Am I a crispy college student? The whole internet says that I'm hard to kill!-Chapter 595 - 594, A Thought of Heaven, A Thought of Hell

"Everyone followed us and worked together, and everyone did their best." Looking at these people, Zhu Ling suddenly understood why Wu Bin was so determined to help those who truly needed it back then.

When Wu Bin needed help, these people didn't hesitate and stepped forward one after another.

At this moment.

The scene became warm.

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"It is my honor to receive their help. Having so many people come here to participate is also my honor." Everyone was in a good mood, and because of this, everyone was laughing and helping Wu Bin celebrate enthusiastically.

The opening ceremony gathered a large crowd of people.

It was packed with people.

And Wu Bin, as the boss, had hired many people from the beginning, and those people also came.

Everyone was celebrating.

Wu Bin didn't want to be too stingy, so he specifically had Zhu Ling and the others buy a lot of food.

As they kept giving it out, a lot of money was spent before long.

In a short time.

The money was being spent more and more quickly.

"Isn't this money being spent too quickly?" Zhu Ling looked surprised, watching the ten thousand yuan Wu Bin gave him disappear so quickly? He frowned slightly, his eyes unconsciously falling on Wu Bin, feeling very puzzled.

Wu Bin was unfazed.

He said, "It's just a small amount of money, why worry about it?"

"Everyone came here to celebrate, which is a good thing. We should be happy. How come I'm not uncomfortable, but you all make me uncomfortable?"

Wu Bin smiled with his lips pursed.

His gentle gaze fell on them.

Zhu Ling shook his head slightly, "It's not that I feel bad, it's just that ten thousand yuan was spent just on drinks without buying anything else, and the money is all gone."

"Suddenly I feel that this money really isn't as useful as I thought!"

In the blink of an eye, it was all gone?

Really shocking!

Wu Bin laughed, "What's the big deal?"

"It's just a small matter, no need to be so calculating."

Zhu Ling sighed, "I wish I could be like that."

Wu Bin wouldn't let something like this affect his mindset, nor would he let it bother him.

Just like now, he only carried a faint smile.

...

The scene was full of laughter and joy.

The picture was so warm.

Everyone around was laughing and joking, and Wu Bin gradually got caught up in it, uncontrollably happy.

It had been a long time since he had been this happy.

In the past, Wu Bin, who was often sick, rarely interacted with people and usually stayed by himself. But today was different. Today, many people had specially come to celebrate, everyone was laughing and joking, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Many people came to congratulate.

"Thank you, without you, I wouldn't have been reborn, I wouldn't have everything I have now!" A woman suddenly rushed to Wu Bin, crying and kneeling on the ground.

She cried so hard, with tears streaming down her face like a flood.

Her pitiful wailing made Wu Bin, who had been immersed in laughter and joy, freeze.

Wu Bin was momentarily bewildered.

Ahem.

What is wrong with these people?

Wu Bin was not an emperor from ancient times; why would they rush to him and kneel?

Wu Bin was almost driven to silence.

"What are you doing?"

"Get up now!"

Wu Bin stepped forward to help her up, finally managing to pull her up, when a voice sounded in his ear.

"Die!"

The other person's face twisted with malice.

The man held a knife, looking like a madman, charging toward Wu Bin.

He tried to stab Wu Bin in the heart with the knife.

In the crowded situation, he lunged forward, gritting his teeth and telling Wu Bin to die.

Luckily, Wu Bin's sharp ears picked up the man's words.

Wu Bin turned his head and saw the man holding a knife. He quickly reacted, grabbing the man's hand holding the knife and kicking him in the abdomen.

The entire process was fluid.

When the man realized what had happened, he was already kicked to the ground by Wu Bin.

Trying to get up, he attempted to pick up the knife and stab Wu Bin again.

Luckily, Wu Bin reacted in time and kicked the knife away.

Wu Bin then stepped on the man's wrist, looking at him coldly.

"Die!"

His eyes bloodshot, the man glared at Wu Bin in rage.

Wu Bin raised an eyebrow indifferently, "Enough!"

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"Not enough!" the man resisted, "I want to watch you die in front of me."

He snarled, "If it weren't for you, how could my wife divorce me? How could I end up with nothing? It's all because of you!"

"People like you deserve to die without a grave, just disappear from this world!" The enraged man tried to put all the blame on Wu Bin.

Every word blamed Wu Bin.

Hearing this, Wu Bin couldn't help but roll his eyes dramatically.

"Are you crazy?"

Wu Bin couldn't help but mock, "Do you have any self-awareness about why your wife divorced you? You only know how to push the blame externally when you do something wrong, and that's your only skill!"

"A grown man, not treating his wife well is one thing, but to only find various excuses, what other skills do you have besides these?"

"Also, don't disgust me with your presence, I feel unlucky just looking at you."

Wu Bin didn't even want to say 'we're both men' now.

The man in front of him purely shamed all men.

No ability, just excuses.

Men like this should hurry and get divorced to avoid blaming women for all their misfortunes later.

"It's all your fault!"

"If not for you, these things would never have happened!" the man mumbled, still believing it was all Wu Bin's fault. If Wu Bin hadn't helped those poor married women with their lawsuits, would his woman have risen suddenly?

Would things have gotten this far?

Now things were bad, with no money, and past friends avoiding him after learning of his despicable deeds, not wanting to associate with him anymore.

Even the company had decided to fire him, not wanting his presence to affect future profits.

In just a few days, he had fallen from heaven to hell.

He was crawling through the mire, struggling to climb out but sinking deeper.

How could he not resent it?