Until a figure made a sound in front of him.
It was then he stopped, releasing the blood-covered rebar, realizing how much his palms hurt—due to the excessive force, his own palms had many cuts that were bleeding.
Not only his palms, his body was also bleeding.
"Kid, come with me." The man looked down at him, "From now on, I will make you superior to others."
"I’m not a child, I have a name." He lifted his face, "My name is Moses."
This was the name given to him by the matron of the orphanage, although after he was adopted, his foster parents had tried to change his name, but in his heart, this was his true name.
"Moses?" The man seemed to be tasting the name, then after a moment, he asked, "Will you come with me?"
He thought about it and nodded.
The man then turned and walked towards the entrance of the alley.
He followed two steps, then retreated, reaching over with his still bleeding palm to pick up the blood-stained coin from the ground, clutching it tightly in his palm.
That day was his ninth birthday.
That day, she had given him a coin.
He had always believed that it was a sign from God because after that day, his life was forever different.
Regathering his thoughts, Moses’s mood had gradually calmed.
Bending down carefully, he picked up a photo from the ground, and after carefully wiping the front and back of the photo with a handkerchief, he stuffed it into the inner pocket of his suit, near his chest.
There, besides the photograph, there were also two one-dollar coins.
After a night’s brew, Huangfu Jue’s wedding news quickly overshadowed the so-called scandal, becoming one of the headline news even the international news networks were broadcasting.
Because of his excellent performance at the press conference, Huangfu Jue’s approval rating, especially among women, had substantially increased.
In just one night, his personal website had reached a traffic of millions of visits, with countless people leaving messages on his website, wishing him and Gan Yuan a happy marriage, and many expressed high expectations for his future work.
Early the next morning, Will got the data report, which showed an increase of 1.3 percentage points in his overall approval rating, and there was ample data indicating that a significant portion of this approval came from successful individuals.
This emergency public relations move was, without a doubt, highly successful.
Carrying the report to the Duke Residence, as soon as Will walked into the living room, he saw their future Mr. King, chatting with his son.
"I heard Teacher Sherry say that you want me to be King."
"Yes. Because you are my eldest son, it is a right granted to you by law, as well as your duty."
The little guy tilted his head, pondering for a while.
"Do you think I can do it?"
Huangfu Jue did not give a perfunctory answer but replied earnestly.
"When I was sensible, my parents told me that I would be King in the future. At the time, I had the same doubts as you, thinking that I might not be as good as my father. However, since then, I have worked even harder to make myself better."
"Do you think you’ve succeeded?" Gan Tang asked.
"Of course not yet." Huangfu Jue rubbed the top of his head, "However, I will continue to try. We’ll do it together."
The little guy watched him for a moment, then smiled again and nodded solemnly.
Seeing their conversation come to a pause, Will stepped forward, handing over the data report to Huangfu Jue.
"It looks like the outcome is very optimistic now."