The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

As dawn broke, Feige woke up. She thought about it and felt that something was still missing.

When they came out, Qin Feng had already prepared the meal.

"You're awake, time to eat."

The cheap mother-in-law has arrived.

"Mom, dinner's ready."

"coming,"

Breakfast was finished quickly.

"Mom, we're going out. You're staying home alone. No matter who knocks, don't open the door, okay?"

"Okay," the cheap mother-in-law replied, and continued watching TV.

Fei Ge brought Qin Feng out, and when they arrived at the apartment building,

"Let's go for a walk outside."

"it is good"

"Master, you want to cause trouble? I'll help you."

"Great! Those people want to gamble, right? I'll go and take down all those casinos and see what happens."

"Alright, Master, I'll show you the way."

……

Upon arriving in the neighboring county, Wu Tang quickly scanned the area, and Fei Ge went directly to the gambling den owners' homes, tied up the men, folded them into rice dumplings, and threw them at the police station entrance, leaving behind a banner.

"Gambling den owner, he'll spend the rest of his life in jail."

Police stations across the country were busy throughout the day.

The entrance was filled with gambling den owners, and there was that magical banner that disappeared as soon as they finished looking at it.

As it was getting dark, Fei Ge took Qin Feng back.

The mother-in-law saw them return.

"You're back, dinner's ready."

"Ok"

The three of them sat down to eat, and after the meal, Feige washed up and went to bed.

It was past midnight, and Feige sat up again.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"I've thought of a question."

"Master, what are you thinking about?"

“Those gambling dens are gone, but they can be rebuilt; this boss is gone, but there’s always another one. This won’t do.”

"Master, I understand. Leave it to me."

So, starting the next day, whenever people turned on the television, they saw examples of people who had lost everything gambling.

On buses, subways, trains, coaches, high-speed trains, and airplanes

These are all examples of people who lost everything through gambling.

They play it every day, every day.

For example, some people work hard their whole lives, finally accumulate some savings, and then gamble it all away, losing everything.

For example, a family that was already struggling financially might become entangled in gambling, leading to divorce and separation.

For example, some school children got involved in gambling and borrowed money from loan sharks, leading to their families committing suicide.

For example, many children became orphans, and then the welfare homes couldn't accommodate them all.

for example,……

In short, whether to play it every day or play it without repeating any other time,

The elementary school children went home and started learning from their family members; they didn't want to go to the orphanage.

When kindergarten children come home, their grandparents tell their parents all the time how their children have been.

Middle and high school students study diligently every day. They'd rather work hard than face nagging and pressure from home. They have a bright future ahead of them, and they want to strive for it.

Those college graduates are very serious when submitting their resumes and have high expectations for themselves. They think that life is a long and wonderful journey ahead.

All those singing stars came out, and the songs they sang were mostly songs that encouraged gambling and praised how wonderful life is.

Even the middle-aged women who used to dance in the square have changed their music to songs that discourage gambling.

……

Feige was very satisfied with this.

"Master, how is it?"

"Not bad, but it can't be short, at least two years,"

"no problem"

……

Three months later, Feige came to the hospital.

The little one in the bed is surviving on IV fluids every day.

The hospital was showing those videos every day. At first, he wasn't feeling well at all.

After hearing it so many times, he got used to it. Occasionally, he even reflected on it and felt that he had wasted his prime years. How could he gamble? He had squandered so much of his youth, lost his hand, and was now a useless person.

Feige looked at the child inside from outside. The child had lost 20 pounds and looked much more normal.

Feige went to see a doctor.

"Doctor, let him stay for another three months. Going back is pointless and just a waste of food. If he hasn't thought things through, he doesn't need to go back."

Feige entered the ward, and the child thought Feige had come to pick him up from the hospital, but it turned out Feige wasn't there. Feige said he would have to stay in the hospital for another three months, and the child was devastated.

No matter how much he pleaded, Feige wouldn't budge. Then, with the child's eyes brimming with tears, Feige walked away, seemingly oblivious to his own family.

The child regrets it now. He's in this state, nobody cares about him anymore. What will he do in the future?

Feige didn't care what he thought; she'd rather he just die.

Three more months passed, and the child was discharged from the hospital. He had become completely well-behaved.

Back home, Feige ignored him, and even her stepmother-in-law couldn't do anything about it.

During the meal, Feige glanced at the child.

“You’ve never contributed a single penny or a single effort to this family, so you have nothing. You have to pay for food. You don’t have any money right now, so I’ll keep track of it. You can pay me back when you have the money. Starting today, it’s 10 yuan per meal, 30 yuan for three meals a day, and 900 yuan for 30 days a month. I’ll give you any extra money on the day you have it.”

Feige finished eating and went back to her room. Just as she was about to close the door...

"I'm in this state, how am I supposed to get money?" the child finally said.

"OK"

Feige walked over, touched the child's shoulder, and after spending 3 energy points, the child's hand grew back.

Before the child could even enjoy his moment for two seconds, he realized he couldn't stand up.

"That's fine, he has hands and feet, but he just can't stand up."

"Mom, I was wrong," the child said, and Feige glanced at the child.

"What's it to me? It's not like I was wrong."

The child paused.

I'm going out for a bit.

Feige opened the door and disappeared. Soon after, she returned with a wheelchair.

"Here, this is for you. Wishing you a speedy recovery after your hospital discharge."

The child cried.

Feige didn't care. She put the wheelchair there and went inside to sleep.