[Urban] How a Scoundrel is Made - 16-18

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

Chapter 53

"Xiao Gao, Gao Hongyan!—" I leaped to the young woman and grabbed her hands, which were severely twisted and crippled from burns:

"It's you, Gao Hongyan! I never expected to see you here!"

"Factory—Director—!"

Gao Hongyan's small, timid eyes looked at me excitedly, her two crippled hands trembling in my large palm:

"Xiao Zhang, you, you, no, Factory Director!"

"Xiao Gao, old classmate, please don't call me Factory Director, it sounds so awkward to me!" I suddenly turned to the old woman:

"Aunt Li, Xiao Gao's hands are injured, she can't lift such a heavy type case, why don't you take care of disabled people and let her do some work she can manage?"

"Sigh," the old woman continued to grumble incessantly:

"Factory manager, we've already taken good care of her. Her family is poor; both her parents are blind and rely on government assistance for years. She's disabled, and it's only because of the government that she got a job here. Manager, her hand is injured; she can't work at the printing press, let alone fold pages in the binding workshop. She can only pick up characters and arrange layouts in the calligraphy workshop."

"Then, can't you let her do something else?"

"Besides printing and binding, what other work is there, Manager? What else can she do?"

"Let her go to my office and do secretarial work!"

"Heh heh," the lecherous man behind me muttered lewdly,

"Damn, she's only been factory manager a few days and she's already got a secretary, huh?"

"Fuck you!" I turned around, coldly cursing the lecherous man. Then, I grabbed Gao Hongyan's injured hand and walked out of the typing workshop without looking back. I led Gao Hongyan into my office, pressed her down to sit opposite me, and very seriously counted my fingers:

“Ah, old classmate, old deskmate, Xiao Gao, I remember, the last time we saw each other was... it was... wow, if I think about it carefully, it's been a full eight years!”

“Yes, Xiao Zhang, exactly eight years!”

“Ah, eight years, eight years!” I suddenly remembered a line from “Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy,” and waved my hand with deep emotion:

“Sigh, eight years, don’t even mention it!”

“Hehe,” Gao Hongyan smiled charmingly at me:

“Xiao Zhang, you’re still the same as before, still so mischievous and humorous!”

“You too,” I said excitedly:

“Xiao Gao, you’ve only grown taller, your face hasn’t changed at all, it’s still the same as when you were little, and your voice hasn’t changed either. Just now, when I heard your voice, it felt so familiar!”

Seeing me staring at her with such intense gaze for so long, Gao Hongyan’s fair cheeks gradually flushed, and I asked affectionately:

“Xiao Gao, how are your father and mother? How is your grandmother?”

“Fine,” Gao Hongyan lowered her head shyly, avoiding my eager gaze:

"Dad and Mom are both well, very healthy. Grandma... Grandma died!"

"Oh, Grandma was so kind, so gentle! Xiao Gao," I grabbed Gao Hongyan's hand again:

"You know, once when I was hanging out on the street, I accidentally saw your father. He was telling fortunes!"

"Sigh," Gao Hongyan's cheeks flushed even more, and she muttered very embarrassedly:

"There's no other way. To make a living, Dad learned fortune telling for a while, trying to earn some money to support the family. Sigh, life is so hard!"

"Xiao Gao, are you married?"

"No," Gao Hongyan shook her head in disappointment:

"Someone like me, with both Dad and Mom blind, our family is dirt poor, and my hands are injured. They look rather scary at first glance. What decent young man would want to marry me!"

"Xiao Gao," I said solemnly:

"After work, I'll treat you to dinner!"

"Xiao Zhang, I'm sorry, don't laugh at me, but I've never even stepped foot inside a restaurant before!"

"Xiao Gao, you still have the same personality you had in school—timid, easily embarrassed, and too shy to even speak to strangers. Someone like you will never find a partner on your own!"

"I don't want to! Living alone for the rest of my life is better!"

After work, I took Gao Hongyan to a large entertainment venue that combined dining, bathing, karaoke, and accommodation. I rented a luxurious private room. I now have a ton of cash, spending it with ease, feeling incredibly comfortable and happy. All of this was given to me by Sister Xu; financially, I can't live without her anymore.

"Oh dear," Gao Hongyan, fresh from her bath and dressed in a gorgeous bathrobe, tiptoed into the private room. Looking at the luxurious furnishings, she exclaimed,

"Xiao Zhang, how much did this cost?"

"Hey, you, Xiao Gao, you're really making a fuss over nothing!"

"Xiao Zhang," Gao Hongyan sat down opposite me,

"When we came in, I saw the money you gave the bartender—so much! I couldn't earn that much in a month!"

"Here," I poured myself a refreshing glass of ice-cold beer,

"Xiao Gao, don't think so much, drink up!"

"Oh, no," Gao Hongyan shook her head firmly,

"No, Xiao Zhang, I don't drink!"

"Hey, what do you mean 'can't'? Drink up! Close your eyes and chug it down! Eight years! Just for those eight years, you have to drink with me!" Without a word, I grabbed Gao Hongyan's arm and shoved the glass into her hand. Gao Hongyan raised her small hand, and the wide sleeve of her bathrobe slid down with a whoosh, reflecting an alluring soft light under the dazzling lamplight, drawing my gaze completely: Wow, Gao Hongyan's skin was so fair and delicate! I had never imagined it, nor had I ever noticed it before. I stared, mesmerized, and then reached out and greedily touched it. Gao Hongyan's skin was

slightly different from any other woman I had ever been with; not only was it fair and delicate, but it also had a wonderfully smooth feel. A gentle touch aroused a strong desire, and my penis became restless again. Seeing me staring at her lustfully, Gao Hongyan lowered her head shyly, but she showed no sign of aversion, letting me freely caress her arm. My lust swelled, and I moved to Gao Hongyan's side, pressing my thick lips, reeking of alcohol, against her fair cheek. To my surprise, Gao Hongyan obediently turned her face, opened her small mouth, and took my tongue in. Then, we kissed passionately. Her cheek was so tender and smooth; the feeling was like biting into a piece of succulent lamb. I chewed on it with gusto.

Gao Hongyan sat obediently, letting me nibble and chew at will. Gradually, her breathing became labored, her face burning hot, and her small, crimson mouth exhaling hot breath. I, however, took advantage of the situation, tearing off Gao Hongyan's bathrobe, revealing a smooth, fair body before my eyes. Gao Hongyan's soft breasts were clad in a pale red bra, encasing a pair of beautiful breasts that I longed for. Between her slender, jade-like legs, she wore a captivating and extremely sexy pair of panties. As with any woman, I was eager to first admire Gao Hongyan's armpit hair. So, I lifted Gao Hongyan's arm, lowered my head, and scrutinized her armpit with burning eyes. To my great surprise, Gao Hongyan's armpits were completely hairless. The smooth, soft texture was strikingly similar to my mother's cleanly shaved armpits—a perfect match. I was instantly excited, and my tongue, as if possessed, went to her armpits and began to nibble. Gao Hongyan couldn't help but giggle:

"Giggle, Xiao Zhang, what are you doing? Why are you nibbling on my armpits? It's making me so itchy! Giggle..."

After nibbling enough on Gao Hongyan's armpits, my tongue moved downwards, beginning to suck on her navel. Through the thin fabric of her panties, I finally caught a whiff of the alluring scent of her genitals and couldn't help but exclaim:

"So fragrant!"

I placed my hand on Gao Hongyan's panties, feeling as if I were grasping a plump little mound of flesh. Gao Hongyan showed no sign of aversion or resistance, which made me uneasy. I raised my head:

"Xiao Gao, we just met, and I'm already like this. You must be annoyed, right?"

"Hehe," Gao Hongyan smiled sweetly:

"Xiao Zhang, I'm not annoyed! But I'm afraid of you, I don't dare refuse you!"

"Afraid of me?" I was confused:

"Why are you afraid of me? Am I a big tiger?"

"No, although you're not a big tiger, I don't understand either, but I'm just afraid of you, I don't dare to defy you! Xiao Zhang, I'm not only afraid of you, I admire you!"

"Admire me? Haha, Xiao Gao, what is there for you to admire about me? When I was in school, I was either fighting with teachers or skipping school!"

"That's why I'm afraid of you. You dared to knock the music teacher to the ground, tell me, how could I not be afraid of you? Hehe, Xiao Zhang, back in school, what you said sounded like a little counter-revolutionary. Who dared to say it? Only you dared to speak up. So, I was afraid of you. You were really bold, not afraid of going to jail. But now, everything you said back then was right, so I started to admire you. After everything you said was considered correct, my initial fear of you turned into admiration. Xiao Zhang, you are truly knowledgeable, and even more courageous! Xiao Zhang, do you know how your classmates evaluated you after you skipped school?"

"I don't know," I shook my head, still holding Gao Hongyan tightly.

“Look,” Gao Hongyan leaned against me, struggling to raise a crooked thumb:

“This! Your classmates all gave you a thumbs up, saying you have a rebellious spirit, courage, and are a real man. So, I admire you even more. You know, your actions touched the hearts of so many girls!”

“Wow, what? Hitting a teacher and becoming a hero, and even getting the respect of classmates? I never thought hitting a teacher could win the girls’ favor!”

“Behind their backs,” Gao Hongyan continued,

“the girls all talked about you, their expressions, hehe. If you went back to them, they’d all be scrambling to be with you. As for me, I’ll never even make the cut. My conditions are too poor, I know that. Xiao Zhang, do you know, that tape recorder you were carrying cost more than our family’s living expenses for two years combined! Compared to you, I feel so pathetic!”

I shook my head casually:

"Hey, Xiao Gao, that was ages ago! I stopped researching that junk a long time ago. That radio you mentioned, I threw it aside to collect dust. Xiao Gao, I've completely changed. I've become bad, really bad, I'm a complete scoundrel!"

"Hehe, isn't that what people always say: 'Women don't love men who aren't a little bad.' Xiao Zhang, my feelings for you are genuine, unconditional, and without reservation. Xiao Zhang, I know nothing about what happened after you left school and in the eight years since, but based on the deep impression I had of you from our student days, I always believed you wouldn't become bad. Even if you did, becoming a scoundrel would be a different kind of badness, a different kind of scoundrel. Like what happened today. I hadn't even met you then, I only heard people say: 'Our factory just got a very young new factory manager, he drinks with scoundrels every noon, he's not serious, he'll be...'" "You'll ruin the factory. When you were fighting with the tax officer, I was working in the workshop. There was a lot of talking about it, and the workers were all sighing: 'Our factory manager is really bold! He even dared to hit the tax officer. Let's see how he gets out of this!' Xiao Zhang, even though I know you did it, I still think you're a real man! Even if you're a rogue, you're still a rogue man! A lovable rogue. Because you didn't hit the tax officer to avoid paying taxes yourself, but for the factory. The factory really doesn't have the money to pay taxes! Xiao Zhang, I'm not only afraid of you, I admire you, I envy you. No matter how you live your life, it will definitely be spectacular and very valuable... while I,"

"Ha," I immediately put on a rogue's face:

"Xiao Gao, so, I'm going to play the rogue with you now?"

"Go ahead, play the rogue, play however you want, be as rogue as you want!" Gao Hongyan said righteously, like a female martyr going to her execution.

“Xiao Gao, I want to have sex with you! What do you think? Am I shameless?”

“Whatever!” The usually reserved Gao Hongyan said very calmly,

“Whatever, do as you please. Didn’t I say, you can do whatever you want!”

“But I’m already married, I have a wife and a family!”

“I don’t care!”

“I can’t marry you!”

“I’m not good enough for you either. I never wanted to marry you. Like I said: I’m afraid of you, I admire you! Xiao Zhang, I’ve wanted to be with you for a long time, but how can I be worthy of you? In every aspect, I’m not good enough for you. Today, you took the initiative to ask me to be with you, and I couldn’t be happier. I don’t ask you to marry me. Being with you once is enough.”

“Xiao Gao,” I excitedly hugged Gao Hongyan, pressing my cheek tightly against her face. I immediately felt an unprecedented heat. Gao Hongyan’s cheeks were burning hot, her chest was heaving violently, and hot breaths were billowing from her slightly open mouth. Gazing at her rapidly heaving chest, I tenderly ripped off her bra. With a soft thud, a pair of trembling breasts were revealed. I stuck out my tongue and began to caress them tenderly, the tip gently grazing her rosy nipples. Gao Hongyan tilted her head back:

"Oh—," Gao Hongyan said sincerely,

"Xiao Zhang, do you know how much I've missed you since you skipped school? Secretly, stealthily, in class, on the way home, in bed, in…"

"Xiao Gao," I could no longer restrain myself and quietly pulled down Gao Hongyan's panties. Gao Hongyan very alertly turned her gaze to my hand. I stared blankly at her, and she looked at me eagerly. After a long while, I suddenly became timid:

"Xiao Gao, is it alright?"

"I've told you a thousand times, whatever!"

As if I'd received a royal decree, I obediently crawled to Gao Hongyan's feet. Already accustomed to the lewd flirting of the pleasure quarters, and always enjoying playing along, I suddenly became like a thief under Gao Hongyan's unbelievably frank gaze. My large, rough hands trembled uncontrollably as I shakily grabbed Gao Hongyan's panties:

“Xiao Gao, I’m going to be shameless!”

“Hehe,” Gao Hongyan smiled faintly. I finally mustered up my courage and slowly pulled down Gao Hongyan’s panties along her two jade-like legs, carefully placing them on the bedside table. Then, I focused all my attention on Gao Hongyan’s mysterious place.

“Ah—,” I stared and stared, and couldn’t help but shout out. I grabbed Gao Hongyan’s legs and stared intently at her vulva. As I stared, I called out affectionately:

“Mommy!—Mommy!—”

…

Chapter 54

Looking around, Gao Hongyan’s petite and delicate vulva was like a gently undulating snowfield, crystal clear and white. The small hill, where not a single black hair could be found, shimmered with a lovely and tender luster under the dazzling light. A pale pink slit slowly extended downwards from the top of the hill, gradually disappearing between her tightly closed thighs.

"How beautiful!" I couldn't help but exclaim, and impatiently parted Gao Hongyan's jade-like legs, my eyes fixed on that delicate crevice. I reached out and gently touched the small, bean-like mound at the top of the mound. Gao Hongyan's body immediately trembled slightly, and as her thighs parted at a wide angle, the crevice gradually widened. Embedded in that tender crevice were two long, arched, incredibly fresh, pale pink labia, like two protective buds, faithfully surrounding the mysterious crevice. I pressed my nostrils close and inhaled: a pure, slightly salty scent. Just as I was about to stick out my tongue to suckle that alluring bud, suddenly, a stream of glistening, lustful fluid gushed out from the slightly widened crevice, slowly flowing down the bottom of the crevice. I hurriedly brought my tongue to it and greedily drank it in. Gao Hongyan sat up abruptly:

"Xiao Zhang, what are you doing? Why are you drinking this stuff?"

"I like it," I wiped my mouth, which was covered in semen. Gao Hongyan covered her mouth shyly:

"Wow, it's so dirty!"

"No, I like it. Hey, Xiao Gao, why are you suddenly so wet?"

"I, I," Gao Hongyan stammered:

"I don't understand either, Xiao Zhang. Before, whenever I thought of you, my lower body would just gush and gush, sometimes soaking my underwear. Just now, thinking about being with you, I was so happy, and your fingers kept touching my private parts. I got excited, and as a result, it started gushing again!"

"Haha," I pushed Gao Hongyan down again:

"Then, let it gush a little more, I like to drink it!"

"You're so pathetic, liking to drink girls' stuff, it's so dirty!"

"Wow," I parted Gao Hongyan's two thin, tender little flower-like vulva. Inside the fleshy opening, there was a round, pale pink hole. I tried to insert my fingertip. But, after only a few touches, Gao Hongyan trembled violently, her crippled little hand instinctively covering her genitals:

"Ouch, it hurts!"

"Wow, Xiao Gao, what a pure virgin!" With that, I yanked off my underwear, my bright red penis immediately exposed to Gao Hongyan's eyes. Gao Hongyan was startled at first, then lowered her head in embarrassment:

"My god, it's so thick, so scary!"

I knelt between Gao Hongyan's legs, holding her thighs with both hands:

"Xiao Gao, I'm going to fuck you now, you can still regret it!"

"Whatever!" Gao Hongyan said calmly:

"But, you'd better be gentle, don't hurt me!"

“Okay, Xiao Gao, don’t be afraid, I’ll insert it gently,” I released Gao Hongyan’s legs and gently parted her vulva. I stared blankly at her smooth, creamy vulva and her pink, moist opening. Suddenly, a memory flashed through my mind of peeping at my mother while she was bathing as a child. When she was wiping her vulva, she gently parted her opening, revealing pink flesh that was exactly the same as Gao Hongyan’s.

“Ah—, Mom, Mom,”

“Mom?” Gao Hongyan asked, puzzled.

“What did you say, Mom?”

“Well, Xiao Gao, seeing your vulva reminds me of Mom’s vulva!”

“What!” Gao Hongyan exclaimed in surprise.

“Xiao Zhang, you’ve seen your mother’s vulva?”

“Yes! I secretly saw it when Mom was bathing,” I nodded without hesitation.

“I secretly saw it. Mom’s vulva is just like yours, without a single hair. However, Mom’s vulva is wiping it, while yours is a natural little white tiger!”

“Oh my,” Gao Hongyan grinned.

“You’re so shameless, so shameless, peeping at Mom while she’s bathing, shame, shame, shame!” Gao Hongyan playfully rubbed her delicate face with her bent fingers:

“You’re shameless!”

“So, I’m telling you, I’m a shameless person, and you don’t believe me. I not only peep at Mom while she’s bathing, but I even want to do this kind of thing with her!” I rubbed my hard penis against Gao Hongyan’s vulva, and Gao Hongyan exclaimed:

“My God, you’re really something, you’re so bold! Did you do it?”

“No, Mom didn’t agree.”

“Hehe, if I were your mother, I wouldn’t agree either. What is this? It’s ridiculous!”

I placed the head of my penis at the entrance of Gao Hongyan’s vagina and gently pushed it in. Gao Hongyan suddenly tensed up:

“Ouch—it hurts!” Saying that, she raised her head and looked helplessly at her lower body:

“Can such a thick thing go in?”

“No problem, watch me,” I said with a sudden burst of strength, and with a soft “plop,” my penis plunged headlong into her vagina. Gao Hongyan screamed, “Ah—!” and immediately gritted her teeth, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

“Ouch—it’s so tight!”

Gao Hongyan’s vagina was so tight that my penis couldn’t move easily. I pulled hard, and with a “squeak,” I pulled it out. Instantly, a stream of bright red blood flowed from her vagina. Gao Hongyan trembled slightly, staring blankly at the blood beneath her, then looked at me blankly.

“Xiao Zhang, I…I’ve lost my virginity!” After saying that, tears welled up in her eyes.

“It’s over, it’s over, oh, oh,”

“Xiao Gao, you regret it!”

“No,” Gao Hongyan suddenly lay flat.

"Come on, Xiao Zhang!"

I thrust my penis into the bleeding hole again, pounding away wildly. The virgin's blood, mixed with her flowing love juices, smeared the head of my penis. Each thrust brought a pleasure that words couldn't describe. Each time my penis entered, it was enveloped by the rolling tender flesh, kissing it tenderly until it was wet and slippery.

Gao Hongyan stopped crying out in pain and began to moan softly:

"Oh, oh,"

"Does it hurt anymore?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, but it's so numb!"

I placed Gao Hongyan's legs on my neck and thrust even more frantically. Gao Hongyan's frail body trembled violently back and forth, one injured hand lovingly grasping my chest:

"Xiao Zhang, your muscles are so hard," she said, then pinched my thigh.

"Wow, what thick thighs! Hard as a big wooden stick!"

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, it feels great. Every time your thigh bumps against my butt, it feels so good. Xiao Zhang, I'm so happy to do this with you!"

"Ah—," I was thrusting wildly when suddenly, Gao Hongyan's wet vagina made me tremble unbelievably. I immediately stopped, my penis still inside her, staring blankly at the rapidly contracting flesh. The vagina continued to tremble, the tender flesh inside constantly massaging my penis. I was extremely excited:

"Xiao Gao, you're so good! How can your vagina be so amazing? Are you using force?"

"No, no," Gao Hongyan shook her head:

"I'm not using force. I'm just too excited, I can't control myself, my lower body is trembling. Xiao Zhang, not only is my lower body trembling, my heart is beating even faster."

"Oh," I pulled my penis out of her vagina, then lay between Gao Hongyan's legs, inserting two fingers inside, enjoying the unique pleasure of her vaginal contractions. Gao Hongyan's chest continued to heave, her vagina contracting rhythmically. I pressed my tongue against her vulva, sucking wildly. Gao Hongyan murmured,

"Dirty, dirty!"

I sucked her genitals clean, making them shiny, then inserted my penis again, stirring it around:

"Ah, Mom, Mom, your son is here, Mom, your son missed you so much! Mom,..."

"Xiao Zhang, what are you doing again?"

"I miss Mom!"

"Then go home and see your mother!"

"Mom is angry with me!"

"Why?"

"She didn't approve of my marriage, so I took it upon myself to get married, and now Mom doesn't talk to me anymore!"

"Hehe," Gao Hongyan suggested,

"Treat your mother well. You're so rich, buy her things she likes! That'll definitely make her happy!"

"But Mom says my money is dirty. Whatever I buy for her, she won't accept. My wife bought Mom a mink coat worth over ten thousand yuan, but Mom didn't want it. My wife actually put it in the bathroom and burned it!"

"Wow," Gao Hongyan exclaimed,

"Your wife is really rich! She burned something worth over ten thousand yuan just like that!"

"From then on, I was too ashamed to go home to see my mother!"

"Xiao Zhang, judging from this, your wife must be very fierce!"

"She's a bit neurotic, unpredictable, but, like tofu curdled with brine, there's a counter to every kind of person. I can handle her. In front of me, she's as obedient as a little lamb!"

"Hehe," Gao Hongyan hugged my neck and kissed my cheek with her hot lips:

"Oh, oh, so comfortable!"

"Comfortable?"

"Comfortable!"

"How comfortable?"

"Ugh, I won't tell you!" After a pause, Gao Hongyan said seriously:

"It feels numb and slippery, like I need to pee!" As she spoke, Gao Hongyan's vagina trembled again. I was instantly excited. Ah, what a wonderful woman! I wanted to possess her completely. I said with deep feeling,

"Wow, Xiao Gao, you're amazing! I've played with so many women, but this is the first time I've met one like you. During orgasm, it moves inside! It's so much fun, so much fun!"

"Hmph," Gao Hongyan gently pinched me,

"Playboy! A playboy who only plays with women!"

"Xiao Gao," I pressed heavily against Gao Hongyan, excitedly saying,

"You're so wonderful, I want to marry you!"

"No, I'm a cripple, I'm not good enough for you!"

"I don't care, I'll swindle all my wife's money, and then I'll marry you!"

"No, your mother won't agree, I'm not worthy!"

"Even if she doesn't agree, I'll still marry you."

"Why?"

“You’re gentle, kind, and full of respect for me. For those reasons alone, I must marry you. And,” I pointed to Gao Hongyan’s vagina,

“there’s this. Your place is so beautiful; I want to possess it forever! To claim it as my own!”

“Vulgar, vulgar,”

“Or,” I asked,

“if Mom really doesn’t agree, Xiao Gao, you can be my concubine!”

“You scoundrel, concubine, that’s too awful. No, I won’t do it. I’ll be your lover, your lover for life, how about that!”

“Okay, Xiao Gao, come to my house sometime and let my mother see you!”

“No, I dare not. Look,” Gao Hongyan displayed her two crippled hands before my eyes,

“I dare not see your mother.”

“Didn’t you say that if you coax her and make my mother happy, she will agree?”

“But your mother likes mink coats, and I can’t afford them!”

“I’ll buy one for you, and you can give it to my mother and say that you bought it!”

“No, I’d rather die than lie!” Gao Hongyan said firmly.

"If you're going to give a gift, you should use your own money to buy it for your mother, Xiao Zhang. Do you think your mother will agree?"

"Yes, my mother really dislikes my current wife. She wouldn't agree to us!"

"Sigh," Gao Hongyan stretched out her disabled hands again:

"How can I face your mother with these hands?"

"Xiao Gao, be optimistic. Don't always look at these hands. You need to pull yourself together and use these hands to achieve something, to show those able-bodied people that Gao Hongyan is not simple!" "

But what can these hands do?"

"Learn computers!"

"Hehe," Gao Hongyan stared blankly at her disabled hands, helplessly gesturing as she typed on the keyboard:

"With these ten crooked fingers, I can still manage that thing!"

"No problem. Nothing is impossible for a willing heart. Xiao Gao, tomorrow I'll buy you a computer. You can learn slowly, you must study hard!"

"But I don't know anything, I can't do anything!"

"I'll teach you! Xiao Gao, you must learn computers, learn them well, master them. You must master laser typesetting technology. Only then will your future be bright and full of hope! You must keep up with the times. Those old lead type in our factory won't last two years before they're completely obsolete. All those type-picking workers will have to be laid off and go home to take care of their children!"

"Thank you," upon hearing my suggestion, Gao Hongyan's usually slightly melancholic, narrow eyes immediately shone with an incredibly fervent light of hope and anticipation for the future. She suddenly stretched out her hands and hugged me tightly, her warm little mouth nibbling at me desperately:

"Thank you, Xiao Zhang, you're so good, I like you so much... I, I,"

her vagina began to contract rapidly again!

...

Chapter 55

"Xiao Li," my father called me angrily:

"You brat, you've gotten married and forgotten your mother, don't you? Huh?"

"Dad," I stammered, unsure how to answer. Dad continued his stern lecture:

"You heartless little rascal! What use is a son like you? You're never home, your mother talks about you every day, cries whenever she thinks of you, and now her old problem has flared up again!"

"Ah, dizziness—Mom's dizziness is acting up again? Dad, I'm going home to see Mom right now!"

It seemed Mom truly missed her perpetually hopeless son, who was gradually degenerating into a rogue. Because Mom strongly opposed my marriage to Sister Xu, I hadn't visited her even once since our secret wedding. After hanging up the phone, I ran to the supermarket and bought a whole plastic bag full of various fruits. I wanted to see Mom; this was a rare opportunity.

After an unprecedentedly fierce argument with my mother, I slammed the door shut, turned away without looking back or even saying goodbye, and left the home that had given me so much warmth. I never went back. In the hallway, I can still hear my mother's painful, desperate, and helpless sobs. Looking back now, I realize how cruel I was. I was such a shameless person. I was so unmoved by my mother's pleas and tears, so determined to marry Sister Xu, a corrupt official.

Ah, Mother, my dearest Mother, as I grow older, my longing for you grows stronger each day, my love for you deepens, to the point of being uncontrollable. I want to take this opportunity to visit you and once again express my infatuation. However, this time, I absolutely cannot be like last time, with my words and actions being too explicit or extreme. I will use all sorts of cunning methods, even the most despicable and shameless ones, to achieve my sordid goal. Whether it's consensual sex, seduction, or drugging, as long as it leads to actual sexual relations with my mother, I will stop at nothing. Heh heh, I'm a rogue, what am I afraid of! I confidently gave this despicable plan a catchy code name: Typhoon!

When I hurriedly returned home with a bag of fruit and quietly pushed open the door, my father was sitting at his desk, busy with something. Seeing me come in, he indifferently raised his head, glared at me with extreme hostility, and then remained motionless, burying his head again to continue his work.

Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps there was some injustice in a past life, but my father and I could never get along. And as time went by, we became more and more like irreconcilable enemies, separated by a bottomless, insurmountable chasm, locked in a fierce standoff. In my childhood, I vehemently resented my father's excessive fawning over my mother, his sole purpose being to satisfy her desire to have sex with her at night. Every morning, as I sat on the toilet and saw the filthy condoms in the wastebasket, I trembled with rage: That damned father, you shamelessly toyed with my mother's lovely little machine again—the very hole from which I reluctantly emerged into this filthy, evil world. I always firmly believed that my mother's hole belonged to me, my warm harbor from which I could escape the storms of life. In the years that followed, whenever I encountered frustration and misfortune, I would think of that warm harbor, my mother's hole—ah, that was the paradise from which I could completely escape my troubles! Sometimes, I truly wished I could crawl back in and escape this sinful world forever.

During my childhood, I not only hated my father for playing with my mother's vagina, but I was also at odds with him in terms of thought and consciousness. Ironically, I went from being a love rival to a political enemy.

“Rebellious, rebellious, little rebel!” Whenever my father heard me spouting these arrogant and ignorant words, he would tremble with anger, his thick fingers tracing the tip of my nose:

“Too terrible, too reactionary, rebellious, rebellious! How could I have given birth to such a little rebel!”

My father had studied and worked in the Soviet Union for a period of time, so he had a special affection for the Soviet Union. When the Soviet Union collapsed, my father was devastated. Seeing me gloating, he almost fell to the ground in anger:

“You little brat, what are you laughing at? Don’t think that Lenin’s great cause has ended like this…”

From then on, my father was in a bad mood. Not only did he glare at me, but at work, my father, who was always known throughout the office building for his easygoing nature, suddenly rebuilt his great image. He would always inexplicably lose his temper with anyone: the secretary, the dean, the section chief, colleagues, the driver, the mail clerk, the canteen cook…

"What's wrong with Old Zhang?!" Looking at their father, who was furiously raging in the corridor, his colleagues exchanged bewildered glances.

"What's wrong with Old Zhang? Did he eat gunpowder?"

Since the collapse of the Soviet Union, their father's temper had become incredibly volatile, and his personality had become ridiculously eccentric. Before, their father was taciturn and rarely smiled; he walked with a steady and dignified gait, sitting there like a proud military officer. But now, their father was dressed in shabby clothes, his face was withered, and his cheeks were covered with haphazardly thick, coarse stubble—he looked utterly old. During meals, he always ate slowly, lost in thought, but remained silent. Suddenly, he blurted out a sentence that shocked everyone:

"Disaster, disaster, disaster!"

"What disaster?" Mom looked at Dad's bewildered expression. Dad ignored her and continued to roar:

"Disaster, disaster! Why doesn't a disaster happen and kill all these disobedient young people?!"

"Go away," Mom said coldly,

"What nonsense are you spouting? Don't curse the children; their lives have just begun!"

"Ah—," Dad slammed his bowl on the table and stood up abruptly:

"That comet that hit Jupiter, why doesn't it change direction and hit Earth instead…?"

"Old Zhang, you, don't talk nonsense! Sit down!" Seeing that Mom was truly angry, Dad, like a child who had made a big mistake, obediently sat back down at the table, no longer daring to bark out his terrifying ideas about a comet hitting Earth.

In this world, the person Dad feared most was naturally Mom. Dad dared to lash out at anyone, including his boss, whom he often disregarded. But in front of my mother, my father was always a subservient old servant, afraid to utter a sound. My father was much older than my mother. My mother once earnestly told me that she married my father, who was much older than her, because she was attracted to his high education and high salary. My father, on the other hand, was infatuated with my mother's beautiful face and alluring figure, which is why he married this elementary school teacher. They were truly a perfect match.

"Son," Dad suddenly said to me as I was about to enter Mom's bedroom,

"I have to go on a business trip soon. Sigh, your mother is sick, and I have to go on a business trip. There'll be no one to take care of her. What are we going to do?"

"I, I, I'll take care of Mom!" I said, ignoring Dad, and pushed open Mom's bedroom door.

"Mom—," I put the fruit bag on the table, put on a pitiful look, and threw myself at Mom, who was lying on her side on the bed.

"Mom—, Mom—,"

"Son!" Mom's eyes were filled with tears of sadness as she tightly gripped my hand.

"Sigh, you've gotten married, so you don't want your mother anymore! Is that it?"

"No, no, Mom, no, I think about Mom every day!"

"You little rascal, you're trying to fool me again. If you think about Mom every day, why don't you come back and see her, even just for a little while?"

"Mom, I... I'm afraid to go home. When I go home, I always make Mom angry!"

"Whoa—," Dad suddenly interrupted from outside:

"You little brat, you know you're always making your mother angry, but can't you learn to behave and stop making her angry? Is that not enough?"

"Go away, mind your own business," Mom yelled at Dad outside.

"My son and I are none of your concern. Go do what you're supposed to do!"

"Sigh," Dad sighed,

"These young people nowadays, they're hopeless! The country will be ruined by people like you. All you do is enjoy yourself, eat well, drink well, and dress well. You're unwilling to endure hardship or toil, unwilling to do your job well, build the country, or serve the people. Sigh, thinking about it, you're lucky to get such high salaries right from the start, yet you still complain it's not enough. When I first started working, I only earned a few dozen yuan! Over the years, how much less have I earned compared to you?!"

"You old fool, are you stupid? How can you compare the present with the past?!" Mom rebuked Dad mercilessly.

“Sigh, when I was working, I only had one day off a week. Now, it’s a two-day weekend, two days off a week. Sigh, I’ve been working for decades. If I count as 50 days less off each year, I’ve worked over a thousand extra days over the years. If I were to get back pay for those thousand-plus days, how much should I get?”

“Hehe,” Mom and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud when we heard Dad’s words.

"Ouch!" Dad suddenly jumped up.

"Oh no! I was so busy talking to you guys that I burned the eggs!"

He rushed into the steamy kitchen, and as soon as he opened the door, a burnt smell wafted into Mom's bedroom. Mom sighed,

"Sigh, that old rascal! He can't do anything right, even burning a few eggs!"

"Mom," I whispered,

"Why did Dad burn the eggs?"

"He's going on a business trip, to eat on the road!"

"Hehe, Dad's so thrifty!"

"Xiao Li, your dad's always been like this, it's not like it just started today or yesterday, you know that!"

Dad started packing his things, preparing the food he'd need for the journey. When he slung his dark green military water bottle over his shoulder, I almost doubled over laughing. Dad picked up his travel bag:

"Oh, it's time, I have to go. Son, take good care of your mother, don't always make her angry. Sigh, you little rascal, when will you ever grow up?" "

Uh-huh, uh-huh," I replied absentmindedly, pretending to see Dad off at the door. In the hallway, Dad continued his grumbling:

"Sigh, over thirty hours, that's going to be tough!"

"Dad," I said casually,

"That's easy. Once you get on the train, drink a lot of alcohol, then lie down in your sleeper berth, don't care about anything, and sleep soundly for a long time. Before you know it, you'll be there!"

"Hmph, drinking, sleeper berth," Dad said coldly,

"You young people, all you know is how to enjoy yourself. Let me tell you, I didn't buy a sleeper ticket!"

"Dad," I exclaimed, my eyes wide with surprise,

"For such a long journey, you should be in a sleeper berth, right? With your rank, you could even get a soft sleeper. Dad, why didn't you buy a sleeper ticket? Couldn't you get one?"

"No," Dad said very seriously.

“I could buy one, but I didn’t. My company has a rule that if you don’t take a sleeper berth, the money saved will be used as a bonus for the person on the business trip. So, to save some money, I’ll just sit on a hard berth!”

“Dad,” I was speechless after hearing my father’s words. I pulled a wad of cash from my pocket:

“Dad, why do this? You’re going to endure dozens of hours of hardship just for a bonus. You’re so old, is it worth it? Here, Dad, take this money and upgrade to a sleeper berth when you get on the train!”

“Go away,” my father pushed my hand away stiffly:

“I can’t take your money. Your mother said your money is of dubious origin. I can’t spend your money, lest I get my hands dirty!”

After saying that, my father walked towards the stairs. I thought to myself: Humph, fine, don’t take it. You can sit on the cold bench for dozens of hours, enduring every minute as if it were an eternity!

"Hmph," I muttered disdainfully as I returned to the house,

"What a waste of life, what a waste of life!"

"Xiao Li," my mother asked,

"Who are you talking about?"

"Who else could it be but Dad? Dad has really wasted his life!" In a contemptuous tone, I did everything I could to belittle my father in front of my mother, my expression and demeanor as if I were viciously slandering my rival in front of the woman I loved:

"Hmph, what a waste of life, what a waste of his time, such a high salary, yet he's so stingy, doesn't smoke, doesn't drink, what's the point of saving money!"

"Xiao Li," my mother said sternly,

"Don't speak ill of your father. What has he been saving for? It's all for you! Raising you to adulthood, was it easy for him?"

"Mom," I sat down beside her, pressing my hands on her shoulders:

"Mom, your generation needs to completely change your mindset and lifestyle! Mom, are you going to live like this forever? Lifeless, always going to work, coming home, eating, sleeping. Nothing but work, no hobbies. Money, you save and save, Mom, what's the use of saving so much money? Who will it go to when you die?"

"Xiaoli," Mom said sternly,

"Stop spreading your decadent, hedonistic ideas in front of me. If everyone lived like you, what would society become? Skipping school, gambling, drinking, womanizing—wouldn't that be chaos!"

"Mom," seeing that Mom didn't try to avoid me, I pressed my advantage and hugged her tightly:

"Mom, in a few days, when you're feeling better, I'll take you on a trip!"

"Sigh," Mom pushed me away:

"Of course Mom likes to go out and relax, but Mom doesn't have time. I have so much work waiting for me at work. Move aside, Mom needs to get out of bed!"

"What!"

"Bathroom!"

With that, Mom straightened her incredibly sexy light blue nightgown, slipped on her slippers, and slowly walked towards the bathroom. With each step, her plump buttocks, encased in her nightgown, swayed violently. I stared blankly, drool involuntarily dripping from my mouth, until Mom entered the bathroom and slammed the stall shut. I remained in a daze for a long time.

Thud—…

Oh no, Mom fell! Her vertigo must have flared up again. I rushed into the bathroom, flung open the stall, and there she was! Mom was lying stiffly on the wet tiles, her nightgown wide open, a small pair of panties between her fleshy thighs. She probably hadn't shaved her pubic hair in a long time; the long, thin hairs peeked out from her panties, making my blood boil!

Ah, the opportunity had finally arrived! I could finally rape Mom as I pleased

…

Chapter 56

Ah, this is so exciting, so incredibly joyful! From childhood to adolescence to youth, I've always harbored a secret, unrequited love for my dear mother. Ever since I secretly glimpsed her genitals as a child, I've been obsessed with her, driven mad by love. To possess her, I've resorted to all sorts of shameless and despicable means, all ending in utter failure. Today, however, it's all so effortless. My mother's genitals are right before my eyes, within easy reach. I'm so excited I almost want to cry. I hug my mother tightly, my large hand swiftly lifting her panties. I stare blankly at her genitals, which I so desperately desire. But then, a sudden disappointment washes over me. Perhaps due to illness, my mother hasn't shaved her genitals in a long time; her plump vulva is covered in shiny black pubic hair. As for me, I loved my mother's shaved, clean vulva, which looked like a sweet little loaf of bread. I frowned and scratched at her thick pubic hair, my fingertips gently touching her large clitoris. Then, I slid down into her vagina, immediately feeling a wetness and slipperiness that made my blood boil. I put my finger, covered in my mother's vaginal fluid, to my nostrils and excitedly sniffed it: Ah, so pungent, so salty! Through the strong pungent and salty smell, I inexplicably tasted a strange, mellow fragrance. I inserted my finger into my mother's vagina again, about to continue probing, when suddenly, a strange scene flashed into my mind: Prince Hamlet, who was obsessed with avenging his father's death, tried every means to assassinate his beastly uncle, but all his efforts failed. One day, our eccentric prince wandered aimlessly through the palace and unwittingly encountered his uncle, who was kneeling on the floor, praying silently. The prince could have easily rushed over and stabbed his uncle, who had murdered his brother and committed incest with his sister-in-law. However, after much deliberation, the prince regrettably relinquished this extremely rare opportunity to avenge his father. Our prince chose to duel his uncle face-to-face, ensuring the despicable uncle died knowing why. Thinking of this, I resolutely pulled my fingers out of my mother's wet vagina. I shouldn't have taken advantage of her while she was unconscious; that was too shameless. I wanted my mother to offer her vagina to me willingly and consciously. Only a vagina obtained this way would have flavor, would be of high quality. Although I am already a scoundrel, I am unwilling to do such a despicable thing.

I finally abandoned my wicked thought of drugging and raping my mother. I carried her to the bed and, imitating my father, pinched her philtrum hard with my fingers:

"Mom, Mom, Mom, wake up, wake up..."

"Phew—," my mother finally woke up, letting out a long sigh:

"What happened to me? I fainted again?"

"Yes," I nodded:

"Mom, you've had another episode. It's all because of me, Mom, I'm not good."

"No," my mother gently stroked my hair:

"It's not you. Mom hasn't been feeling well lately."

My mother struggled to get up, wanting to go to the bathroom, but I refused. I took the spittoon and placed it beside my mother's bed, then prepared to leave the bedroom. My mother gave me a bitter smile:

"Stop pretending, you naughty boy! Mom has let you see enough already!"

Indeed, I had seen my mother's genitals clearly since childhood, but today, hearing her words, I felt utterly ashamed. My face flushed red, and I lowered my head, no longer daring to peek at my mother squatting on the spittoon to urinate. Only after my mother returned to the bed did I sheepishly walk over and take the spittoon away. My mother glanced at the wall clock:

"It's getting late, son. Boil some water for Mom so I can wash my feet and go to bed!"

"Okay," I quickly brought the steaming warm water to my mother's bedside. Just as my mother put her feet in, I suddenly squatted down and grabbed her delicate feet:

"Mom, let me wash your foot!"

I happily picked up one of my mother's slender, white feet, lowered my head, and secretly stared at her lovely, rounded toes. I secretly brought my nostrils close to my nose and took a deep sniff. My fingertips, dipped in a little warm water, gently scraped my mother's instep, feeling a soft yet firm sensual beauty. My other hand, holding her foot, teasingly massaged the sole of her foot. My mother's white legs trembled slightly:

"Son, be gentle, your big hands are too strong, never mind, never mind, just wash it!"

My hands didn't use much force at all. My mother couldn't resist my teasing and wanted me to stop. I didn't want to easily give up the opportunity to arouse my mother's desire. When my mother tried to pull her foot away, I gripped her hand even tighter. At the same time, I slipped my fingertips between my mother's toes and rubbed and rubbed them repeatedly. My mother's body trembled violently, her breathing becoming rapid:

"Slow down, slow down, my good son, it tickles so much!"

I grabbed the soap and began to rub it on my mother's delicate feet with great interest, slapping and kneading with both hands, deliberately tracing the soles and toes with my fingertips. After my fuss, my mother actually groaned softly:

"Oh, oh, oh, it tickles so much, you naughty boy, you can't even wash your feet properly!"

"Rinse them," I put my mother's delicate feet into the basin of water, splashing and rinsing off the soap suds. Then, I held my mother's delicate feet in my arms again, grabbed a towel, and carefully dried them. Then, I held my mother's fragrant feet in my hands and looked up:

"Mom, it's done!"

"Hehe," my mother's face was covered with happy beads of sweat, which must have seeped out from my excitement when I was vigorously rubbing her feet.

“Mom,” I pulled open a small drawer in my mother’s dressing table and pulled out a small bottle,

“Mom, put some of this on!”

“Hey,” Mom waved her hand at me,

“Mom’s too old, I don’t feel like putting on that stuff!”

“No, Mom isn’t old, Mom isn’t old at all, Mom, you must always keep a young heart, that’s good for your health!”

I sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbed Mom’s delicate foot without a word, and carefully started applying the lotion to her smooth, neat toenails. Soon, all ten of Mom’s toenails were painted an alluring light red. I held Mom’s ankle and admired it excitedly,

“Ah, Mom’s feet are so beautiful!”

“Go away, you’re being silly again!”

Mom tried to pull her foot back, but I mustered my courage and whispered,

“Mom, can your son kiss your feet?”

"Here—,"

Mom lifted her leg generously, and I was overjoyed. I grabbed Mom's delicate foot and began to bite and nibble on it wantonly. Mom's skin was very soft and tender, exuding a strong, pungent odor, mixed with the fragrance of soap and nail polish, which wafted into my nostrils. I breathed in the air deeply.

"Alright," to avoid annoying my mother, I reluctantly put down her delicate feet and stood up.

"Mom, you should rest now, I'm going out!"

"Son," my mother pointed to the side of her, much to my surprise,

"Son, no one sleeps in that room. The sheets and blankets haven't been changed in a long time, they're very dirty. You can sleep here!"

"This..." Being able to sleep happily next to my mother was, of course, something I couldn't ask for, but when I thought of all the ridiculous things I had done to her, I hesitated. My mother seemed to see through my thoughts:

"Come on, son, sleep next to me, just don't cause any trouble!"

Hearing my mother's words, I hesitated even more. My mother reached out and pulled me onto the bed. I sat there blankly, not knowing what to do. My mother said calmly,

"Sleep, sleep, you can use your father's blanket!"

I awkwardly pulled my dad's blanket over myself and hastily pulled it down. I took a deep breath. Oh, what's this? What's that smell? Ugh, it's the smell of my dad's blanket! That pungent, sour, musty smell, mixed with the stench of sweat and mud, almost made me vomit. I couldn't stand it anymore. How could I sleep under my rival's blanket? With that thought, I kicked the blanket hard to the corner of the bed:

"Dad, what's that smell? I can't stand it!"

Then I sat up:

"Mom, can you change the sheets? I really can't stand Dad's smell!"

"Yes," my mom muttered, deeply agreeing.

"Your father is getting older every day, especially in the last few years. He's aged incredibly fast, each year feels like three. It's strange, but as people get older, their body odor changes. Your father is one of those people; his smell isn't very pleasant. Come on, son, let's change the sheets!"

I grabbed the sheets and threw them hard on the floor. With a clatter, several old photos fluttered up and scattered back onto the bed. I looked closely and saw they were my 100-day photos. One of them, in particular, filled me with emotion. I grabbed it tremblingly and gazed at it for a long time: my young and beautiful mother wore a happy smile, her delicate hands tightly embracing me in her arms. I nestled in my mother's broad and selfless bosom, my plump little mouth tightly sucking on her long, full, red nipple, nourished by my abundant nutrients:

"Mommy, Mommy,"

"Xiao Li, what are you doing?" my mother asked as she changed the sheets.

"What's wrong? Why are you calling for Mom?" When Mom saw me staring intently at the photo, she quietly crawled over. She pulled the photo over and said with deep emotion,

"Hehe, look at my son, how adorable he is!"

"Ah, nestled in Mom's arms, I'm so happy!" I sighed tentatively,

"It's over, it's over, this kind of happiness will never come again, never be found again. Sigh, maybe in the next life. In the next life, someone like me, if I don't learn to be good, I probably won't be able to rely on anyone in the next life!"

"Son, what's wrong?" Mom asked, puzzled. I continued, seizing the opportunity,

"Sigh, why do I have to grow up? If I never grew up, I could stay in Mom's arms forever. How happy that would be!"

"Son, don't get sentimental. Go to sleep!" Mom pulled her blanket over me.

"Since you think your dad's blanket smells, let's share one!"

"Wow," I was more than happy to oblige! I burrowed into Mom's blanket, but as soon as my body touched her legs, she sternly warned me,

"Son, let me tell you, sleeping in the same blanket as Mom is fine, but no mischief!"

"Okay, Mom, I won't mischief!"

"Son," Mom reached out and pulled my head close,

"Now you're in Mom's arms again, you're happy, aren't you!"

"Mom, I'm so happy!"

My head rested on my mother's outstretched arm, my eyes gazing joyfully at the ceiling. Her alluring body temperature felt like a surging current, traveling from her arm to the back of my head, quickly spreading throughout my body. Finally, these currents converged in my wildly pounding heart, making my already restless lustful desires even more agitated. I had to turn to my side, one hand pressed against my chest, trying to suppress my throbbing, raging heart. My mouth was pressed against my mother's soft armpit, and through the thin nightgown, I inhaled her captivating, sensual scent. I took a deep breath, greedily swallowing the fragrance. Stimulated by the scent, my penis stirred, and I had to tightly close my legs, terrified that my mother would notice my erection.

“Oh,” Mom held my other hand,

“Son, you’re so healthy. Your palms are cool and damp, unlike your father. In the summer, his palms, soles, and body are burning hot, but in the winter, they’re freezing cold.”

“Really!” I moved my wrist and quietly reached for Mom’s breasts, secretly touching them.

“Mom, your palms are warm too!”

“Yes, Mom is sick,” Mom reached out and snapped off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. I didn’t dare move, afraid of upsetting Mom and making her think I was up to something. We lay there silently, the room filled with a terrifying silence. We could hear each other’s breathing.

Mom turned to her side, her soft, doughy breasts pressing against my chest. I deliberately leaned closer to her, blissfully enjoying her warmth in the darkness. Mom finally closed her eyes. I secretly moved my hand to my crotch and vigorously rubbed my hard, burning penis. I took another deep breath and, taking advantage of the pungent smell emanating from Mom's armpits, frantically masturbated. December 9th, Chapter Fifty-Seven

: The heat gradually subsided, and in the blink of an eye, autumn arrived. Looking around, the magnificent scenery was like Mom, now fully mature, her dignified and beautiful face radiating elegance, her graceful and noble figure exuding a captivating fragrance. The gentle autumn wind, like a lustful madman, shamelessly swept over Mom's sexy and alluring body, humming and praising her beauty, and then, presumptuously offering up leaves—golden, deep red, or dark green—of poplar, pine, and willow branches. My mother frowned slightly, her delicate hand raised high as she impatiently brushed away the fallen leaves and twigs covering her. I stood opposite her, professionally raising my camera:

"Mom, stand still, don't blink!"

Click—snap—the shutter clicked, and I captured my mother's elegant image forever in the autumn pine forest. My mother smiled and walked towards me:

"Xiao Li, where did you get such a uniquely styled camera this time?"

"Mom," I said proudly,

"Mom, this is a very expensive camera! Look, the body is metal! Mom, this is no joke, it's a genuine German camera! I bought it from a collector for a high price!" "

You," my mother scolded me,

"You're such a waste! You already have several high-end cameras, why do you still want to buy more? Once you start buying these things, there's no end to it!"

"But, Mom, I love cameras! I love all kinds of high-end, brand-name cameras!"

"Then why don't you just buy all the cameras in the store?"

My mother and I strolled side by side through the tranquil, shady park, where willow leaves drooped low and pines stood tall and green. Our feet rustled through the swaying willow branches, and the cool autumn breeze caressed us. Lost in the vibrant colors of autumn, my mother sighed as she gazed at the autumn foliage.

"Ah, I'm getting old. I've reached the autumn of my life!"

"Mom," I exclaimed,

"Autumn is wonderful! Autumn is the season of harvest, the golden age of life. I love autumn, Mom. Look at your rosy cheeks, they're like ripe red apples in autumn."

"Ah, getting old!"

In the distance, a towering birch tree stood proudly against the strong autumn wind. My eyes lit up, and I dashed towards it. My mother called out in bewilderment,

"Xiao Li, what are you doing? Why are you running around like that?"

"Mom!" I ran to the birch tree, grabbed the trunk, and breathlessly said to my mother who had followed me.

"Mom, you forgot? That year, the school organized a volunteer work trip to plant trees in the park!"

"Oh, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten. Xiaoli, your memory is amazing! After all these years, you still remember it!"

"How could I forget, Mom? How could I forget? I planted this tree myself. Back then, it was just a weak, withered sapling. It grew up alongside me, and every time I came to the park, I would make a special trip to see it. Now, I'm all grown up, and it has grown into a towering tree. Ah, from the growth of this little tree, you can see how quickly time flies. Mom, come here,"

I pulled my mother under the tree, then set the camera to self-timer mode and gently placed it on the small bench opposite the tree. I leaped to my mother's side and wrapped my arms around her waist.

Click—snap—, the shutter clicked, and I was forever holding my mother's waist. I was so happy.

"Going out for a walk makes all the difference compared to staying cooped up at home!"

"Mom, I don't know how many times I've told you, you and Dad should have changed your lifestyle a long time ago, lived more easily and freely, learned to relax, and in your free time, go shopping, stroll in the park, go for a run, or dance!"

"Sigh, your dad's so stubborn, a workaholic. Even if you beat him to death, he'd never learn these things. Sometimes, I force him to go out for a walk, but we just don't have anything to say, Xiaoli," Mom patted the leaf on my shoulder with a smile:

"Xiaoli, if only your dad had half your talkativeness! Being with him is always so lifeless. Besides work, he doesn't talk about anything else, especially these past few years. His temper has gotten really bad, he's become more and more irritable, even more nagging and nagging than an old lady."

"Is Dad going through menopause?"

"Maybe!"

"Xiaoli, when your dad was young, he was very easygoing and generous. But this old man is stubborn, getting more and more frugal with age. Every time he gets paid, he puts it in the bank. I asked him, 'Why are you saving money?' He said, 'For retirement!' But we both have social security, why save so much money? Your dad said, 'Saving more money gives me peace of mind!' Sigh, are all people like this? The older they get, the more they love money?"

"Hmph," I said dismissively, sniffing,

"Dad only just realized he loves money? Too late! Those years when Dad was in charge of glass factory design were the perfect time to make money. Many people wanted him to approve glass orders, but he was stubborn, refusing to budge, insisting on approving glass orders according to national policies. Humph, many people came to me, asking me to talk to Dad and get some glass approved. And what did I do? Dad just gave me a good scolding. Now Dad realizes, money is good, but even if he saved all his salary, how much could he possibly save?"

"Xiaoli, your dad is not only stubborn, but he's also the kind of person who's afraid even a falling leaf will hit his head. Asking him to violate policy and approve glass production? He wouldn't dare even if you gave him the guts!"

"Hmph, these days, the bold get rich, the timid starve!"

"Xiaoli, what's wrong with me? I have nothing to say when I'm with your dad!"

"Really?" I gave my mom a mischievous smile, thinking to myself: I've finally won Mom's favor. I need to keep up the good work and pull all of Mom's heart onto me. Mom glanced at me, then sighed,

"Oh, you little rascal, you're so naughty! Sometimes you drive me crazy, I hate you so much! But if I don't see you for ten days or two weeks, I miss you terribly, and when I get really anxious, I look at your photos. Sometimes I think to myself, 'Am I being shameless? I'm such a jerk!'"

"Mom, I'll never make you angry again!"

"Xiao Li, now you have a family, a wife, and you come home less and less. Your father is always away on business, and it's just me at home. After work, I don't even want to go home. What's the point? It's so lifeless..."

"Mom," I took her arm,

"Mom, from now on, whenever I have free time, I'll come and keep you company, take you to the park, go shopping."

"Then, you don't want a wife anymore?"

"Mom," I said fiercely,

"Mom, I don't love her. I love her money. I like being with you, Mom, really, Mom."

"Really!" A happy smile appeared on Mom's face. I continued, trying to win her over:

"Mom, I won't just take you to the park and shopping, I'll take you on a trip! Mom, I want you to see the fairytale-like scenery of the Li River, the majestic peaks of Huangshan, and the magnificent views of the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River; I want you to hear the pure, innocent singing of the girls from Yunnan's ethnic minorities; I want you to experience the unique feeling of riding a sedan chair on Mount Emei; I want..."

"Alright, alright," Mom said with a smile, taking my hand:

"Alright, alright, what are you doing, writing poetry?"

"Really, Mom, I must take you on a trip!"

"We'll talk about it later, Xiaoli, it's getting late, let's buy some groceries and cook something delicious at home!"

I accompanied Mom to the bustling free market. Mom asked me kindly:

"Xiaoli, what do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine, Mom,"

"Okay," Mom said, pointing to the water tank to the vendors.

"Pick out two of the biggest crucian carp for me!"

Ah, my dear mother, you're so thoughtful! You know your son loves crucian carp. After weighing the fish and paying, Mom took my arm:

"Come on, son, let's go home. Mom will cook fish for you!"

Back home, Mom tied on her floral apron and busied herself in the kitchen. I soon smelled the aroma of fish. I was preparing to have dinner with Mom and enjoy the fish together when suddenly, my pager beeped at the most inopportune moment. Old Du was calling again. I quickly picked up the phone:

"Brother, what's up?"

"Damn, you forgot about your own business!"

"Oh, brother, I'm sorry! I've been too busy these past few days. I completely forgot about that." I thought to myself: What business could I have? These past few days, I've just been spending time with Mom, trying to seduce her. Hehe, quite a haul!

"Come on over, I've found everyone you needed!"

"Okay, which hotel?"

"The usual place!"

"The hotel you wrecked last time?"

"Yes, come on over!"

"Okay, brother, wait for me, I'm coming right now!" I was about to get up when I suddenly thought, "Dad, take this opportunity to find Han the Loudmouth too, get him drunk, and take over all the printing work in the unit." So, I dialed the phone again:

"Director Han?"

"Hmm, ah, ha, oh, Xiao Zhang, how's work lately? What, you're inviting me to dinner? Thank you, thank you, um, ah, ha, I'll be right there!" "

Xiao Li," Mom came in carrying a fragrant braised crucian carp. Seeing me hurriedly getting dressed, she stood there blankly, still holding the plate of food:

"What are you doing here!"

"Mom, I have a dinner party!"

"What, aren't you going to have dinner with Mom?"

"Mom, I have something to do, I can't not go!"

"What's wrong? Can't you eat with Mom first before you go?"

"Mom," I said, helping her put the food on the table.

"Mom, this is very important; it concerns the factory's future production and operation!"

"The factory?"

"Yes, the factory workers haven't been paid for months!"

"Xiaoli, weren't you working in the government office? When did you get to the factory?"

"I," I realized I'd let something slip,

"Mom, I... I was transferred out! I was transferred to the printing factory as the factory manager!"

"Ah!" Mom exclaimed,

"Such a big thing! You didn't even discuss it with me before making this decision on your own, transferring out of the government office. Xiaoli, do you know how much effort I put into getting you into that position? Everyone else wanted to get in, they'd do anything, and you just ran off like that! Ugh, why do you always make me angry when you come home!"

"Mom," I didn't dare tell her my real reason for transferring to the factory,

"Mom, I've had enough of the government office. I want a change of scenery, some fresh air. Mom, I really have something urgent. I promise I'll have a family dinner with you another day!"

"Sigh," Mom slumped down at the table in disappointment.

"Mom," I continued to explain,

"Mom, I really have no choice, I can't not go. I beat up the tax officer, and now my friend has brought in some people, they're going to make things difficult for me!"

"What?" Mom became even more dejected:

"You, you, you're always getting into trouble, sigh," then, helplessly, she waved her hand at me:

"Go, go, hurry up, you must talk to them properly, apologize, go, hurry up, sigh,"

"Sigh—," as I walked out of the room, I heard Mom's sigh again:

"Sigh—..."...

Chapter 58

When I rushed to the hotel and pushed open the door to the private room, I saw Old Du sitting at the dining table, head held high, smugly blowing smoke rings. Beside him sat a woman in a business uniform, nearly fifty years old. Seeing me come in, Old Du threw away his cigarette butt and stood up:

"Come here, brother, let me introduce you, this is," he pulled the older woman over and said to me:

"This is Tan Yan, my old friend, from the Industry and Commerce Bureau. He," Old Du turned to Tan Yan again, pointing at me,

"...he's my cousin, the factory manager of the printing plant!"

"Hello," I extended my hand to Tan Yan, who very generously shook it:

"Hello, big factory manager!" "

I'm sorry, what big factory manager? The factory is about to go bankrupt, I can't even pay wages, I'm so worried!"

"Oh," Tan Yan was very tall, a little taller than me. Her frame was like a man's, thick and large. The hand she was holding was strong and powerful. She had a large face, high cheekbones, and thick, long eyebrows, like a black brush. After hearing my words, she pursed her bright red lips and said with pity:

"Yes, businesses are having a tough time right now, we understand! Old Du has already introduced you to me, I'll definitely do my best to help you."

The door was pushed open again, and a middle-aged man of medium build quietly entered, followed by a short woman in a tax uniform. Old Du hurriedly went to greet him:

"Shi Lei, hello, Tiezi!" Old Du pulled Shi Lei in front of me:

"Shi Lei, from the Urban Construction Bureau, this is her," Old Du glanced at the short woman, and Shi Lei introduced her with a grin:

"Wei Xia, director of the ×× Tax Bureau ×× Branch!"

"Oh, hello!"

"Hello!"

I was exchanging pleasantries with Director Wei and Shi Lei from the Urban Construction Bureau when Han Dalabao silently entered the private room. I walked over enthusiastically:

"Director Han, long time no see, I've missed you!" Then, I introduced Han Dalabao to everyone:

"This is the director of the Publicity Department of the agency, my former boss!"

"Hello,"

"Hello,"

"Um, ah, ha, hello everyone!" Han the Loudmouth greeted everyone insincerely!

"Whoa!" A loud female soprano came from the doorway, and the meter inspector from the power company swaggered in:

"So many people, how lively!" I quickly turned around:

"Hello, beautiful lady!"

"Go away," the meter inspector said to me, pretending to be angry:

"Hmph, you're pretty cocky, you've got connections, you know a lot of people, huh?"

"Come on, beautiful lady, let's shake hands!"

"Hehe," the tall, handsome meter inspector grabbed me and hugged me:

"A handshake is so fake, come on, let's hug!" Then, he whispered in my ear:

"I'm going to the restroom in a bit, come out for a second!"

"Okay!" I nodded!

"Oh dear," Old Du glanced at his watch,

"It's getting late, we're only missing the tax officer, why isn't he here yet?"

"Oh, maybe he's embarrassed!" Tax Bureau Chief Wei Xia chimed in,

"After all, we just finished a battle, he's a bit embarrassed and hesitant to meet her."

"That's true, I've urged him several times, but he always says: 'I'm busy, I'm busy, too busy!' How about this, please have Chief Wei personally contact him."

"Alright," Tax Bureau Chief Wei Xia took the phone Old Du handed her,

"I'll urge him! Hello, Old Ma? It's me, Wei Xia, what are you busy with? Hurry up and come over, okay, we're all here, just waiting for you, you'd better hurry!"

"Ah," Old Du said to Wei Xia,

"You're really something!" "Well

," Shi Lei said,

"My boss told him to come, he'd come even if he had to borrow a leg!"

The beautiful woman stood up and walked out of the room. I obediently followed her. We turned a corner and went into the bathroom together. The beautiful woman's face darkened:

"Buddy, tell me honestly, what's your relationship with Lao Du?"

"He's my cousin!"

"Really? Is he your biological cousin?"

"Yes, he is, I'm not lying to you!"

"Heh," the beautiful woman sneered:

"You're pretty amazing, having such an all-powerful, all-connected cousin!"

"Heh heh," I didn't answer, secretly thinking: What exactly does Lao Du do? Why does he have so much influence? It seems like there's nothing he can't do!

"Dude," the beautiful woman said slyly,

"your company owes over twenty thousand yuan in electricity bills. I'll find a way to waive it for you. How will you thank me?"

"Beautiful lady, just tell me straight, what do you want?"

"Well, I won't be polite. As usual, you pay a token amount, and then I'll get a percentage of the waived portion. I like real money. This..." The beautiful woman rubbed her fingertips together with practiced ease, pretending to count money.

"How about it?"

"Okay, but it'll have to wait a while, until I get some work and the money, then I'll pay you. Is that alright?"

"Sure, you're so agreeable!" The beautiful woman hugged me after saying that:

"Come on, give me a kiss, from now on, we're friends!"

*smack*, the beautiful woman gave me a generous kiss, and I, still wanting more, wrapped my arms around her neck:

"Come on, give me a good kiss!"

We stood in the bathroom, kissing passionately, then went back to the room. Just as I was about to sit down, the tax officer, Boss Ma, whom I almost smashed my head in, pushed open the door and walked in, followed by a man who looked extremely similar to him. Old Du stood up and walked enthusiastically towards Boss Ma. Boss Ma smiled at Old Du, then walked straight towards me:

"Hehe, I have to shake hands with this guy first!"

"Hello!"

I proactively extended my hand, forcing a smile, and said,

"Sorry, I had a bit too much to drink that day!"

"Don't mention it," Boss Ma said nonchalantly,

"Just don't bring it up, I've long forgotten about it!"

"Haha," the man behind Boss Ma glared at me maliciously,

"It's you, you're really something else."

"Alright, alright," Boss Ma nudged the man behind him with his elbow and said to me,

"He's my brother, Ma Lao Er!"

"Hello," I had no choice but to extend my hand to Ma Lao Er, who coldly shook it:

"You're like an eggplant hanging on the Shanhaiguan Pass!"

"What do you mean?" Old Du asked from the side. Ma Lao Er explained,

"The best in the world!"

"Hahaha, hahaha," Old Du laughed heartily, then, in the tone of a host, addressed the crowd gathered around the table:

"Now that everyone is here, let's start ordering. Same old rules, one dish per person, ladies first." With that, Old Du politely handed the menu to Wei Xia, the tax bureau chief. Wei Xia first exchanged pleasantries, then ordered a dish: braised prawns! Next, everyone ordered one, and soon the table was full. Finally, Old Du rattled off some side dishes, and the banquet began. Everyone politely downed a beer. After putting down their glasses, Old Du frankly said,

"My dear brother, damn, you were doing so well in the government office, comfortable and carefree. But, I don't know what happened, what dream you had, or maybe a few drinks, but suddenly you were transferred to the printing factory. Heh heh, wanting to be a little official and have some fun, brother," Old Du grinned at me,

"How's the factory manager position? Very carefree, huh?"

"Sigh," I sighed,

"Brother, don't tease me. I'm kicking myself. The company is really facing many difficulties. If I had known this would happen, I would never have become the factory manager, even if you killed me!"

"Young man," Tan Yan from the Industry and Commerce Bureau was the first to stand up, clearly stating,

"We understand the company's difficulties. Don't worry, young factory manager, I will definitely help you. Your factory's business tax is completely exempted, and I will personally handle the annual inspection for you!"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, sister!"

"Well, well," Wei Xia, the tax bureau chief, said slowly...

"It's good to help businesses in need, but we also need to consider national tax revenue. We'll handle this as appropriate!"

"Brother Ma," I refilled everyone's beer glasses, then raised my glass:

"Brother Ma, this drink is my formal apology to you. Come on, bottoms up! I formally apologize to you!"

"Don't mention it, don't mention it," Boss Ma picked up his glass and quickly stood up. I said to everyone:

"Gentlemen, could you lend a hand and let's all have a drink together!"

"No problem,"

"Okay, bottoms up!"

Boss Ma gulped down the entire glass of beer, then quietly asked me:

"Who is Lao Du to you?"

"Cousin!"

"Oh, what does he do?"

"He's in business. What's up?"

"No, he's pretty impressive!"

"He's alright, nothing special!" I ignored Boss Ma, smiled, and walked over to Han Dalaba, raising my glass:

"Old boss, shouldn't we have a drink?"

"Hmm, ah, ha," Han Dalabao hurriedly stood up:

"No problem, no problem!"

He downed a beer in one gulp, and I said solemnly to him,

"Director Han, the company is facing difficulties, the economic situation is not optimistic. I hope you can give me the printing tasks from the office. We can't let the good stuff go to outsiders!"

"Yes, yes," Han Dalabao nodded repeatedly:

"Of course, of course. I'll hold a meeting tomorrow, and all the printing tasks must be sent to our company, otherwise, I won't sign off!"

"Then, on behalf of all the workers, thank you, Director Han!"

"Xiao Zhang," Han Dalabao said ingratiatingly,

"Next month, our office is having a big meeting, and there's a lot of material to print. I'll send it all to you. Sigh, with you gone, the office is short a pen, and I have to do it myself. Oh dear, it's exhausting!"

"Director Han, you send all the materials to me, I'll organize them for you, and after they're formatted, I'll proofread them for you, how about that?"

"Hmm, ah, ha, this is great, it saves me so much trouble!"

"Hmph," Tan Yan's voice suddenly rang out again at the table. She was drinking and picking at her food, her mouth still running, brazenly shouting at those around her:

"I'm sexually liberated, I have several lovers outside. I can't spend my whole life with one man, it's meaningless!"

Immediately, everyone at the table shifted the topic to men and women, lovers, and so on. Everyone was very frank, each with their own unique views and insights on sex and lovers. If they were to express them all, it would break my fingers. I'll just state Tan Yan's views on sex and lovers:

"Besides normal family life, we should have lovers. Life without lovers is like a glass of plain water, bland and tasteless. After making love with a lover, going home and then making love with your husband is exciting. Looking at your husband in front of you feels fresh. A lover's relationship should maintain a certain distance and level of intensity. It shouldn't get to the point of chaos, of life and death, where you have to be together. A lover is a lover; lovers shouldn't be together. Being with a lover is just about seeking extramarital sexual pleasure!"

"Damn," Lao Du whispered,

"That slut, all big and burly, and she still likes to have lovers. Who wants to be with you?"

"Brother, have you slept with her?" I asked in a low voice.

"Yes, but she's too big for me!"

"..."

Cheerful music filled the room. People put down their glasses, some singing into the microphone, others embracing and dancing. The beautiful woman patted my shoulder:

"Dude, give me a performance!"

I put down my glass, put my arm around the beautiful woman, and started walking around the room. The beautiful woman danced, swinging her long legs, and breathing in the smell of alcohol, humming and chirping along to the cheerful melody.

"Little brother," Tan Yan tapped my back, snatching me from the large beauty cup, and hugged me tightly:

"Would you like to be friends with your sister?"

"Yes, very much so!"

"Would you like to be my lover?"

"Yes!"

"I'm very open-minded, I have many lovers, you won't be jealous, will you?"

"Sister, do you think you're open-minded? I

'm even more open-minded!" "Hehe, really? How so?"

"I love my mother and want to have a relationship with her!"

"Wow, you're really open-minded. So, has it happened?"

"No, my mother doesn't agree!"

"Hehe, if I were your mother, I wouldn't agree either. Little brother, how old is your mother?"

"Not even fifty!"

"Oh, she's not even as old as me. I'm fifty-two this year, older than your mother. You have to change your address, don't call me 'big sister' anymore, just recognize me as your godmother!"

"Hello, godmother!"

"Hehe," Tan Yan gave me a quick kiss:

"Godson, what do you want to do after dinner?"

"Godmother, whatever you say, Godmother. I'll make sure you eat well and have fun!"

"Godmother wants to take a bath!"

"Okay, after dinner, let's go to the sauna! Waiter," I shouted,

"the bill!"

"Wait," as the waiter walked into the private room with the bill, Boss Ma suddenly said,

"Get your boss here!"

"Brother," the same boss from the south, speaking with a mixed accent, respectfully approached Boss Ma:

"What is it?"

"Boss, this banquet is on the house, is that alright?"

"No, no, no problem!" the southern boss said helplessly.

"Next month," Boss Ma said casually,

"you won't have to pay your business tax!"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," the southern boss immediately beamed with joy, nodding and bowing repeatedly.

...

Chapter 59

"Wow—," Gao Hongyan exclaimed involuntarily, her charming narrow eyes wide as she gazed at the newly configured computer before her:

"It's so beautiful, but," she sighed, then frowned:

"Xiao Zhang, how do you use this thing? I don't know how at all!"

"It's alright, I'll teach you. You'll learn in a few days!" I said to Gao Hongyan in the tone of a factory manager:

"Xiao Gao, starting today, you don't need to go to work anymore. You'll be on leave to learn computer operation, typing, and laser typesetting technology!"

Gao Hongyan and I carried box after box of machine components and excitedly went to her home, a newly built residential building. Inside, I saw Gao Hongyan's father and mother sitting idly at a square table. Gao Hongyan cheerfully called out to the two blind men:

"Dad, Mom, guess who's here?"

"Oh," Gao Hongyan's father scratched his head seriously:

"Hmm, judging from the footsteps, it must be your classmate Xiao Zhang who used to carry that big tape recorder!"

"Wow—," I exclaimed,

"Uncle, you're amazing! You must have special abilities!"

Gao Hongyan's father smiled smugly. Gao Hongyan and I went into the inner room. Gao Hongyan carefully placed the cardboard box on the table and gave me a mysterious smile:

"Hehe, what special abilities does he have? I already told him! I'm with you!"

"So, does your dad agree?"

"Hehe, he doesn't agree yet, he's overjoyed!"

"Does your dad know I'm married to someone else?" "

I didn't tell him. What's the point of him knowing? We're together, that's all that matters. I don't care if you're married or not!"

"Oh, darling!" I hugged Gao Hongyan tightly and kissed her. Gao Hongyan closed the door behind her:

"Xiao Zhang, stop fooling around, hurry up and connect the machine!"

I reached my hand between Gao Hongyan's legs, greedily grabbing her smooth, tender flesh:

"Play for a while, play for a while, play for a while before connecting it."

"You impatient monkey, you impatient monkey," Gao Hongyan said coquettishly, tapping my nose with her finger as she unbuckled her belt.

"You have a wife at home, why are you still so insatiable? You always want me!"

"Darling, I love you!" I thought to myself. Humph, wife, I have plenty of women. Besides my wife, I often interact with Sister Yin, Yang Kun, Xiaolan, and so on. And just these past few days, I've even taken on a godmother from the Industry and Commerce Bureau—a tall, strong, and robust old woman, like a mare. My penis slid into Tan Yan's vagina, who was even older than my mother, and I finally felt what it was like to be with a woman my mother's age. However, Tan Yan's body was rough and hard, lacking the tenderness and softness that women possess. Now, I wanted to relive the warm, sweet taste of a petite, young woman with Gao Hongyan.

Gao Hongyan lowered her legs, smiling as she looked at me. I eagerly pounced on her, pressing my lips to her white flesh and gently kissing her. Gao Hongyan quietly sat on the edge of the bed, spreading her slender legs. I parted her labia and probed my tongue into her wet, moist opening, sucking and licking. Having thoroughly enjoyed Tan Yan's over-fifty-year-old vagina, which had been wildly penetrated by countless so-called lovers over dozens of springs and autumns, to then savor Gao Hongyan's youthful, incredibly tender, and exceptionally moist vagina felt incredibly intimate and pleasurable. And, most importantly, this was a vagina entirely mine. The feeling, the satisfaction, the pride—it was indescribable. As I sucked, I admired and caressed her with delight. Gao Hongyan laughed, puzzled.

"Oh dear, what are you looking at? What are you staring at like an idiot for? You've seen it so many times, haven't you had enough? What's so interesting about it? It's just an eye!"

"Hmm—," I sighed, lost in thought,

"Mine, mine, this is mine, this eye is mine, forever mine!"

"Yes," Gao Hongyan nodded firmly.

"Of course it's yours. I'd rather die than be with anyone else. Xiao Zhang, you can't abandon me, or I'm doomed."

"Xiao Gao," I stood up and grasped Gao Hongyan's small feet:

“Sigh, I’ve been around for so many years, and I’ve met a lot of women, but not a single one has ever truly belonged to me. Sister Yin treated me very well, but she also had other lovers. I even had sex with Lao Du; Yang Kun was the same way. Although she claims she won’t see other men anymore, what about before? My newly recognized godmother, Tan Yan, is another story—she had countless lovers. And Xiao Hong, although she gave me her virginity, she later married someone else. And my current wife is a divorced woman. Today, I’ve met you, and I’m truly blessed. I finally have a woman of my own. Xiao Gao, will you be my woman forever?”

“Is that even a question?” After hearing my words, Gao Hongyan repeatedly wiped her face with her curved fingers.

"Shame on you, shame on you, look at yourself! What have you done? You still have the nerve to say that? A playboy who messes around with women!"

"Ah—," as we talked, Gao Hongyan's private parts were already soaking wet. I leaned down and kissed her deeply again:

"My little darling, so sweet!"

"Hehe, you're so funny, always so witty, and sometimes you like to be sentimental. Xiao Zhang, I'm so happy to be with you," Gao Hongyan pouted and urged:

"Xiao Zhang, hurry up, hurry up and put it in, I can't take it anymore!"

"Darling, I'm coming!"

I parted Gao Hongyan's wet little hole and gently inserted my thick, hard penis, slowly thrusting in and out. This is my little hole, it belongs entirely to me, only I have the right to enjoy it. Therefore, I must cherish it, I must never treat it like other women, wantonly and recklessly.

"Put some effort in, Xiao Zhang, where did your strength go!"

"No," I shook my head:

"It's my darling, I can't bear to hit her too hard, I'm afraid of hurting her. She's my darling, the darling I've been searching for for so many years!"

"You're crazy," Gao Hongyan mocked:

"It's okay, just put some effort in, otherwise, it's no fun!"

"Alright, I'll put in some effort then, don't cry out in

pain!" After saying that, I pulled out my dripping penis, then gritted my teeth, gathered my strength, aimed my penis at Gao Hongyan's vagina, and slammed it in hard, with a "thud"—it went in, hitting the very back of her vagina. Gao Hongyan cried out:

"Ouch—!" Her face flushed instantly, and as usual, she instinctively stiffened her thin body, her lips parted, and I pressed her small mouth shut:

"Keep it down, it's not good if your dad and mom hear, it's so embarrassing!"

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Gao Hongyan nodded obediently:

"Got it! Hehe, you playboy, you know how to be embarrassed now!"

I twisted my waist desperately, my rock-hard cock pounding wildly into Gao Hongyan's pussy. Gao Hongyan held her breath, moaning softly:

"Ugh—, ugh—, ugh—,..."

"Ugh—, ugh—, ugh—,..."

"..."

Accompanied by increasingly intense moans, Gao Hongyan's pussy contracted powerfully again, tightly gripping my cock. I was extremely excited. Gao Hongyan wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at me seductively:

"Is it good?"

"Yes!"

"I'll squeeze you to death, squeeze you to death!"

After saying that, Gao Hongyan took a deep breath, then pouted and, sure enough, used her strength. Her pussy gripped my cock tightly, and every thrust I made was incredibly difficult. Under Gao Hongyan's affectionate embrace, I gradually felt the urge to ejaculate. My eyes were fixed on Gao Hongyan beneath me. Gao Hongyan playfully laughed and said,

"How about it, you're going to be finished!"

"Wow—," I shouted, my penis, which had just been thrust into Gao Hongyan's flesh hole, could no longer endure the unprecedented bliss of being embraced, and a gush of semen gushed out, spraying out with a whooshing sound.

"Ah," I slumped onto the bed with a thud. Gao Hongyan sat up nimbly, quickly pulling on her pants. Seeing me still panting, she lifted my pants with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, laughing,

"Hurry up, put your pants on and connect the computer!"

"Sigh," I sighed, exhausted from just ejaculating, and listlessly fiddled with the computer. As soon as the machine was turned on, Gao Hongyan excitedly pushed me aside, sat down next to it, and started fiddling with the mouse:

"Hehe, this is so much fun, so much fun!"

"Don't just think about having fun," I said to Gao Hongyan with an arrogant, teacherly tone,

"You need to study hard!"

"Yes, teacher," Gao Hongyan replied playfully.

"Come on, let's start our first lesson," I shoved a book into Gao Hongyan's hands. She flipped through it, then frowned:

"Teacher, where do we even begin?"

"Xiao Gao, your fingers aren't good, so don't practice finger exercises. Skip this chapter. How about this, you memorize the character root table first, and I'll test you in a few days!"

"Okay," Gao Hongyan nodded earnestly. I chuckled mischievously:

"If you can't memorize it, or if you memorize it wrong or leave anything out, then I'll punish you!"

"Yes, if I don't memorize it well, I'll accept the punishment. Teacher, what will the punishment be?" Gao Hongyan asked like a schoolchild. I grinned and scratched my already limp penis:

"The punishment is this."

"Look!" Gao Hongyan pouted.

"Teacher, why punish me with this? There are so many other things to punish me with!"

Gao Hongyan was a very traditional woman, seemingly gentle and obedient, but once she got stubborn, I couldn't do anything with her. She stubbornly believed that the penis was for inserting into the vagina, and the vagina was dirty, therefore, the penis was also dirty, and a dirty penis should never be sucked. So, I could do anything with Gao Hongyan, except for one thing: she absolutely refused to give me oral sex. And I, being the most fond of oral sex, now, I'm going to seize this opportunity to force Gao Hongyan to give me oral sex. So, in a firm tone, I said without room for change:

"No, this is the punishment!"

"Hmph, you bad boy," Gao Hongyan provocatively pinched my cheek:

"Xiao Zhang, you're so mean. You force me to do the thing I least want to do. Hmph, this punishment is fine too, I'll definitely memorize it well so you can't punish me!"

"Heh heh, you've got guts, Xiao Gao, you must memorize it well, and it'd be best if I couldn't punish you!"

"Memorize it," three days later, I came to Gao Hongyan's house again. Gao Hongyan was holding a book, muttering to herself like she was chanting a mantra. When she saw me come in, she begged:

"Xiao Zhang, let me review some more!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you!" I leaned against Gao Hongyan's fragrant body, my hand reaching down to her crotch and grabbing and touching her, until Gao Hongyan was annoyed and could no longer concentrate on memorizing. She slammed the book shut:

"Alright, let's take the test!"

"L key, memorize!"

"Hmm," Gao Hongyan immediately tensed up:

"Xiao Zhang, so this is how it's tested? I memorized them in order, but when you suddenly pull out a key, I really can't remember it!"

"Hehe, Xiao Gao, that won't do. You just memorized it by rote without knowing which key it's on. That won't do. Not only do you have to memorize it thoroughly, but you also have to remember the radicals of each key. That way, you can decompose characters quickly and accurately. You're doomed, you messed up the test, you failed, the punishment is—," After saying that, I suddenly pulled out my penis, held it in my hand, and looked at Gao Hongyan triumphantly.

"Sigh," Gao Hongyan reluctantly squatted down between my legs:

"Fine, then punish me!" After saying that, Gao Hongyan frowned and reluctantly took my penis into her mouth. I happily pressed her little head down, my penis repeatedly thrusting into her tender mouth. Gao Hongyan spat out:

"Hmph, putting a penis into someone's mouth, how disgusting! How could you even think of that!"

"Hehe, that's how it is now!"

"No, I don't want to!"

I stood up, pressed Gao Hongyan's head down, and increased the intensity of my thrusting. Gao Hongyan pleaded,

"Xiao Zhang, please don't shoot in my mouth!"

"No," I shook my head,

"I want to shoot in your vagina, I want to get you pregnant and give me a son!"

"Okay, come on!" Gao Hongyan took the opportunity to comply. She released my penis and started to unzip her pants:

"Come on, shoot here!"

I pushed Gao Hongyan further onto the bed, then grabbed one of her small feet and shoved my penis, which I had just used for oral sex, into her vagina. I thrust hard for a while and then ejaculated.

Perhaps because she really didn't want to give me oral sex, Gao Hongyan progressed quickly. After only five times of oral sex, she had mastered the basics of typing. Watching her crooked fingers tapping the keyboard haphazardly, I felt both amused and heartbroken. What a beautiful and gentle girl! If she hadn't been born into a poor family and hadn't had these disabled hands, she would surely have had a much better life!

"Xiao Zhang," more than three months later, Gao Hongyan excitedly found me, jumping up and down as she showed me several banknotes:

"Xiao Zhang, I can type now! I can earn money! Look, this is the first money I earned from typing!"

"Oh," I smiled:

"Congratulations, Xiao Gao! You can earn money now, you should thank your master!"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Master!" Gao Hongyan hugged my cheek and gave me a kiss. I shook my head unsatisfied:

"No, is this all you mean by thanking me?"

"Then how can I thank you?" "

Xiao Gao, use the money you earned the first time to treat your master to drinks!"

"This," Gao Hongyan hesitated, looking at the pitiful amount of money in her hand, then shook her head:

"No, all you do is drink, drink, drink. You're not serious at all, you don't know how to manage a household. This money of mine was really hard-earned; I typed it out word by word. My fingers aren't very good, Xiao Zhang, this money can't be used for drinks!"

"So stingy! He won't even buy his master a drink. Sigh, I've wasted my time teaching this apprentice!"

"Xiao Zhang," Gao Hongyan said very seriously,

"This money, I need to save it. I have a use for it!"

"What use?"

"I won't tell you now! Xiao Zhang, if you really want me to thank you, is this how I'm supposed to thank you?" Saying this, Gao Hongyan gently pinched my penis, then whispered her rosy cheeks in my ear:

"How about I give you a blowjob?"

"Hehe," I retorted,

"Xiao Gao, aren't you the one who hates blowjobs the most?"

"No," Gao Hongyan said cheerfully:

"After all this commotion, I'm used to it now, teacher. With your help, I not only learned to type, but I also learned how to give you a blowjob. Hehe, the first time was really uncomfortable, but the second time was a bit better, and the third time, I got completely used to it. After giving you a blowjob so many times, I actually find it quite interesting. It's hard in my mouth, but when I suck it, it's slippery, warm, and wet, like a sausage—it's quite flavorful!"

"Hehe," I shrugged,

"I never thought I'd not only teach you how to use a computer and how to type, but also how to give you a blowjob. Ah, that's killing two birds with one stone! Well then, let's do it!"

"Okay," Gao Hongyan squatted down, grasped my penis, and began to suck it with great skill...

Chapter Sixty:

As expected, Han Dalaba kept his word and sent all the publicity materials for the meeting to the printing factory. The outdated factory immediately started operating at full speed, printing non-stop for 24 hours. The workers worked in shifts day and night, and finally managed to print and bind the materials the day before the meeting.

"Ha," the old woman said, rattling the worn-out beads of her abacus with a series of jarring clicks.

"Ah, great! The workers can finally get their wages! Factory manager," she said, beaming, handing me the bill.

"Factory manager, this is a detailed list of printing costs. Please submit it to the government office for reimbursement, and then pay the workers!"

"Oh," I glanced at it. Actually, I didn't understand anything. It listed the price per page, the printing cost, the binding cost—I couldn't understand it at all, and I didn't want to look closely. I asked the old woman blankly,

"Aunt Li, is this enough to pay back the workers three months' wages?"

"No, it's not enough!" The old woman shook her head.

"That's about it, factory manager. If you can pay this month's wages, the workers will be very grateful. A few days ago, the workers were working day and night while praising you. They all said that although our factory manager is young, he is very capable. The factory is finally up and running again, and we have work to do." "

Alright then!" I thought to myself: I'll learn from Han Dalaba. He multiplies the original bills for meals, car repairs, etc. I'll do the same. Thinking of this, I picked up my pen and boldly multiplied the total amount on the old woman's bill by 2. Then, I pushed it in front of her:

"Aunt Li, this bill needs to be recalculated!"

"This, double!" The old woman looked at me tremblingly:

"Factory manager, how do I calculate this?"

"I don't care, calculate it however you want, just write down whatever number I wrote down. I'll handle the reimbursement! Just calculate it with confidence!"

"Factory manager," the old woman clicked the abacus beads a few times, and finally handed the bill to me with trembling hands:

"Just write down this number you wrote down, I just randomly filled it all in, here you go!"

"Okay," I took the bill, threw my cigarette butt on the ground, and said to the old woman:

"Aunt Li, you wait to take the check to the bank to withdraw the money!"

"Hmm, ah, ha," when I pushed the bill in front of Han Dalaolao, Han Dalaolao's eyes widened immediately:

"Xiao Zhang, this, how come there's so much money?"

“Director Han,” I said confidently,

“Raw material prices have gone up, so printing costs have to go up too, you know? Everything goes up. Director Han, are you free tonight? I’d like to treat you to a sauna!”

“Hmm, ah, ha,” Han the Loudmouth readily wrote on the bill,

“Yes, yes, I’m free. Xiao Zhang, I’m signing it. As for whether the accounting office will reimburse it, that’s none of my business!”

“Hehe,” I grabbed the bill,

“See you tonight, Director Han!” I thought to myself: Han the Loudmouth, whether it’s reimbursed or not is none of your concern. My wife is the accountant; I don’t need to worry about that.

“Ah—,” Sister Xu looked troubled when she saw the staggering amount on the bill,

“My darling, how come there’s so much money? What did Han the Loudmouth print?”

“He,” I snapped a cigarette, blew a smoke ring at my wife, and then said seriously:

"He holds a big meeting, prints all sorts of materials, a huge print run, distributed throughout the province. And the articles are long and tedious. Honey, do you think the printing costs won't be high?"

"Let me talk to the boss about it!" Sister Xu walked into the accounting office.

"Hurry up, the workers are waiting for this money to get their wages!" I shouted.

I returned to the printing factory office, where the old accountant anxiously asked,

"Factory manager, has it been reimbursed?"

"Here," I pulled out a check with the still-wet red stamp and handed it to the old woman,

"Hurry up and deposit it in the bank. Tomorrow, pay the workers their wages for three months, and reimburse the medical expenses owed to the retired workers! Go on,"

"Oh dear," the old woman beamed, her wrinkles crinkling with joy, "

Factory manager, you're really something!"

"Payments! Payments!"

"Payments! Payments!" "Payments! Payments!"

"Payments! Payments!"

"..."

The next day at noon, the office was packed with overjoyed workers, their burning eyes eagerly gazing at the bundles of bright, new banknotes. Yes, the workers had suffered terribly; they hadn't received a single penny of wages for a hundred days, and many had to borrow money to survive. Di Ba Zi and I sat to one side, drinking and chatting. The workers all looked at me with extremely sincere and grateful eyes:

"Good morning, Factory Manager!"

"Good morning, Factory Manager!"

"Good morning, everyone!"

"Di Ba Zi," after the workers had all received their wages and left the accounting office, the old woman called out to Di Ba Zi:

"Stop drinking, it's your turn."

"Hehe," Di Ba Zi put down his wine glass, took the banknotes handed to him by the old woman, spat on his fingers, and counted them with a clattering sound:

"Wow, finally paid! I can finally live comfortably!"

"Now that you have money, do something worthwhile, buy some new clothes!" The old woman nagged at Di Ba Zi:

"Look at you, all filthy, your sleeves are rolled up and the seams are ripped, your elbows are all chafed, buy some new clothes, don't look like a beggar!"

"Hmph," Di Ba Zi scoffed.

"As long as I don't show my butt, that's fine. I look like this. If I were to wear new clothes, I wouldn't be able to walk!"

Di Ba Zi was much older than me; if we were to be precise, I should call him Uncle. He was very short and unremarkable in appearance. Although he was nearing middle age, he was homeless, jobless, childless, and didn't even have a household registration. Di Ba Zi always said in a self-deprecating tone,

"In this world, I don't own a single brick or tile, and I don't have a household registration. I'm not included among the billion Chinese people."

Di Ba Zi spent most of his life in prison. After his release, as a key figure in the rehabilitation program, the government placed him in this printing factory on the verge of bankruptcy. He worked as a night watchman and a general laborer. With the government's care, Di Ba Zi finally had a place to stay.

Every morning, when the workers arrived at the factory one after another, Di Ba Zi would start his breakfast: a cup of strong liquor, a plate of peanuts, and a hot steamed bun, which he would gulp down. Then, he would collapse onto the sofa and go to sleep.

I woke up to find Di Ba Zi barefoot, shuffling in his dirty, tattered cloth shoes, carelessly sweeping the yard with a large broom. Then, he tossed the broom aside and strode into the office:

"Factory Manager, what's for lunch today?"

"Roast chicken!" I casually pulled out a banknote. Di Ba Zi's eyes lit up:

"Ha, good, good life!"

"You," the old woman grumbled,

"are just lucky to have met such a wealthy factory manager!"

So, Di Ba Zi and I each grabbed a roast chicken leg and began wolfing it down. I swallowed a mouthful of wine and asked Di Ba Zi,

"Di Ba Zi, what's your name?"

"I don't know, I don't know either!" Di Ba Zi continued gnawing.

"What's your surname?"

"I don't know!"

"What? You don't even know your own surname!"

"I really don't know. Oh, right, I remember now. When I got out of prison, the police gave me a name to register my household registration. It was something like Liu Weidong, which means 'protect Chairman Mao'!"

"But why did they choose Liu as your surname?"

"Hehe, there are so many people with the surname Liu. Zhang, Wang, Li, Zhao, Liu (Liu) everywhere!"

"But why didn't you get your household registration?"

"Hmph," Di Ba Zi put down his chicken leg and said resentfully,

"When my mother was alive, we rented a house from someone else. After my mother died, I went to prison. After I got out, the prison police gave me a certificate, but when I got to the local police station, they saw that although I had the certificate, I didn't have a house. They said they would study what to do. Hmph, after studying it, the household registration issue disappeared. As time went by, I lost the certificate, and as a result, I became an unregistered person!" As Di Ba Zi spoke, he pulled out a tattered little notebook:

"Factory Director, this is my only property!"

"Oh," I took it and unfolded it. Wow, it was a "Prostitute Certificate" issued during the Nationalist era. Inside was a small photograph. Di Ba Zi pointed to the woman's face and frankly told me,

"This is my mother! Such a pitiful woman, selling herself to earn money to raise my sister and me. But my sister was murdered, and I'm penniless!"

"Your mother, she..." I hesitated to ask further, but Di Ba Zi recounted his pitiful, tragic, and despicable life story with unrestrained honesty. I listened, speechless and deeply moved. Looking at Di Ba Zi, this extraordinary little man, I felt it was absolutely necessary to write a separate biography for him. It wouldn't be appropriate to simply drag his life story into this article; that would make it even longer, unmanageable, and unnecessary.

There's something else that I can't quite understand: this unremarkable, dissolute man, a penniless wretch, a homeless vagrant, somehow managed to befriend countless prostitutes. After we became acquainted, whenever he had the chance, he'd make a hole in his left hand and repeatedly poke it with his right middle finger:

"Old Zhang, want this?"

"What for?" I'd ask knowingly, but he'd continue his lewd probing:

"To carve it out, to do it!"

"Hehe, is it good!"

"Absolutely great, let's go!"

So, I'd tuck my cell phone away and we'd climb into the opulent Don Juan, a luxury car gleaming with dazzling light. Just a few months ago, I'd be carrying my lunchbox, rain or shine, leaving home on time to brave the crowds on the bus. Today, I proudly own my own ride, with a mobile phone worth ten thousand yuan hanging from its rear. Thinking of this fills me with happiness and joy!

I leisurely drive the luxury car that Sister Xu bought for me, following the directions of Di Ba Zi, through main streets and alleys, heading off to find some wild women to have fun with!

Every time I'm with a wild woman, Di Ba Zi sits on the edge of the bed with a lewd grin, watching without blinking as I and the wild woman roll around on the bed, indulging in wanton acts:

"Hehe, Old Zhang is really capable, Old Zhang is really amazing!"

"Di Ba Zi," I shouted at Di Ba Zi while frantically thrusting into the wild woman beneath me,

"Go for it!"

"Hey," Di Ba Zi pulled out his penis and said with a troubled face,

"Old Zhang, this one of mine is a bit off!"

"What?" I shifted my gaze to Di Ba Zi's penis and discovered a new situation. Di Ba Zi's foreskin was thick and long, deeply burying the glans inside.

"Why don't you cut it off?" I asked Di Ba Zi.

"It's so long, it should have been cut off a long time ago, it's causing so much trouble!"

"No money!" Di Ba Zi replied.

After my repeated insistence and the wild woman's relentless efforts, Di Ba Zi's penis finally managed to lift its head, swaying and bare as it was inserted into the wild woman's vagina. Di Ba Zi clumsily thrust a few times, and the wild woman sneered with a lewd look:

"Useless, limp as a board, it looks like a silkworm cocoon inside, hehe!"

Afterwards, I took Di Ba Zi to a hospital and had him circumcised. After the stitches were removed, I asked to admire Di Ba Zi's newly acquired penis. Di Ba Zi carefully took it out, and when I took a look, I burst out laughing:

"Hahaha..."

The foreskin at the tip of Di Ba Zi's penis had been completely removed, and the glans finally saw the light of day. The foreskin, cut in half, formed a ridiculous fleshy ring, bulging high, covering the red penis, making me laugh so hard I bent over. Di Ba Zi also grinned. From then on, every time I went out to patronize a woman, I would watch as Di Ba Zi thrust into her, his high, fleshy ring ridiculously pushing and pulling in and out of her vagina. The more I watched, the funnier it became.

"Ah—," Di Ba Zi sighed, pulling out his penis after ejaculating, gently pinching and twisting it to expel the remaining semen. I slapped my butt:

"Pay up, bill, let's go."

"Oops!" Just as we reached the bottom of the stairs, Di Ba Zi suddenly shouted:

"Old Zhang, wait for me a minute, I forgot my lighter upstairs!"

The first time, I didn't pay much attention. But after that, as I frequently went out to patronize women, every time I came out of the building, Di Ba Zi would shout:

"Oh no, I forgot my cigarettes!"

Gradually, I became puzzled: What was this guy up to? Why did he always find some very natural excuse to slip back to the woman's house after patronizing her?

A moment later, Di Ba Zi, exhaling smoke rings, leisurely walked out of the building. Looking at Di Ba Zi's cryptic expression, I decided to avoid him and go to prostitutes alone. Afterwards, the prostitute kissed my cheek and whispered,

"Brother, you should have done this a long time ago. From now on, you should come alone! Without Di Ba Zi."

"Why?"

"He not only takes advantage of me for free," the prostitute said bitterly,

"but he also takes my money!"

"Oh," I suddenly realized. So, every time after prostituting himself, Di Ba Zi would sneak back under some pretext to collect a pimping fee from the prostitute. Heh heh, what a Di Ba Zi. Your mother was a prostitute, and you, now that you're grown up, are a pimp. I thought to myself: Di Ba Zi, you're so shameless. I treat you to drinks every day and even paid for your circumcision, but you still make money off me.

"Old Zhang, gouge it out," Di Ba Zi invited me out to patronize women again. I coldly asked,

"Di Ba Zi, how much of a tip have you fucking taken from me?"

"This," Di Ba Zi knew he'd been caught, muttered for a moment, then explained,

"Old Zhang, if I didn't take the money, you wouldn't get it. Besides, I didn't spend the money I took from them on myself; I bought alcohol. Old Zhang, you've drunk quite a bit of my alcohol too!"

"Di Ba Zi, isn't it dirty how you make this money?!" 12-09 Chapter Sixty-One

"Mom," I drove home with immense pride, ran upstairs, and hugged my mother's neck tightly:

"Mom, your son's back!"

"Hehe," my mother's face lit up with joy, her plump hands happily pinching my nose:

"Good son, good son, you still think of your mother, you still care about your mother!"

"Mom, are you still angry with me?"

"Why am I angry with you!" Mom seemed to have forgotten about it. She frowned, deep in thought. I reminded her,

"Mom, it's about me changing jobs without permission, isn't it?"

"Oh, never mind, never mind, son. You're all grown up now, an adult. You should be able to make your own decisions. Mom has thought it through. Mom doesn't blame you!"

"Then, Mom," I pouted, pleading,

"Can I?"

"Come on,"

ah, finally I could get Mom's sweet kiss again! I trembled with excitement. Mom opened her mouth very naturally, and I took the opportunity to press my tongue against hers, the tip of my tongue disappearing deep into her mouth. Mom also flicked her tongue out, gently tracing the tip of my tongue. I took a deep breath, swallowing the sweet saliva from Mom's mouth. Wow, it's so wonderful! I'm so happy!

"Alright, son!" After a long while, Mom gave me a nudge:

"Okay, okay, stop nagging. Mom's going to cook for you!"

"No," I grabbed Mom's arm:

"Mom, let's eat out!"

"That's such a waste!"

"Mom, you need to change your old-fashioned ideas. You need to keep up with the times and learn how to live properly so that life has meaning! Come on,"

I finally convinced Mom, and we walked downstairs hand in hand. I clicked open the car door, and Mom looked at me in surprise:

"Xiao Li, is this your own car?"

"Of course, it's mine, Mom, come in!"

"Xiao Li, where did you get so much money to buy such expensive things!" Mom stood outside the car, refusing to get in, so I had to jump out:

"Mom, you don't need to worry about this, just come in!"

"Xiao Li," Mom said timidly after I got in the car:

"If you keep going like this, you'll make a mistake sooner or later."

"Hey," I said dismissively.

“Mom, that’s how society is these days. Anyone who gets the chance will try to make a fortune. If you don’t seize the opportunity, it will expire! Mom, stop using your old mindset to think about things now, and stop looking at this era with your outdated perspective. Mom, you’re so out of touch!”

“I am out of touch, but I feel at peace!” Mom muttered indignantly.

"Oh dear," sitting in the restaurant, seeing me recklessly ordering food without any sense of propriety, my mother became quite anxious. She snatched the menu from my hand:

"This is enough! You're being too wasteful. Even if you have money, you can't be so extravagant! Sigh, these young people nowadays, really! Xiaoli, this whole table of food is enough for my monthly salary!"

"Mom, you're so naive! You haven't seen a truly wasteful banquet yet! This whole table of food is enough for you to earn in a year!"

The table was laden with delicious dishes, but not even a quarter of them had been used. My mother said with a pained expression,

"Xiaoli, ask the waiter to pack up these dishes and take them home. I'll eat them slowly!"

"Oh, Mom," after paying the bill, I grabbed my mother's hand:

"Mom, don't let your son embarrass himself, come on!"

"Packing it up, is that what you call embarrassing? Leaving it here, pretending to be generous, is that good? I think that's just wasteful!"

"Wasteful is wasteful, but we can't pack it up and take it away, people will laugh at us!"

"Oh dear, son," I led my mother into the bowling alley and very seriously taught her how to bowl. My mother clumsily held the bowling ball, her delicate eyebrows furrowed:

"Xiao Li, Mom is clumsy, Mom has never seen this before, Mom doesn't want to play!"

"Mom, come on, don't worry, I'll teach you!"

"Ha," with my persistent efforts, my mother finally successfully threw a bowling ball. The round bowling ball wobbled and rushed towards the bowling ball, and with a whoosh, it hit the target! My mother clapped her hands excitedly like a child, and even jumped up and down with joy:

"I hit it, I hit it, I hit it!"

My mother wiped the sweat from her forehead, picked up another bowling ball, and I grabbed her arm:

"Mom, you're sweating so much, let's go swimming!"

"Okay, let's go," Mom said, getting happier and happier as she played. Her rosy cheeks, glistening with beads of sweat, made her look incredibly adorable. Looking at Mom's charming appearance, I started daydreaming again: Sigh, when will I be able to possess Mom?

From that day on, I dragged Mom around the city almost every day. Many large entertainment venues bore the marks of our joyful figures. The intimacy and warmth we shared were like that of a pair of lovers whispering sweet nothings to each other.

"Son, you're always taking your mother out to play and have fun, never going to work. Is that okay?"

"Mom, you don't understand. I'm a hands-off factory manager. I don't know anything about the business. The factory is the same whether I'm here or not. All the big and small things are handled by the old lady!"

"But you still need to go to work regularly. This isn't good!"

"Then," I replied earnestly,

"Mom, tomorrow I won't come to play with you. I'm going to work!"

"Go, go!" Through the small mirror in the car, I saw a very reluctant look on my mother's face:

"Go, go, go to work properly!"

Looking at my mother's disappointed expression, I secretly rejoiced: Ha, if I'm not mistaken, Mom can't live without me! To prove this, I secretly resolved: I will not go home for a week! I believe that if Mom has developed some kind of dependence on me, or rather, attachment, then this short separation will generate an unimaginable passion in her. I want to seize this rare opportunity to quietly ignite Mom's passion for me, to let it transform into a blazing fire. I'm going to launch my final attack on Mom, implementing my long-planned typhoon strategy!

The next day, I lazily arrived at the printing factory and started chatting aimlessly with Di Ba Zi:

"Old Zhang, where have you been these past few days? Why haven't you come to work?" Di Ba Zi muttered.

"Oh, Mom's sick, I'm keeping her company!" I replied absentmindedly.

"Hehe, what a dutiful son!"

"..."

Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring, ring ring...

Suddenly, the cell phone on my waist started ringing urgently. I quickly pulled it out:

"Hello, oh, it's Mom, what's wrong? Nothing, um, I'm fine, don't worry, Mom!" Mom mumbled on the phone, saying nothing was wrong, but lingered on the line. I felt another surge of joy: Ah, Mom misses me, like a lover in the throes of passion, a day apart feels like three autumns.

"Old Zhang," Di Ba Zi made a vulgar gesture at me:

"Gouge it out, do it!"

"Go away, go away, you have no damn business, all you know is gouge it out, gouge it out, your dick thing isn't even working properly, what dick can you gouge out!"

Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring, ring ring,...

The phone rang again:

"Mom, hello!" "

Xiao Li, I can't find my keys, do you know where I put them! Oh, I found them, I found them..."

"Good that you found them," hehe, Mom is just making conversation with me, I held the phone and chatted with Mom:

"Mom, do you want to go bowling? What, you still want to play? But I'm busy these days. What's wrong, Mom? It's boring being home alone. What should we do? Watch TV? Hmm, the TV programs aren't good, I don't want to watch them… What? When am I coming home?" I stuck out my tongue: Goodness, the sweet, plump fish is about to take the bait! I was extremely excited, but I deliberately kept them in suspense. I suddenly remembered an idiom—"playing hard to get":

"Mom, the factory is too busy these days, I don't have time!"

"Sigh," Mom sighed on the phone:

"Then forget it, go and do your work… When you have time, come back and see Mom, Mom is so bored by herself!"

Ah—the timing is almost right. Without me by her side, Mom is tormented by loneliness and thirst. Now, all it takes is a small matchstick to ignite Mom into a terrifying, fiery sea of desire. Wow—the time to launch a fierce attack has finally arrived. I forced myself to suppress my burning lust, and endured two long days of agonizing waiting. On the morning of the third day, I could no longer bear it. I couldn't suffer any longer. A week was far too long, longer than my entire life. I really couldn't take it anymore. I had to see my mother. With that thought, I jumped into my car and sped off, screeching to a stop in front of the dormitory building. I didn't rush upstairs. Instead, I kept honking the car horn. Soon, I saw my mother lean out of the window. Seeing the car parked downstairs, her face lit up with happiness, and she couldn't help but call out,

"Xiao-Li—…!"

When I ran upstairs, my mother was already waiting at the door.

"Mom," I threw myself into her arms, and she hugged my neck tightly.

"Son—…"

We kissed passionately for a long time. My mother closed her eyes tenderly, her cheeks flushed, her breath shallow, and her heart pounding.

"Son, why did you take so long? I was so bored!"

"Mom," I said cheerfully, taking her hand.

"Come on, let's go play!"

"Xiao-Li," my mother said, perking up in the car.

"Son, I have a wonderful feeling. Whenever you're here, when I'm with you, I feel like I've returned to my unforgettable youth! It's like the sweet feeling I had when I was dating your father! Son, where are we going to play today?"

"Let's eat KFC first. Once we're full, we'll go wherever Mom wants!"

Changing a person isn't difficult, just like the trendy, fashionable secretary in "Office Romance" said: even teaching a rabbit to smoke is possible!

Look at my dear, beautiful, but extremely traditional and conservative mother. Under my malicious influence, she frequently frequented various high-end nightclubs, restaurants, entertainment centers, and swimming pools. In less than three months, less than a hundred days, Mom was completely transformed, becoming a different person. My mother, who had always been a teetotaler, surprisingly could easily drink two bottles of ice-cold beer. Even more astonishingly, she could even handle a few ounces of strong liquor, which truly surprised me.

"Ah, it's genetic!" Mom exclaimed while sipping strong liquor.

"Your grandma could drink a pound of

liquor three times a day!" Not only did Mom drink with great skill and grace, but she also learned modern dance, bowling, swimming, and singing. Whenever she sat down in front of the stereo, she would instinctively grab the microphone and belt out a song:

"Ah, Teresa Teng's songs are so charming! No wonder my son is so obsessed; I've fallen for Teresa Teng too!"

"Mom," I had no desire to keep up with her endless wailing; my lust was already swelling violently. I wanted to take her home:

"Mom, it's getting late, let's go home!"

"Son, it's only twelve o'clock! Play a little longer, sing a little longer!"

"Mom," I lied,

"I've been so busy these past few days, I haven't rested well, I'm a little sleepy!"

"Okay," Mom reluctantly put down the microphone.

"Son, go to sleep," my mother, still wanting more, made the bed for me when we got home. I climbed into bed and grabbed her arm:

"Mom, I can't sleep alone, can you sleep with me?"

"Okay," my mother readily took off her coat and went to the bathroom:

"Son, Mom's going to take a shower first. This whole ordeal has left me covered in sweat!"

"Ha," after her shower, my mother, dressed in a charming bathrobe, sat alluringly on the edge of the bed, exuding a fragrance that intoxicated me. I hugged my mother and kissed her passionately, one hand secretly slipping into her bosom and gently grasping one of her ample breasts:

"Mom's breasts are still so beautiful, so full!"

Recently, after my relentless efforts, I finally won over my mother's heart. I not only successfully breached her first line of defense—her pearly lips—but also, seizing the opportunity, I pressed my advantage and breached her second line of defense—her ample breasts. My mother no longer minded my touching; I could even suckle her nipples. Nestled in her arms, I lovingly held one of her little breasts in my mouth:

"Wow, Mom, I feel like I was drinking your milk again when I was a toddler!"

"Eat, eat!" My mother displayed her breasts without a care, letting me touch and suckle. I then reached under her armpits and scratched incessantly. My mother couldn't help but laugh:

"Naughty boy, don't tickle Mom, Mom can't take it anymore!" My mother chuckled and forcefully pushed my hand away, slapping it against her abdomen. I then moved my hand to her underwear. My mother instinctively flinched, about to push my hand away again, but I finally mustered my courage and made up my mind to launch a decisive attack on my mother's third and final line of defense. I took a gamble, going all out. My life or death depended on this. I pressed my palm stubbornly against my mother's fleshy panties, and at the same time, I raised my head and, like Huang Jiguang bravely charging into the enemy's bunker, threw myself at my mother's panties and kissed them passionately.

"Xiao Li," Mom gasped, pushing me away.

"No, no, don't be silly!"

"Mom," I lunged at her again.

"Mom, I love you!"

"Xiao Li," Mom pulled a bathrobe over my nearly naked body, her expression serious.

"How could you do this? Do you lack women? Why do you have such thoughts about your mother?"

"Mom," I stammered, dizzy.

"Mom, Mom, I love you, I really love you. I don't lack women, but there's no woman in the world I love so deeply, so passionately, like you. Mom, I love you, really, Mom, I love you..."

"Nonsense!" Mom roared, trembling.

"Outrageous! What are you thinking? Loving your mother is fine, kissing, touching—I've allowed that. But don't push your luck, Xiao Li. Don't you think your thoughts are horrible, shameful..."

“Mom,” I released her in despair, dressed listlessly, and then murmured to my mother, who was wiping away tears,

“Mom, I… I made you angry again. I’m leaving!”

I returned to the factory dejectedly, sat down in the factory manager’s chair, and, oblivious to the danger, leaned closer, gesturing obscenely as usual:

“Old Zhang, gouge it out…”

“Get the fuck out of here, gouge your mother’s cunt, gouge, gouge…”

“Damn it, what’s wrong? What’s bothering you that you’re taking it out on me!”

I had no mood to pay attention to him. I turned my gloomy face to the window, and a tricycle loaded with old sofas quietly slipped into the factory gate. A burly middle-aged man was pedaling laboriously. I squinted and looked closely, and couldn’t help but shout:

"Oh, it's Old Du. What's he doing?"

Chapter Sixty-Two

"Brother," Di Ba Zi and I ran out of the office one after the other to meet Old Du. Old Du jumped off the tricycle, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and I asked in confusion,

"What are you doing? Why are you on a tricycle? What, trying to exercise?"

"Damn it," Old Du cursed,

"My wife bought a set of genuine leather sofas, but she doesn't want this one anymore. I thought it would be a waste to throw it away, so I remembered you. Your factory has plenty of empty rooms. I'll leave this old sofa at your factory!"

“But…” Hearing Lao Du’s words, I couldn’t help but laugh inwardly: Lao Du, Lao Du, you really make me both laugh and cry! Usually, in hotels and entertainment centers, you spend money like water, throwing it away without a second thought, without even batting an eye. But, you can’t bear to throw away an old sofa. Sigh, Lao Du, you’re truly a monster I can never understand.

“Brother, of course you can leave it here, but why didn’t you hire a porter? Why did you push it here yourself? Look how tired my brother is, covered in sweat!”

“Damn it,” Lao Du cursed viciously,

“I found a bastard. Guess how much he asked for?”

“How much?”

“Fifty,” Lao Du stretched out his sweaty palm,

“Fifty! This old bastard really dares to ask for that much. This old sofa of mine isn’t even worth fifty yuan. I thought to myself, oh well, I’ll do it myself!” "Ugh, he never does any work, it's really no good. Pushing this sofa set here almost made me vomit blood!"

"Di Ba Zi," I shouted to him,

"Quick, move it to the warehouse!"

"Okay," Di Ba Zi and I lifted a sofa and headed towards the warehouse. I suddenly noticed that the sofa had several stitches, so I muttered to myself,

"That old Du, he's stingy with small things, not big ones. This old sofa, all patched up, he still can't bear to throw it away."

"Hehe," Di Ba Zi said with a grin,

"That's how rich people are!"

"Brother," Di Ba Zi and I lifted another sofa, and I said to Old Du,

"Let's just throw this junk away as trash!"

"No way," Old Du insisted.

"These are everyday necessities, you can't just throw them away easily. Even a broken home is worth a fortune!"

"Hehehe, I really can't do anything with you!" I laughed helplessly.

Old Du, I could never figure him out. There seemed to be a thick fog surrounding him, always so hazy and full of confusion. Not long after, one day, Old Du did something that made me burst out laughing, and from then on, it completely changed my fate.

"Brother!" One sunny noon, Old Du suddenly called:

"Find me a few workers, and bring that old truck from your factory over, let me do some work!"

"Okay, brother, where are you?" I readily agreed.

"No. XXX Road, hurry up!"

"Damn it," I hung up the phone and started making arrangements:

"Find the driver, and find a few young, strong workers. Come to No. XXX Road and help my brother Du with some work!"

"Okay, sure!"

I led the workers to No. XXX Road. Wow—it was a dilapidated office building about to be demolished. Many doors and windows had already been removed, and the roof of the top floor had been torn off. It looked like a ruin that had just been bombed. At the entrance, there was an old plaque: XXX Highway Administration Bureau, XXX Department.

"Damn," Old Du, carrying a small briefcase, was waiting for me in the dilapidated corridor. Seeing me leading the workers, he said impatiently:

"Why are you so late? Hurry up and help me carry some things!"

"Okay, where is it!"

Old Du led our group into an office. On the door frame hung a bent plaque—Director's Office. Old Du pointed to the boxes, cabinets, tables, chairs, and beds filling the room and said,

"Move all this stuff to the front of your factory! Set it up properly, I'm selling junk!"

"Brother," Di Ba Zi immediately directed the workers to start moving things. Old Du handed me a cigarette, which I took, and asked with a puzzled look,

"Brother, you used to work here? Is this your office?"

"Ah," Old Du nodded casually as he lit his cigarette.

“Brother,” I glanced at the tattered sign that was about to break,

“Are you the section chief?”

“Yeah,” Old Du glanced at me expressionlessly,

“So what if you’re the section chief?”

“Nothing special,” I was shocked. I never dreamed that this guy, who looked like a thug, was actually a high-ranking official. I continued to ask,

“Brother, what’s wrong? Did your unit relocate?”

“Yeah, we moved to the new office building a long time ago. Everything’s moved out except my office. Damn it, they want me to move out? Not so easy!” Old Du revealed his rogue face again,

“They just want me to move out like that, without even a relocation fee or compensation for losses? No way, brother, I’m not moving. I’m not going to bother them. In the end, I managed to get them to come out!”

“They didn’t pay any relocation fee or compensation for losses, so why did they move out?” I asked, puzzled.

“Hehe,” Old Du chuckled mischievously,

“Brother, you don’t understand. This is a government office. The developer has already paid the relocation fee and compensation for losses in one lump sum. But I still have to keep them in check and make them bleed a little more. Otherwise, I won’t move at all. Let’s see if you dare to demolish my office! If I don’t move, you won’t dare to demolish it. How much money will the developer lose if I delay for a day? Hehe, let’s see who loses more, hehe.” As he spoke, Old Du opened his small leather bag and pulled out a wad of banknotes:

“How about that, five thousand yuan.”

“Brother, you’re really something!”

“Old Zhang,” Di Ba Zi walked up to me, sweating profusely,

“Everything’s been loaded onto the truck.”

“Good,” Old Du waved his hand,

“Let’s go, let’s get out of here—”

The driver parked the truck in front of the factory gate. Old Du loudly and cautiously directed the workers to line up his office supplies on the sidewalk by the roadside. He then had me write the huge word “For Sale” on a drawing board with a brush. Then, Old Du plopped down at his desk. Seeing me grinning at him, he quickly pulled over an old chair:

"Come on, brother, sit here!"

"Ah—," Old Du started rummaging through his desk, haphazardly stuffing files and folders into plastic bags:

"Brother, please take care of these things for me!"

"No problem!" I took the plastic bag. Old Du then pulled out a folder, and with a thud, the contents spilled out, old photos scattering all over the floor. I quickly knelt down to help Old Du pick them up. He picked up a photo with a charred edge from being burned by a fire and said to me with deep emotion:

"Brother, look!" I took the photo. It was of a young Old Du, his strong arms embracing a kind middle-aged woman. Old Du wiped his eyes:

"This, this, this is the last photo of me and my mother. Brother, you must keep it safe for me!"

"Don't worry, brother, I love Mom too!"

"Ah," Old Du suddenly snatched the photo from my hand, examining it closely:

"Mom, Mom, Mom..." As he called out, tears welled up in Old Du's eyes, his thick lips pressed tightly against the old photo:

"Mom, do you know how much your son misses you!"

Alas—yes, even wolves love their mothers. There's no one better than a mother in this world. Seeing Old Du's pitiful state, I couldn't help but feel sad too: Mom, are you still angry with me?

"This," in an instant, Old Du's mood brightened, and he burst into laughter. Holding up a stack of receipts charred beyond recognition, he said to me,

"Brother, look, what's this?"

"Stock certificates!"

"Hehe," Old Du said smugly,

"These stock certificates were fucking worthless a long time ago. Unexpectedly, a fire caused losses to the company, but I made a windfall!"

"What windfall?"

"Brother, don't you know? One year, our company had a huge fire!"

"I know, it was a really big fire, and one firefighter even died. Later, he was posthumously recognized as a martyr!"

"Hmph," Old Du scoffed,

"Martyr? Stupid martyr! The person's dead, what's the use of being a martyr! Look at me, I made some money off those fires. Originally, the stock certificates were worthless, but after some maneuvering, I finally got compensation from the insurance company. Brother, several hundred thousand! Hehe!"

"Sir," a woman with a strong Northeastern accent and shabby clothes whispered to us as Lao Du and I squatted on the ground tidying up,

"Are you selling these things?"

"Of course I'm selling them! Otherwise, what's the point of having them here? To play with them? Didn't you see the sign?" Lao Du stood up and asked in a small-time vendor's tone,

"What do you want to buy?"

"This table!" the woman pointed to Lao Du's desk. Lao Du smiled slyly,

"Hehe, you have good taste! You picked out my desk at first glance. How much are you willing to pay?"

"Sir, how much do you want?" the woman asked timidly.

"How much will you give me?" "Sir, the price she offered is already quite high..."

"Go away, go away, we're negotiating, this is none of your business," Old Du impatiently shoved the man:

"Who are you?"

"Sir, I'm her man!"

"Oh," Old Du turned around and said to the man without any politeness:

"Ha ha ha, man, you still have the nerve to call yourself her man? A woman like that, if she's with you, she'll suffer terribly, running around all over the streets, look how tanned she is, she's even darker than a black potato. If she married someone like me, what would her life be like? At least it would be better than this!"

These words made the man feel ashamed, and he silently slipped back to his handcart. Just for two yuan, Old Du refused to sell his outdated writing desk. I really wanted to read

Chapter Sixty-Three,

"My Little Darling," at midnight, I returned to my 7-8 square meter mansion, drunk. Sister Xu hugged me tightly:

"My little darling, you've had too much to drink again. Come on, lie down!"

Sister Xu helped me take off my clothes, and I lay back on the bed, my throat parched:

"Sister, water, water..."

"Okay, sweetheart, here you go!" I grabbed the teacup and gulped it down. Seeing me completely drunk, Sister Xu pouted:

"Oh no, you're so drunk, how can we make love like this!" She then grabbed my penis and started sucking on it:

"Little darling, why do you always drink like this? What's so good about that horse piss-like liquor?"

"Ah—," My penis was licked hard and thick by Sister Xu, but I had no desire to have sex with her. I grabbed Sister Xu's arm:

"Sister, where's your money!"

"What? Didn't I just give you two thousand yesterday? What, it's all gone again? My little darling, even if I'm rich, you can't just keep squandering like this!"

"No, I'm not squandering anymore, sister, I need to do something serious!"

"What kind of business are you? You can't do anything worthwhile!"

"Sister, give me all the money, I want to do a big business deal!"

"No," Sister Xu shook her head firmly:

"No, I can't trust you. I've saved this money for so many years, do you know how hard it was? With you like this, what kind of business can you do? Once the money is in your hands, you'll spend it faster than water. I don't trust you!"

"Sister, your money is too dirty, let me wash it for you!"

"No, this money is for me to buy a villa after I retire!"

"Sister, will you give it to me or not!"

"No, my darling, don't squander it, we have to plan for the future!"

"Fine, if you won't give it to me, then I'll sue you!"

"You," Sister Xu sighed helplessly:

"My darling, tell me the truth, what do you want the money for?"

"To contract construction projects," so I took Sister Xu's hand and told her my wishes in detail. Sister Xu thought for a while and muttered:

"Will you approve it?"

“Sister, no problem. Old Du is my best buddy. He's a deputy director. With him as my backer, this is a sure thing!”

“Alright then!” Sister Xu finally nodded:

“Let’s risk a million and try our luck!”

“Ah, thank you, sister!”

“But,” Sister Xu said lewdly,

“my little darling, if you want to get a million from me, you have to serve me well and make me happy!”

“No problem!”

I took another big gulp of tea, then pounced on Sister Xu’s genitals, cupped her big buttocks with both hands, and started nibbling on them. Sister Xu swayed her hips wantonly:

“Oh, oh, oh, so comfortable!”

The next morning, Sister Xu reluctantly exchanged all her bonds, treasury bonds, etc., for cash and stuffed them into my newly bought handbag:

"My darling, all my money is yours now, I'm penniless!" As she spoke, Sister Xu couldn't help but shed a few sad tears. I feigned concern, comforting her,

"Sister, don't cry, this is an investment. It won't be long before we're rich!"

Full of confidence, I picked up the heavy leather bag filled with cash. From that moment on, I was in cahoots with Sister Xu, a treacherous accomplice. Sister Xu, like a parasite, sucked the blood and sweat of the farmers, while I, like leaflets, scattered the dirty money she had obtained—reeking of blood—into the officialdom—offering bribes.

I followed closely behind Lao Du, frequently visiting the mansions of relevant personnel, handing them bundles of banknotes. The next step was to continue scattering money—I tossed, flung, and scattered the colorful banknotes, tossing bundle after bundle to nightclubs, scattering them in entertainment venues, saunas, resorts…

“Wow—, come on!”

At the bustling dining table, high-ranking officials were seated, each with a seductive, alluring young woman on their arm, shamelessly kissing, groping, and touching each other! All I could do was sit around the dining table, clutching a wad of cash:

"Here, this is for you," I'd swiftly pull out a bill and shove it into the hand of the woman kissing the high-ranking official, then move it behind another woman:

"Here, this is for you!"

"Ha," Old Du, who was drinking a toast with a woman, grinned and said,

"Brother, you're at it again!"

"Yes, yes, I'm going to give you money, I'm going to give you money," I said, pulling out another bill:

"Here, this is for you,"

"Yours,"

"Yours,"

"Yours," "Yours,

" "..."

My money wasn't given away for nothing, nor was it scattered or tossed around for nothing. My wads of cash finally moved the greed of the various high-ranking officials, a greed harder than steel and colder than rock. They tacitly reached an agreement, and then, with a stroke of their pens, gave me a project involving over × million cubic meters of earthwork. Ah—my investment yielded a high return; over a million yuan in cash, in return for over × million cubic meters of earthwork.

"How about that!" Old Du said to me arrogantly,

"Brother, with your big brother here, your money will definitely not be wasted. Over a million cubic meters! This is no joke!"

"My God," exclaimed Liang Yan, a sultry old woman in her fifties and a female manager of a construction company,

"Little Zhang, you don't need to do anything. Just transfer this over a million cubic meters to our company. After deducting the money you spent, I'll make you a dollar per cubic meter. How about that? You don't have to do anything, and you'll just make over a million!"

"No, I want to do it myself!" I shook my head. Upon hearing this, the sultry old woman Liang Yan pursed her lipstick-covered lips and said coldly,

"Do it yourself? How? Do you have a fleet of vehicles? Do you have an excavator?"

Yes, doing it myself? How easy is that? Let alone an excavator or a fleet of vehicles, I don't even have a single car tire. How can I do it?

“Hehe, just transfer it to me!” Liang Yan continued,

“If you still think X million is too little, I can add some more. How about it, Xiao Zhang, that's fair, don’t be too greedy, let us make some profit too!”

“No, I must do it myself!” I asked Liang Yan seriously,

“Big sister, if I do it myself, could you lend me your company’s relevant documents, accounts, etc.? I’ll pay you whatever it costs!”

“Hmph,” Liang Yan said with some disappointment,

“You’re too greedy. I can lend it to you, but not too little. I’m taking a risk!”

“Okay, name your price!”

“XXXX million!”

“Sure, big sister, it’s cash on delivery. Now,” I pulled out bundles of banknotes and slammed them on the table, then stretched out my hand to Liang Yan,

“Give me all your relevant documents!”

"Okay, come to my office, I'll give you everything!"

I took the certificates, licenses, company seal, and so on that Liang Yan handed me, stuffed them all into my handbag, and then tucked it under my arm. This was my company, all contained in a handbag—a completely shell company. How could I run it myself? I'd already thrown away over a million yuan, then spent a fortune buying the necessary paperwork. After all that frantic running around, my handbag felt lighter and lighter. I opened it and... oh my god, I was done for! I had almost no money left. What to do? How to continue?!

I racked my brains for a whole day. After a long, sullen night of drinking, I woke up with a brilliant idea: Go find Sister Xu!

“Sister,” I returned to the 7-8 square meter mansion,

“Sister, you succeeded!”

“Great, congratulations, my darling, you’re really something!” Sister Xu was overjoyed, while I wore a bitter expression:

“I succeeded, but I’ve almost spent all the money!”

“It’s okay, just spend it all, and you’ll get it all back with interest!”

“But, sister, I want to do it myself, that way I can earn more!”

“What,” Sister Xu’s eyes widened:

“Do it yourself? Can you even do it? Do you have any money left? What will you use to do it?”

“You need to think of a way!”

“No, I can’t!”

“But,” I opened my briefcase, showing Sister Xu the certificates, licenses, company seals, and so on, and then murmured:

“Sister, look, I’ve bought all the paperwork. Now, I’m stuck, I have to do it, even if it’s tough!”

“Sigh, but,” Sister Xu shook her head helplessly:

“Where am I supposed to get the money?”

“Sister, think carefully!”

“I can’t think of anything!”

"How about applying for a bank loan?"

"A loan? You're just making empty promises, sweetheart. What are you going to use as collateral?" Sister Xu pointed to my big house:

"Just this 7-8 square meter mansion of yours?"

"Sister," I smiled bitterly,

"My mansion is a bit small, but... it's a government office building."

"Sweetheart," Sister Xu's eyes lit up:

"You're something else! Yes, use the government office building as collateral, I'll give it a try!"

People will die for money, birds will die for food. For money, Sister Xu's audacity is enough to swallow the universe. I will never understand how she got her hands on the property certificate for the government office building, secretly mortgaged it to the bank, and thus got me a huge loan.

"My darling, here, get to work!"

"Ha, ha..."

My briefcase was stuffed full of banknotes again, heavier than last time. Liang Yan, whose ears were sharper than a dog's, somehow found out I'd gotten a bank loan, and with her flamboyant, wrinkled, sallow face, she begged me:

"Little Zhang, let our company do the work. The price is negotiable. You get the lion's share, we get the smaller share, how about it?"

"Hmph," I snorted:

"No, I won't use a single local construction company!"

"Why?"

"I won't tell you!"

"What does that mean? I really don't understand!"

I drove my luxury car, with my utterly disloyal old servant—Di Ba Zi—day and night on the endless highways, specifically looking for construction companies from other provinces. My mad, ugly state resembled a hysterical Don Quixote, while Di Ba Zi's simple-minded, wretched appearance was just like the clumsy servant Sancho Panza. We, master and servant, drove aimlessly around and around on the highway.

Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring, ring ring, ring ring…

“Hello, who is it? Oh, it’s Mom,” I exclaimed excitedly.

“Mom, hello! Are you still angry with me?”

“No, Mom isn’t angry anymore, Xiao Li. Why haven’t you come back for so long?” Mom’s voice trembled with a hint of tears. I hurriedly replied,

“Mom, I’ve been really busy lately.”

“Sigh, Xiao Li, what have you been so busy with? You haven’t even shown your face!”

“A big deal!”

“Xiao Li, what kind of big deal can you do? Come back quickly, don’t you want your mom anymore?”

“Mom, I miss you, I want to kiss you!”

“You little rascal, you rascal!” Hearing Mom’s feigned scolding, I regained my courage : “Mom

, I love you! ”

“Sigh,” Mom sighed,

“Stop fooling around, son, come home quickly!”

“Mom, I love you!” My hands gripping the steering wheel trembled violently as I passionately and repeatedly called out into the microphone:

"Mom, I love you! Mom, I love you! Mom, I love you! Mom, I love you! Mom, I love you! Mom, I love you! Mom, I love you!..."

"Sigh," amidst my frequent calls, Mom remained silent for a long time, silent, silent, silent... Although we were thousands of miles apart, I could still clearly feel her trembling figure and helpless expression. After a long while, Mom finally opened her mouth, interrupting my frantic cries:

"Son, if you truly love your mother, come back quickly!"

"Mom, Mom, Mom," I was so overwhelmed with emotion that tears suddenly welled up in my eyes. I screeched to a halt in the car and sobbed as I spoke:

"Mom, I, I, I wish I could grow wings and fly into your arms, but unfortunately, I can't. I'm far away, over a thousand miles from home. Mom, Mom, I love you. As soon as things settle down, I'll rush back. Mom, Mom, I love you, I love you, kiss you!"

"Son—..." The mother, holding the phone, sobbed softly.

"Damn," Di Ba Zi asked, puzzled,

"What's going on?"

Finally, a construction company that hadn't secured a single project in a year took notice. The company manager, a thin, elderly man nearing sixty, said in a very old-fashioned way:

“We can do it, but you have to pay a deposit first,”

“How much?”

“XX,…”

“Okay, I’ll give you some money after you sign the agreement!”

“Also, we settle accounts daily, one settlement a day, one clean day,”

“Okay,” I said readily:

“Sure, it’s just a little money a day, okay, okay, okay,”

“Also,” the skinny old man was still not satisfied:

“Entrance fee, 100,000, you have to pay that first too!”

“Okay!” Without looking down, he grabbed the banknotes from the woman’s hand:

“I’m in charge, sold!” Then, I stuffed the banknotes into Old Du’s hand:

“Brother, take it, consider it sold to me!”

“Ha,” Old Du fiddled with the crumpled 100-yuan note while pretending to be angry and yelling at me:

“Damn it, it’s my stuff, what right do you have to make decisions for me? Give me the two yuan!”

“I’ll give it, here,” I casually pulled out a 10-yuan note, Old Du chuckled and waved the banknote in his hand:

"Come on, give me a break! Ah—, it's finally open for business! Come on, let's use this money to go for a drink!"

"Hey," Di Ba Zi, who was helping to tidy up, fixed his eyes on a brand-new set of bedding:

"This quilt is really nice!"

"Well," Lao Du suddenly said generously:

"You like it? Well, it's yours!"

"Thanks," Di Ba Zi hugged the quilt tightly:

"Hehe, I really needed a quilt, thanks!"

"Buddy, you know what?" Lao Du suddenly said lewdly:

"I don't know how many girls I've cuddled under this quilt, hehe! Come on," Lao Du waved to me:

"Let's go for a drink!"

"Brother," at the table, I tentatively asked Lao Du:

"Is the construction of the expressway under your unit's management?"

"Of course it's under our unit's management, not just the expressway, but all the highway construction in the province is under our unit's management!" "

I heard that they're preparing to build a new expressway to connect with the expressway in XX province!"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"I saw it in the newspaper, I heard they're putting out a tender!"

"Damn," Old Du shook his head:

"What tender? It's all just a show, a facade for outsiders. Actually, who will build it, and for whom, has already been decided, hehe!"

"Oh, brother," I said seriously:

"Really? So that's how it is, shady dealings! Brother, if there's anything good, can I get involved too? You guys get the meat, I'll just have some soup!"

"Damn," Old Du looked disdainful:

"Xiao Lianqiao, you've got quite the appetite. Want to participate in highway construction? Heh, want to play the high-end game? You can have it, but do you have the money? Do you have enough cash? Let me tell you the truth, I'm just a deputy director. Besides, even a director can't do this without money. After all, it's not something one person can decide!"

"How many lines?" I asked.

"How many lines?" Old Du spat out nauseating saliva.

"Damn, to get things done, the initial investment will be at least a hundred thousand or two. Brother, can you afford that?"

"About that!" I whispered, thinking to myself: How dark this is! The newspapers, the radio, the TV—they make it sound so appealing, an open tender, but in reality, damn it! I hardened my heart and decided to get involved in this shady business, to gamble with the blood and sweat money that Sister Xu had sucked from the farmers. I had a clear conscience; the huge sums of money in this shady business, even if I didn't grab it, would have ended up in someone else's hands anyway, it certainly wouldn't go down the right path. Damn it, let's do it, let's gamble! Let's gamble by any means necessary! There's no need to be polite to those fat, bloated officials who suck the people's blood and sweat; there's no need to have any conscience towards them!

"Wow—, wow—, wow—," Old Du stared at me blankly:

"Didn't realize, little brother, you're a millionaire now! See, I was right to listen to my brother, that accountant's got money, huh?"

"He does have some money, but not a lot. I'll think of another way!"

"Little brother, a million, it seems like a lot, it sounds pretty scary, but doing this is like gambling, throwing money down the drain, one bundle at a time. Little brother, are you brave enough? If you win, everything's fine, but if you fail and lose, you'll lose everything. Little brother, are you brave enough to take a million and gamble, to try your luck, to play this game of skipping stones?"

"Yes, brother," I answered firmly.

"Really? Okay, you've got guts!" Old Du said sternly:

"Since you have the guts, I'll definitely help you get things done!"

"Okay, thank you in advance, brother!"

"Come on, good luck, cheers!"

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/15944.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=15944&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : [Urban] How a Scoundrel is Made - 13-15

Next Page : [Urban] How a Scoundrel is Made - Episodes 16-17 (Complete)

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

[Urban] How a Scoundrel is Made - 16-18

comment Open a new window to view comments