"Brother, it's cold in autumn, why do you want to spend the night here?"
A tall, thin boy with a Hunan accent who looked to be in his twenties.
"I..., I have no money and haven't found a job, so I can only live here for one night." I answered lazily.
"We have work to do, more than five hundred a day, and we still settle the bill on the same day." The boy said.
"More than five hundred a day, so high. I heard that you can't earn much as a general laborer in a month. Is it really such a good thing?" Mengwo suddenly sat up from the bench and asked curiously.
"In addition to having people call in from outside, we also start working on our own. Although it only happens once or twice a month, we only need to work for one day. If the situation is a little better, it can last for a month." The boy said cheerfully.
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"Then what do you mainly do?" I asked again.
"Well, the main reason is that our work requires very high confidentiality. It's just not convenient to tell you now. You will know it after you actually join us." The boy replied.
"Then how many of you are there in total?"
There used to be eight or nine, but due to personality differences, we separated, and now we only have four left. The other five brothers parted ways with us and went to other cities." Then, the boy added. "Now add in
You and we are also five, and our team will gradually grow..."
"Then, what should I call you?" Then I asked again.
"Oh, let's go, let's talk while we walk." The boy said. "I'm from Hunan. Because I look dark, they all call me nigger."
"Haha, what is this name?" I smiled...
"Walk faster! Stop talking!"
The two people walked in tandem, and I followed behind. The nigger was obviously a domineering person, with a walkie-talkie hanging on his waist. He had a strong sense of gangsterism. It seemed that his whole body was full of gangster spirit, especially the two sentences he just said.
: "Walk faster! Stop talking!" They are overbearing and a bit like devils. I wonder if they are bad people? If so, it would be easier to run away now.
"Hurry up, keep up! Stop whining!" The nigger yelled at me again.
It seems that he saw what was on my mind and there was no chance to run away. In desperation, I had no choice but to follow him.
"Go! Come on! Come on!" The nigger started roaring again. He looked back from time to time as he walked. I had no chance of escaping.
After crossing the main road and passing through several alleys, the nigger took out the walkie-talkie from his waist near a small iron gate and called:
"Xiao Dongbei, Xiao Dongbei, open the door!" Suddenly, the door opened automatically, and the nigger walked in first. I stood at the door and hesitated, should I get down, or should I run...
"Hurry up, it's grinding again!" The nigger's eyes almost popped out!
"Oh." I followed helplessly. The nigger kicked him sideways, and bang! The door was closed again. Following the stairs to the second floor, there was another iron gate, which was locked with an iron chain. Someone was there immediately.
Come over and open the iron lock. This is a small suite with three bedrooms and one living room.
"Oh! Come out, come out! Let's get to know each other, let's talk again." The boy who just opened the door was also in his twenties. He was tall and had blond hair. He held his arms and looked at me.
He nodded and nodded. Immediately afterwards, two more people walked out of the room. One was tall and the other was short.
This is Xiao Dongbei, he is from the Northeast; this is Huang Mao, he is from Guizhou; this is Biaozi, he is from Jiangxi. The new one here today is from Shaanxi. This guy is a bit dull, we
Just call him an idiot...
Idiot, I feel aggrieved, why do I suddenly have another name that I can't accept? Also, how come they are born in such a way that people don't like them at all, so what do they do?
?Perhaps, the proverb says, 'A thief can be seen without makeup. Could it be that they are...
Listening to them discuss the path they want to take to get rich, you can see how vicious and dark their desire to get rich is in their inner world.
This must be a den of thieves. My mobile phone is also in arrears, and I have lost contact with anyone. For a moment, my heart felt like I was pumping water from fifteen buckets.