My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 562 I Still Want to Be His Role Model

Chapter 562: Chapter 562 I Still Want to Be His Role Model

The men who were just now flaunting their power in front of Han Fei had all been scared senseless, and the women who had been shouting loudly had forgotten to cry; they had just brushed past the God of Death.

Everyone had already stepped aside, and those voices had all disappeared. Han Fei really wanted to bandage Li Guo’er’s wounds at that moment, but public opinion is a fearsome thing. If the onlookers saw this scene, they would surely spin even more outrageous rumors, which would only harm Li Guo’er.

"Group leader, you should go upstairs first. There are still many matters waiting for you at the company; don’t delay any longer out here."

"Thank you."

"Don’t mention it. If it weren’t for you saving me that day, how could I be here?"

Li Guo’er found her glasses in the car while waiting for the police, and Han Fei tore down the banner with Fu Yi’s photo from the minibus and took the elevator upstairs.

Upon reaching the company floor, as soon as the elevator doors opened, Han Fei heard people discussing him.

The entire company was already aware of his situation, and Han Fei realized he wouldn’t be able to continue working there anymore.

President Zhao Qian had already made it clear that in order to prevent Fu Yi from tarnishing the reputation of the "Eternal Life" game, the senior management would definitely sever ties with Fu Yi immediately.

Back in his familiar office, Han Fei looked at his subordinates. Unlike other office workers who crowded around the windows to watch the excitement, Han Fei’s subordinates were all at their desks, advancing the game’s progress, as if they hadn’t heard the sounds from the loudspeakers downstairs.

"Group leader, we worked through the night. The front-end program testing has already begun." Brother Jia Shu stood up from his seat, his eyes red with bloodshot and looking exhausted.

"From now on, you’ll need to take on the heavy responsibilities. It’s your game; don’t let others meddle in it." Han Fei glanced at his computer. He hadn’t left much for the company except that horror romance game, plus a nearly completed save file of Plants vs. Zombies and four hundred thousand Joy Beans.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The knocking sounded, and Zhang Yu appeared at the door, taking pleasure in Han Fei’s misfortune, "Sister Qian is looking for you."

"I know. I’ll be right there."

What was bound to come, would come. Han Fei took off his work badge and entered President Zhao Qian’s office.

President Zhao Qian was somewhat different today. She signaled for Han Fei to close the door and leaned on her desk with both hands for a long time before saying her first words, "You’re such a smart and selfish person; why did you choose the stupidest path? Don’t you know what kind of person Du Shu is?"

"President Zhao, I just came to report to you about my daughter and her mother." Han Fei had not called Zhao Qian the night before. He had already foreseen what would happen today, and Zhao Qian probably had too, which is why she had asked for the report last night, so she could help Han Fei a bit with his situation overnight.

"Go on, how did you talk with them?"

"I will take out 720,000 to treat Fu Yi’s illness. Moving forward, I will take on the responsibilities I’ve evaded before."

"720,000?" Zhao Qian looked up at Han Fei, "I remember that you haven’t even finished paying off your mortgage. Where did you get so much money?"

"I will try my best to gather it."

"What will you use to try your best?" Zhao Qian sighed, "I just received a notice from above. They are asking me to fire you immediately. With this incident, you’ve become a joke in the industry, and after leaving the company, no other game company will dare to hire you."

President Zhao Qian had once wanted to kill Fu Yi, but now, seeing Fu Yi look like a beaten dog, she didn’t feel any pleasure from revenge.

She didn’t even understand why, maybe because Fu Yi had changed significantly recently.

"At middle age, having lost the work skills you rely on for living, needing to support parents above and raise three children below, while bearing the high mortgage and gathering medical expenses for your daughter, can you handle it?" Zhao Qian’s words were very realistic.

"I have once seen the most desperate future, so I know that the choices I’m making are the right ones." Han Fei placed his work badge on Zhao Qian’s desk, "As long as I’m alive, things will gradually change, and Fu Sheng won’t be picked by that black box."

Zhao Qian couldn’t understand what Han Fei was talking about. She took out a document from her drawer and handed it to Han Fei, "This is your dividend from the production of that game. My share will be transferred directly into this card. You can open it after you get home."

"President Zhao..." Han Fei didn’t refuse; he really needed the money.

"After the procedures are completed, you will no longer be my subordinate. Just call me Zhao Qian," she said, waving her hand and then she lowered her head to continue with her work.

Carrying the document, Han Fei walked out of the office. Zhang Yu and many colleagues were eavesdropping. They were holding coffee and standing at the doorways of their respective offices.

"Fu Yi, with your talent, you could become a top designer at any company. Leaving here isn’t your loss; it’s the company’s loss, hahaha." Zhang Yu was in a very good mood. He and Fu Yi were the most outstanding employees of the same period, but from the moment he joined the company, he was always overshadowed by Fu Yi, whether it was in awards or promotions. Whenever the company undertook a project, it was Fu Yi who was responsible for the highest quality projects while he had to assist or handle lesser projects.

Looking around the entire company, Zhang Yu should be the happiest person with Fu Yi’s departure, as he had thoroughly vented his frustration.

Facing Zhang Yu’s mockery, Han Fei just gave a faint smile. He had worked many jobs before, and wherever he worked, he barely left any survivors. Calculating the time, that ghost filled with hatred should be arriving soon.

"Come on, I’ll take you to do the paperwork. As a veteran employee, how could you not have this small privilege?" Fu Yi was very good to his subordinates, never sparing any effort to secure benefits for them, but this caused dissatisfaction among other departments’ employees, especially Zhang Yu’s subordinates.

As the saying goes, when the wall falls, everyone pushes. They all ran out to watch the excitement and see Fu Yi’s embarrassing situation.

"I heard about your wife and kids, plus the mortgage and your daughter’s medical bills. What would you do if you can’t find a new job?" Zhang Yu pretended to be considering Han Fei’s situation, "Don’t take it to heart, I mean just in case."

"Jobs are still easy to find, no need for you to worry." Han Fei returned to his office to start packing up his things, while Zhang Yu stood waiting at the doorway.

"It’s a pity, I’ve been looking at houses in your neighborhood recently. I was thinking of buying one and becoming your neighbor. Looking at you now, it seems you won’t make it until I move in." Leaning against the doorframe, Zhang Yu appeared to be lamenting for Fu Yi.

"Are you done speaking? If so, leave!" Brother Jia Shu, usually smooth, seemed provoked as he stood up and closed the office door.

"I’m just concerned about him," Zhang Yu’s laughter came from outside. "Fu Yi, if you’re planning to default on that house, consider me. We’re colleagues after all, this would be me helping you out."

Han Fei stood beside the office desk. In the past, when he saw others resigning, they would pack various items in a cardboard box, but he found he had nothing to take with him.

He found a black bag and put his lunchbox and water bottle inside. He then opened drawers and cabinets, taking headphones, data cables, and several books.

"In the past, it was always the company that collapsed before me. The identity Fu Yi truly brought me many novel experiences."

Carrying the bag, Han Fei left the office. It didn’t take him long to complete the resignation process.

He had intended to wait for Li Guo’er, but she and a few other extras blocking the door had been taken away by the police station.

Leaving through the company’s back door, Han Fei looked at the bustling street where everyone was busy with their own matters, pushing forward towards their goals.

"I have never looked at life from this perspective before."

Shrine Memory World had provided Han Fei with unique life experiences. He had merged into other people’s memories and seen different worlds.

It was precisely these trials that had allowed him to master Master-level Acting at a young age.

"Where to next?" Han Fei, holding the black plastic bag, walked towards the Lower District.

In the Mirror God Memory World, he had systematically learned gang management and operations from Brother Snake, which could also be converted into wealth at many times.

"My health is getting worse; I feel somewhat insecure."

Han Fei walked on the street where, just two hours earlier, he had been surrounded and angrily cursed by a crowd. Now, no one cared about him, and no one came forward to question him.

Time passed, and the pain ultimately remained in the hearts of those involved; onlookers would soon forget everything.

On the way to the Lower District, Han Fei received a call from Qiangwei. After much deliberation, he decided to act against Du Shu.

At Han Fei’s suggestion, the group of players planned to kidnap Du Shu from the Plastic Surgery Hospital and confine her in Paradise.

The longer the delay, the higher the degree of temporal distortion, and the slimmer the chances the players had of succeeding.

Even under the current circumstances, the players only had one chance to act. If they failed, given the Du family’s influence in this city, whether the players could survive and escape was a question.

"Once Du Shu is kidnapped, I’ll try to enter the Plastic Surgery Hospital. I need to figure out what secrets it hides and why it became Fu Sheng’s obsession."

At noon, Han Fei arrived in the Lower District. He did not rush to act but instead went around gathering information.

The Lower District, unlike Shahe’s downstream in the Mirror God Memory World, was home to several groups, none of whom could completely suppress the others. This situation seemed deliberately managed to facilitate control.

"Can you call your boss out? I’d like to ask some questions." Han Fei, dressed in a suit and wearing a designer watch, looked every bit the corporate elite.

"We don’t do business during the day; you better come back at night," the waiter cautiously told Han Fei. "These old alleys are haunted during the day; you’d better stick to the main roads."

"I’ve only heard of night hauntings. What’s this about day hauntings?"

"It’s true, really spooky," he replied.

"Never mind that, just call your boss over."

Seeing Han Fei’s distinctive demeanor, the waiter dared not cause trouble and quickly ran upstairs.

Shortly after, a middle-aged man wearing glasses came down. He didn’t look like a gang member; instead, he seemed like a university professor who studied ancient history.

"How should I address you?"

"Qin Wen."

About half an hour later, Han Fei walked out of the establishment; Qin Wen had told him both bad and good news.

The bad news was that the various forces in the Lower District were actually working for the Du family. The shop owner put it bluntly: they were nothing but dogs raised by the Du family, and the occasional fights were merely for scraps in the bowl. As long as no major incidents befell the Du family, none of them dared to make rash moves.

The good news was that no one wanted to remain subordinate forever. As the cake was sliced thinner, these people grew increasingly dissatisfied with the Du family.

"Even the gangs in the Lower District have intricate ties with the Du family; they have influence in both the underworld and the legit world!"

Unable to "borrow" money by simple means, Han Fei carried his bag and slowly walked around. When he passed a gold shop, he took a few extra glances inside.

"Calm down, this isn’t something a comedy actor should be doing."

No one wanted to believe that the most reliable and greatest father in their eyes was a criminal. Han Fei was well aware of this. Although he was now facing despair imposed by the whole world, he had not collapsed; he still wanted to be Fu Sheng’s example.