Continuing my bizarre experiences under the big boss
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I have completely lost the trust of the boss, and the organization has begun to treat me coldly. I know that I can never return to that circle.
In early 2024, I quietly left Nanjing and returned to my hometown in Jiangxi, carrying a body full of fatigue and a meager amount of savings, and started to replan my life.
Back in Ji'an, I opened a small restaurant, barely maintaining business with the cooking skills I honed in Shenzhen. The past experiences felt like a dream, magical yet dangerous. I occasionally think of the training ground in Shunyi, Beijing, the faces of those mercenaries, and the piles of Maotai and antiques in the boss's villa. But more often, I am grateful that I can still stand in the sunlight, living an ordinary yet solid life.
Reality tells me that the so-called ceiling has never been within reach. Behind it are countless intertwined interests, betrayals, and risks. And I ultimately chose the ordinary, but I also chose freedom.
It’s late at night, the last table of customers in the small restaurant left drunkenly, I wipe the table and my gaze falls on the old TV in the corner. The news is reporting on the unfinished project in the Nanjing Liuhe hot spring resort, several officials have been taken away for investigation, but the details are vague.
My heart tightened, I turned off the TV, locked the door, and returned to the small compartment in the back kitchen. The USB drive I brought back from Nanjing is hidden in a secret compartment under the bed, containing copies of the resort’s accounts and some snippets of conversations I secretly recorded in the Shenzhen villa. I thought that by escaping back to my hometown in Jiangxi, I could shake off that magical life, but the shadow of the boss is always with me.
Half a month ago, a strange number sent a text: “Don’t think hiding will solve anything, the boss wants you back in Beijing.” I didn’t reply, changed my sim card, but always felt someone was watching me from the shadows. Yesterday, the owner of the liquor store across the restaurant casually mentioned that a stranger in a suit has been inquiring about me.
I lit a cigarette, my thoughts returning to the last few months in Nanjing Liuhe. At that time, I vaguely sensed that the boss was not just a retired major general; his background was like a huge net, enveloping me and suffocating me.
To be continued
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