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Chapter 1030 - 1030 994 Life's Hard Don't Tear it Down!

1030: Chapter 994: Life’s Hard, Don’t Tear it Down!

1030: Chapter 994: Life’s Hard, Don’t Tear it Down!

“Courting death guarantees it!”

Wu Jie knew that if Deng Hua and the other person took the initiative to compensate the victims for their financial losses and obtained their forgiveness, they could be treated with leniency.

However, looking at their case, the total of various medical expenses, loss of earnings, car repairs, and so on, even if they sold their two properties, it might still not be enough.

Because even though property prices in Tianyuan were high, several tens of thousands per square meter, the market value of the two properties was over ten million.

But after all, they were mortgaged properties with loans to pay off.

After deducting the bank’s mortgage, the remaining money was meager, and then compensations had to be made…

Clearly, both families had drained their resources, and life would definitely be tough.

Alas!

Wu Jie sighed.

There’s always something detestable about a pitiful person.

Who could be blamed for bringing about this situation?

Initially, when they had abused their powers for personal gain at the company, Wu Jie and Tang Xiao did not pursue legal accountability.

After demoting them, they still planned to give them another chance.

But what happened?

They were asked to help out temporarily at Zhang Hao’s restaurant, and within less than an hour, the two lied and left, running off to Beilong County to join Luo Chenyun in soccer betting, eventually leading to their current predicament…

Wu Jie lit a cigarette and brooded for a while.

After all, having been classmates for four years, seeing the two of them being sent to prison was naturally upsetting.

He could only hope that they would thoroughly reform themselves after this ordeal.

Speaking of Yuan Hao…

In their college dormitory for four, Deng Hua was undoubtedly the one from the wealthiest family, almost a small second-generation rich.

Chen Yong was close behind, while only Wu Jie and Yuan Hao came from remote rural areas where generations had been farmers, incredibly poor.

In comparison, Yuan Hao was even more unfortunate.

He was the eldest in the family; his parents wanted a daughter, ended up having twin brothers instead.

Therefore, for Yuan Hao to attend university, it was the entire village pitching in, along with poverty alleviation loans, and various scholarships…

Given that college education was so hard to come by, Yuan Hao exerted extra effort during his school years.

He never skipped or missed classes, left early, or arrived late.

While others spent their free time playing sports, gaming, or chasing girls, he worked part-time to earn money.

Outstanding in both conduct and academics, he was the only one in the class who was recommended for a master’s program upon graduation.

Wu Jie’s most lasting impression of him was that he always had just a few sets of clothes and shoes, which barely changed throughout the four years of college, wearing a pair of jeans until they faded to white.

His computer, which he used for design and research, was awarded by the school.

For the first three years of college, he used a clunky 2G phone that could hardly do anything but make calls and send messages; it couldn’t even install apps or connect to the internet for entertainment.

In his senior year, just before graduation, Deng Hua’s Apple phone got its screen smashed.

When taken to a second-hand market, the dealer only offered two hundred bucks.

Ultimately, it was simply ‘sold’ to Yuan Hao.

Even though it was ‘sold’, it took a lot of convincing, fully considering his dignity.

They made him believe that a second-hand phone, especially one with a broken screen, naturally depreciates and is only worth two hundred.

Smartphones were the trend, indispensable for all kinds of communications in the future.

With a 2G phone, he couldn’t even use messaging apps.

How would he communicate with his professors and peers during his postgraduate studies?

After much persuasion, they finally got Yuan Hao to agree to buy it.

Earlier on, Wu Jie organized an alumni gathering, and incidentally noticed that Yuan Hao was still using that phone.

In this era, where smartphones rapidly evolve with increasingly elaborate functions and their prices keep dropping,

a broken screen phone can still last two to three years shows extreme frugality.

Moreover…

Studying for a master’s degree was still essentially schoolwork.

Apart from one or two thousand yuan of aid from the state and school, there was no additional income.

With intense academic pressure and multiple research subjects, part-time jobs were out of the question.

With no money, no influential connections, and no background, even graduating with a master’s was tough, let alone a doctorate.

How many nights must one stay up, how many brain cells must die, how many articles and papers must be published, to eventually acquire some knowledge?

Considering Yuan Hao’s habits, he probably saved most of the subsidy to lessen his parents’ financial burden.

Freeze without shielding from the wind, starve but never bow.

Wu Jie couldn’t just give him money directly, so later on, it was through the group’s charitable aid initiative, in the name of education charity, that they provided subsidies to him, still considered a student in poverty.

They also sponsored his research group free of charge, increasing their scientific research funds to make his life a bit easier.

Over the years,

Yuan Hao belonged to those who rarely posted updates or messages, always keeping a low profile, the ‘silent type.’

When Wu Jie first got employed by a Fortune 500 company, he was already ridiculed bitterly in the class group.

Later on, marrying Tang Xiao, becoming what many considered a ‘successful son-in-law’, he faced even more envy.

There were loads of people asking for help, to be treated, to borrow money…

just too many, really.

After Deng Hua and Chen Yong got into trouble, Ding Chun and Fang Yan were all about playing the victims and throwing subtle digs in the group chat, so Wu Jie simply left the group and even cleaned up his contacts, deleting quite a few “Xunxin friends.”

He guessed that Yuan Hao brought himself up like a ghost rising from the dead to message him because he was worried Wu Jie wouldn’t know about their sentences.

How should he put it?

Wu Jie hesitated for a moment before replying to Yuan Hao,

“I hope they can repent and start anew, but what about you, Haozi?

How’ve you been lately?”

Haozi was Yuan Hao’s nickname, and not only because he was dark and thin, but also because he often came home in the middle of the night.

To avoid disturbing his roommates, he would get ready for bed without turning on the lights, making rustling noises that once made everyone think there was a mouse at night, hence the name.

After a while, Yuan Hao replied,

“Not bad, Tianyuan Optoelectronics Automation Institute just hired me.

What about you?”

Wu Jie glanced at the message, squinting through cigarette smoke, and couldn’t help but laugh.

That institute…

If it weren’t for the group investing and buying shares, it would have collapsed long ago.

Research is just burning money, and if there are no results and only investment, even the biggest institutions can’t bear it.

It takes continuous investment and gathering of optimal human and material resources to conduct various experiments that might lead to new technologies.

However, with Tanglong Industrial Group as a wealthy backer, ensuring at least several billion in guaranteed annual research funding, the institute’s days were pretty comfortable—it was definitely considered a good place within the scientific research field.

Yuan Hao being selected by the institute showed he really had substantial abilities.

He was a top student in college for good reason.

After chit-chatting for a bit, Wu Jie checked other unread messages.

Zhang Hao had sent two messages, one with an ultrasound photo of his child and then asking Wu Jie if it was a boy or a girl.

Damn!

Joy’s baby is this big already?

Wu Jie had heard that it was best to perform a 4D ultrasound on a baby between twenty-three to twenty-six weeks of pregnancy.

Compared to traditional ultrasounds, it not only provided three-dimensional images but added a time dimension.

It allowed a clearer and more direct observation of the baby to check for conditions like cleft lip and palate, limb deformities, and spina bifida.

Of course, the baby’s gender could naturally be seen.

By rule, doctors and nurses certainly wouldn’t reveal it, but curious family members often desperately wanted to know if it was a boy or a girl.

And here it was.

Zhang Hao probably thought Wu Jie knew about medical stuff, so he sent over the photo to ask about the baby’s gender.

“Moron, does it matter whether it’s a boy or a girl?

Isn’t it yours either way?”

Wu Jie retorted to Zhang Hao and then looked at other unread messages.

His mother had sent a link about how to prepare for pregnancy.

His father-in-law, Tang Long, was more direct, straightly asking Wu Jie how his and Tang Xiao’s relationship was lately, and if they had conceived.

Wu Jie was somewhat speechless.

He replied “Got it” to his mother first, then told his father-in-law they were trying hard.

Right after, Zhang Hao replied back.

“I know the logic, but I’m just curious, right?

He looks so handsome; I bet it’s a boy, right?”

Wu Jie was too lazy to type and simply sent back an eye-roll emoji.

The last unread message was from Bai Fengling.

“Jie, your face-swapping technology is amazing.

Everyone said it met the cinema standards, so I’ve been working overtime these days to get the cinema version ready, and I’ve sent it over to you, please help me change those two lead actors when you get the chance!”

Attached to the message was a screenshot.

Wu Jie immediately received the file and then assigned Blue Planet a new task.

Using a third of the supercomputer’s processing power, a hundred minutes of film would take about two days to finish.

Bai Fengling received the message and quickly responded to Wu Jie, her words almost oozing with sentiment.

After dealing with both trivial and important matters, it was late at night and time to rest.

But…

As he returned to the rest area, Wu Jie suddenly remembered, Chu Yunxuan hadn’t left…