Chapter 49: Encounter with the "Underworld"

  I said take Jing Ke out for a walk, and none of Baozi's people suspected anything, no one doubted that I could take the fool out to do something bad.

  When we arrived at the entrance of "Inverted Time", we saw many young people wearing two-strap tank tops smoking and loitering at the door, with many having tattoos of fish on their backs, and some with long objects wrapped in clothes tucked under their armpits.

  I asked Jing Ke: "All these are rushing towards us, are you afraid?"

  Two silly guys didn't listen to what I was saying, one of them kept fiddling with his semiconductor, maybe the signal was bad, that thing was buzzing. I suddenly realized that two silly guys might not have a fear nerve at all, back then when they assassinated Wynn, there were actually two killers, and another guy named Qin Wuyang, who had killed someone at the age of 12, was paralyzed with fear in the Xianyang Palace, so in the end, two silly guys could only chase Wynn around the pillar. This involves a geometric problem, if Qin Wuyang hadn't been paralyzed, he would have occupied a point within this circle and wouldn't have moved, then Wynn wouldn't have escaped.

  One of the guys walked out and stared at me, I looked back at him and he seemed familiar, just as a name was about to come out of my mouth, he preempted me: "Aren't you Qiangzi? Do you still remember me?"

  "Aren't you a white pig? We've been friends since childhood, how come I haven't seen you since we moved?"

  Bai Zhu was a childhood friend from when I lived in a bungalow, but at that time I had many friends and didn't play with Bai Zhu much.

  The white pig said with embarrassment: "Don't call me Xiaoming, call me Yin Zhu. What are you doing now?"

  "Working for others, how about you?"

  "Hey, wandering around, I found a good deal today. Someone offered 50 yuan to stand here." As he spoke, White Pig opened the long package on his arm and revealed a pack of cigarettes. He carefully looked back and said, "He also gave me a pack of cigarettes, you take two boxes to smoke." I wanted to decline, but White Pig quickly stuffed two boxes of Red River into my pocket and said, "Take it quickly, don't let it show."

  I had no choice but to say: "Thanks, you're busy, I'll treat you to a drink later."

  "Reversing Time" is our favorite bar, with two floors. Downstairs there's a dance floor and seating area, while upstairs are luxurious private rooms. I went up to the third private room as they told me, and was immediately delighted.

  A group of men in their 50s and 60s sat around a table, leaving one seat empty. Each person had a cup of tea in front of them, looking serious. What's amusing is that almost everyone had two men standing behind them, wearing crumpled black suits, with their hands covering their crotches. The room was already dimly lit, and they were also wearing sunglasses. I noticed that one of them was even wearing "Dabao Wen" shoes.

  I didn't want to ruin the solemn atmosphere they had worked hard to create, but I couldn't help bursting out laughing. I slammed the two boxes of "Honghe" on the table and turned to the young people standing in the back, repeatedly pressing their hands: "Sit down, all of you, don't pretend to be gangsters - you, don't wear a floral shirt with a suit."

  The several "big brothers" present were all ill at ease, and the young ones couldn't hold it in either, all revealing embarrassed expressions. A thin old fellow who looked like a dried jujube pit coughed: "Since Brother Qiang has asked you to sit, then sit down."

  I pulled out the chair prepared for me and sat down, still fiddling with the table a bit, causing a group of people's tea cups to ripple. Jing Ke himself went to move a stool, but found it couldn't fit, so he patted the head of the person next to me. That person glared at Jing Ke in anger, and Er Dai was also very dissatisfied: "Can't you point over there?" The person glared at Jing Ke, who looked back at him calmly, not showing any emotion. Meanwhile, one of Er Dai's eyeballs was looking at him while the other eyeball was lazily rolling around in its socket. Finally, the person was intimidated and moved the chair to lean against that side, and Er Dai sat down, starting to draw circles with a semiconductor to search for signals.

  The atmosphere is so awkward, I'm quite embarrassed. I apologize and say: "Everyone, what's the point of calling Xiaoqiang? First, there must be an attitude of admitting mistakes. If you want money, just give some money, as long as it doesn't exceed 500 yuan."

  A migrant worker wearing a white autumn coat, thinking he was a particularly cool and handsome young general, pulled out a long tune and said: "Was it you who beat up my man?"

  At this time, Jing Ke's semiconductor suddenly received a signal, and there was a loud noise: "Next, please listen to the Henan Opera 'Hua Mulan' singing segment, performed by: Chang Xiangyu...... Liu Dage said something too biased...... Zip zip (interference)...... Enjoy leisure...... Zip zip (interference)...... Diligently do the work......"

  I frowned and said to these people, "Can't we just talk properly? What's the point of pretending and putting on a show? Those two idiots were beaten up by me, they came to my school to recruit students, shouldn't I beat you guys too? You want money..." As I spoke, I slammed my bulging bag onto the table with a loud thud, and this group of people's eyes all lit up. I continued, "I can give you some." As I spoke, I pulled out 200 yuan from my pocket and placed it on the table, "This is me personally compensating you for your medical expenses, but it doesn't represent the school." As I spoke, I pulled back one bill, "Also, you guys broke our teacher's glasses, this is compensation for that. That's how we'll settle this matter, does anyone have any opinions?"

  None of them said a word, you looked at me and I looked at you, with amazement in our faces: Today we've really met some real rascals.

  A voice drawled, "Director Xiao seems to be running a pawnshop, right?" The man was around forty years old, with deep wrinkles on his face. He spoke slowly and calmly, without looking at me, staring intently at the eleven rings on his hand - he had an extra finger. His tone was full of menace.

  I clenched my purse in my hand and almost couldn't resist throwing it at him.

  Of course there is a brick in my bag.

  I pointed at him and scolded: "Son, are you going to say that someone will kill my whole family?" He was taken aback by my shout, he stuck his left index finger into the sixth finger of his right hand, and said with a wronged tone: "I didn't say anything..." Suddenly, he lifted his head with full confidence, "But aren't you afraid that someone will knock on your window at midnight?"

  I'm afraid of this kind, if you encounter real underworld or gangsters it's easy to deal with, what I fear most is this kind of slippery character: when he picks up a gun he's a soldier, when he puts down the gun he's a civilian, if you guard against him he goes to work on time every day, if you don't guard against him, one night after his shift he might just throw a plastic bag of shit at your window.

  "I repeatedly bowed: 'Everyone, you are ruthless, just treat me, Xiao Qiang, as a fart and let me go. Those 300 students are all orphans, they don't pay a single cent to attend school at my place... If I tell lies, may my son not be surnamed Xiao..."

  That old jujube kernel smiled and said: "What you said, we've also heard about it and investigated it. It seems to be true for now, so we didn't come to find you today to ask for students or extort money from you." Seeing my puzzled look, the jujube kernel said something shocking: "We're here to give you students. Think about it, since you don't charge tuition fees, where can't you recruit? We have over 1,000 students in our hands, and we'll all send them to you. Just accept them graciously."

  "What's your goal?"

  "We also get a rebate, but it's just a few hundred yuan more per person than before. Since you don't charge tuition fees, the kids still save money. We're making a contribution to the education industry and bringing good news to students from poor families..."

  I just realized what this group of people wants to do. I slammed my hand on the table and said: "That's not a place where ordinary people can go..."

  "Then what kind of student are you? A special hardship student or a special talent student?" Seeing me shake my head repeatedly, Zao He also became somewhat anxious. "You don't want to attend a private school, do you?"

  I was taken aback for a moment, but then I thought about it and realized it made sense, so I nodded immediately.

  Jujube kernel They finally felt thoroughly fooled by me, and burst into anger. Six fingers scolded: "Don't think I don't know what you're doing, one toilet per floor and you still want to run a noble school?"...

  At this time, Jing Ke suddenly shouted: "You all shut up!" He saw him furious, his hair disheveled, and his divine power was so majestic that everyone present couldn't help but close their mouths.

  The scene quieted down afterwards, and only then did Changxiang Yu's voice drift away as she sang the last sentence: "Which one is not like a son... chirp chirp..."