Chapter 50 A Dangerous Game "You're ready to take a shower now? Are you treating us like piggies?" Shi Zikui cursed in his heart.
However, after just a slight hesitation, someone whipped him hard on the back. He quickly put on his pants, endured the pain, and followed Wang Hai to the numbered thatched house with the four beggars.
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Shi Zikui's room number is No. 8. Living with him is a beggar who came with him, and a lame old man who has lived here for an unknown period of time. I know that the old man is lame because there is a bedside table next to his bed.
, with a cane
"Old Luo Tou!" Wang Hai pushed Shi Zikui and the beggar into the house and shouted to the lame old man, "These 250 and 315 live here, tell them the rules here when you have time."
The lame old man didn't even look at them. He just coughed to indicate his presence, but it did not indicate his obedience to Wang Hai's orders.
Wang Hai glanced at Lao Luo indifferently, then left Shi Zikui and the beggar and left.
Shi Zikui leaned forward and came to an empty bed next to Lao Luo. Just as he was about to lie down, he heard Lao Luo scolding: "Get out of here, this is not the place for you to stay! 250"
"I have a name, don't call me that!" Shi Zikui also yelled, "Old Coffin"
The beggar just giggled, pointed to the "Red Lotus" brand on his chest, and said, "Hey, we are all formal workers, and we are all members of the same family."
Shi Zikui climbed onto the empty bed next to Lao Luo as usual. No matter how hard Lao Luo stared at him, he fell down and fell asleep.
After a while, Shi Zikui snored loudly.
Lao Luotou was obviously a little overwhelmed. He sat up with one hand, leaned on the bed, picked up a crutch, stretched it to the side of Shi Zikui's bed, knocked it hard, and cursed: "Pig, don't call me pig."
If you breathe again, you will die——"
But Shi Zikui was too lazy to pay attention to him, turned over casually, and continued to snore!
The beggar was also helpless. He grabbed his rags and wrapped them around his head. Then, like Shi Zikui, he also started to snore loudly.
——"Get up! You lazy boy——" It was Wang Hai's voice. Shi Zikui was slapped awake when he was sleeping soundly, "It's time to work, 250, did you hear me? Get up!!"
Lao Luotou was also frightened. He snorted complainingly: "I shouldn't have let them come here, disturbing me so much that I can't even rest!"
Wang Hai paid special attention to Shi Zikui, a big yinthief, so the beggar didn't get beaten at all. When he heard the cry, he jumped out of his bed near the door and looked at Wang Hai in fear, waiting for him to be punished.
Shi Zikui yawned, sat up, and asked in an arrogant voice: "When? Are you going to let anyone else live?"
Wang Hai unexpectedly did not answer. He glanced at Lao Luo, who was lame, and then said seriously to the two newcomers: "You are new here and you need to understand the situation here, so you have to hurry up.
First, you need to learn the special sign language and special language here, which will come in handy! Why, didn’t Lao Luo tell you?"
Shi Zikui thought: New here? Doesn't that include that girl too?! I want to see what she looks like! She is a bit to blame for this! She didn't succeed last night, but she was escorted here
A place where birds don’t poop?
Shi Zikui's mind was in a mess. He looked at Lao Luo, stood up and walked out without saying a word.
"Wait a minute, put on our work clothes and gather in the open space of last night's printing." The scar-faced Wang Hai threw a set of tight-fitting clothes to Shi Zikui and the beggars respectively, with embroidered on the chest
a red lotus
Standing under a few pillars again, several other people were already there. Looking at the extinguished stove, they felt very uncomfortable. Despite this, they had to carefully remember the special sign language of the Red Lotus Nuggets Club.
The person who taught them the special sign language was none other than the scar-faced Wang Hai. Later I heard that this special set of sign language was invented by Wang Hai himself in order to allow men from all over the world to speak while working underground.
He can't imagine how to communicate effectively!
It took about an hour for Wang Hai to instill common movements into Shi Zikui and the others. Then, he had breakfast with all the workers who had already gotten up, and rushed to the gold mine.
There were three carriages driving them to work. Shi Zikui and the two other beggars, plus the coachman and others, there were nine carriages in total. Their carriage was the last carriage.
The difference between this carriage and the president's carriage last night is that it has no hood and is very dirty, covered with mud.
After a bumpy ride that lasted less than a pack of cigarettes, the car reached a corner of a hill. The car Shi Zikui was riding in actually slowed down, and in the blink of an eye the two cars in front of him disappeared.
"What's going on?" Wang Hai, the scar-faced man escorting the car, asked from behind.
The two small supervisors who were responsible for escorting the people behind today were transferred to another position by the president last night. Therefore, Wang Hai, as the director, was temporarily watching. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little lonely.
The car suddenly stopped, and the driver turned around and said that he had to urinate urgently and felt uncomfortable holding it in.
Scar-faced Wang Hai rode a horse and followed behind, shouting: "Solve it on the spot!"
However, the coachman suddenly clutched his stomach and said he was going to have diarrhea. Then he jumped out of the car and ran away regardless of Wang Hai's screams.
Wang Hai knew something was wrong, so he reined in his horse, pulled out his horn and blew it urgently, and then shouted: "Stop!"
The driver ignored him and rushed forward resolutely without looking back.
At this time, the man sitting next to Shi Zikui glared at Shi Zikui fiercely, motioned for him to move his buttocks, and then stood up suddenly. He lifted off a baffle on the carriage and rushed towards Wang Hai's head.
Hit the back of the head
When Wang Hai heard the wind, he turned around immediately, but he was still half a beat too late. The baffle suddenly hit his nose, and his nose suddenly started to bleed.
Liquor nose flew out of the car, got into the reeds by the river, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
From beginning to end, Shi Zikui didn't move. He was still imagining how to get that girl.
The beggars and others who joined the group with Shi Zikui were stunned. They couldn't believe what was happening in front of them. But in just a moment, someone started shouting uneasily: "If you don't run away now, when will you wait? Brothers,
Run!——"
So, everyone in the car jumped out of the carriage and ran around
Wang Hai, who was holding his nose, became anxious. He waved his riding crop and knocked down the few people who had just landed. Then he put his right thumb and index finger into his mouth and blew a long whistle.
The two team leaders in front heard Wang Hai's call for help and quickly turned around and rushed back.
The driver who lied about shitting ran away not far before he was held at knifepoint and taken back.
Sadly, Shi Zikui, who had not moved, saw that everyone else was running away, so he also jumped out of the carriage. However, when he raised his head, he saw a long-handled sword pointing at his neck. Shi Zikui was like all the men who tried to escape.
, and was tied up again in a daze.
Wang Hai angrily kicked the coachman in the stomach, and the man immediately fell down. A team leader next to him went up to pull the coachman up, gave the coachman a fierce uppercut, and knocked the coachman to the ground again, cursing: "Trash!
Are you trying to fight with us? Damn it, are you looking for death?"
"You, you, and you!" Wang Hai pointed at the tied Shi Zikui and the two beggars, and shouted, "dig a hole for me, hurry up!"
Shi Zikui was then able to loosen his bonds, took a shovel, and started digging with the two beggars.
When about one person was deep, Wang Hai stopped. He smiled sinisterly, waved to a supervisor who was escorting the coachman, and motioned for him to push the coachman into the pit.
The coachman seemed to understand what Wang Hai meant, and he quickly cried: "Brother Wang, please spare my life! I, I know my mistake - I don't dare to do it anymore, please spare me this time!"
Wang Hai stopped talking. Except for the scars on his face, which turned purple, he had no other expression. He didn't even look at the coachman, but simply nuzzled into the deep hole he had just dug.
The supervisor no longer pushed with his hands, but directly stepped down and sent the driver into the pit.
"Fill the hole!" Wang Hai coldly ordered Shi Zikui and the two beggars.
The coachman was immediately stunned and shouted wildly: "Brother Wang, Grandpa Wang, you have a lot of money, please spare me, I don't dare to do it anymore! I, I will hand it over, I will hand it all over..."
"Hand? Hand over what?! Are you sure I will still believe you?" Wang Hai sneered. He touched his still sore nose from time to time and shouted at Shi Zikui and the others, "Bury it!"
"Grandpa Wang, I -" the coachman trembled and shivered. He stood in the pit with a sad face, looking at the cold-blooded animals around him. He hurriedly pulled the bun of his hair, revealing a trace of gold thread, and begged,
"I've given it all! Please forgive me. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a wife and children. When I come out, there will be no news. They don't know what to do. I, please forgive me."
Me! I just want to go home, oh, I know I was wrong, I, I won’t go back..."
The supervisor knelt down and, like Wang Hai, expressionlessly took the thin gold wire from the coachman's hand, turned around and handed it to Wang Hai silently.
Wang Hai glanced at the driver in the pit suspiciously, pulled out a sharp knife from his waist, walked to the pit and bent down, grabbed the driver's hair, and decisively cut off the man's hair with the knife.
He held the hair in his hands and shook it. Seeing that nothing fell off, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Then he stretched out his hand to hold the coachman's head and brushed the coachman's short hair back and forth against his scalp. There was still no residue.
Wang Hai smiled sinisterly, and suddenly, he grabbed the coachman's ear, cut it off with a rogue knife, and cursed fiercely: "Fight with me? Huh, you're a little too young! It's necessary to avoid past mistakes and avoid future consequences.
Even if this is a punishment for you! Leave your life behind and work hard for me! Don’t have any more illusions."
The driver screamed in pain and fainted
Wang Hai ordered Shi Zikui and the beggar to go down to the pit to support the coachman and pull him to the ground. Then he said to everyone: "Please be energetic! Don't waste everyone's opportunity to make a fortune. Let's get on the road——"
When Shi Zikui saw the bloody ear thrown out of Wang Hai's hand, he couldn't help feeling panicked. This was the second time he had witnessed violence. However, compared to the last vicious fight in Yuanzi Hall, it was
Much more spooky!
At this moment, Shi Zikui no longer had the energy to think about women, but he deeply understood the meaning of being weak.
Seeing the driver's expression of pain, Shi Zikui thought of his own broken leg again, and couldn't help but tremble, thinking in his heart: We are both from the end of the world! Brother, you are so unlucky!
The people who were tied up again stopped making a sound and did not dare to raise their heads. Under the escort of many overseers' swords, they got back into the car and rushed to the gold mining spot.
Drops of blood fell on the muddy road, and were then run over by wheels and horse hooves. The deep ruts and chaotic footprints covered up the faint blood stains. After the wind blew, there was no trace...