Chapter 136: Forgiveness and Blind Guessing

In the hospital, a man was lying on the hospital bed, and beside the hospital bed were a lady and two children.

For children... any time and any place are carefree. Their three views have not been formed, and they lack enough understanding of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

Any place, any time, is not a reason to hinder their play, even in the ward at this time.

Their father was lying on the hospital bed enduring pain, but the two children were laughing and saying something at the end of the bed.

Seven or eight-year-old children, the most innocent and simple time.

The woman by the bed was wearing a tender green dress with a lotus collar. She handed the peeled fruit to her husband, and the man opened his mouth and bit it in small bites.

The fruit juice was very sweet, but he was very painful.

The woman watched her husband eat fruit so difficultly, and her eye sockets became hot again.

From the dress of her and the children, and the fruit basket placed under the bedside table, it can be seen that their family situation is still quite rich.

"How can this terrible person be so cruel, actually hurting you so seriously...", thinking of her receiving the call and rushing over, seeing her husband like a blood man, her legs were soft.

Fortunately, the doctor said that although the injury was very serious, it would not endanger life, which made her breathe a sigh of relief.

Just thinking of the picture at that time, she had a hatred.

The man's expression was very complicated.

At this time, he was beaten and lying on the bed unable to move, and he also began to regret the things that day.

Most people are like this. Before they feel pain, they will never know regret.

Only when it is really painful, painful, will they begin to reflect.

That day he encountered a little trouble, at work.

Some time ago, a sociologist published a very interesting evaluation. He believed that the current federal society is dangerous, and its economic growth rate is constantly accelerating.

And the key role is not like the rapid economic growth period in the past, it is the real economy that is playing a role.

Now the leader of economic growth is the financial field.

Some false things constantly create new highs, breaking people's cognition of value, causing a false appearance of prosperity. He believes that all this is very dangerous.

Because once there is something that needs the Federation to face with hard power, all illusions will be broken.

After this comment, he also said the most dangerous group in the Federation—the middle class.

The middle class has more bank bills and loans than the social bottom, and does not have the anti-risk nature of real rich people facing economic storms.

Once they lose their jobs, it only takes three months for a chain reaction to occur, making them unable to pay so many bills, and then go bankrupt.

Every "watching an opera" they use to enrich themselves will eventually add an extra weight to the straw that crushes them.

They are not just "watching an opera," they will also play golf, tennis, socialize...

The man encountered similar problems. The company encountered a little trouble recently. Large capital wanted to annex them, so that the company's market value was constantly decreasing.

In this barbaric financial era, it is too simple for large capital to annex small capital.

They just released a series of "distrust" views publicly, and the small company's stock would immediately begin to plummet.

Then they can acquire this enterprise whose stock price was obviously manipulated by market sentiment at a price far lower than the market price.

Troublesome things at work, considering the chain reaction brought about by losing a job or income downgrade, he became very irritable.

He was in danger of being fired, and everyone in the company was panicked.

Even when driving a car on the road, when he had to be embarrassed by people, he exploded.

He pushed the door and got out of the car, walked to the car that hadn't moved in front, patted the car window and the roof hard, and threatened the other party with a very fierce expression.

"Either step on your fucking accelerator, or I will step on your face!"

Then... he was hospitalized.

He regretted it a bit now. People who have suffered relatively heavy losses when they calm down will have this kind of emotion, but he won't say it.

Just looking at his wife, trying to comfort her, "The doctor said I'm fine, everything will be fine."

While the couple was communicating, suddenly the door of the ward was pushed open, and a young man wearing a dark windbreaker, also wearing the same color formal clothes inside, wearing a red tie, and wearing a red pocket towel, stood by the door handle, showing a smile.

He looked very handsome when he smiled. The couple's perception of him was quite good. The wife wiped the tears accumulated in her eye sockets, squeezed out a suitable smile to maintain her upbringing as a middle-class family woman, "Sir?"

Lans stood at the doorway and took off his hat. "Is this Mr. Vidar's hospital room?"

In fact, he didn't need to ask to know it was, because the idiot lying on the bed looked just like the injured person Enio had described.

Mrs. Vidar stood up immediately; she realized he had come looking for them. "Yes, please come in. Who are you?"

Lans walked closer. The two children were not very afraid when they saw him; people do not have much fear of handsome men, and instead, they looked at him with curious expressions.

Good family upbringing meant they did not reach out to touch Lans's hat or pat him or anything, which was good.

"I apologize to you for what my brother Enio has done..."

At first, they did not react, but soon the man's emotions became somewhat agitated, and Mrs. Vidar's emotions also flared up.

But the good education she had received since childhood and her "sense of status" made it hard for her to say harsh words, so she could only demand that Lans leave. "You are not welcome here, please leave, sir!"

The two children appeared somewhat at a loss due to their parents' sudden emotional change. Lans did not leave and continued, "I know he did a stupid thing. The incident has already happened, and I want to try my best to make amends."

"I also hope to seek your forgiveness on his behalf!"

The man's voice was not loud. "I will not forgive him. I know what you want to do. I will absolutely not forgive him, and it is even more impossible to reconcile with you."

Lans took a kraft paper envelope out of his overcoat. "There is..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Mr. Vidar said while coughing, "Take your money and leave my room, immediately!"

His wife, while soothing him, looked at Lans. "I am going to call the guards."

Lans raised his hands slightly. "Alright, don't get agitated, I'll leave first..."

After Lans left, Mrs. Vidar even walked to the hallway to take a look, and only after seeing his back was indeed about to leave the hallway did she return to the room.

Mr. Vidar had stopped coughing, but his breathing was slightly heavy.

"He wants me to forgive that murderer. I will absolutely not forgive him!"

"And, dear, don't worry, they will not only cover our medical expenses, but they also need to compensate us with a large sum of money!"

"I was beaten like this by them; they must pay the price for this!"

Understanding and reason are one thing, but if he gave up pursuing accountability just for a little money after being beaten so severely, he couldn't do it.

His wife just looked at him silently, supporting his decision.

In the evening, tortured by fractures, injuries, and constant pain, Mr. Vidar soon fell into a hazy sleep, while his wife tidied up and prepared to leave with the children.

The children still had school tomorrow, and she also needed to go home to prepare food and other things.

She could drive, but she was not skilled at it, and the speed on the road was very slow. She was driving with full concentration when suddenly one of her children sitting in the back seat said to her, "Mom, there is a car that has been following us ever since we left Dad's place."

Mrs. Vidar slammed on the brakes, and the car behind honked its horn and almost crashed into them!

The driver stuck his head out of the car window and cursed; did the drivers in New Jincheng all have bad tempers?

However, when the other party discovered that the driver here was a lady, his temper obviously became a bit better, but he still hoped that she would try not to drive on the road when she was not yet skilled at it.

She looked around nervously. "Where is that car?"

The two children looked around. "It's gone."

Although it was possible the children had seen wrong, after experiencing the afternoon's events, she was still somewhat afraid.

She did not go straight home but went to her parents' house; having her parents there made her feel a little more at ease.

At seven o'clock in the evening, while the family was eating, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Mrs. Vidar became somewhat nervous, but her parents thought it might be the neighbors coming to visit and told her not to be so nervous.

But not long after, he heard a familiar voice.

"I came to talk to you..."

Lans stood at the doorway with a smile. "Just sitting down to have a good talk. No one will get hurt, and no accidents will happen. You can even call the police and let the police protect you here."

"I promise, I just want to talk to you."

Mrs. Vidar's father had more experience, and he asked, "Did you bring a gun?"

Lans pulled back his trench coat, and then his jacket. "No weapons."

The old man considered it for a while and signaled for him to enter.

When Vidar stood at the junction of the dining room and the living room and saw Lans, she clearly felt afraid. "Was it you following us this afternoon?"

Lans shook his head, while her father told her to stop talking first. "Go pour us two cups of coffee."

He and Lans went to the living room and sat on the sofa. "You can tell me what you have to say now."

Lans repeated the words he had said at the hospital. "I just hope to apologize and at the same time strive for your forgiveness."

The old man looked at Lans and asked softly, "Are you a gang?"

Lans did not answer immediately. "That depends on what your definition of a gang is."

The old man took a deep breath. "What do you want to get?"

"A letter of forgiveness."

Mrs. Vidar wanted to say something, but the old man stopped her, did not give her a chance to speak, and told his wife to take their daughter out of the living room.

After watching the two women leave, the old man appeared somewhat helpless. "So actually, we don't have any other choice, after all, you are already sitting across from me."

He was implying that Lans already knew their family situation and might harm them and their family.

It looked like a request, but it was more of a threat.

Lans did not deny it, but he did not admit it either; instead, he used another, more tactful way. "I just hope to let us both get relief from this matter as soon as possible."

"Perhaps I was a bit impatient. If this caused you any trouble, I am very sorry."

The old man thought for a good while. "I will help you persuade them, but I don't guarantee I can do it."

Lans took out the kraft paper envelope and placed it on the table. "There is one thousand here. The medical expense pressure you are facing is very high; you can relieve some of it first..."

The old man refused. "The reason I am persuading them is not for the sake of money; I just don't want more people to get hurt."

"As for medical expenses, I believe the judge will make you give them to us."

He paused. "If this is your goal, then you have accomplished it. Can you let me and my family continue our dinner now?"

Lans thanked the old man for his choice and then left.

After the old man left, Mrs. Vidar came down from upstairs, and she said somewhat complainingly, "You shouldn't have agreed to him."

The old man beckoned to the two children; the two children had not yet realized the seriousness of the situation, just like their mother.

He hugged the two cute children and looked at his daughter. "So you want to go against a gang for the sake of his breath?"

"You can choose not to consider your and his safety; that is your business, but the children are innocent."

"They were able to find us here today and talk to us properly."

"Tomorrow they could find your house and talk to you not so friendly."

"My decades of experience have told me a truth: don't use your own life as the price to verify anything; you cannot afford the failure..."

Mrs. Vidar, in silence, accepted her father's choice.

The next day, Lawyer Luo Ben took his assistant to the hospital to talk to the Vidar couple about the forgiveness matter. This case was reported to the police by a passerby; at that time, Mr. Vidar had already lost the ability to resist, and even lost consciousness.

Therefore, it was classified as a criminal case of serious injury, and criminal cases are prosecuted by the federal prosecution system. In other words, this case was not applicable to out-of-court settlement; in the end, it must be concluded through a court trial.

Lawyer Luo Ben soon obtained Mr. Vidar's letter of forgiveness, when his wife told him about being followed, and even the other party coming directly to their door.

He first felt anger, but soon it turned into fear, and finally, under his wife's persuasion, he agreed to the forgiveness.

And this letter of forgiveness could reduce Enio's prison sentence by at least one year or more!

The remaining procedures would be relatively simple. Since both sides had no objections to the incident process, and Mr. Vidar admitted that his attitude was not very friendly, the court decided to hold the trial on November 30th, with one week left.

In these few days, Lans's name began to spread among more Imperial people. Mr. Bodun indeed had some problems sometimes, but he was not completely useless; at least in the matter of spreading news, he did quite well.

Through his diligent promotion, more Imperial people knew that there was such a gentleman willing to provide funding for Imperial students who came to the Empire, could get into college, but had no funds to attend college.

This was definitely good news. According to unofficial statistics from the authorities, there were about 1.2 million Imperial immigrants with legal status within the federal territory, and it was still continuously increasing.

As for immigrants without legal status, firstly, it could not be counted, and secondly, it was also increasing more and more.

Whether to seek wealth or to escape the war in their home country, this was a very suitable good place.

These people more or less had relationships among them, just like that neighbor who washed dishes; he brought his neighbors from the Empire to immigrate to the Federation, and they would keep in touch.

And these later immigrants would also form social circles with other immigrants to exchange information.

Plus, Lans was essentially "giving away money," so the news spread very quickly, and everyone was discussing the authenticity of this matter.

After all, going to college was not a small expense; one had to prepare at least five hundred a year to meet a college student's expenses.

They didn't quite believe someone was so kind-hearted, but they hoped it was all true.

The news naturally reached the ears of the Kamila gang. Heile sat in his office, and in front of him were two low-level gang members who were telling him about the topic they had heard.

One of them said: "Lans said that as long as you can get into college, he will not only cover the tuition but also give a house next to the college for the student to live in..."

Another person added: "I also heard it was like that. I also heard that if you have good grades in college, you will also be given a car worth more than a thousand."

The first person to speak nodded repeatedly. "Yes, there are also cash rewards, adding up to three thousand!"

Heile watched them describe "going to college" as a dual leap of class and wealth in a short while, and couldn't help but start to ponder.

He let the two leave first and dialed a phone number. "Have you heard about that Lans matter recently... how much money do you think he has... no, I'm just asking, feeling curious."

"After all, it's not easy for a friendly rich person to appear among us Imperial people... don't worry, it won't... do you know what the situation is with this group of theirs?"

"... Oh, so that's it. I thought they had some special background; it turns out they are all illegal immigrants and ordinary people. Thanks, I know now!"

He hung up the phone with a chuckle. He had previously decided to get back the money he lost from these people like Lans, but he was a bit impatient now.

The more famous Lans became, the more negative impact his actions might bring, and at the same time, as Lans really became richer and richer, the success rate of his actions would only become lower and lower.

In addition, he also realized that Lans's way of spending money to buy fame was worth learning!

It is said that the Kamila gang's reputation is very bad; if he could also fund some people to go to college, wouldn't his fame get better!