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Chapitre 9

She didn't shed a tear when they divorced, but now she wants to cry her heart out.

She changed; she became more vulnerable, more sentimental, and more like a woman.

Being a woman isn't hard, being a successful woman isn't hard either, as long as you know how. In this male-dominated world, can a woman rise above her circumstances without interacting with men? However, her husband, who only wants to stay within the family, doesn't support her venturing into business. Seeing that she can't achieve much in the government office—after all, there are too many capable and scheming people there—she feels she's neither the best nor the worst off. She thinks it's better to leave this painful place and take advantage of the chaos to make some money. Even if she doesn't understand the political arena, can't she make up for it in the business world?

She was afraid of poverty; life was too hard for the poor. She was afraid of being unknown and living a life of obscurity.

Only after entering the business world did I realize that to get rich, you still had to deal with officials, except now you could completely control how you did it. Once you got involved with officials, you inevitably frequented hotels, restaurants, karaoke bars, entertainment venues, massage parlors, and bathhouses. When things got really heated, you'd return home reeking of alcohol and utterly exhausted, sometimes not even bothering to shower before collapsing into bed. My daughter said her father "fell in love with someone who never came home." When it was her turn to get up, no one was home; her husband had gone to work, her daughter to school, so although they lived in the same house, they rarely saw each other.

She finally realized that in order to maintain appearances and make people believe that she had succeeded, she had to buy at least an Audi A6. Otherwise, no one would believe that she was rich, and if no one believed that she was rich, she wouldn't be able to attract a lot of profitable projects. Of course, no one would respect her as the boss.

Only those who drive nice cars are respected and revered. Owning a nice car is more important than power, title, or kindness; a nice car is a symbol of wealth and status. She clearly noticed that since she got a car, even the neighbors bowed and scraped to her. But what she couldn't tolerate was that her husband wouldn't ride in her car, and her daughter, though she had happily ridden in a few times, dared not ride in it again because her father wouldn't. Her husband said that those who insisted on developing the car industry and trying to cram cars into every family had no good intentions; the Chinese people were paying a price in blood and lives for the cars running everywhere, and sooner or later they would pay a catastrophic price. She felt that her husband's jealousy had led him to such ridiculous and absurd arguments.

Once, she accompanied a bank manager who came to visit. Of course, she knew that it would be impossible for her to have any luck if she just accompanied him for drinks and entertainment. So she asked someone to find a few decent-looking models, saying that they were the human resources manager and public relations manager of her company, to fight alongside her.

When the bank manager heard that she was the boss of two great beauties, he launched his attack on her first, saying, "If men don't get drunk, women won't get tips; if women don't get drunk, men won't have a chance; if neither men nor women get drunk, no one will sleep in the double bed." She immediately understood what he meant.

The bank manager then said, "Didn't you want a loan? It all depends on your sincerity. This big glass of liquor is worth one million. I'll lend you one million for every few you can drink!"

She downed four of those large glasses that could hold three or four ounces of baijiu (Chinese liquor) in one go, then laughed heartily, feeling dizzy. Fortunately, she had been instructed beforehand, and Xiao Chengzi immediately helped her downstairs and drove her home. Xiao Chengzi first called her husband from the car, asking him to come downstairs and pick up Ms. Yao. However, when he got downstairs, he found her home dark. He honked the horn frantically, but her lights didn't turn on. When he tried to call her husband again, he wouldn't answer.

Xiao Chengzi had no choice but to carry his boss, Yao, upstairs. After finally reaching the third floor, he couldn't get the door opened no matter how hard he knocked or called. Not wanting to leave his boss in the hallway, Xiao Chengzi, in a fit of pique, carried his boss back downstairs and took him to a hotel. He booked a room, not daring to take off his own clothes, and stayed with his boss all night.

The next day, Mr. Yao found himself in a hotel room fully clothed and pressed him for details. Xiao Cheng, already exhausted and being blamed, embellished the story, recounting how no one answered his phone and no one opened the door when he knocked that night.

This is no small matter!

She was working herself to the bone to create a wonderful life for them, but they not only didn't understand her, they also humiliated her and made her look bad in public! In a fit of anger, she finally went home after work one night and gave her husband and daughter a good scolding, calling them heartless and ungrateful, saying that they only knew how to eat her food, drink her clothes, spend her money, and had no idea about her hardships and difficulties.

After she finished scolding her daughter, she said to her, "I don't want money, I just want a mother. Money is something anyone can get, but being a mother isn't something anyone can do. Let me tell you, your father and I haven't spent a single penny of your money. All the money you bring home is just sitting in the drawer!"

She never expected that the little girl, who was always so obedient in front of her, would dare to speak to her like that! It was all because of her damned father's instigation! She was furious and pounced on her, slapping her twice.

Seeing the two bloody handprints on her daughter's face, the tears and anger in her eyes, she regretted it, but it was too late.

Her husband pounced on her, pinned her to the ground, and kicked her twice. Seeing that she didn't resist, he pointed at her nose and said, "Get out of this house! We're getting a divorce! If you don't leave, we will!"

She initially thought it was just a momentary outburst, and that her anger would subside in a few days. However, three days later, her husband moved into the newly allocated apartment by his workplace with their daughter, without giving her the key or telling her where the apartment was.

Later, her husband asked her to schedule a time to go through the divorce proceedings.

These days, getting a divorce is much easier than buying a piece of clothing. When women buy clothes, they have to carefully select the style, the workmanship, and the price, and they also have to think about what occasions they can wear the clothes on and what clothes they can match with them. In short, they have to think of everything they can think of. But a divorce only takes a few minutes.

The divorce was indeed very relaxing, just as a very famous and fashionable magazine described it with great joy:

"These days, the number of people unwilling to enter the 'walled city' of marriage is increasing exponentially. Being single has its advantages; 'Life alone is simple and easy, you can do whatever you want, so why enter the cage of marriage?' Ms. Li, a white-collar worker, probably represents the thoughts of most single people. They live in a purely self-centered and free world, enjoying maximum satisfaction, doing whatever they please, no longer constrained by a partner. Hearing her say this, I couldn't help but envy her; she's like a mermaid in the sea, free to come and go..."

That's right! You're single, you're free, you have no responsibilities, you have no burdens. You can do whatever you want; you can have a one-night stand with whomever you want and say goodbye in the morning; you can sleep during the day and meet someone at night—that's your choice. But things in this world are just too unreasonable. The more freedom you enjoy, the more unfreedom you have to endure. If you're romantic, indulgent, and extravagant, then you'll reap the rewards of future loneliness, solitude, and unhappiness. Just as spring breezes don't bring autumn rain, since you've never truly loved anyone, no one will be by your bedside when you're sick. Although you have money to hire someone to take care of you, you can only buy service, not love. You can squander yourself when you're young, but when you've squandered everything, with white hair and wrinkles, no matter how much money you have, no one will accept your extravagance. The romance of single people is nothing more than a slow suicide of naivety and ignorance. I know that the editor who is keen on writing these kinds of articles is often busy looking for men to date, but she can't find a man who truly loves her, because the really decent men all avoid her or are even afraid of her cheap offerings.

Mr. Yao spent three years freely and happily squandering his wealth, earning himself a fortune and truly experiencing the joy and pride of "having money means having everything".

The city has entered a fast-paced cycle, with only bizarre and dazzling nights, only noisy and chaotic nights, no longer any relaxation or tranquility, no longer any casualness or serenity. In such a space where pursuit outweighs reflection, and luxury outweighs simplicity, it is inevitable for a person to have wild thoughts and chaotic ideas.

Now, for some reason, Ms. Yao has forgotten the joy and pride of "money makes everything." She desperately wants to find her daughter and apologize, saying it's all her fault, and she only now understands that being a mother is more important than making money. She also wants to beg her husband's forgiveness; it's all her fault, and even if they can never get back together, she wants to atone for her sins. Now, she misses them more than ever, and longs to be with them forever. If she could be with them, she would sell her company; she would rather spend every day, every month, every year with them.

If you're with your husband and daughter, how could someone grab your neck in the middle of the night?

She suddenly felt that she was a failure as a woman, a complete failure.

Yao Yulan cried so hard it shook the heavens and the earth.

However, the strange incident that Yao Yulan encountered did not disappear just because she went into hiding.

The story spread like wildfire, and many people learned of the version of the tale. Some said that a group of people now specialize in breaking into homes at night, entering through windows and doors while people are asleep, stealing only valuables they can carry, such as cash, rings, necklaces, watches, luxury cigarettes, and laptops. Others said that a gang of womanizers now specializes in stalking single women, carrying date rape drugs that, when applied to a woman's face, immediately render her unconscious, and then she does whatever they are told.

Yang Ming said it was a pity that Zhao Xiaowei wrote about that case; it should have been a major story, letting her handle it more like a minor incident. This time, upon hearing that someone had broken into a house in Gujing District again in the middle of the night, he immediately began investigating, but he couldn't find Yao Yulan at all, didn't know who she was, and therefore couldn't recall her story. Nevertheless, he quickly produced a report and published it in the local news section of the evening paper.

A suspicious man mysteriously broke into a house and committed another crime.

Ms. Yao fought desperately against the assailant and fled for her life.

{Reported by Yang Ming, this newspaper} Around midnight on Saturday, Ms. Yao was suddenly awakened from her sleep. She clearly saw a hooded assailant enter her bedroom, intending to commit a crime. She immediately jumped out of bed and fought the assailant with her bare hands. Enraged, the assailant revealed his vicious nature and even tried to strangle Ms. Yao. Ms. Yao repeatedly told herself to remain calm and not let the assailant's plot succeed. She fought with all her might, and then, in a moment of quick thinking, kicked the assailant in the groin, driving him into the living room. While the assailant was in pain and unable to fight back, she snatched one of his white gloves.

The assailant, intimidated by Ms. Yao's fearless demeanor, threatened her with a knife, demanding she open the door so he could escape. Naturally, Ms. Yao resolutely refused, and a fierce struggle ensued. She wrestled the knife from the assailant's hand, cutting her hand and bleeding profusely, but she persisted in her valiant fight, finally driving the assailant out of her home. Her actions taught us a valuable lesson: even the most dangerous criminals are fearful, and as long as we remain calm and rational, we can always find a way to defeat them and save ourselves.

The police arrived at Ms. Yao's home immediately after receiving the report and rescued her in time.

This newspaper reminds all residents of the city to be vigilant, close doors and windows tightly before going to sleep, and never be complacent.

People treated this news just like the first one; nobody took it too seriously, and no one imagined it was the prelude or signal of a sensational case. However, one person paid close attention to both news items, reading each one several times, even dozens of times, discovering many things that excited him. He eagerly awaited a third, a fourth, or even more such news. He really wanted to meet Yang Ming or Zhao Xiaowei.

This person is Jia Damen from the building materials street. I had to put in a lot of effort to interview him.

Story: Where there is life, there is mutual creation.

The boy, Mouse, saw a huge slingshot in his hand. He could launch pebbles incredibly far. With such a powerful slingshot, he feared no one, not even White Dove's gang. *Bang!* A bump the size of an egg swelled up on White Dove's head. She was terrified, not knowing who had hit her, and had even wet her pants. Thinking about White Dove wetting her pants, he chuckled, feeling a warm, itchy sensation in his lower abdomen. "She wet her pants, that's great!" A flash of white light appeared before his eyes, followed by a sharp crack, making him jump involuntarily.

Seeing Teacher Hao standing fiercely in front of him with a pointer, this time it was his turn to wet his pants.

Teacher Hao grabbed his ear and pulled him in front of everyone:

"You stand here and listen to the lesson! All of you, keep an eye on this troublesome student so he doesn't get distracted!"

Sun Xiangdong and his gang exchanged knowing glances, looking as happy as if it were New Year's Day.

Schools are important bastions for spreading proletarian revolutionary thought and cradles for cultivating successors to the proletarian revolution, so leaders from higher levels often come down to inspect the work. Especially when they hear that a class has top-quality clivia plants, leaders are even more willing to visit. This willingness of leaders to come has also encouraged other schools to come and learn from their example.

The homeroom teacher, Ms. Hao, approached the principal to complain that Haozi was daydreaming in class. She said that their class was frequently visited by leaders and other schools, and she was worried that Haozi would seriously damage their class's image and bring shame to the prestigious school. "Could you transfer him to another class?" she asked. The principal thought about it carefully. "I'm afraid that's difficult. If your class doesn't want him, who will?" The principal thought about it again. "I think we should do this: when leaders come, just give him a day off!"

On days when he had class, he always looked forward to Sundays and holidays. But now, his homeroom teacher, Ms. Hao, told him that he would have a holiday tomorrow and that he didn't need to come to class. Tears welled up in his eyes.