a fake newspaper.

"How did I become a liar? What does the loss suffered by Koshi Company have to do with me? I fabricated a kidnapping experience? Did I cut the scars on my face myself?"

Lu Zixue kept muttering and cursing, talking to himself, and circling around as if he were possessed.

He spun faster and faster, more and more frantically, until finally his vision went black and he collapsed to the ground.

He waited for more than ten days, endured inhuman suffering, and finally faced judgment. Was he wronged?

. . . . . . . . . . . .

During the two weeks of Lu Zixue's continued protests, Li Ye and Wen Leyu were busy negotiating several large acquisition projects, leaving them with no energy to pay attention to Lu Zixue's situation.

It wasn't until one evening that Wen Leyu told Li Ye, "Lu Zixue is going crazy. He went back to Britain to find Lu Jingyao, but Lu Jingyao sold the house and went back to Pengcheng. Lu Zixue wants to go back to the mainland, but his visa was rejected."

Li Ye sneered, "Hey, now he's thinking about how good the mainland is? Why didn't he think of that before?"

If Lu Zixue were to return to the mainland now, with his perfect British accent, he could easily make a comfortable living, since English translation was quite valuable in 1992.

Unfortunately, he cut off his own escape route back then, and now it's even more difficult for him to go back!
You reap what you sow!

(End of this chapter)