Ever since Zhong Ping pounced on him that day, but the knife didn't pierce his artery, Zhong Ping became a lot more reckless. According to his observation, this k should have a so-called bottom line, and "pounce on him" has not yet touched it.
The bottom line for him to silence himself. Then in interpersonal communication, gossiping should be above this bottom line!
The first question: "Where is your home?" The answer he got was a cold glance from K.
However, he was not discouraged and continued to ask questions such as "Who are your family members?" "Are your family members also killers?" "Don't you think this job is unrealistic?" "Don't you plan to change your job?" and other questions.
Except for K's answer to the last question, "I need money," the rest ended with K's impatient sidelong glance.
This is also a kind of progress, at least K has answered one of his questions!
The next day, he came to the kindergarten with an endlessly relaxed body and mind. He felt that the sky was so blue, the air was so fresh, and Father-in-law Sun also showed a smile - what a gentle and lovely day, even the little bully who gave people a headache
They all look even cuter.
Look, even Zhuang Hua, who had been watching the fun, became a lot more friendly. Zhuang Hua noticed that Zhong Ping was so contented that he guessed the development pattern of the matter: "Hey, let me tell you Zhong Ping, are you holding the beauty back or k
gone?"
"None of them," Zhong Ping was still contented, "I just broke up with Tingting yesterday. As you know... K is not as hard to get in touch with as he is from the wrong family. Overall, the world is peaceful!"
Zhuang Hua immediately became very interested in K who was "not difficult to contact". After all, that person was so cautious that he would not let passersby stare at him: "Come and tell me what you are talking about."
Already?"
Zhong Ping hesitated for a long time and then said: "He said he was short of money..."
This aroused a sense of resonance in Zhuang Hua in addition to her interest. Who would work hard to do this? If it were not for money, she would not have made the wrong move in the first place, let alone become a small member of the v society in this city.
informant.
At the end of the conversation, Zhuang Hua fell into deep thought. Zhong Ping began to ask Sister Ma if she had any recent newspapers. Sister Ma strangely found a bunch of daily newspapers for him that she habitually subscribed to. Zhong Ping happily thanked him.
past.
Apart from coddling his children, Zhong Ping spent the whole afternoon reading recruitment information in the corner of the newspaper. He also carefully marked the jobs that he thought paid well. He planned to take them home at night to recommend jobs to K, and he thought about it.
Flower-like.
After he sent away Sisi who was holding his thigh and refused to let go at night, he hurried back home while reviewing the job recommendation in his mind.
As he expected, K prepared an all-vegetarian banquet waiting for him. As soon as he got home, K pointed at the dishes and ordered: "Eat." When Zhong Ping sat down at the table, K continued to order alertly, "take your hands."
The things were slowly placed on the table."
Zhong Ping was stunned. Well, he started to be wary for no reason again. He had no choice but to spread the newspaper on the table and explain: "It's just a newspaper..."
"You read the newspaper while eating?" K asked disdainfully, and then moved the newspaper to his side, "It's not good for digestion. Didn't you learn that in kindergarten?"
"Uh... no, don't you need money? Let me see how many good jobs there are..." Zhong Ping once again felt that he was a complete failure. For this moment, he prepared a persuasive "Don't you think your job is too dangerous?"
Well, if someone who wields a knife or a gun can't cut someone else, it will be bad if the child can be cut." The opening remarks were just abandoned and the topic was hastily entered.
"Work?" K glanced at the newspaper from the corner of his eye and found traces of writing and scratching with an oil pen on it, so he took another look at it from a distance.
This was also the first time Zhong Ping saw K smile, even though it was a very mocking sneer.
"You see... both this and this make a lot of money, based on hourly wages..." Zhong Ping struck while the iron was "hot" and poked the newspaper with his chopsticks before delivering it to K.
"This kind of door-to-door typist job," K pretended to be a detective and looked at Zhong Ping's stupid head, "it costs one hundred yuan for one thousand words, and you still type it on your behalf. Do you still believe in this kind of thing?"
"They usually only give you a contact number and don't tell you where the publisher is. They first ask for a deposit of 50 to 100 and say they will send the manuscript to you by courier. After a few days, they call you and tell you that the courier requires a deposit and call you.
Deposit 3,500 and give them a card, but you just won’t get the manuscript.”
"And this kind of time-based graphic model? I don't know if you really don't understand or if you pretend not to understand." K kept a vicious and sarcastic smile during the explanation, "It's so easy to make money? Why don't you apply for the job?"
"I thought you were in good shape so I paid attention to this..." Zhong Ping struggled to explain his IQ.
"This attracts young girls in school. They apply for jobs if they are in good shape. They pay for the photo shoot first, then sign a few pages of contract, record a CD and take a few photos. They look so good to you."
Believe easily."
"Then I'll give you the cold shoulder. If you contact the so-called 'company' and ask if there is a new job, the other party will tell you to go and have a look. If you want to continue working, you have to continue to pay money to take photos."
"Besides, don't you know about the unspoken rules? When pretty girls apply for jobs, they lose everything except money. They all want to be famous and make money..."
"Yes, take a look at this recruitment job for airline ticket sales..."
Zhong Ping felt that K had said more just a few minutes before the meal than anything he had said since they met. He must be very sensitive to this topic.
"...Finally, let me tell you, if money is so easy to make, it's useless for me to work so damn hard here!" K made the final summary, tore up the newspaper and stuffed it into the take-out plastic bag he had just taken off, and sat down.
He straightened up and pointed at the food, "Hurry up and eat, then shit your damn shit, I want to fucking watch!"
Although the purpose of eating was to poop, and it was blatantly stated at the dinner table, Zhong Ping could only pick a few vegetable leaves and put them in the bowl. While eating, he was overflowing with compassion and blamed himself for meddling in his own business.
The kid is up. If K hadn’t tried all kinds of ways to make money, how could he have ignored the opportunity and now he’s sitting here threatening to see his shit.
"...What do you want the money for?" Zhong Ping couldn't help but ask, his mouth full of cabbage and fungus.
"Shut up and eat." K glared at Zhong Ping sullenly, and the latter had no choice but to shut up and eat in silence.
Those few minutes of talk were like a flash in the pan. After the meal, no matter what topic Zhong Ping talked about, Hu Xuhu would still look at him sideways and refused to say more than five words in a sentence.
Then the thing K wanted appeared in Zhong Ping's smooth defecation. It was a bullet, and Zhong Ping reluctantly watched it leave the "mother's body".
After washing it, K put it into Zhong Ping’s shirt, which was very close-fitting. It was the change of clothes Zhong Ping gave K when he took a shower last night. He immediately said goodbye: “Don’t worry, it’s over.
It will burn your clothes and leave no trace."
After that, K left Zhong Ping’s house with the intention of never looking back.