The rain pattered on Iveco's car window. There was a long line of cars piled up on the black asphalt road. The traffic police in reflective vests shouted and directed the traffic. Hu Guang sat in the car and his thoughts went back to a year ago.
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At that time, he had just returned to Guangzhou from his hometown to work. Because he had fallen in love with a Chaozhou girl in the factory, and his family had arranged a marriage, he was suffering from emotional entanglements. When he was queuing up to buy a ticket at the subway station, he encountered a black man who jumped in line.
Due to the language barrier and being in a bad mood, the two sides fought hard. Hu Guang stabbed the black man twice with a folding knife and then fled. He didn't even go to the factory and directly lived in another country, moving to Jiangbei City, where he met Liu Ziguang.
After more than a year of work, it turned out that the man was not dead. Hu Guang had mixed feelings and was relieved. Now he could finally go home to visit his parents with peace of mind. He no longer had to worry about it and left his country anonymously.
After thinking about it, he, who was always alert, fell into a deep sleep. The rustling rain outside the window and the monotonous sound of the wiper made everyone yawn and fall asleep one after another.
When they woke up, the rain was still falling and the sky was already twilight. There was a highway toll station in the distance with two large red sculptural characters on it: Guangzhou.
Guangzhou has arrived. The high-rise building overpasses are naturally not the same as those in Jiangbei City. After graduating from Vocational High School, Bei Xiaoshuai spent a few months in Guangzhou and was relatively familiar with them. Under his guidance, he first drove to an auto repair shop.
The Cayenne was put down for repairs, and then everyone took the Iveco to a street. It happened to be early in the morning, and no special industries were open. Looking around, they were all pink door light boxes, and signs for leisure massages abounded.
After finding a secluded two-star hotel to stay, Hu Guang came to see Mr. Liu and directly said that he wanted to advance one month's salary and take a day off. Liu Ziguang said nothing and gave him three thousand yuan to come back tomorrow morning.
After sleeping for half a day, in the evening, people came out for a walk in twos and threes to experience the southern customs. It was still April in Jiangbei when they came, and it was already a tropical climate. People in the streets and alleys were all wearing short clothes, and what they said was
To put it bluntly, the room was buzzing like birds chirping. Those who were hungry and thirsty went straight to the shampoo room, while the rest, led by Brother Liu, went to a nearby night market to experience southern snacks.
I found a street food stall, sat on a white plastic armchair, and ordered a bunch of local dishes. Everyone was pretty gourmet in Jiangbei, but when I arrived in Guangzhou, I could only feel inferior. The four-legged people didn't eat anything except the table, and they were flying in the sky.
Except for those who don't eat them on the plane, everything else can be included in the menu. There are many hideous-looking reptiles that even these guys feel so creepy that they dare not eat them, so they only order some roasted goose and seafood to eat casually.
While I was eating, I suddenly saw a group of black people roaring towards me. The explosive power of black people is indeed incredible. They ran like a gust of wind. Police cars followed closely behind, and a large number of security guards wearing camouflage uniforms and holding batons appeared on the street in front.
The policemen surrounded the black people with front and rear attacks. Seeing that they were blocked in front and pursued by soldiers, the black people dispersed in a rush and climbed up the wall like agile apes. The police still pursued them, but their speed and climbing ability
Far worse than these black people.
The strange thing is that the locals don't seem to be surprised by such a good show. To listen to their chatting, this kind of scene has become commonplace. There are a large number of black Africans stranded in Guangzhou, some of whom are legal overseas students and businessmen, but more
Most of them are illegal immigrants. They have no visas and no money. They just come to the prosperous China to pan for gold.
China is the world's factory, and the Pearl River Delta region is China's manufacturing-intensive area. Small commodities are of high quality and low price, from plastic bracelets to TV recorders, mobile phones, and cooling oil. They are all favorites of Africans. They do not need high-end products.
Only the cheapest products are needed. It is said that even long-outdated tape recorders are hot commodities in Africa. As for copycat mobile phones, they are their favorite.
However, the world economy has recently declined, and the Pearl River Delta is no longer what it used to be. The life of the black uncles is like Wang Xiaoer celebrating the New Year. Every year is worse than the previous year. Their visas have expired, their funds have been used up, and they have no business. They are used to the fancy life of Guangzhou.
No one is willing to go back to the African savannah, but they have no choice but to speak the language and people are naturally lazy. No company dares to hire them, so they have to rent a small house in a village in the city. If they have no money, they will commit petty theft and even rob.
If you have money, you will drink to death and lose money. You will never have any savings. This is also the national character.
After drinking and eating, everyone went to visit and study at a large bathing center nearby. They staggered back until midnight and went back to their rooms to sleep.
Liu Ziguang and Bei Xiaoshuai lived together in Room 1208. After entering the door, they turned on the light and saw that the window was wide open, the curtains were blowing in the wind, the cabinet door was also open, and the metal password box inside was missing!
"No, there's a thief!" Bei Xiaoshuai rushed to the window and looked down. The hotel window faced a narrow back alley, and nothing could be seen in the darkness.
"Call the police." Bei Xiaoshuai picked up the phone.
"Wait a minute." Liu Ziguang looked at the cabinet carefully, then looked out the window, and said with a smile, "The thief is still here."
Bei Xiaoshuai lay next to the window and looked at it again, and said blankly: "Where is it?"
"He's a black thief, so he should be invisible." Liu Ziguang took the beer bottle and pretended to smash it, but when he saw two rows of white teeth exposed in the darkness below, he said in Chinese quite well: "Don't smash it, don't smash it."
Bei Xiaoshuai took a flashlight and took a look, only to find a black man lying on the outside wall of the building. He could not get up or get down. He was holding on to the unstable drainage pipe with one hand, barely stepping on the cracks of the bricks with his two feet, and holding on to the cracks of the bricks with his other hand.
Carrying the stolen lockbox.
"Get him up!" Liu Ziguang gave the order. The brothers who had heard the news earlier dropped the rope and tied the black man. The black man didn't want to be captured without mercy, but the situation was stronger than the other man. If he didn't obediently tie him up, he would have to
He fell from a ten-story building and was shattered into pieces.
The black man was hung up by a rope. He was a tall man. He was wearing a black fake version of ice silk Montagnard. Below was a pair of dark blue fake Nike pants. He was wearing a plastic slipper on one foot and a plastic slipper on the other foot.
He was shiny, and he looked down at the people in the room who were watching eagerly with calm eyes. He suddenly assumed a Bruce Lee posture and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Ada~~"
Everyone sneered, closed the door, pulled out the sticks from their waists, shook them off and pressed forward. The African version of Bruce Lee immediately bent his legs, knelt down in the tunnel and said: "Don't slap me in the face."
Everyone ignored him and rushed up to give him a beating. The black man huddled on the ground tiredly and did not howl. He just protected his vital parts. It seemed that he was a character who was often beaten.
Seeing that the beating was almost done, Liu Ziguang clapped his hands and said, "Okay, okay, stop. This nigger, let's sit down and talk, why did my box get into your hands?"
The black man was beaten all over his head and his nose was bleeding, but his face was black and you couldn't tell. When Liu Ziguang asked, he was very bachelor. He said in a mixture of Mandarin and vernacular: "Boss, it's all my fault.
Seeing as this is my first mistake, please forgive me and never hand it over to the police."
Liu Ziguang asked: "Are you a stowaway?"
The black man nodded and said, "The visa has expired."
Liu Ziguang asked: "What is your name?"
The black man said: "My Chinese name is Chen Xin, my English name is..."
"Little Shenyang!" someone interjected, and everyone laughed. The black man bared his white teeth and laughed too, saying: "My English name is Martin Obama."
Everyone laughed, and Bei Xiaoshuai laughed and scolded: "You are still Obama, have you ever been president in Africa?"
The black man said seriously: "I have never been president, I am the prince of Sissadamoa."
Everyone laughed so much that their stomachs ached. Even Liu Ziguang laughed and said, "The prince still can't eat? Is he going to steal something?"
The black man said: "I really didn't lie to you. My father is indeed the tribal chief of Xisada Moya."
Liu Ziguang asked: "How many tribes and population do you have in Xisada Moya?"
The black man said: "Our country has a large population, rich products, and a vast territory. It is composed of more than a thousand tribes, with a total population of about 500,000."
"Hahahaha" everyone was overjoyed. It turned out that the so-called prince was just the son of a village chief, and the whole country was not as big as a district in Guangzhou.
When Chen Martin saw everyone laughing, he also grinned. He wiped the blood from his nose and wiped it on his pants. Liu Ziguang threw a pack of napkins over and asked him: "Then do you realize your mistake now?"
Chen Martin said: "I know I was wrong, and I have deeply reflected on it. I did not implement the scientific concept of development, did not keep pace with the times, destroyed the harmonious Guangzhou's good situation, destroyed the trust between people, and brought shame to African compatriots."
Discredited."
Bei Xiaoshuai was overjoyed and asked: "Where did you learn this trick?"
Chen Xin said: "The last time I was caught by the neighborhood committee aunt, they asked me to write a self-review with this content in mind."
Everyone laughed again, and Liu Ziguang asked again: "By the way, you are also an international student. What did you study at that university?"
Chen Martin said: "I was trained in Shanmu to learn Chinese and computers. Later, the school leader was arrested and I dropped out of school."
At this time, everyone was laughing so much that they were speechless. This black uncle was really a living treasure. The resentment caused by stealing things from everyone had gradually weakened. Bei Xiaoshuai asked: "In the evening, were you chased by the police?"
Chen Martin said: "With me, a group of African compatriots we rented in a group were arrested. I ran to the top floor of the hotel, climbed down along the drainage pipe, and saw that someone was living in your room, so I wanted to come in and see if there was anyone suitable for me.
Something, the result..."
"Then open it and take a look. Is the thing inside suitable for you?" Bei Xiaoshuai pointed at the metal password box and teased.
"Don't dare."
"You can open it if you want. There is so much nonsense. The password is six 8s."
Chen Martin opened the lockbox and was immediately dumbfounded, with an exaggerated expression, because there were neatly stacked toilet paper in the box.