Voices from outside the door came in from time to time, and several of his subordinates were complaining to Brother Dong, saying that the job of collecting money was too difficult now, and they couldn't feed those people, nor take them away, even if they wanted to stay in other people's homes.
They would call the police. When the police arrived, they would drive them away without saying a word. No matter how they explained that what they wanted was a credit card debt, it was useless even if they had a formal authorization from the bank.
"The old school saying is very simple. If there is any violation of law and involves credit card fraud, let the bank go to the economic investigation and call the police. If there is a debt default, let the bank go to the court. Damn Obi, if they all go to the court, and
What's wrong with us? We're so annoyed." Someone said cursingly.
"Yeah, I (I) have been chasing him for three fucking days, but I haven't completed a single order, and I haven't gotten a penny of money," said another.
"Didn't you find the person?" Brother Dong asked.
"I found a useless person. Now everyone knows that they are cracking down on gangsters. We don't dare to do anything to them. They are not afraid of us at all. This Luo'er (idiot) I found, as soon as I entered, he took out his mobile phone and said to me
, from now on, I am recording and videotaping, if you have anything to say, you can tell me, hehe, that style seems to be that he is asking me for debt."
"Money, it doesn't matter whether you want the money or not. You all should be careful. In terms of reasoning, people, people's safety is the most important thing now. Do you know? Don't go more than three people anywhere. Three people, three people. People are old-school.
According to the gang, don't quarrel with others. If you make a quarrel, even if you pursue them violently, you have to pick on the person first, do you understand?" Brother Dong confessed.
"I've betrayed my promise. I'm a bitch (I am now). I'm more polite than a fucking insurance guy. When I go to someone's house, I'll call them brother and sister non-stop. If they are willing to pay back the money, I'll call them mom and dad."
Everyone is willing, but no one will fucking pay me back."
Sheng Chuncheng was in the back room, massaging the old man, while listening to the conversation outside. The more he listened, the more he felt in his heart. This was not a meeting of the underworld, it was just a gathering of complaints. It seemed that no matter how rampant it was,
Gangsters are also afraid of being jailed.
Sheng Chuncheng exerted some force on his hands, and the old man yelled: "Oh, oh, oh, it's so comfortable, it's so comfortable, let's boil it again!"
People outside the house laughed when they heard the old man's cry. Some people shouted: "The old man is really just like a trap."
In the afternoon, Sheng Chuncheng still had a customer who needed door-to-door service, but it had to be after four o'clock but before four o'clock. The customer needed to take a nap. Sheng Chuncheng came out of Brother Dong and others and saw that it was still early, so he decided to go back to his room and rest first.
for a while, and then set off again.
Sheng Chuncheng returned to the rental house. His girlfriend went to work and was not at home. Sheng Chuncheng lay down on the bed, ready to take a rest. He habitually took the earphones on the bedside and put them on. What came from the earphones was not
The music was a woman's moan, the moan of Liu Yue, who is now popular on p-station. Sheng Chuncheng downloaded it from p-station.
This is one of Chen Chuncheng's methods to train himself. When he is lying in bed or running by the river late at night, he plays this kind of sound in his headphones, just to make himself mentally insensitive to this aspect.
Xue'er was not the first or the only customer who had a clear view in front of him. They all thought that Sheng Chuncheng was a blind man and could not see, so they were happy to expose themselves in front of him. This gave Sheng Chuncheng a little headache. The customer was
The client must numb himself to the scene in front of him and cannot have any inappropriate thoughts or conditioned reflex reactions.
Sheng Chuncheng fell asleep amidst Liu Yue's moans, but he heard the ringing of the phone, which seemed to pierce Liu Yue's low singing. It kept ringing. Sheng Chuncheng turned around and saw another one of his
The screen of Huawei mobile phone keeps flashing.
Sheng Chuncheng has two mobile phones, one is a blind mobile phone, and the other is a Huawei mobile phone. The blind mobile phone is a work mobile phone. It is always in his bag, together with essential oils, alcohol wipes, etc., which are filled with customers.
list and contacts, so Sheng Chuncheng was not afraid of that scumbag looking through his phone.
All his relatives and friends, as well as one or two close classmates, are on this Huawei phone. Sheng Chuncheng never takes it with him when he goes out to work every day.
Sheng Chuncheng took the mobile phone on the bedside table, looked at it, and couldn't help frowning. The call was from his sister. Sheng Chuncheng didn't answer it, because he knew what she was going to say.
My sister is now in her second year of high school. After this summer vacation, she will be her third year of high school. She is in the final sprint for the college entrance examination. Her grades in school are average. She has long wanted to give up. She has told Sheng Chuncheng many times that she does not want to take the college entrance examination and even wants to drop out of school.
When she came to Hangcheng to work, she told Sheng Chuncheng that there was no point in studying hard for another year to get a high school diploma.
"There is no difference between having that diploma and not having one, brother." His sister said to him.
Sheng Chuncheng was of course opposed to it, not only against her dropping out of school, but also against her not taking the college entrance examination, insisting that she must go to college.
Sheng Chuncheng sat up, took the phone and pressed the answer button.
"Brother, why don't you answer the phone? Are you angry with me?" My sister said on the phone as soon as the call came through.
"No, you are overthinking," Sheng Chuncheng said.
"How about that thing?"
"No, you go to school and take exams well." Sheng Chuncheng refused, "Chunni, let me tell you, there is no room for negotiation on this matter."
"But even if I take the exam, I won't get into a good school." Sheng Chunni defended.
"I know, Chunni, I don't expect you to be admitted to Peking University or Tsinghua University. You can get 985 or 211. You just have to do your best. Do you understand?"
"I don't understand. I want to go to Hangzhou to work and help brother." Sheng Chunni hesitated for a moment and muttered: "Brother, you are working too hard."
Sheng Chuncheng smiled and said, "If you can really understand me, just listen to me and study hard. Do you understand? No matter which school you go to, I will support you until you graduate from college. Be obedient."
"Why, why do you have to go to college?" Sheng Chunni shouted on the phone.
Sheng Chuncheng was silent. He thought for a moment and said, "Because you are my sister, and I hope my sister can become a college student."
"Then if you go to a university like that, you won't be working the same way when you come out."
"Yes, that would still be a part-time job, but if you drop out of school now, do you know what you are?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.
"What is it, brother?"
"You are just a migrant worker." Sheng Chuncheng said, "There is a high probability that the people around you and you know are also migrant workers. Different starting points will lead to different circles and people you come into contact with. This is the reality of this society, and people
They all flock together, and a starting point that is too low means that the path you can choose in the future will be much narrower. This is my personal experience."
