Chapter 1236: The Farm of Justice (Part 35)

In the office on the top floor of Wei En Tower, Thomas looks at the financial report in his hand with a heavy expression, while the financial director standing in front of the desk has a worse expression than Thomas, which can be said to have already worried his hair white.

"Mr. Wei En, the company's financial situation this quarter is already very worrying. I know you are actively looking for income, but the shortage of liquid funds has already caused the company's multiple businesses to shrink..."

"Alright, I know. Find a way to hold on for another quarter. By the way, send over the data for those projects still in the expansion period. I'll see if there's anything else that can be optimized."

At this time, the door is knocked, and a middle-aged lady wearing a professional suit walks in. She nods to the financial director and looks at Thomas: "Mr. Wei En, I'm sorry, I have to remind you that your personal doctor called again to emphasize that you cannot work without sleep for three consecutive days. This could be life-threatening for you."

Thomas lowers his eyelids and says: "I am very clear about my physical condition, but now there are more important things waiting for me to solve. I must seize all time. Alright, go help me get the data."

Thomas stands up and walks to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down with his hands in his suit pockets. The lady takes a step forward, walks to his opposite side, looks at him, and says: "Thomas, we have known each other for almost twenty years. This time, learning you were back, both Herman and I were very happy."

"Of course, Melinda, you are the best personal assistant I have ever met, and you helped the Wei En family quite a bit after I left. But I didn't expect you to choose to be with Herman in the end. Back then, I thought that old German would be the winner."

Thomas reveals a trace of a smile, looking at Melinda and teasing, but this lady with a serious face has no intention of joking at all. She stares into Thomas's eyes and says: "Thomas, look at what you are doing now. You are committing suicide."

"In the trash bag of the cleaner who walked out of your office, there are more than a dozen cans of energy drinks. You didn't dare let me continue to be your personal assistant just because you knew I wouldn't allow you to have more than a dozen cups of coffee in one day. Do you think you are still a young man in his early twenties?"

"I know I'm not young." Thomas tilts his head slightly and says: "But I wasted too much time. I must make up for it now. Even if it's not to make up for my own regrets, I will absolutely not allow my life's hard work to end in poverty and ruin."

Melinda lowers her head and sighs: "Little Wei En is not doing poorly, it's just that he wants too much."

After saying this, this lady, on whose face the traces of her youthful beauty can still be vaguely seen, turns to look at the city outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

It is raining in Cat Getan again today, just like every other day. Thick dark clouds climb over from the skyline, pressing down on everyone's heads. The dense rain lines are like chains binding souls. Every pedestrian walking on the road is walking on a musical score playing sad music, their footsteps heavier than the fingers of a piano master pressing heavy notes.

"Do you think what he is doing is a futile effort?" Thomas lowers his brows and asks while looking at the person opposite from above his eyes.

"I know what he is doing is beneficial, but I can't see the end on this road. Such a great price can only be exchanged for tiny changes. Perhaps these changes will eventually fade and rot with time, returning to the starting point." Melinda shakes her head and says.

"If you had experienced more desperate moments, you would know how surprising these tiny changes are." Thomas's gaze looking at the city has no sadness or despair. What is contained in those somewhat aged eyes is a surprise that others cannot understand, just like seeing the first tender sprout growing after spring plowing.

"Can this city still be any worse?" Melinda reveals a bitter smile and says.

"Of course, you can't imagine how rotten it can be."

"But I still don't agree with you doing this. You should cherish this life you picked up after surviving death."

"The meaning of life is not in its length."

Melinda looks at the sophistical Thomas, both angry and helpless. Just as the two were still arguing about this problem, suddenly the indoor light became brighter.

Both were stunned for a moment. The first reaction was to turn and look at the ceiling light in the office, but the light didn't change at all, or rather, the light seemed even dimmer because the light shining in from outside the window was brighter.

The figure in front of the window turned in shock. Melinda instinctively blocked her eyes with her arm. Her pupils couldn't adapt to such dazzling light, and tears were shed in an instant.

Thomas was more like a vampire about to be melted by the sun. He could be said to have retreated a few steps in a somewhat flustered manner, hiding in the shadows of the edge wall. But soon, these shadows disappeared.

The sunlight shining in through that huge, almost borderless floor-to-ceiling window made the darkness have nowhere to hide, and all the furniture in the room was illuminated until only a dazzling white remained.

Facing the intense light, Thomas saw through the gaps of his fingers used to block the sun that in the center of the thick dark clouds, a bright spot spread out, and layers of ripples swayed, dispelling the darkness, and the heavenly light descended.

The bright sunlight at noon shone in along the circular hole in the clouds. At this moment, people finally understood what the shape of light really was.

The cylindrical beam of light projected to the center of the city, then became larger and larger, sweeping across the entire city like a storm.

Cat Getan, which had just rained, had all its buildings washed very clean by the rain. When the sunlight shone on them, they were as brilliant as diamonds scattered on the earth.

When the moist air was scorched by the sunlight, the smell of that unique fresh air after the rain rushed into the nasal cavity, like a blues saxophone piece played to the middle section.

In the bright daylight that had never descended on this city, everyone's panicked expressions were illuminated clearly. After the temporary blindness brought by the intense light disappeared, everyone on the street stood on the spot, at a loss.

They looked somewhat sluggishly at the water puddles shining in the sunlight, the water droplets refracting starlight on the road signs, and the shadows that were tiny to the point of being imperceptible but very rich under the shop windows at the corner.

Everyone also very uniformly made one action, which was to look up at the sky and look directly at the sun.

No one knew whether the tears they always contained in their eyes came from the bright celestial body hanging high in the sky, or perhaps from the hot and surging heart beating in their chests on this ordinary afternoon when a heavy rain stopped.

Thomas looked blankly out the window, standing in front of the glass window at the highest point of the city, the streets and alleys that were as exquisite as models in the sunlight hadn't even appeared in his dreams.

Thus, this man in his fifties, like a little boy who saw the toy he dreamed of in a shop window for the first time, stood on tiptoe on the spot, turned around in a flustered manner, pushed away the chair blocking his way, and rushed out of the office door.

He couldn't remember the location of the elevator and stairs at all, and had long thrown his hidden identity to the back of his mind, just instinctively rushing toward the brightest window in the corridor, gathering strength to jump, and leaping out.

The grappling hook that flew out drew an arc in the azure sky. The heat brought by the sunlight shining on Thomas made him clearly feel the existence of the wind at high altitude.

He was like a free-soaring bird, falling from the high building, then swinging high. When standing on the edge of the roof again, Thomas stretched out a hand, feeling he could reach the sun.

This warm and hot star had never been so close to him.

How many stars are there in this universe, none can compare to humanity's preference for the sun, and none can compare to the sun's preference for humanity. The most romantic poems humanity sings to the sun are all written about them illuminating each other.

Thomas stood quietly on the roof like this, but still felt a kind of indescribable emptiness. Thus, he jumped down again and rushed to the street.

The water splashed by the out-of-control car when turning landed on him. He didn't dodge, because he saw that the splashed water droplets looked like scattered pearls when flying into the air.

Suddenly, a kind of urgent emotion filled Thomas's heart. He started to sprint on the street, not caring at all about the muddy water splashing on his trouser legs.

Rushing straight across the street and stopping at the intersection, Thomas turned his head left and right, then captured the thing he was looking for within the range of his vision, swung his arms quickly, took steps, and rushed to a red telephone booth.

Thomas opened the door of the telephone booth with somewhat violent movements, took the receiver with trembling hands, and then pressed the dial button with equally trembling fingertips.

At this moment, he stopped there as if he had been pressed the pause button. Thomas swung his fist hard, smashed a punch on the glass of the telephone booth, gritted his teeth, and cursed in a low voice.

He looked back at the bright sky above the alley again and whispered: "Bruce, Bruce, where are you?"

Thomas walked out of the telephone booth. When he looked into the distance again, he saw the new buildings connected in pieces in the East District on the azure skyline.

Suddenly, Thomas's tense arms relaxed, and the anxious emotion disappeared. He was no longer in a hurry to let Bruce see all this.

Because he saw children running past in groups in the corridors of those buildings, their laughter and screams mixed together, more intense than the exclamations.

These newly born spring sprouts didn't stay for more than a minute for this sudden good weather, and then went to do their own things laughing and playing.

Because they lived in a stable, spacious building with many lights, for them, light was not a luxury that was hard to see.

Thomas, who had exhausted all his strength, leaned against the moist brick wall, breathing fresh air in large gulps, nervous and embarrassed as if he had only realized today that he could breathe.

Barry lay on the railing of the Rodriguez Manor roof, looking at the dark clouds slowly closing after the energy was withdrawn, and said somewhat regretfully: "Pity, this consumes too much energy and is not permanent."

"Perhaps, for this group of vampires in Cat Getan, basking in the sun for one hour every day is what they want." Lex also lay on the railing and said: "Not only is there sunshine, but energy is also saved, and it also allows me to write one more chapter of the necessity argument thesis."

"However, Professor, do you really not plan to let Bruce come back and take a look?" Lex turned to look at Schiller standing on the side and asked: "Didn't he dream of seeing sunshine in Cat Getan?"

"Then he can go dream."

The last ray of sunlight shone on Schiller's gray pupils. Looking in along the layered patterns, the center was a deep, bottomless, rich black.

Bruce climbed up from the black hole, walked to the elevator familiarly, pressed the button, and after the door opened, walked in.

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Soon, with a "ding-dong," the elevator door opened. Bruce walked out of the elevator, bypassed a turn along the circular corridor, turned inward from the second intersection, and arrived in front of a room door.

"Password." Schiller's slightly indifferent voice came.

"I hate theses."

With a "click," the room door opened. After Bruce walked into the room, he turned around and took a book from the bookshelf beside the bed.

When the pages were flipped open, his figure disappeared. When he appeared again, a bright city appeared before his eyes.

Above the Vikara Village in Mexico, Clark carefully held Bruce, turned his head to complain to Diana who was flying on the side:

"... I just said his injury hadn't fully healed and he couldn't stay up late to work. Sure enough, just resting on the field ridge for a while, he fell asleep like this."

Diana shook her head somewhat helplessly, followed Clark's gaze, and looked at Bruce's face.

The young man's long eyelashes trembled slightly in the wind, his brows and eyes lowered, just like a baby making a faint snoring sound in a cradle, sleeping very soundly. ===== CHAPTER 1237 =====