"Have you thought about it? Sign when you think about it"

Under the incandescent light with a low wattage, a few green smoke slowly rises, swirling in the air and constantly changing shapes, like a fairy that is elusive to the human heart.

This smoke comes from two cigarettes, one is Yellow Crane Tower Golden Years. This kind of precious tobacco can be sold for more than 10,000 yuan. In fact, the collection value of this kind of cigarette is higher than the smoking itself. Smoking this kind of cigarette itself is more

It is an expression of identity.

The other one is made of soft white sand, which costs four or five yuan a box. Its smoke smell is strong and strong enough, so some year-round smokers prefer it, and it is suitable for most low-income people.

The posture of the person holding the Yellow Crane Tower between his fingertips is quite consistent with the positioning of this tobacco. He is sitting on the only mahogany chair in the old house with his right leg crossed, sitting on the upper edge of the main room, with a delicate and shiny comb.

The back of his head shines brightly under the light, as if he is the master who controls the entire situation.

But the real owner of this house, the old man smoking soft white sand, could only squat on the sill next to the door, pulling out cigarettes one by one. The cigarette butts spread out on the ground and the furrowed white eyebrows were like

His mood has been explained.

"Zhao...Mr. Zhao drinks water"

Lu Chengfei hunched his back, nodded with an apologetic smile, and held the teapot in front of the chair.

The young man with slicked back hair glanced at the teapot with peeling white porcelain, frowned and turned his head away without concealing it, and casually pushed it away with his hands without even looking at this groveling person.

When Lu Chengfei saw this, his face was very embarrassed. He immediately turned around and shouted at his father: "I told you that Mr. Zhao was coming today and asked you to prepare some Dahongpao or Longjing. Why haven't you done it yet?! This white water can accommodate people.

Mr. Zhao!"

"No more nonsense"

Mr. Zhao stood up from his chair and said impatiently.

"I came here in person today not to listen to your continued nonsense"

When he stood up, the person behind him immediately handed him a black mink velvet coat to put on him. There were about ten people standing behind him, all of them were sturdy men about 1.78 meters tall or wearing loose suits.

Or wearing leather jackets, everyone has a fierce face, and you can feel the feeling of "unkindness" just by looking at them.

This battle was so big that Lu Chengfei was so scared that he swallowed his saliva just by looking at it. He never dared to stand upright.

And he was even more obedient to their words. He immediately turned around and shouted at the old man squatting in the corner: "What's going on? Mr. Zhao is here in person. This is just for us and my father.

How long are you going to put off this matter? Hurry up and give it to Mr. Zhao. He is busy with everything, so we can’t afford to neglect him!"

As he spoke, he pulled the old man and groped with one hand into his arms, just to pull out the fragile paper book.

However, Lu Chengfei has been invaded by drinking, sex and gambling all year round, and his body is extremely weak. In terms of physical strength, he is not as good as his father, who has been working in the fields all year round. After pulling and dragging for a long time, the old man did not move at all, but he was panting.

Uncle Lu raised his head, with a tired look on his old face. He couldn't understand that this was the son he had immersed himself in working and had to endure hardships to raise a child.

Where did he have the face to say such things to himself? How shameless can a person be?

"Enough!"

Mr. Zhao over there shouted impatiently, and then shouted: "Come here!"

Hearing this, Lu Chengfei immediately ran back obediently like a dog, and said cautiously: "Mr. Zhao, you said you have something to say..."

Mr. Zhao turned to the side and shouted: "Xiaowei, come here"

Soon a figure came over with a slight limp. This was a tall and thin guy. He looked very young and not yet an adult, but his physique was already close to that of an adult.

It's just that his right leg is lame, it looks like his knee was injured, and there are scars on his right fist.

"Smoke him"

Mr. Zhao said to him with an indifferent expression.

"Ah? Me...me?"

Mr. Zhao frowned and took a puff of the cigarette, then blew a puff of green smoke into the face of the young man in front of him, and said helplessly: "Xiaowei, what's wrong with you? I'm the youngest among the younger generation.

Take good care of you"

"You are still hesitant about this kind of thing? Why, you are timid after being beaten once? It is not a bad thing for young people to suffer a little loss. I will definitely help you find your place in the future! I specially brought you here today to see the situation,

It also helps you regain your confidence. The most important thing for young people is not to lose their courage!"

"Come on, smoke!"

Lu Chengfei's face suddenly changed and he said mournfully: "Mr. Zhao, don't... don't, I have a discussion..."

Snap!

A loud slap cut off his words, and Lu Chengfei spun around in circles.

The young man named Xiao Wei looked at his palm, clasped his fingers, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Then he looked at the man who had been slapped by him, covering the right side of his face and looking at himself in fear, pain and humility, as if he was begging for himself.

By the way, that’s right, that’s what it feels like!

The young man's smile grew bigger and bigger, from a shallow smile to a wild laugh.

Damn it, this is how it feels! Slap others, beat others, let these guys look at you with fear and begging for mercy, and then continue to be abused by you in this look!

Ever since I was violently defeated by that man, I felt like I was wilting over the past few days. I was so fearful that I didn't even dare to leave the door.

It is only now that I feel the happiness I once had from this slap. I am alive again, and I owe all of this to Brother Zhao!

He was so grateful that he looked back at the man with his head behind his back who was puffing out smoke. His eyes showed not only gratitude but also longing.

It’s so cool and enjoyable. Only those who wantonly bully others are real men and real happiness! I want to be a man like him one day!

With this "good hope" and "motivation" in mind, he worked even harder to slap Lu Chengfei in front of him, making this humble and cowardly man feel like a spinning top, and even his own slap hurt.

Mr. Zhao, who was standing behind and watching, was so satisfied that he took a breath of smoke and slowly blew out smoke rings.

Originally, there was no need for him to do things like debt collection personally, but he just liked this kind of work, liked this kind of overwhelming others, liked this kind of controlling everything, liked this kind of condescendingly looking down on this group of poor and weak people.

Feeling.

Simply wonderful!

This feeling allows him to realize firsthand that life is not equal. Some people can be superior, while others can only be like cows and horses.

Then he can experience true happiness in this sense of gap.

Just like the sense of security and happiness at home on a thundering and rainy day, I have what others don’t have, I am superior to others, I am rich and others are poor...

"Okay"

He slowly uttered a sentence to stop Cheng Wei, who was already fighting.

"Stop fighting...stop fighting..."

Lu Chengfei, whose cheeks were red and swollen, turned dizzy and staggered to Uncle Lu, and shouted miserably:
Chapter completed!