Cultivation Shura Field

Song Xingye: "Have you heard of futures?"

Xu Zhe: "Oh, I know this. If ordinary people's stock trading is like gambling, then ordinary people's futures trading is like pawning their pants and entering a casino. It can't be said to be stable, it can also be said to be the Red Bull Death Squad."

"What?" Song Xingye didn't understand his words for a moment.

Xu Zhe shook his head: "Nothing, the risk is just very high. If I'm not mistaken, your father lost money, and he kept it a secret from your mother. As a result, your mother found out, and the two of them started arguing, right?"

"Yes!" Hearing him speak so accurately, Song Xingye's eyes lit up, "Do you have any ideas?"

Xu Zhe: "I'm not a god, what can I do about this..."

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Thanks to everyone for catching the bug, the typo above has been corrected.

Chapter 101 Don't bother me

2023-09-06

Xu Zhe certainly had no way to deal with other people's family disputes. After all, he had only met the girl's mother a few times, and had never met her father. Even if he was confident in guiding others to invest, why would they listen to him?

He is not my own father or Uncle Tang. There is no experience of getting to know him and no solid evidence. It is really hard for a junior high school kid to be convincing.

So Song Xingye, who had just ignited hope, became depressed again: "Is that so..."

But Xu Zhe said, "Do you remember what I told you last year?"

Song Xingye stared at him blankly: "What..."

Xu Zhe: "I think I said that if you have any unhappy things, you can talk to me. I may not be able to help you solve your family troubles, but at least I can help you to relieve your mentality."

After he said this, he saw that the pair of almond-shaped eyes that were staring at him seemed to be a little moist.

Song Xingye: "Why do you care about me so much?"

Xu Zhe: "Because I think you are very smart and thoughtful, but sometimes you may be too thoughtful. So many times, especially when you encounter setbacks, you may be too sensitive. Many things are not your fault, but overly sensitive people will punish themselves with other people's mistakes, which I think is not good. I hope you can relax a little."

He felt that what he said was very honest and objective, but the girl's understanding seemed to be somewhat misaligned with his starting point.

Song Xingye bit her lower lip and stared at him blankly.

When she spoke again, the girl's voice was choked up: "Why are you so nice?"

Xu Zhe directly put the good guy card on himself: "Because I am a good person."

"what?"

"Well, your parents' matter is definitely not over yet, so feel free to talk to me about it later. I'll try my best to think about it and see if there's anything I can do to help."

Song Xingye whispered: "It's become so noisy, what else can happen next..."

Xu Zhe did not say anything else, but he knew that it was precisely because of the quarrel that it would not end there. He guessed that Song Xingye's mental breakdown in the previous life must not only be due to interpersonal relationships in school, but most likely family factors.

He knew better that if the family dispute caused by futures losses could be controlled to just a quarrel, he would be very lucky. What if his parents divorced? What if the divorce was accompanied by a big fight?

Can Song Xingye, who grew up like a little princess, withstand all that dog-blood stuff?

Xu Zhe estimated that she was not up to the task, so he could only play the role of a psychological counselor again.

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After returning home, Xu Zhe turned on his computer and logged into QQ, and saw a new message.

He recently found an artist for a trial sketch and paid a deposit of 3 yuan. They agreed to draw a D cartoon-style watermelon with a cut effect and juice splashing out.

However, at this moment, when he saw the results of the trial draft, Xu Zhe couldn't help but be stunned.

He typed a line and sent it over: [Are you kidding me? Is this what you drew? ]

The other party didn't feel embarrassed at all: [You mentioned the cartoon style yourself. I drew it according to what you said, and it turned out like this. ]

Xu Zhe's hands were as fast as the wind, and he typed out a long paragraph on the keyboard in the blink of an eye: [I'm talking about the 3D cartoon style, which is indeed very simple, but I really didn't expect you to be able to draw like this. Is that green thing a watermelon? It's so round, and the stripes on the rind are so straight, I thought it was a basketball that was dyed green! I don't even want to talk about the cutting effect, just the light and shadow effect before cutting, you have no perspective at all. ]

After sending this message, the other party did not reply for a long time.

Xu Zhe simply opened the web page and started reading the news.

After more than half an hour, the other party replied with a short sentence: [So what do you say we should do? ]

Xu Zhe: [You can keep the deposit. We don’t need to cooperate with you in the future.]

The other party: [What do you want to do with that little deposit? ]

【Ah, yes, yes, I wish you a bright future. 】

Xu Zhe was too lazy to argue with the other person anymore, so after sending this last reply, he directly deleted the other person as a friend. He closed his computer, stood up and walked around for several laps, and his emotions gradually calmed down.

He looked out the window at the dark clouds and sighed.

In his previous life, Xu Zhe was used to being the second party, and he was a relatively honest one. Now that he has become the first party, he is not prepared to be fooled by others.

The deposit of 100 yuan was nothing, the key point was that it delayed his schedule. He had planned to finish the art materials before November, but now it seemed a bit difficult.

But there was no other way. He had no connections or channels with painters and could only continue posting in the painters forum.

Xu Zhe updated the post and directly pasted the foolish product sent by the painter just now, criticizing it as negative material and emphasizing that this should never be done.

He knew that if he raised the deposit, he might be able to attract more artists. But his start-up capital was very limited, and it was difficult to build trust through online communication. Anyway, the workload of the trial draft was very small and the difficulty was indeed not high. After reading other posts, he was even more convinced that the standard he gave was definitely not stingy in this day and age.

Then Xu Zhe closed the webpage, opened the Au software, and started making game sound effects.

He had never been exposed to this before, and faced with a variety of options, he was quite confused. He could only watch the tutorials online and slowly explore...

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Today is a weekday and his parents are not at home, so Xu Zhe can only leave the computer temporarily and go to open the door himself.

When I opened the door, I saw Tang Lingfei standing outside.

Xu Zhe: "What's the matter?"

Tang Lingfei: "Looking for you to play!"

"Okay, the PSP is there, take it if you want to play."

After saying that, Xu Zhe returned to his computer and sat down to continue thinking.

However, Tang Lingfei did not take the PSP, but came to his side and sat down on the small stool.

After holding it in for a few minutes, she finally couldn't help but say, "What are you doing again?"

Xu Zhe: “Work.”

Tang Lingfei: "Do you know that Xiao Yezi has been in a bad mood recently..."

Xu Zhe paused his work, turned his head to look at her, and said, "I know, her parents are arguing again."

Before he finished speaking, the girl looked surprised: "How did you know? Xiao Ye told me not to tell you, so I didn't tell you!"

Xu Zhe asked back, "Since she didn't let you tell me, why did you mention that she was in a bad mood just now?"

Tang Lingfei fiddled with her hair in annoyance. "Because I can't help her, I want to say... Oh, I don't know. You haven't told me yet, how did you know that her parents had a fight? You can't read her mind, right?!"

Xu Zhe patted the girl on the head and said, "Because Ye Zi told me."

"Oh," Tang Lingfei rubbed the top of her head that he had just hit, and pouted, "Just say it, don't hit me, you know hitting the head will make you stupid!"

Xu Zhe chuckled: "We are already at the bottom, so any change will lead to upward movement."

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Chapter 102 102 Flammable and Explosive (Please read it later, and add more preview)

2023-09-06

Although Xu Zhe emphasized that she could talk to him if she was unhappy, Song Xingye still didn't want to bother him. In other words, the more considerate Xu Zhe was, the less she dared to open up and rely on him psychologically.

After all, he is so smart and so busy. If one day he gets tired of me, wouldn't we even have no friends?

However, after returning home from school, the girl realized that even if she didn't want to bother Xu Zhe, she probably couldn't do it...

Because her mother was also at home. And when she saw Song Xingye coming back, she pulled her to sit on the sofa and asked the heart-wrenching question:

"If Dad and Mom divorce, who do you want to live with?"

Song Xingye was stunned.

Seeing her daughter at a loss, Li Caixia gritted her teeth and said, "Mom and Dad probably can't make ends meet anymore. Think about it. But I have to tell you first, if you want to live with your dad, life may be very hard. He has more deficits than I thought at first. Moreover, he is unemployed."

Song Xingye murmured, "Dad is unemployed?"

"I just found out about this today. I went to your dad's former workplace today and the people there told me that he made a mistake at work this year and was fired. It's been several months, and they kept this secret from both of us!"

Li Caixia became more and more angry as she spoke, but her irritating husband was not there, and she only had her bewildered daughter in front of her. She also knew that it was useless to get angry at her daughter, but she still couldn't help wanting to slam the coffee table.

Song Xingye thought back to his father's performance this year and said, "But he works normally from Monday to Friday every week... Is he pretending to go to work?"

Li Caixia gritted her teeth and said, "He was just pretending to go to work! Humph, I was wondering why he suddenly wanted to invest. It turns out he wanted to trade stocks and futures full-time... He didn't even think about the fact that even professionals can lose money, so why does he think he can make money!"

Song Xingye was startled by her mother's expression and tone. The girl shrank her neck and sat there, trembling a little.

She couldn't help but think, how great would it be if Xu Zhe was here right now?

Li Caixia looked at her daughter and suddenly realized that she seemed to have frightened the child. However, at this moment, she couldn't be patient enough to coax the child, so she could only get up and walk away to the master bedroom.

Song Xingye sat on the sofa in a daze for a long time, and suddenly heard some noise coming from inside. It seemed like her mother... was hitting the bed?

The girl hesitated, bit her lip silently, then stood up and walked to the door of the master bedroom.

Then I saw my mother sitting by the bed, holding a piece of white paper in her hand, her face blank as if she had lost her soul.

Song Xingye asked cautiously: "Mom, what's wrong again?"

However, the mother did not react at all, as if she heard nothing.

The girl walked over and took a look at the paper in her mother's hand, and her eyes went dark immediately. Because she clearly saw the words "suicide note" at the top of the paper!

Li Caixia finally came to her senses and quickly crumpled the paper in her hand: "Go back and read your book, don't stay here!"

Song Xingye: "Mom, is Dad..."

Li Caixia: "Don't worry about it! Go back to your room!"

Song Xingye turned away obediently and returned to her bedroom. She picked up her cell phone, but her vision was blurred by tears.

She heard her mother making a phone call, apparently...calling the police?

So Song Xingye did not call the police, she just dialed Xu Zhe's cell phone number.

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When Xu Zhe received a call from Song Xingye, Tang Lingfei had already gone home, and he was alone working on the game sound effects.

After the call was connected, Xu Zhe could hear the crying tone in the girl's voice from the first sentence. The panic was much stronger than before.

"My dad left a suicide note. He wanted to commit suicide!"

Hearing this, Xu Zhe was stunned for a few seconds. He really didn't expect that the situation would be more serious than he expected. But then, as the girl cried, he gradually understood.

A middle-aged man, unemployed, and with failed investments...

He had seen many similar stories on the Internet. Too many people were devastated after such misfortunes. Song Xingye's father was obviously more psychologically fragile. In this respect, the father and daughter were really of the same lineage.

Xu Zhe asked: "Did you call the police?"

Song Xingye: "My mother called the police! The police just told her that someone saw my father walking alone on the road near No. 3 Middle School, but no one knows where he went now..."

Hearing this, Xu Zhe suddenly realized something.

No. 3 Middle School is located in the west of the city, close to the suburbs. In his previous life, before Song Xingye jumped off the building, he heard that someone walked all the way from the city to the Xijiao Reservoir and finally jumped in. In a small city like this, similar unnatural deaths often cause a sensation, not to mention that this person's behavior is quite interesting.

It is not just "going to the west" in the general sense, but really walking all the way west to the Xijiao Reservoir on foot.

It's just that in his previous life, he had never heard of any relationship between the deceased and Song Xingye who jumped off the building later, so he never associated them together. But now that he thinks about it, he has some understanding of the state of mind that Song Xingye would fall into in his previous life. Extreme negative energy can be contagious among relatives, not to mention something like self-destruction?

"The police also said that they didn't know where my father had gone. There were too few places to install cameras, and they couldn't find him at all..." At this time, Song Xingye was still sobbing, crying and talking, so much so that she could hardly breathe.

Xu Zhe asked: "What's your father's cell phone number?"

Song Xingye: "His phone is turned off..."