In the club where Zhang Ningxi was attacked, there was a group of people gathered in a room. At a rough look, there were no less than twenty or thirty people in the room. Each of these people clasped their hands together and put them on their chests.
His eyes were closed tightly, as if he was performing some kind of prayer.
Everyone's expressions were very focused, and the room was silent. Only by listening carefully could you barely hear some very light breathing.
They gathered together and sat in a big circle around the table. The table was not empty. A huge basin occupied most of the space on the table.
In the center of the basin, rays of light were looming, and the mist was hazy and gushes out. Two Buddha statues were majestic in the rolling mist. These people were praying to these two Buddha statues. No, it should be said that they
There is some kind of ritual going on.
In the rolling mist, if you look carefully, you will find that there are some subtle differences between the two Buddha statues and the orthodox Buddha statues.
In the haze, the corners of these two sculptures that looked like Buddha statues but did not seem to be Buddha statues seemed to be moving slightly, as if they were smiling. After looking at them for a long time, I actually felt that the smiles were a little weird.
"Huh~"
A person's breathing amplified, and he took a long breath. Now, a slight voice, in this environment, seemed to push the first card of dominoes. As the man put down his hand, he opened his eyes.
Open your eyes, and other people around you also open their eyes in turn.
Within a moment, everyone in the room had opened their eyes, their expressions were still solemn, but there was a bit of passion and excitement in everyone's eyes.
They gathered here and performed this ritual obediently. The purpose was naturally not because of the ritual itself.
"Everyone can drink the holy water."
The man who opened his eyes first spoke, and his words immediately broke the silence in the room. Even though everyone's movements were still gentle, the fire in their eyes fully bloomed at this moment.
The huge water basin on the table is not an exaggeration to call it a pool, but the height of the pool is only one hand's distance away, and there is half a foot of space between the edge of the pool and the edge of the table.
But there were many small bowls placed.
A small bowl was placed in front of everyone. At this time, there was half a bowl of water in the small bowl. This was what they called holy water.
After hearing the man's words, everyone tried their best to suppress the excitement in their hearts and stretched out their hands without hesitation, but their movements were very careful, as if they were afraid of accidentally overturning the holy water.
A little white mist swirled around the small bowl. Everyone picked up the small bowl, slowly put it to their lips, and sniffed it with their noses intoxicatedly.
The mist rolled and rushed into everyone's nose, and they
It was as if they smelled some wonderful smell. Everyone's expression was almost the same, happy, happy, and beautiful. It seemed that a wonderland had appeared before their eyes.
"Gudong"
As the first person who couldn't wait impatiently drank the "holy water" in the small bowl, within a moment, everyone drank all the water in the small bowl in front of them.
It's just half a bowl of water. It's so insignificant to anyone. After someone drinks it, he gently places the small bowl on the table. He leans directly on the chair, slowly closes his eyes, and relaxes the whole person.
When he came down, his face was filled with a happy smile, as if this bowl of water had brought him into some kind of magical realm.
Someone held the small bowl tightly with both hands, his eyes full of fire, and glanced at the others secretly. When he found that no one was looking at him, he hurriedly took a lick secretly, and then had a look of aftertaste on his face.
...
Everyone's reaction after drinking this bowl of water was different, but generally there was not much difference. Everyone was quiet until five minutes later, the man who spoke first slowly stood up.
"Okay, everyone can leave."
As his voice fell, a person stood up from the chair very obediently, and walked out of the room in a line with gentle steps.
During the whole process, no one complained or questioned the man's words at all. They were like the most well-behaved children, and obedience became their only instinct.
Even those who were most reluctant to part with the holy water before, and even those who still stared at the pool with longing after drinking the holy water, did not ask for another bowl, and all left the room obediently.
After everyone had walked out, the man also walked out and closed the door.
A group of people came to another room. This room was very luxurious. All kinds of valuable antiques were just ordinary furnishings here.
Everyone found a place to sit down, but the man came to the center of the room and stood in front of everyone.
"Everyone, this is the third time you have drank holy water. You should already know the effects of holy water during this time. Everyone has already obtained the benefits. So I don't need to say more about what to do next."
"clear!"
"Know!"
... ...
Everyone responded one after another. Although the man did not elaborate, everyone sitting here knew what he was about to do.
The fire in their eyes was even more intense. If this man hadn't still been standing there at this moment, I'm afraid these people would have run out and left the club to complete the task assigned by this man.
They've been waiting for so long
, waiting for this time to come.
These three consecutive drinks of holy water didn't cost them half a dime, and everyone had the same amount of holy water, but this was not what they wanted.
What they want is not fair distribution. For anyone here, the so-called fairness and the so-called average are the greatest unfairness.
They have been waiting for the third distribution of holy water, and they are also waiting for the end of this third distribution of holy water, because from then on, the distribution of holy water is no longer what it is today, with everyone sharing it equally, but according to the
Contribution distribution.
Each distribution depends on how much each person contributes. The contribution determines everyone's status, and status brings different treatment and rationing of holy water.
If Zhang Ningxi were here at this time, she would definitely be very shocked, because she knows everyone here, some are very familiar, and although some are not familiar, she also knows the identity of the other person.
There are even some people that Zhang Ningxi cannot compare to.
Every place has different levels of society. If there is an upper class society in Maple City, then this upper class society is in this room at this time. These twenty or thirty people represent almost the upper class society in Maple City.
As for the other people, it is just an extension of the various connections with them. They are the real bosses of Maple City.
But at this moment, each of them was extremely excited, and their bodies were tense, like athletes who were ready at the starting line, waiting for the starting gun to sound at any time.
"Okay, everyone can leave."
The man standing in the room said something briefly, and then said the concluding remarks directly. As the words fell, everyone in the room immediately stood up, and then hurriedly walked out of the room one by one.
Some even trotted out and took out their phones and began to explain the matter as they walked. They showed their impatience without any concealment.
More than twenty people streamed out, the noise faded away, and the room soon became empty. The man standing in the center of the room looked at the people leaving, with a proud smile on his lips, and stretched out his hand to tie his tie.
Untie it and throw it aside casually.
The man walked to a sofa and sat down, stretched out his hand to pick up the wine glass in front of him, drank the clear liquid in it, threw his head back and laughed loudly.
The man's laughter echoed in the room. His joy was not hidden at all, and there was no need to hide it. He was the only one here.
Lin Mo may not remember this man clearly, but Zhang Ningxi was definitely impressed by him, because he was the owner of this club and the man behind the attack on Zhang Ningxi in the parking lot - Mr. Liao.