We were in the private room, singing at the top of our lungs. I can’t remember exactly what we were singing. We were shirtless, hugging each other, and drinking all night long. Zhang Meng kept looking at us with a silly smile.
Take photos for those of us who are still alive...
Let us go back in time to two years ago, to the time when Leilei first set foot in Guangzhou, and let me use words to commemorate the two fingers that my brother lost... and his two years of youth in a foreign land...
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In a well-known entertainment club in Dongguan, a young man wearing a security uniform held a walkie-talkie in his hand and looked at the passing vehicles with a somewhat lonely look.
Yes, this young man is Leilei. The elder brother Xu introduced to him was one of the owners of this entertainment club.
I don't know if it was due to hard work or perfunctory, but the job he gave Leilei was to be the internal security guard of this club. They said they were internal security guards, but they were actually security guards. The salary was 8,000 yuan a month.
For ordinary people, eight thousand is not a small amount, but for Leilei, this little money... haha...
Leilei has been waiting for an opportunity. After working as a security guard for two months, the opportunity he was waiting for came. On this day, Leilei was sitting in the hall at the door.
A top-of-the-line Audi A6 with a license plate starting with Guang A and a red letter stopped at the entrance of the club. Before he could get out of the car, a young man in his twenties and seventies hurried down from upstairs. Leilei looked up and saw that it was Xu.
That friend of my brother’s is Zhang Qiang.
Leilei wanted to get up and say hello, but Zhang Qiang didn't see him at all. Leilei thought for a moment, sat down again, held his chin in his hand, and looked at Zhang Qiang.
Four people got off A6. The leader was in his forties, burly, wearing a suit, with a sullen face. He didn't pay any attention to him. Zhang Qiang opened the door and strode into the club.
Leilei took a careful look at the middle-aged man, and then at Zhang Qiang, who looked unhappy. He struggled mentally for less than half a second, and then followed him secretly.
According to Leilei, the reason why he struggled for half a second was because there was a girl waiting for him in the cheap rental house... But it was only for half a second...
Tap tap tap...
Leilei glanced at the floor that the elevator reached, then quickly ran up the stairs, followed a few people, and came to the outside of a private room. Leilei took a deep breath, lit a cigarette with trembling hands, and waited for about ten minutes.
Minutes later, he gritted his teeth, opened the door suddenly and walked in.
Everyone in the room looked outside the door. The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa frowned and looked at Leilei without saying anything.
"Get out!!" One of the three people said with eyes wide open.
Zhang Qiang was kneeling on the ground with cold sweat on his forehead. He wanted to speak, but he looked at the middle-aged man again and did not dare to open his mouth. He could only wink.
"I can't go out!!" Leile didn't look at Zhang Qiang, but closed the door with a bang.
"Huh??" The middle-aged man drinking tea looked at Leile again with raised eyebrows.
"What did you say??" The person who spoke before was stunned and asked again.
"Brother Qiang, please be kind to me, I can't go out!!" After finishing speaking, Leilei glanced at the room, then took a few long steps and walked to sit next to the middle-aged man.
Afterwards, I washed my hands in a small, delicate ceramic basin, and then skillfully started playing with an expensive tea set, with smooth movements and no trace of panic.
The middle-aged man looked at Leilei with great interest, without saying a word, and waved his left hand vaguely, signaling the other three people not to do anything.
"Whoosh!!"
Leile took the teapot and filled it up again for the middle-aged man. Then he poured himself a cup, took a look at the exquisite teacup, and took a sip.
"Good tea!!" Leile praised.
"Do you know tea?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile and took a sip.
"Boss, you can drink Longjing for a few thousand yuan a tael, but I can only pour you water?"
"Haha, that's interesting..." The middle-aged man laughed, looked at Leilei for a while, pointed at Zhang Qiang without raising his head and said, "Do you know how much trouble he caused me?"
"Boss!! I can't afford tea!!" Leile didn't answer, but emphasized again.
The middle-aged man stopped talking, and with a look, a man in his 30s slapped a black and shiny 64 pistol on the table.
Without thinking much, Leile skillfully pulled the bolt of the gun, opened the safety, pointed the muzzle directly at the base of the little female finger, and pulled the trigger!!
"Hang!!!"
A finger flew directly over, the smell of gunpowder was pungent, and a stream of blood spurted out from Leilei's wound. The middle-aged man flexibly moved his buttocks to the left, avoiding the blood, and continued drinking tea without raising his head.
Zhang Qiang looked pale and looked at Leile in a daze.
Leilei's head was sweating, blood stained the security uniform, and his left hand holding the gun trembled.
"Okay?" Leile gritted his teeth and asked, looking at the middle-aged man.
"The price is not enough!" the middle-aged man said calmly.
"Hang!!"
Gunshots resounded through the private room again, and the ring finger fell on the table again, squirming twice in the blood. Leilei's consciousness was a little blurred, and his head shook a few times.
"Lei..."
“Peng!!!”
Just as Zhang Qiang shouted, another young man kicked him in the face, stepped on his head, and looked at him.
At this moment, Leilei moved his butt to the left, and the muzzle of his left hand was directly pressed against the waist of the middle-aged man. His eyes were red and he said: "Boss! Can you leave three fingers for me to eat??"
"Haha!! You look like a friend of mine from the Northeast!" The middle-aged man said without even looking at him, with the muzzle of the gun on his waist, patting Leilei's shoulder.
"Can you leave me three fingers to eat!!!" Leile roared, his finger already on the trigger.
"How much do you pay per month now??" the middle-aged man put down his teacup and looked at Leilei and asked.
"Security, eight thousand a month!"
“It’s a bit low, it should be increased!!”
Leile stared at the blood-red eyes, sprayed blood from his fingers, raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and asked again, "How high is the appropriate size?"
"If you don't die! You can keep cumming, haha!!" The middle-aged man laughed, then looked at Zhang Qiang on the ground, and said with a sullen face: "You, the security guard, earned the opportunity for you, give me your butt in three days
Wipe it clean!”
"Yes...yes...I know, brother!!"
The middle-aged man stopped talking, stood up, patted Leilei's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Your good days are coming!!"
After the middle-aged man left, Leile let out a long breath, leaned back on the sofa, and passed out from the pain.
From then on, in the Guangzhou Military Region, the youngest son of a lieutenant general, a red descendant who runs the pharmaceutical industry, had a child beside him with a ferocious scar on his face... Nickname: "Master Lei"!