PFC Chapter 650 Liu Qiang goes to see Yan Jiangshan
Chapter 650 Liu Qiang goes to see Yan Jiangshan
the next day.
Yan Jiangshan slowly awoke. Dazzling white light streamed down from the overhead lamp, and the smell of disinfectant permeated the air. His body felt as if it were being weighed down by something heavy. He could only move slightly, feeling completely powerless.
He turned his eyes slightly and looked around. The medicine in the IV bottle fell drop by drop, making a monotonous sound. The sky outside the window was gloomy, without a trace of sunshine, just like his chaotic and confused heart.
Just then, the ward door creaked open. Yan Jiangshan turned and saw a figure standing at the door. It was Liu Qiang. He had lost a lot of weight, his hair was messy and sticking up, his face still stagnant, and his eyes were filled with hatred.
Liu Qiang walked into the ward with heavy steps, each step a tread on Yan Jiangshan's heart. He was still wearing the old clothes he'd worn since his release from prison, the wrinkled hems bearing the marks of prison life. He walked to the bedside, looking down at Yan Jiangshan, his hands clenched tightly into fists, his knuckles white from the strain.
"Yan Jiangshan, you are really lucky!" Liu Qiang's voice was low and cold, as if squeezed out from between his teeth.
Yan Jiangshan's heart tightened. He wanted to sit up, but he was too weak to move. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked and no sound came out.
"Do you remember the days I was in there?" Liu Qiang stared at Yan Jiangshan intently, the rage in his eyes threatening to devour him. "Twenty years, a full twenty years. During those years, I suffered so much torture in there, and it was all because of you!"
Yan Jiangshan struggled to squeeze out a few words: "Liu Qiang, back then...I was the one who let you down."
"I'm sorry?" Liu Qiang sneered. "Can a simple apology offset the suffering I endured in there?" He became increasingly agitated as he spoke. He suddenly grabbed Yan Jiangshan by the collar with both hands and lifted him off the bed. Yan Jiangshan groaned in discomfort, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Do you know what I think about every day in there? I'm thinking about how to take revenge on you when I get out!" Liu Qiang's face was distorted with anger, and his voice echoed in the small ward.
Yan Jiangshan said weakly: "Liu Qiang, hit me, as long as it can make you feel better."
Liu Qiang loosened his grip, and Yan Jiangshan fell heavily back onto the bed. The intense pain made his vision black out. Liu Qiang paced back and forth in the ward, his breathing rapid, like an enraged beast.
"Over the years, my wife and children have been separated, and my parents died with hatred because of me in prison. Yan Jiangshan, how do you think I should let you go?" Liu Qiang stopped, his eyes filled with anger and helplessness.
Yan Jiangshan closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. He knew that his mistake had cost Liu Qiang dearly, and that he was lying in this hospital bed now was a kind of retribution.
"Liu Qiang, you can do whatever you want as long as you can vent your anger." Yan Jiangshan said in a trembling voice.
Suddenly I recalled what happened thirty years ago.
Yan Jiangshan and Liu Qiang are close friends who grew up together.
He and Liu Qiang also had dreams and were eager to carve out a niche for themselves in this emerging business sector. They scraped together some money and jointly opened a small factory.
Initially, business was slow, orders were few and far between, and cash flow was extremely difficult. They often sat in the dim light, poring over their account books. To save money, they even slept in the factory warehouse. But they never complained, encouraging each other and believing that as long as they persevered, things would eventually turn around.
Fate seemed to have heard their prayers, and by chance, they received a huge order from a well-known company in a big city, which required them to produce a large number of high-quality handicrafts in a short period of time.
This is undoubtedly a timely relief for Yan Jiangshan and Chen Yu. As long as they successfully complete this order, the factory will be able to revive and their dream will be one step closer.
However, the enormous profits, like an invisible vortex, gradually devoured Yan Jiangshan's heart. As the orders progressed, Yan Jiangshan's ambition began to grow. No longer content to share the profits with Chen Yu, he longed to take the wealth for himself. Under the temptation of money, his heart became dark and twisted, and a sinister plan quietly formed in his mind.
Yan Jiangshan deliberately created minor production errors and then shifted the blame entirely to Chen Yu. He approached the company responsible for the order and fabricated a series of lies, claiming that Liu Qiang had cut corners for personal gain, leading to serious quality issues. The company's executive was furious and immediately canceled the order, demanding a substantial penalty.
To make his lies more credible, Yan Jiangshan fabricated some evidence and handed it to the police. After receiving the report, the police quickly launched an investigation. Due to Yan Jiangshan's carefully designed scam, all the evidence pointed to Liu Qiang. Liu Qiang was unable to defend himself and was eventually arrested by the police on charges of commercial fraud.
Ultimately, Liu Qiang was sentenced to prison. As he was loaded onto the prison van, Yan Jiangshan stood among the crowd, watching it depart with a mixture of emotions. While he had profited from the order, he had lost a precious friendship. From then on, Yan Jiangshan was consumed by guilt and self-blame, but nothing could be undone.
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Liu Qiang looked at Yan Jiangshan's frail appearance, and the anger in his heart subsided a little. He took a deep breath and said, "I won't let you go so easily."
At this time, Yan Jiangshan might have been excited, and the instruments on his body began to make sounds.
Liu Qiang was a little panicked.
He hurriedly walked out of the ward.
Left quietly.
Soon the nurse came back.
Seeing that something was wrong with Yan Jiangshan, he was shocked instantly.
Yan Jiangshan lay quietly on the hospital bed, covered with a white quilt. His already pale face became even darker, his brows were tightly furrowed into the shape of a "川" character, and his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, flickering in the dim light.
His breathing was rapid and disordered, and his chest heaved violently, like a wild beast trapped in a cage, struggling desperately for survival.
The nurse's heart suddenly tightened, and the nursing record board in her hand almost slipped. She immediately pushed open the door and walked quickly to the bed.
A pungent smell of medicine and sweat hit him in the face, but he didn't care about that. He reached out and gently held Yan Jiangshan's wrist, wanting to feel his pulse.
However, Yan Jiangshan's pulse was extremely weak, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, with no pattern to follow, like a dying flame that could disappear at any time.