Here in the Northeast, there is a very strange phenomenon, that is, once people encounter disputes, many people will not seek legal help. They will talk first. When the negotiation is unclear, they always like to find some people in society to come out and mediate.
The purpose is to kill the chicken to scare the monkey and show one's strong social relations.
This is especially true for industries that are formal but still make money by stepping on the line.
But it's like prostitution. When I'm not having sex, I'm very excited. I always think freely about what kind of girl I can meet in a while, whether her breasts are big, and whether her butt can meet the standards of someone who can sit on someone's face.
, wait for the beautiful fantasy!
But once the prostitution is over and it’s time to pay, I believe 90% of people will regret it, feel sorry for the money, and think it’s not worth it. Friends who don’t believe it can go to a “sexy” bathtub and sit in the dressing room
In two hours, you will hear something like this!
"Damn, these two hundred yuan were spent so impulsively. That bitch of mine looks like a 'let me do whatever you want'!"
"Then yours is better. I asked my girl, where are your breasts? She said, look for them three centimeters below your belly button!"
"Did it sag?"
"Well, it's very serious!"
Look at how regretful they all are!!
If you say you regret it, just regret it. Why are you burying other technicians? Whose breasts can reach below the belly button? Even cows cannot reach this level!!
In fact, this kind of situation often occurs not only in the human body service industry, but also in our industry. When I want to pay you, I will call you brother or brother, and wait until it is time to give you money.
, most people will feel distressed!! They will all think that the money is not worth it!!
Obviously Brother Li also thinks it’s not worth it!
I want to ask for money, but there is no hope, so let’s compete with who can be more miserable!
The fleet of taxis all rushed into the cargo station. A rough count of at least forty taxis. I estimate that Li Shuishui had almost wiped out the "backbone" of the entire district's Internet cafes before he came up with this formation!
"Bang!"
I pushed open the taxi door and shouted to Chen Huanghe and Li Shuishui: "You two come in with me! The others will wait at the door for a while!"
"Is this the company?" Li Shuishui asked, pointing to the Hongda Freight brand.
"This is it!" I said with certainty, and led the two of them straight into the house. As soon as I opened the door, there were six or seven stevedores in work clothes, carrying wooden cubes, crowbars and other "work tools"
, standing at the door, looking at us with a tigerish face.
"What are you doing?" the leader asked.
"I'm looking for Brother Li!" I glanced at him and said, then continued walking in.
"Lao Li, I'm not here. If you have something to say to me!!"
"Pah!" Li Shuishui took out the spring knife that had been stuck on his waist for 24 hours, stepped forward, pressed it directly against his belly, bit his lip and asked: "Tell you? Then tell me, what do you want to hear?
What to order?”
"Fuck, don't scare me! Isn't it illegal for you to stab me?" the leader curled his lips and said.
"Just me? Really?" Li Shuishui asked with a solemn expression, obviously not joking.
"I'm just trying to get you, just poke me and see!" The leader is obviously a bad guy, and he obviously doesn't understand how negative the career "prospects" of a gangster will be if he doesn't get paid to do things for others.
Influence.
"Fuck you, Mom, then I'll stab you!!" Li Shuishui cursed, holding the knife in his hand, he raised his hand and stabbed the leader in the abdomen.
"What do you mean? Brother??"
At this moment, the door of the innermost room was pushed open, and a middle-aged man wearing a polyester suit, black leather shoes, and a slicked back hair came out.
"Brother Li, what do you mean?" I stood at the door and asked the middle-aged man with a frown.
"Come on, come in and chat!" Brother Li said and walked directly back to the house.
"Okay!" I nodded in agreement, pulled away the loader, and strode into the room. Li Shuishui and Shin Yuemon, who was holding his sword in its scabbard, also ran towards the innermost room.
"Brother, come on, have a cigarette!" Brother Li took out a box of Liqun and handed it to Shinyuemon.
"Don't smoke, I have a cigarette!" I said before, Shin Yuemon, now dressed like a knight, with a slightly draconian voice, is indeed a bit bluffing.
Brother Li glanced sideways at Shin Yuemon, and his calves trembled obviously. This was not because he was timid, but because he had insufficient life experience. He may have lived for thirty years. This was the first time he saw someone of the same type dressed like this, and it was a bit awkward.
Very normal.
"Brother Li, where's the money?" Before I could say anything, Li Shuishui asked directly.
I was silent for a while. Li Shuishui was more anxious about this matter than me. There were so many damn people outside waiting to get their money. If they couldn’t get it out, they would definitely tear them apart.
"Two thousand is not enough, how much do you want??" Brother Li asked after seeing Shuishui being so direct and without any more ink marks. He sat slowly behind the desk and asked.
"Forty-five thousand!!" Li Shuishui was silent for a moment, then ignored me and offered the price.
"How much????" Brother Li was stunned for a while and asked a little confused. Around 2003, 45,000 was the annual income of an ordinary family.
"Brother Li, I don't need much money from you. I have a total of 200 people here. Each head costs 200 yuan, so that's 40,000. The taxi is chartered, 100 per car, and 50 outside.
, exactly five thousand yuan!" Li Shuishui's words contained only one word: money.
"Haha, are you pulling me?" Brother Li raised his eyebrows and asked with a sneer.
Paola is a professional term for Northeastern gangsters. It can be interpreted as looking for trouble for a reason. For example, A asked B to kill someone. At that time, he promised to give 2,000 yuan. Afterwards, B killed the person and asked A for 20,000 yuan.
Yuan, if you don't give it, then I will chop you off again until you give it. This is called bullying, and it is also called blackmail.
"Brother Li, where did you say this? With your physique and our physique, can we beat you?" I added with a smile.
"I want twenty people, and you want two hundred people. What do you mean?"
"Brother Li, the letter I received asked for two hundred people!" I spread my hands and said innocently.
"I'll call my friend, okay?" Brother Li said with a sullen face.
"You can fight if you want, but he didn't find me, and it's useless for him to talk to me!" I said casually.
"How much is Lin Hengfa's phone number?" After listening to my words, Brother Li was silent for a moment and asked again.
"137!" I said the number directly without any pause, with a smile.
Brother Li took his mobile phone and dialed the number I said. Brother Fa, who was playing mahjong on the other end, glanced at the screen of the ringing phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number and pressed mute directly.
I called three times and no one answered the phone!!
"Peng!"
Brother Li slammed the table, stood up, pointed at me and asked: "What the hell do you mean? Blackmail me?"
"Ding dong!!"
An extremely clear sound came from the scabbard, and before anyone could react, a white light flashed!
"Crash!!"
The tip of the sword touched the wall, and there was a wave of sparks, and a swish sound!
"Snapped!!"
The pen-and-ink drawing of "Aim High" hanging on the wall split into two halves, fell off, and landed on the ground!
When all of us turned around, we saw Shinyuemon with an extremely serious and serious expression on his face. He was walking forward with his right leg half-hunched, his left leg resting on the ground, and his right hand holding the hilt of the sword. The blade of the sword passed through the mouth of the scabbard, clanking.
The sound of ding is a typical Japanese samurai's action of preparing to put away his sword!!!
That’s right, the hero took action!!
If you don’t scream, that’s it. If you scream, you’ll be scared to death!
"What do you mean? What do you mean?! What on earth do you mean?" Brother Li's eyes were rolling around, looking at me, Li Shuishui, and Shin Yuemon who was about to walk out, his tone sounded broken.
Crazy, he kept asking questions!!
"If I make you brilliant, you will be brilliant. If I tell you to turn off the engine, you will turn off the engine! Damn, I'll chop you up!" Shinyuemon, who was extremely depressed because of his cheating on his wife, glanced at Brother Li with his profound eyes.
His voice was hoarse, like a peerless master standing on the top of a mountain, extremely lonely. His sword was cold, and so was his heart, so he said something lightly, turned around and left.
"Oh, oh, fuck!" Li Shuishui held her forehead and sweated violently.
"Snapped!!"
Just when Shin Yuemon went out, I immediately took out a piece of A4 paper with some blackened corners from my pocket, carefully unfolded it, and spread it on the table. Brother Li glanced down and wrinkled
He frowned and asked tirelessly: "What do you mean??"
"Brother Li, this is my verdict! Injury caused to death, the seventh defendant was released after a year and a half. One of the two friends has died, and the other has no life expectancy!" I said expressionlessly.
"You're scaring me?"
"Brother Li, you and I don't know each other. Why am I trying to scare you? I just want to tell you that I'm really thirsty and short of money!! The country has special policies for workers and workers. What's wrong with you?" I
He asked while holding on to the table and staring at him with a smile.
Brother Li said nothing.
"Brother Li, you have to make me feel that society can still allow me to live. If I can't get enough money to do things, how will I live in the future? I'm sure I don't have the courage to die, but I will continue to work with you for three to five years.
, I definitely have this time, do you believe it?"
"Snapped!"
Brother Li was silent for a moment, then stood up suddenly, opened the drawer on the left, took out less than four piles of cash, and threw it on the table.
"That's all!" Brother Li looked up expressionlessly and said calmly.
"Thank you, haha!" I paused, and seeing that the money was obviously not enough for forty-five thousand, I reached out to pick it up, put the judgment in my pocket, and said to Brother Li, "If you need anything, please call us!"
After saying that, Li Shuishui and I turned around and left.
outside the door.
"Shin Yuemon's sword is shining!" I breathed a sigh of relief and muttered in a low voice.
"All these years of sword practice have been in vain, I fucking saw the sword energy!" Li Shuishui wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded repeatedly, insisting that he definitely saw the sword energy at that time.
Li Shuishui and I were chatting and rushing to the toilet, ready to discuss how to share the money. At this moment, a clear and somewhat angry voice came from not far away: "What's going on with you? Why are the cars parked randomly?"