Jiang Ran said, "Maybe she didn't want to tell you and make you worry. It's actually a problem with her relationship."
Xiao An started sobbing again.
Perhaps she had this kind of suspicion in her heart, but it was just confird by an outsider like Jiang Ran.
"Even if she had relationship problems with her boyfriend, why commit suicide in our gym? The boss was pretty good to her, this is just causing trouble for our gym!"
"Now it's great, with soone dead, I don't know if our gym can survive this crisis."
Suddenly, a man's voice ca from behind.
Jiang Ran turned around and saw a bespectacled middle-aged man.
This bespectacled middle-aged man was the manager of this gym.
He had just finished dealing with mbership cancellations outside and was now coming in to drink so water and rest a bit, preparing to face the possibility of even more cancellations coming next.
"It should be relationship problems. Didn't the deceased and her boyfriend et at the gym? This place was the start of her dream, so the dream should end here too."
Jiang Ran put his hands in his pockets.
The manager was very dismissive. "Whatever the reason, I only look at the result. The result now is that our gym is screwed."
Jiang Ran smiled and said goodbye to Xiao An.
He left the gym.
After leaving, Jiang Ran stared at the azure blue sky overhead. In the sky, besides white clouds, there were only white clouds.
A long ti later, he finally said one sentence: "It absolutely cannot be suicide."
...
Alice Apartnt.
Building No. 1, Room 502.
Zhang Le was wildly beating his white bone drum set.
His skill at playing the drums was very high, at least not inferior to a professional.
But as he played, his mood beca increasingly off.
It was as if he had thought of sothing that made him furious.
Finally, he viciously threw the two white bone drumsticks in his hands onto the ground.
His face was extrely ferocious.
Fragnts kept flashing through his mind.
In these fragnts, the main characters were him and another clean-cut, handso boy.
Their ages back then were like a dream.
From six or seven years old, all the way to over twenty.
In the later parts of this period, there were different podiums, like for music competitions.
And on the podium, the one always standing in the highest position was that clean-cut boy.
As for him... his best result was second place, and his worst couldn't even get him onto the podium.
This continued until a scene from when they were over twenty.
This seed to be in soone's bedroom.
Zhang Le, in his twenties, was holding a baseball bat, the bat stained with blood.
He stared angrily and fearfully at the clean-cut boy lying in a pool of blood on the ground, barely alive.
"Damn it, thinking about him again."
Zhang Le stood up, rushed to the balcony window, and slowly let out a breath.
"He's already dead, killed by my own hands. That's already in the past. So why, after all these years, can I still not forget?"
His furrowed brows could crush a walnut.
He finally relaxed when he heard his phone receive a ssage.
The ssage was from that female university student, Liu Xiao, sent to him via WeChat.
The ssage was roughly about that matter he asked Liu Xiao to inquire about for him. Of course, that was just a pretext.
"Co to my place. Regarding your school's music club or sothing, I have more detailed questions. It's better to talk in person. Of course, I'll give you another 50 yuan as paynt."
Zhang Le's goal was to lure that person into his ho.
Not this.
He thought it was a sure thing.
But who knew, the other side typed back:
"Sorry, I don't have ti. Besides, I've already told you everything I found out. Even if I ca to your place, I wouldn't have anything more to answer."
The other side's reply was beyond Zhang Le's expectation. It felt like the other side knew his sche.
"Did she discover sothing?"
Zhang Le couldn't figure it out, but he felt that Liu Xiao probably couldn't be tricked anymore.
Are university students these days all so vigilant?
It shouldn't be. People like this group who haven't truly entered society and been tempered should be the easiest to fool.
"Then I'll trick that Wen Huiqiao."
Zhang Le quickly made up his mind, giving up on Liu Xiao. He used his phone to add Wen Huiqiao as a friend on WeChat.
Directly targeting this older person with rich social experience might have unexpectedly good results.
Sure enough, he was added very quickly.
After being added, he sent a ssage to the other side: "Hello, my na is Zhang Le. I was also at that welco party. I heard you're into financial investnt, so I'd like to consult you about this. Is that okay?"
After typing, Zhang Le took a screenshot of the balance in one of his bank cards—over two million yuan—and sent it over.
Zhang Le could be considered a person with a bit of money.
The other side replied quickly: "Okay, absolutely no problem. Do you want to invest these 2 million yuan?"
Zhang Le: "Yes, but I don't really understand investnt matters. Do you have any recomndations?"
Imdiately after, Wen Huiqiao sent a voice ssage talking at length about various thods for investing 2 million yuan.
After listening, Zhang Le sent a ssage back: "It sounds so complicated. Communicating by phone is quite difficult, hard to explain clearly. So, could you co to my place so we can talk face to face?"
Zhang Le felt it should probably work, right?
After all, he had practically thrown these 2 million yuan in the other person's face.
The result was sothing he never expected: "I don't have ti today. Let's pick a ti later!"
Wen Huiqiao actually refused him!
This left Zhang Le utterly dumbfounded.
Wen Huiqiao on the other end of the phone was still lying in bed at this mont.
The blanket wrapped around her sexy, delicate body.
Wen Huiqiao put down her phone and said disdainfully, "A re 2 million yuan, and you want to go to your place for a face-to-face talk? Are you dreaming?"
For many inexperienced young girls who like money,
a man flashing a bank card balance of 2 million yuan,
nine tis out of ten, it's a sure thing.
After all, having that much liquid cash in one card ans total assets are definitely much more.
But for soone like Wen Huiqiao, who has seen "big brothers" and scooped big money from their hands, 2 million yuan, she really doesn't care.
She rembers when she was young, one "big brother" directly bought her a luxury car worth nearly 2 million yuan.
It's just that later, she herself sold it off piece by piece to pay other debts.
"Ah, sleep, sleep. That guy exhausted for so long yesterday, I'm dead tired. I'm really getting old after all."
Wen Huiqiao turned over, closed her eyes, and her body sank back into sleep.
...
Round 30, Day 4, a little past 7 AM.
The ditation session from 3 AM until now ended.
Jiang Ran got up from bed, feeling only that his spirit was invigorated.
"Still, the energy is most vigorous when you're in your teens."
People in their twenties and thirties, according to the current human lifespan in the world, are still considered young.
But, even if you're in your twenties now, ask yourself honestly, is your physical condition, especially your energy levels, as abundant as when you were in your teens?
Many professional athletes, clearly very young in their twenties, are already considered veterans facing retirent.
This is an ironclad fact.
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