Chapter 25： Zhuang Li: There is no compromise in my dictionary. (1/2)

The 7480 was seriously provoked by Zhuang Li, and a cold hum raised the decibel of the noise to an unbearable level.

Xuan Ming, who was closest to Zhuang Li, almost covered his ears and groaned. For a moment, he felt that his brain was about to boil. This was a resonance phenomenon caused by infrasound waves, and it was the same principle as heating in a microwave oven.

In other words, the human brain is like an egg in a microwave oven in infrasound waves, and it will explode with a bang when the resonance reaches a certain level.

Xuan Ming held his forehead, gritted his teeth silently, and at the same time did not forget to look back at Little Curly Hair.

Zhuang Li's footsteps stopped suddenly, but his voice could not hear the slightest pain: "Dad, you are waiting for me in the car, and I will send it to President Xuan." He threw the car keys away.

This is a Rolls Royce key! Zhuang Dahai hurried to pick it up, but in the panic, he didn't realize that his son's face was whiter than paper.

Xuan Ming originally wanted to send the little curly hair to the villa, and then stay for a meal, but at this time he couldn't speak. He understands that sending himself is fake, and finding a place to slowly hide the pain is the real thing. Little Curly Hair doesn't want his father to worry about him, he is really filial.

Zhuang Dahai rushed towards the Rolls Royce, but Zhuang Li turned around and pushed Xuan Ming in front of a green belt. If it weren't for the weight of his entire body being supported by the handle of the wheelchair, he might have collapsed within a few steps.

Xuan Ming could hear the sound of his breathing, and tilted his head slightly. The blue blood vessels floating on the back of his pale hand also came into view.

When the two reached a secluded place, several bodyguards tried to surround them, but Xuan Ming waved his hand away. The little curly hair must not want more people to find his embarrassment.

Zhuang Li walked around the wheelchair and stood face to face with Xuan Ming, his head tilted towards the flower bed and lowered slightly.

7480 smiled strangely in his mind: "Host, do you feel comfortable? Do you want me to increase the frequency again? Oh! You have a nosebleed, host. Could it be that I did it? Hee hee hee..."

Two lines of blood flowed from Zhuang Li's nostrils. Since he had already posed, the drops of blood fell down his chin into the green belt, not smearing on the expensive silver-gray suit, nor polluting the road.

Xuan Ming's eyes were deeply hurt by this scene. He hurriedly took out a bag of tissues from his trouser pocket and handed it over, and was about to ask, but saw the little curls gently wave his hand, and the narrow eyes that slanted over showed a cold rejection.

Xuan Ming closed his mouth, but the muscles on the side of his cheek tightened.

"Do you know how I succeeded in starting a business in the first place?" Little Curly Hair wouldn't let him ask, so he didn't ask, but he still had something to say.

Zhuang Li silently looked down at the dripping nosebleed, as if not interested in his topic.

Xuan Ming continued: "I was very ambitious at the beginning. When I first founded Haiming, I wanted to get involved in every business, making both computers and notebooks, and also developing popular products such as mobile phones and MP4s. But the more this happened, the more the company The bigger the losses, the bigger the losses. I wanted to intervene in any field, but I couldn’t do it well in any field. I also rejected the family’s investment, always thinking that I would be able to do it on my own.”

"Later, I went bankrupt and was in debt of more than 80 million, and I lost the money I earned exponentially." Xuan Ming took out an exquisite cigarette case from his jacket pocket, but he didn't dare to open it, he just held it in his hand. play in.

He looked into the distance and sighed: "80 million, how can I pay it back? I can only go home and ask for help. Later, I got 50 million investment from my father, and cut off all other projects, from It started with the simplest integrated circuit board, but slowly helped Hai Ming up."

He turned his eyes back to the pale face of the little curly hair, and sighed: "I can see that you are in a very poor state now, and you must have encountered difficulties. I want to tell you that when your ability reaches the limit, the best The choice is to compromise, not to persevere. As long as people are still there, there is always a chance to come back, don't you think?"

7480 clapped like a seal, "The mission goal is so right! Take a good look at the host, there are reasons why people can become the richest man, you should learn more."

At the same time, it again raised the decibel of the noise.

It seemed that he had become accustomed to such mental damage, and seemed to have drained all the blood that should have been shed. Zhuang Li was slowly wiping the tip of his nose, lips and chin.

He gathered up a ball of tissue paper stained with bright red smudges, threw it into the trash can on the side, turned it around, and supported Xuan Ming's wheelchair with both hands, his waist was low, his head was slightly drooping, and he leaned very close to look at each other.

Xuan Ming seemed to be hugged by him, and his whole body stiffened. He was used to being a high-ranking person, but it was the first time that he was imprisoned with such a strong attitude.

"After a person's head is chopped off, consciousness can remain for a few seconds, do you know that?" Zhuang Li looked into his eyes deeply and asked in a soft voice.

Xuan Ming was forced by the **** breath he kept breathing, and almost tilted his head to avoid it. But then, he was stuck in place by this bizarre question.

"I know, so what?" His eyes were full of doubts. This question seems to have nothing to do with the topic they discussed earlier.

"So, how did this scientific argument come to be?" Zhuang Li raised the corners of his red lips.

Xuan Ming was stunned by his weird smile for a second, and then he was dazed by this question again. Yeah, how did you come to this conclusion? Has anyone done an experiment?

Thinking of this, Xuan Ming felt a chill.

Zhuang Li not only raised the corners of his lips, but even raised his slender eyebrows, "Yes, as you think, some people have done experiments, and they still use their own heads."

He leaned closer, his smile full of wickedness: "There is a biologist named Lavoisier who was framed and sentenced to death. Before going to the guillotine, he was going to use his life for the last experiment to To answer the biggest question entangled in the heart - will people still be conscious after death."

Zhuang Li tapped the end of his eyes with his slender fingertips, and his voice was low and soft: "He made an agreement with the executioner that if he is still conscious after his beheading, he will blink, and the executioner will help him count, How many times did he blink?"

"Guess what?" Zhuang Li tilted his head slightly and stared at Xuan Ming's eyes for a moment.