[Urban] Rogue Junior (Complete) - 16-18

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"Hey," the bald guy waved at me:

"Brother, you're too kind. I haven't even thanked you yet. I'll do my best to handle your matter, and I won't ask you for a penny!" "Thank you, big brother!" "Let's go!" Old Du waved his car keys again, and everyone rushed towards the door. Chapter 49 "Damn," Old Du sat naked on the sofa in the private room, rubbing his big cock while yelling at Xiao Mu, who was standing blankly in the middle of the floor, his cheeks down, looking extremely unnatural:

"Come on, let's do it, what's wrong, what are you pretending for?" "Mu!" Xiao Linzi said helplessly to his wife:

"It's okay, don't be shy, we're all brothers, go on!" After saying that, Xiao Linzi personally took off Xiao Mu's bathrobe. I was arranged to sit next to Old Du, also completely naked, and my gaze swept over Xiao Mu. Heh, so young and fresh! Xiao Mu's lithe figure was on full display before the men. Her fair skin, under the dazzling lights, reflected a soft glow that made one's blood boil; her dignified and beautiful oval face held an infinite sadness; her cherry-like lips pouted helplessly; her full, round breasts were adorned with two adorable red pearls; her smooth abdomen had a captivating indentation; between her two slender, shapely legs was a tuft of fluffy hair; her delicate toes were coated with glistening oil. What a beautiful flower in full bloom! What a pity, such a beautiful flower, about to be mercilessly trampled, ravaged, and destroyed by these scoundrels!

"You," Old Du waved his hand at Xiao Linzi,

"sit over there!" Xiao Linzi obediently sat down on the sofa. On the soft sofa sat six strong men in a row: Baldy, Old Feng, myself, Old Du, Er Xinzi, and Xiao Linzi. Six proud, erect penises stood proudly, their red heads pointing arrogantly towards the ceiling. Old Du continued rubbing his throbbing cock. He waved to Xiao Mu, who reluctantly walked over:

"Brothers, who wants to go first?" "Hehe," the bald man leered at Old Du:

"Too many people, too few cunts, so the leader goes first! Brother, you go first!" "Yeah," Old Feng flattered:

"Same old rule, brother, start!" "Damn," Old Du didn't move. He pointed to his cock and said to Xiao Mu:

"What's the rush? Let everyone have a go first, then we'll see who goes first!" "Okay," Xiao Mu had no choice but to squat down, lean against Old Du's feet, and take his cock in her mouth. But Old Du pushed her away:

"Go, go, start from over there, one by one..." So, Xiao Mu had no choice but to dart to the bald man at the very edge and begin giving oral sex to six men. She first took the bald man's penis into her mouth and began sucking it with

a series of "squeaks," while everyone (except Xiao Linzi) held their own penises and watched Xiao Mu with relish. Finally, it was my turn. Xiao Mu coughed to clear her throat, then took my penis into her mouth. I secretly glanced at her, and Xiao Mu happened to lift her eyelids, our eyes meeting unintentionally. She glared at me fiercely, then had no choice but to continue sucking my penis.

Finally, when it was Xiao Linzi's turn to give oral sex, looking at her pitiful yet hateful husband, Xiao Mu suddenly burst into tears, which dripped onto the head of her husband's penis.

"Alright, who goes first!" Old Du asked happily.

"No need to ask, it's the eldest brother!" everyone echoed.

"No," Old Du, who usually acted arrogantly and acted like the boss in front of his cronies, was surprisingly humble today. However, no one dared to step forward without Old Du starting. It seemed that none of the men in the room dared to offend Old Du. Old Du looked at me:

"Xiao Lianqiao, go, you go first!" "Big Brother," I suggested,

"Since you're being so humble and unwilling to go first, we brothers will feel bad. How about this?" "What do you say?" I made Xiao Mu lie on his back on the carpeted floor with his legs wrapped around his waist. Then, I ordered the men to hold their penises and kneel around Xiao Mu, forming a ridiculous and lewd little circle. Seeing this, Old Du was so amused that white saliva actually sprayed from the corner of his mouth:

"Damn, Xiao Lianqiao, what kind of game is this?!" "Everyone," I placed my palm on Xiao Mu's smooth and delicate shoulder:

"Now, I'll make her spin around. When she stops, whoever's dick is facing her pussy will get to fuck her. How about it? Does everyone agree?" "Hahaha, agree..." "Hahaha, agree..." "Hahaha, agree..." "Hahaha, agree..." "..." Boom—the men burst into laughter. I gathered my strength, gave my palm a push, and Xiao Mu ridiculously started spinning around. The men immediately stopped laughing, gripping their dicks, their lustful eyes fixed on the spinning Xiao Mu, silently chanting in their hearts: Stop, stop, stop right on my dick head.

Finally, Xiao Mu stopped spinning and stopped right in front of me. I grinned and said to everyone,

"Everyone, I'm really sorry!" "Let's do it!" "Let's do it!" I pulled Xiao Mu between my legs, parted that cute pubic hair, and saw a delicate pink hole. I happily stuffed my penis in, while Xiao Mu glared at me coldly. I ignored her. I avoided her gaze and began thrusting wildly. Xiao Mu's vagina was incredibly tight, giving my penis a wonderful feeling of pressure. Each thrust of my penis felt like pulling an iron chopstick from a thin, wet, slippery rubber tube, making a squeaking, goosebump-inducing sound. Everyone watched with envy as I relentlessly fucked Xiao Mu. Old Du wiped the drool from his mouth:

"Xiao Lianqiao, how's it going? How does this little cunt taste? Is it fun to fuck her?" "Brother, it's incredibly fun! Her cunt is so tight and slippery!" Hearing this, the men became even more envious of me:

"Brother, you're very lucky." "Yeah, he should have gone first. He was the one who called the cards." "Forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty," I pushed Xiao Mu to the center of the circle:

"No, there are too many people and not enough cunts, so stop fucking endlessly. When it's someone's turn, each person can fuck fifty times. Let's take turns playing around." After saying that, he pushed her with his palm again, and Xiao Mu helplessly started spinning again.

"Hahaha," Xiao Mu's genitals stopped in front of the bald man, who was overjoyed:

"My turn, my turn, everyone, sorry!" "Damn," Old Du muttered with a hint of disappointment:

"Hurry up, stop pretending, I'm telling you, hurry up, just fifty times, no more!" "One, two, three,..." Old Feng next to the bald man helped him count very seriously. The bald man thrust into Xiao Mu under him, saying with satisfaction:

"Ah, this little cunt is really good, it's so tight, like a rubber tube, it makes a squeaking sound when you insert it!" "Sigh," Xiao Linzi said despairingly:

"We've only been married for less than a month, how can it not be tight!" "Hahaha, so it's a fresh catch that's just been deflowered, good, good, worth fucking properly!" "Forty-nine, fifty, okay, get off!" Old Feng patted the bald man's shoulder, and the bald man reluctantly stopped:

"That was good, I didn't get enough!" With that, he reluctantly pushed Xiao Mu away. Xiao Mu spun around again, finally stopping in front of her husband, Xiao Linzi. Xiao Linzi, his face flushed, pushed Xiao Mu away, and she spun around again

. Seeing this, Lao Du roared, "No, no, the rules of the game! Nobody can break them! Fuck her, you have to fuck her!" He then pushed Xiao Mu towards Xiao Linzi. Xiao Linzi, helpless, could only absentmindedly thrust into his poor wife under everyone's watchful eyes.

"Damn it!" When Xiao Linzi finished with Xiao Mu and spun her around again, she unexpectedly stopped in front of me. Lao Du grumbled angrily,

"What's going on? Why can't I get a turn?!" "Here," I pushed Xiao Mu towards Lao Du.

"Big brother, I'm done, you can have her!" "Thanks!" Old Du happily climbed onto Xiao Mu:

"Let me have a taste, they all said it was good, let me see how good it really is!" Old Du viciously fucked Xiao Mu fifty times, then pushed the tear-streaked Xiao Mu to Old Feng beside him:

"That's enough, stop playing around, only you and Er Xinzi haven't had a turn, you two each fuck her fifty times, then, let's change the way we play!" After Old Feng and Er Xinzi finished fucking Xiao Mu, Old Du made the men lie back on the soft carpet in a row, six big dicks ridiculously waving in front of Xiao Mu's eyes:

"Little slut, come on, let's start from over there, one after another. This time, each of us will fuck you a hundred times!" So, Xiao Mu started from the west side, first straddling the bald man at the very edge. The bald man was overjoyed, leering as he shoved his big cock into Xiao Mu's vagina. Then, he grabbed Xiao Mu's slender waist and began thrusting wildly upwards. Old Feng, not to be outdone, greedily stroked Xiao Mu's fair buttocks and long, jade-like legs while helping the bald man count:

"One, two, three..." "Alright, alright, that's the count!" The impatient Old Feng pulled Xiao Mu off the bald man:

"Little darling, it's my turn." After saying that, Old Feng rubbed his big cock. Xiao Mu parted her labia, and Old Feng shoved his big cock into Xiao Mu's vagina, which had just been wildly pounded a hundred times by the bald man:

"Wow, you little slut, after being fucked by so many people for so long, how come your little cunt is still so tight? It feels so good gripping my cock!" Xiao Mu didn't say anything, mechanically twisting her slender waist against Lao Feng's body. Lao Du next to her started to gather his strength:

"Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred, okay, give it to me!" After saying that, Lao Du pulled Xiao Mu onto his body without saying a word:

"Little slut, let me see if your little cunt has been fucked to pieces by all these guys!" Lao Du didn't rush to put his big cock into Xiao Mu's vagina. Instead, he raised his head, spread Xiao Mu's vagina apart, and carefully examined it, viciously digging and stirring with two fingers:

"So tight, so slippery," Xiao Mu shyly closed her eyes and hummed softly. Lao Du finally pulled out his fingers, put his big cock into Xiao Mu's vagina, and thrust wildly a hundred times. Then, he pushed her towards me:

"Here you go, it's your turn!" I pulled Xiao Mu over. Xiao Mu still glared at me with cold eyes. I pretended not to see it, parted Xiao Mu's labia, and inserted my penis. While I was thrusting into her, I was also biting and nibbling at her small breasts. Xiao Mu pushed my head away very rudely.

"Big brother," I hastily thrust a hundred times, then pushed Xiao Mu toward Er Xinzi beside me:

"Your turn!" "Haha," Er Xinzi hugged Xiao Mu, raised himself up, and tried to kiss her, but Xiao Mu coldly turned her face away. Er Xinzi, feeling rebuffed, took his anger out on Xiao Mu's vagina. He thrust his hips upward, gritted his teeth, and viciously pounded into Xiao Mu's vagina:

"Fuck—, fuck—, fuck—,..." As he pounded, Er Xinzi was still not giving up:

"Little sister, come on, let's kiss!" "Hmm!" Xiao Mu frowned, desperately trying to avoid him. In the struggle, Xiao Mu's sharp fingernails accidentally scratched Er Xinzi's cheek. Er Xinzi stretched out his large palm and slapped Xiao Mu's delicate face, instantly leaving five deep red finger marks. Then, he pushed Xiao Mu to the floor in a vicious tone. Xiao Mu covered her flushed face and sobbed softly. Xiao Linzi, filled with shame, scrambled to his feet and hugged his poor wife.

"Damn it!" Old Du sat up abruptly, his face contorted with rage.

"You little slut, you deliberately didn't want to play with us properly, didn't you? Fine, we won't make things difficult for you anymore. We're done playing. Pay up!" "Yes, pay up!" the men shouted.

"Pay up!" "Pay up!" "..." "Mu," Xiao Linzi said, tears streaming down his face,

"Mu, play with us big brothers for a bit, otherwise, what are we going to do?" "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault! ... It's all your doing, and in the end, I have to clean up your mess!" "Hmph," Xiao Linzi suddenly pushed Xiao Mu away,

"What, what did you say? Who did I spend all the money I won? I bought you clothes, jewelry, and took you out to eat. Hmph, when you were winning, you were so happy. What, I messed up, and now you're abandoning me? You want to see me make a fool of myself? Is that it? If you don't play with us big brothers properly today, then we'll sell all your jewelry and clothes and pay them back!" "Yeah," Lao Du rubbed his big cock in front of Xiao Mu.

"You little slut, what are you going to do about it!" "Big brother, whatever you want!" After saying that, Xiao Mu lay back on the bed, spreading her long, white legs. Old Du was the first to rush forward, shoving his big cock into Xiao Mu's vagina, grabbing her thighs with both hands, and starting to thrust wildly. Old Feng crawled to Xiao Mu's mouth and shoved his big cock into her mouth. Baldy knelt on Xiao Mu's other side, holding his big cock, taking turns with Old Feng thrusting into Xiao Mu's mouth. Er Xinzi lay on Xiao Mu's breasts, sucking on her nipples. I sat beside Xiao Mu's slender waist, stroking the tuft of black hair on her pubic area while watching Old Du's big cock thrust in and out of Xiao Mu's vagina.

Xiao Linzi sat blankly on the sofa, staring at everything in front of him, and gradually, he lowered his head in despair!

...Chapter 50 "Xiao Yang?" I messaged Yang Kun again:

"Hello, when did you get back?" "Brother Zhang, hello, I've been back for five days!" "Xiao Lan is back too?" "Yes!" "Xiao Yang, want to come out for a bit?" "Where?" "The usual place, the Muslim restaurant across from the pawnshop!" "No." "Why?" "Brother Zhang, I'm so sad. I feel sad and want to cry whenever I see that pawnshop. I miss my jewelry!" "Xiao Yang, come on, I'll treat you to boiled tripe and mutton soup!" "No!" "Xiao Yang, come on, I have a surprise for you!" "What surprise?" "You'll find out when you get here!" "Sigh, okay then, wait for me!" Sure enough, Yang Kun arrived at the Muslim restaurant on time with Xiao Lan. After exchanging pleasantries, I teased Xiao Lan:

"I heard you went to the palace, you must be having a great time, look how plump and healthy you've gotten!" "Go away," Xiaolan said, her chubby face flushed red,

"Don't mention that stuff, it's so embarrassing, I feel like crying just thinking about it!" "Brother Zhang, what surprise are you going to give me?" Yang Kun asked impatiently.

"Where's my surprise?" "Here!" I mischievously pulled out the deer antler.

"This—," "You," Yang Kun rushed forward and pinched my ear in annoyance,

"You're so frivolous, you show-off!" "No, no, stop it, Xiao Yang, give me your ID card," "You're so frivolous, what do you need my ID card for?" Yang Kun asked, finally letting go of my hand, and while taking out his ID card, he asked me,

"What do you need my ID card for?" "Come on," I took the ID card and walked straight to the pawnshop across the street. Xiaolan was so smart, she exclaimed in surprise:

"Oh, Yang, Brother Zhang is here to redeem your jewelry!" "Really?" Yang Kun clapped his hands excitedly:

"Thank you, Brother Zhang, thank you, Brother Zhang!" Surrounded by two young women, I went to the pawnshop window and slipped Yang Kun's ID card and pawn ticket inside:

"Comrade, jewelry please!" A middle-aged woman took the pawn ticket and fumbled around for a bit:

"Comrade, you need to pay 2,988 RMB before you can get your jewelry back!" "Okay," I said, confidently pulling out the three stacks of banknotes Sister Xu had given me to hire someone to beat someone up, and pushed them through the window:

"Here, the money!" Soon, the middle-aged woman pushed a heavy little envelope out the window. Yang Kun was extremely excited and was about to reach for it, but I beat him to it. I grabbed the envelope and walked out of the pawnshop without looking back. Yang Kun followed closely behind me:

"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang," "Oh," I tossed the small envelope in my hand, making Yang Kun's mouth water. Anxiety showed on her delicate face. I said sternly,

"Little Yang, these pieces of jewelry will belong to me from now on!" "Of course," Yang Kun said helplessly, gazing longingly at her beloved jewelry.

"Of course they belong to you, Brother Zhang. You paid to buy them back!" I tore open the envelope and pulled out the large, glittering gold

necklace. "Little Yang, come here, stick your head out!" "Yes," Yang Kun was overjoyed and obediently stuck her head out. I clumsily put the gold necklace on her wrist, then took the gold bracelet and slipped it onto Yang Kun's outstretched wrist. Finally, I held the gold ring.

"Ah—, Little Yang!" I grasped Yang Kun's small hand and, while slipping the ring onto her finger, said solemnly:

"This, consider it our wedding ring!" "Hehe," Yang Kun, beaming, wrapped his arms around my neck, completely ignoring the bustling crowd on the street, and began kissing me passionately:

"Husband, husband, my good husband, from now on, I'll be your concubine!" "Hehe," Xiaolan laughed:

"Damn, three thousand yuan, and you're willing to be someone's concubine? You're too cheap!" "I'm willing," Yang Kun continued:

"Brother Zhang, from now on, I'll only be with you, really, I won't be with anyone else! I've been in the city for so many years, and I've never met a man as spirited as you, Brother Zhang." "Hmph," Xiaolan pouted:

"Now you're so happy! A few days ago!" Xiaolan ridiculously imitated Yang Kun's crying, wiping her cheeks with her small hands:

"Waaah—, waaah—, waaah—, my jewelry, my jewelry!" "Go away, go away, go cool off somewhere else, this is none of your business!" Yang Kun, blushing, pushed Xiao Lan away, then said to me:

"Honey, let's go home, your wife will cook you something delicious!" "Okay, let's go!" I put one arm around Yang Kun's slender waist, and waved the other to hail a taxi:

"Let's go, wife, home, eat, sleep!" "Hehe!" The taxi stopped in a dense cluster of buildings, and Yang Kun and Xiao Lan guided me through one identical building after another. Finally, our light footsteps stopped in front of a row of old bungalows. I was quite puzzled:

"Hey, what's going on here? In this endless cluster of buildings, how come this building from the Manchukuo era still stands? Was it overlooked during the demolition?" "Who knows!" Xiaolan said casually. Yang Kun pushed open the gate to the courtyard of the bungalow, and I followed her inside. I carefully examined the dilapidated bungalow with a strange look. Yang Kun looked embarrassed:

"Sigh, I'm sorry to have troubled my husband. There's really no other way. Apartments are too expensive, I can't afford them, so I have to rent a bungalow." "No, no," I waved my hand at Yang Kun:

"Little Yang, you don't know how lucky you are! Don't be fooled by how old and worn this house is. Do you know what it is?" "What?" "A villa!" "What?" Xiaolan frowned:

"Brother Zhang, don't be ridiculous. This dilapidated house is a villa?" "What, you don't believe me!" I tugged at Xiaolan's clothes:

"Little sister, look closely, isn't this the style of a villa? Xiao Yang only rented one of the rooms." "Oh," Xiao Lan nodded in agreement.

"Isn't it? I never noticed before. You know what, the style is quite unique!" "Come on," I said, walking into the dilapidated house.

"Come on, ah—, I'm so lucky today, living in a Japanese-style villa!" "Hahaha," Xiao Lan teased.

"I've lived here for almost a year, and I only found out today that it's a villa!" "Honey," Yang Kun said sweetly, wrapping his arms around my neck.

"What do you want to eat?" "Anything you want! Preferably something ready-made." "Oh," Yang Kun suddenly lifted his shirt, revealing a pair of alluring breasts.

"This is ready-made, eat it!" "Ha," I said without hesitation, taking a small nipple into my mouth.

"Okay, then I'll eat this!" "Xiao Lan!" Yang Kun stood in front of me and called out to Xiao Lan.

"You're cooking today!" "Hehe, you two are playing around in bed, and you expect me to cook and serve you? What am I, your maid?" "Stop talking nonsense and go cook your meal!" "Hmph," Yang Kun and I undressed, I kicked my pants to the corner of the bed, and grabbed Yang Kun's snow-white body:

"Ah, making love in this old-fashioned house is really quite interesting!" "Really?" Yang Kun grabbed my penis and played with it coquettishly:

"Wow, my husband's penis is so big!" After saying that, she lowered her head and started sucking on it. I lay down and hugged Yang Kun's alluring buttocks, bringing my lips to her vulva and nibbling.

My fingers dug around inside Yang Kun's vagina, pulled out a pool of vaginal fluid, and put it to my lips, savoring it carefully: so fragrant, a world apart from Sister Xu's spicy smell! I loved Yang Kun even more, and my mouth nibbled on her even more vigorously.

"Come on, husband," Yang Kun released my penis, lay back tenderly, bent her legs, and spread her fleshy vulva, revealing two cute little labia, glistening with an alluring sheen. I grasped my penis, which was wet from Yang Kun's sucking, parted the labia, and inserted it into Yang Kun's vagina. Yang Kun immediately brought her legs together, straddling my buttocks, and wrapped her arms around my neck:

"Oh, husband, husband, it feels so good to fuck me!" I lay blissfully on Yang Kun's smooth, alabaster breasts, opened my mouth wide, and passionately kissed Yang Kun's cheek. Yang Kun returned my wild kisses, our lips frequently touching, silently communicating. Suddenly, Yang Kun contracted her vagina:

"I'll squeeze you to death, I'll squeeze you to death, I'll squeeze you to death!" "Hehe," I thrust violently, while Yang Kun spread her legs wide, smiling as she watched me thrust wildly into her. Her delicate body trembled violently. After a long while, she softly asked me,

"Brother Zhang, why are you helping me redeem my jewelry?" "I like you!" "Oh," Yang Kun asked happily,

"What do you like about me?" "Your cheerful personality, your beautiful figure,..." "Hehe," Yang Kun became somewhat smug:

"Honey, am I really cheerful?" "Cheerful, from the first time we met, I felt that you were a cheerful girl, which is very similar to Xiao Hong, so I fell in love with you!" "You reminded me of Xiao Hong!" Yang Kun was somewhat displeased:

"That day, I secretly glanced at her from the car. She wasn't anything special, just average. Was she as fair-skinned as me?" "No, but she gave me her heart!" "Then, I can give you my heart too!" "Xiao Yang, helping you is the same as helping Xiao Hong!" "Why do you say that?" "Back then, when Xiao Hong was forced to leave me, she said something through her tears that I'll never forget!" "What did she say?" "Xiao Hong said: I hate this city!" "Why did she hate this city?" "Because she doesn't have a city residency permit, this city can't accept her, and we can't be together!" "Sigh, yes," Yang Kun deeply sympathized:

"Me too. I love this city, but this city doesn't love me. I don't own a single brick or tile here. Just because I have a rural residency permit, I can't enjoy any of the city's benefits, and even getting a temporary residence permit costs money. Xiao Hong is right. When I think about it carefully, I also hate this city!" "No," I hugged Yang Kun's neck:

"This city is beautiful. We have no right to hate it, nor do we have the power to change it. Xiao Yang, in the future, if I have the ability, I will do everything I can to get you a city residency!" "Really?" Yang Kun, beneath me, shone with astonishment in her eyes. She could hardly believe it:

"Honey, is this true?" "I'll do my best!" "Oh," Yang Kun hugged my head and began to kiss me passionately.

"Wow," Xiao Lan, busy in the kitchen, muttered:

"Xiao Yang, you've really come into this world! You must have been blessed in your past life to meet such a benefactor!" "Brother Zhang, husband!" Yang Kun was so moved that tears streamed down his face, his eyes welling up with tears:

"How can I thank you enough?" "Xiao Yang," I said sincerely,

"I've thought about it for a long time. When I can't sleep at night, I imagine you as Xiao Hong. In the past, I didn't have the ability to help Xiao Hong, and as a result, she had to leave this city. She left with tears in her eyes and 'hatred' in her heart. That day, I met you by fate. When I learned that you were also a girl from the countryside, I was filled with emotion. Especially the day I saw you off at the train station, seeing you standing at the door, my heart ached. I made a silent vow: I will help you, help you gain a foothold in this city. I don't want you to leave this city like Xiao Hong, with tears in your eyes and 'hatred' in your heart!" "Husband, you're so good!" Yang Kun kissed me affectionately.

"Husband, with you, I'll follow you wholeheartedly. Please believe me, I'll give you my heart too!" "Alright, alright," Xiaolan slammed the dining table against the bedside:

"Stop being so sentimental, dinner's ready!"... Chapter 51 "My darling!" Sister Xu found me beaming and slammed a piece of cardboard stamped with a big red seal in front of me:

"My little darling, he finally divorced me!"

"Oh," I glanced at the divorce certificate absentmindedly:

"Sister, you've finally achieved your goal!"

"My darling," Sister Xu said admiringly:

"Those people you hired are really something. They beat my husband black and blue, and he ended up in the hospital. But the checkup showed no internal damage, and his bones weren't broken either."

"Hehe, sister, you know what? They're professional killers. They'll take your arm, but not your leg. They can do whatever they want to you, and they're absolutely skilled!"

"And that's not all, they even sent a gift to the hospital afterward!"

"A gift? What gift?"

"Listen to me, when he opened it, wow, my goodness, he was almost scared to death! There was a dagger inside the box! And under the dagger was a note, subtly warning him: 'Be smart!'"

"Hehe, he must have been terrified!"

"Yes," Sister Xu nodded with a grin, then hugged me affectionately:

"You little rascal, now we can get married!"

"Where will we get married? We don't have a house!" I played hard to get:

"Although my family has a house, my mother said she would never agree to our marriage, and she won't let us live in it! I think we should just forget about it!"

"No, no," Sister Xu shook her head frantically:

"No, that won't do, my darling, you can't go back on your word! We can buy a house!" "

Where's the money?"

"I have it!" "

Then give it to me!"

"Not now, we'll buy one later!"

"Later? Then, where will we get married now, outdoors?"

"Sweetheart, we can't buy a house now. If our colleagues find out, it'll look bad. Talk to your boss and see if they can allocate you a room. We can make do for now, and then we'll take it slow!"

"Heh heh," I gave Sister Xu a cold look:

"Sister, didn't you say you'd give me a wealthy and happy life after we got married?"

"Yes, absolutely!"

"But even if the boss agrees, with my pitiful qualifications, how big of a house can I get? Living in a pigeonhole-like apartment, is that what you call a wealthy and happy life?"

"Sweetheart, don't rush, take it slow. You have to eat one bite at a time, walk one step at a time! My little darling," Sister Xu hugged me affectionately:

"Let's get married. On our wedding night, I'll give you a surprise!"

"What surprise?"

"Now," Sister Xu tapped my nose with her fingertip:

"I can't tell you now, but it will definitely surprise you, make you very happy, and then you'll definitely think that marrying me was the best decision you ever made!"

"Hehe, well, I'll give it a try!"

I used the money Sister Xu gave me to pave the way, treating the relevant leaders at work to several restaurants and saunas. The leaders were pleased, and with a toast, the policy was relaxed. Less than a year into my job, they made an exception and allocated me an apartment. However, it was only one room, and its size surprised me greatly: 7.8 square meters. The two families shared a kitchen and bathroom. How pitiful! It wasn't even as big as my kitchen at home!

Sister Xu's scandalous affair with her ex-husband had become the talk of the office building, known to everyone. As for me, my mother strongly opposed it. Therefore, we, this pair of scheming individuals, had neither the mood nor the face to hold a wedding ceremony, nor the courage to let our colleagues and classmates visit my huge new apartment. So, Sister Xu only bought some essential household items, then stuffed her clothes and handbag into my large room, and we got married.

"Ah—," on their wedding night, Sister Xu sat on the narrow bed, beaming as she held up their marriage certificate, which had been issued just two days prior:

"My darling, I've finally got you! From now on, you belong to me!" With that, Sister Xu placed the certificate on the bedside table, then hugged me, kissing and biting me. I wasn't in the mood for her nonsense; I was still thinking about the surprise Sister Xu had promised:

"Sister, where's your surprise?!"

"My darling!" Sister Xu unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis:

"Little darling, don't rush, play with it for a while, then I'll tell you!"

"No, tell me first !"

"No, play with it for a while!"

"No, if you don't tell me, I won't be in the mood to play!"

"Sigh, alright then!" Sister Xu reluctantly pulled her suitcase from under the bed. She took out a bunch of keys, clicked the lock, and I quickly scanned it. My God, I couldn't believe my eyes: Wow! Inside that suitcase, which smelled of genuine leather, was crammed full of colorful, high-denomination treasury bonds and certificates of deposit, as well as countless fixed-term deposit certificates and current account passbooks.

"Sister," I exclaimed, dumbfounded. My blank expression was exactly like that of Ali Baba when he suddenly entered the Forty Thieves' treasure cave, staring blankly at the dazzling array of gold and silver jewels, completely at a loss. Sister Xu looked at me with immense pride:

"My darling, isn't this enough for us to live comfortably for several lifetimes! Hehe, what do you think? Marrying me was the right decision, wasn't it?"

"Sister, sister," I stammered, my heart pounding as I gazed at the suitcase full of bills. I desperately wanted to snatch it all, but instead, I calmly asked,

"Sister, where, where did you get all this money?..."

"This," Sister Xu slammed the suitcase shut, shoving it under the bed again. Then, with a sly look, she said,

"This, my darling, I can't tell you!"

"Tell me, where did you get it?"

"No, I can't tell you!"

"Tell me!"

"No,"

"Will you tell me or not!" I suddenly revealed a completely shameless face:

"Sister, if you don't tell me honestly where this money came from, I'll expose you: you have a huge amount of unexplained wealth!"

"You little rascal!" Sister Xu gasped, her mouth agape.

"You, you, you, you, you little rascal, you traitor!"

"Sister," I said, my face darkening,

"we're husband and wife now. You're still hiding things from me? That clearly shows you don't trust me!"

"Fine then!" Sister Xu gritted her teeth.

"Little rascal, I'll tell you the truth. This money was given to me by the grain depot down below. Oh, and not just me, but the accountant's office and the leaders of the organization all got a share. I only received a small portion!"

"Oh, sister, why would the grain depot down below give you so much money?"

"Hehe, to be honest, this shouldn't really be considered a gift from them. The money is controlled by our accounting department. Besides, it wasn't a one-time gift, nor was it given over a year; it was given gradually, little by little, which I accumulated over the years. My little darling, my sweetheart, it wasn't easy, saving up for so many years!"

"Sister, you still haven't answered my question. Why does the grain depot always give you gifts?"

"Sweetheart!" Sister Xu patted my cheek:

"Why? Because of loans!"

"Loans? You have the right to give loans to the grain depot; you're not a bank!"

"My dear, of course I'm not a bank, but don't forget, we're the department in charge of the grain depots. Loans from the banks first go through us. Just like factories and office buildings, our organization manages so many grain depots. Every year, each depot undergoes major and minor repairs and renovations, and the power to allocate these special funds for repairs and renovations is entirely in our hands. Which depot gets the money, and how much at a time, is entirely up to us. Hehe, if the lower-level grain depots want to get special funds for repairs and renovations, they have to give us some gifts. Even if your repair and renovation application report is perfectly reasonable and well-founded, hehe, sorry, if you apply for one million, you'll only get five hundred thousand. So, if the lower-level grain depots want more special funds for repairs and renovations, they have to give us gifts."

"Ah—," my eyes widened:

"You—"

"Me," Sister Xu said nonchalantly:

"Me, me, what did I do? When the grain depots give gifts, everyone in the accounting office gets a share, the higher-ups get even more, I'm the least!"

"Good heavens!" I exclaimed,

"So that's how it is!"

"Hehe, sweetheart, it's nothing!" Sister Xu continued,

"My little darling, you know, every autumn, when the grain depots start buying grain, we're also in our golden harvest season!"

"Yes,"

"The special funds for grain purchases are all in our hands. Any grain depot that wants to get paid early, hmph, they have to give us gifts!"

"The grain depots give you money?"

"No, they deduct it from the grain purchase payments!"

"But if you withhold the money, can the grain depots use it when they buy grain?"

"We don't care, they have their own ways. They suppress the quality, deduct water, etc. The money we withhold, the grain depots can naturally get back from the farmers selling the grain!"

"What!" Upon hearing this, I couldn't control myself anymore and grabbed Sister Xu's bra collar:

"You, you, you, you are simply, vampires!"

"Go away, go away," Sister Xu impatiently pushed me away and straightened her collar:

"You're making a fuss over nothing! I didn't want to tell you, but you kept pestering me like a stubborn dog, insisting on knowing. But now that I've told you, you're making a huge fuss! Honestly!"

"You, you, all of you, you should all be dragged out and shot!" My body trembled violently.

"You bloodsuckers! Are you all blind? When you went to the countryside, didn't you see how our farmers toiled from dawn till dusk, their sweat dripping onto the ground, cultivating that meager plot of land that barely yielded any money? They toiled all year, hoping and hoping, hoping and hoping, until finally autumn arrived, and they saw a glimmer of hope. But the grain payment allocated from above, you deducted from it, and then you deducted from it again at the grain depot. It's like plucking feathers from a passing goose! Every step, every transaction, is exploited. When the payment isn't enough, they... they... they fucking rip it off from the farmers. Do you see our poor farmers, struggling through the cold winter to sell their year's hard-earned grain for a good price, to earn a few extra coins?" The weather was so cold it could chill you to the bone, but they had to get up before dawn, driving their carts and hauling grain to the granary. If they were late, they wouldn't get a turn, and if they couldn't sell their grain that day, they'd have to freeze to death in the open all night. Those heartless grain collectors at the granary arbitrarily graded the farmers' grain; whatever grade they said, that was it. They could deduct whatever amount of moisture they wanted—it was all just empty talk. If they were happy, they'd deduct less; if they weren't, they'd deduct more. The poor farmers, to get a lower grade and less moisture deduction, had to spend their own money buying cigarettes for these guys. "You guys, you guys, you're all the same! The officials at the top are old bloodsuckers, the middle managers are big bloodsuckers, and the lowest-ranking grain collectors are little bloodsuckers... Hmph, no matter how big or small, they're all the same—ghosts sucking the farmers' blood and sweat, ghosts..."

“You, my little darling,” Sister Xu gave me a cold smile,

“Little darling, don’t flatter yourself. This isn’t just mine alone… Calm down, look how upset you are with my little darling. It hurts me to see her hurt!”

“Damn it,” I thought bitterly, “I’ll definitely swindle all that dirty money out of you and squander it! Money that wasn’t earned honestly shouldn’t be wasted.” So, I quietly said,

“Sister, buy me a car!” Yes, Sister Xu has so much dirty money; buying a luxury car is no problem for her. I want to be like Old Du, driving a luxury car, a cell phone on my waist, swaggering around town.

“No,” Sister Xu shook her head:

“No, you’re just a lowly employee. If you buy a car, people will suspect you. What right do you have to buy a car?”

“Buy it for me! I want a car! I want a luxury sedan!”

“No,” Sister Xu hugged my neck, coaxing me like a child:

“My little darling, my sweetheart, don’t be impatient. Later, I’ll definitely buy you a luxury sedan so you can live a life of luxury!”

“No, I want it now!”

“Later, later, once I’ve made enough money, I’ll apply for sick leave. Then, we’ll leave here, go south, buy a villa, and live a good life, understand?” Sister Xu pinched me, and I shook my head:

“No, I want it now. I don’t have the confidence to live that long!”

“No,”

“Will you buy it for me or not?”

“No,” Sister Xu got angry:

“Absolutely not. If things go wrong, we’ll be in trouble. My little darling, you have to be patient. Look at me, even though I have so much money, for safety, for the sake of avoiding trouble, I won’t spend it. I’ve bought treasury bonds and other bonds to earn the interest!”

"Hmph," I tossed my cigarette butt aside:

"If you have money but don't spend it, what are you anyway? Just a rock. Fine, if you don't want to buy it, then don't. Tomorrow, I'll sue you and make sure everyone in your accounting office, and all the higher-ups, are finished, locked up in jail, eating cornbread!"

“You,” Sister Xu stared at me in shock. I continued,

“I’m not only going to accuse you of embezzlement, misappropriation of special funds, and withholding of grain payments. I’ll also expose your brother’s job transfer. Let me tell you, the entire form your brother needed for the transfer was stamped with a fake official seal.”

“You—,” Sister Xu suddenly knelt before me, grabbing my leg. I ignored her and continued,

“And, and you had someone take the exam for you, obtaining a fake degree. I’ll expose all of that! I’ll ruin you completely!”

“Husband,” Sister Xu burst into tears,

“Spare me, spare me!”

“Hmph, then, sister, will you buy me a car?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll buy it for you, I’ll buy it for you, you little rascal, sigh…”

“Okay, I’ll buy it tomorrow!”

“Yes, yes,” Sister Xu nodded obediently, but suddenly, she looked troubled again:

“Husband, buying a car is too conspicuous. If we don’t want anyone to suspect anything, we need to think of a way to cover it up!”

"What method?"

"Honey, if you really like cars, I'll buy you one, but what will we say to others?"

"What can I do? Anyway, I dream of driving a luxury car all over the place!"

"Sweetheart, I understand you. Men all like cars," Sister Xu suggested.

"My darling, how about this?"

"How?"

"How about you change your job? You talk to Han the Big Mouth and ask him to transfer you to one of the subordinate companies as a factory manager. Which factory manager doesn't have a luxury car?"

"Factory manager, factory manager, hmm, that's a good idea. But as far as I know, none of the subordinate companies are profitable. The company is losing money, but the factory manager is driving a luxury car. Can we really say that?"

"Hmph," Sister Xu smiled knowingly and gave me a quick kiss.

"Little darling, you're still too naive. You can only fool me, your older sister. Actually, you don't understand anything. It's true that none of the enterprises under the government are profitable; some are almost bankrupt. But open your eyes and look carefully. Which factory director doesn't drive a luxury car? Do you know what that's called?" "What

? Sister, what's that called?"

"That's called, 'A poor temple with a rich abbot!' These factory directors of loss-making enterprises drive around in cars all day, taking public funds, drinking, and chasing after prostitutes. Do you know what that's called?"

"No," I shook my head.

"This is called: opening up a new chapter, finding new paths, revitalizing businesses, attracting investment... some even go abroad, euphemistically called 'inspection tours'!"

"Hehehe,"

"So, sweetheart, if you want to buy a car, want to play with cars, just find a way to be transferred down below and become a factory manager, any company will do, whether it's profitable or not, then you can drive your luxury car with peace of mind!"

"Really?"

"Really, sweetheart, after you get transferred, I'll buy you a car!"

"Okay, it's a deal!"

...Chapter 52 To own a luxury car as soon as possible, I transferred out of the government office without hesitation. I glanced at the pen in my hand with deep emotion, then slammed it into the scrap paper, cursing angrily: "Go to hell! From now on, I'll never again be that soulless, word-writing machine, that government-employed writer who toils away all day, blindly following my superiors' instructions, spirit, and ideas, writing empty platitudes that even I don't believe."

I transformed myself into a genuine, completely inexperienced factory manager of a near-bankrupt printing plant. I sat solemnly at my desk in the manager's office, leisurely smoking expensive cigarettes. At the same time, I ridiculously imitated my former boss—Han the Big-Headed—crossing my legs, puffing out smoke rings, and ridiculously swinging my large, Italian-shoe-wearing feet back and forth.

"Factory Manager," sat a talkative old woman across from me, a retired accountant who had been rehired. Before my arrival, she was both the accountant and the factory manager, but my arrival ruthlessly snatched her manager's chair and unceremoniously sat down under me. The old woman showed no resentment whatsoever; on the contrary, she was in a very good mood, feeling an unprecedented sense of relief, as if she had unloaded countless heavy burdens. And so, the gossipy old woman continued to toss me one burden after another:

"Factory manager, our factory is in a very bad situation right now. The economy is terrible, and the workers haven't been paid for three months. Look, this is our factory's bank account; there's still ten yuan on it. Oh, and," the old woman rummaged through a handful of crumpled pieces of paper:

"Factory manager, this is the medical expenses for our retired workers. It's been piling up for over two years, and we still haven't been able to get reimbursed!"

"Aunt Li, the government offices have a huge printing volume, yet our printing factory is so idle. Where did all that printing go? As the former factory manager, you should bear some responsibility for this!"

"Hmm," the old woman's face immediately turned cold upon hearing this.

"Factory Manager, the people in charge of printing volume in the office all want kickbacks, and the more they want, the bigger their appetite becomes. As a result, the workers toil from dawn till dusk, but after deducting costs and kickbacks, the factory barely makes any money. Sometimes, if there's a mistake, we have to rework and lose money!"

"Then, why don't you raise the prices?"

"I can't. There are printing factories everywhere now, the competition is fierce. Our factory's equipment is old and outdated. If we don't raise prices, people won't want to print with us. If we raise prices, even fewer people will come. Sigh, Factory Manager, our factory's equipment is just too outdated. When there's no work, it's all idle. Once there's a printing order, well, the machines run non-stop 24 hours a day, but we still can't meet the orders. Customers are so anxious they go to other printing factories. Sigh, it's really frustrating!"

"Factory Manager," the handyman and night watchman, Ba Zi, swaggered into the office:

"Factory manager, the power company's meter inspectors are here, they want our electricity bill!"

"Who's the factory manager?" A tall, slender, and beautiful woman with a cold expression, holding a small notebook, followed Di Bazi into the office:

"Is the factory manager here?"

"That's me," I threw away my cigarette butt and stood up:
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"Miss, what's the matter?"

"Who are you calling 'Miss'! Be serious, that's incredibly rude, especially for a factory manager like this. I'm from the power bureau, your factory owes over twenty thousand yuan in electricity bills, what are you going to do about it!" The beautiful woman slammed her notebook down in front of me. I couldn't understand any of the nonsense written on it, I just smiled and stared at her:

"No money, what do you suggest we do?"

"Hmph, fine, no money, huh? Well then, I'll have the workers cut off the electricity tomorrow!"

"Heh heh, cut off the power," I said dismissively, pulling out another cigarette.

"Pretty cashier, you cut off the power today, but you'll have to put it back on tomorrow. Isn't that troublesome?"

"Hmph, put it back on? Just you wait. If you don't pay the outstanding fees, you can expect God to put the power back on for you!" With that, the beautiful woman picked up her notebook.

"You wait, tomorrow, I'll cut off your factory's power!"

"Heh heh, comrade, don't get agitated. I said you can't cut it off, and you can't cut it off!" I said, neither too soft nor too hard.

"Hey, you dare call out a number? You wait!" The toll collector snorted coldly, turned and walked out of the office. I said indifferently,

"Goodbye, Di Ba Zi, see him out!" I waved my hand, then muttered to myself,

"Ah, it's noon, time to eat!"

"Yes, Factory Manager, what would you like to eat?" Di Ba Zi drank with me almost every noon. I took out a banknote:

"Go ahead, buy something, we still need to drink!"

"Hehe," Di Ba Zi happily took the banknote and disappeared. 02-16 17

"Ah, this is so wonderful, come on, have a drink," Di Ba Zi and I sat opposite each other, taking turns drinking, while the old woman continued to nag:

"Factory Manager, how come you still have time to drink? Our factory's business license is about to be invalidated!"

"What, did you print prohibited books and get punished by the relevant departments?" I asked, taking another sip of wine.

"No, factory manager, our factory hasn't paid its business registration fee for a year. If we don't pay, the business bureau won't give us the annual inspection, and the deadline is almost here. If we don't get it inspected soon, our license will be invalid! Our factory will become an illegal operation!"

"Oh, I see!" "Is

the factory manager here?" Just as I was getting a little drunk, that annoying shout came from outside the office door again. Then, a short, stout man in his forties, wearing a tax uniform, with a pockmarked face and balding hair, walked in with a gloomy expression:

"Where's the factory manager?"

"Here," I put down my glass:

"What is it?"

"What is it? I'm here to collect taxes. Your factory hasn't paid a single penny in taxes for six months."

"We don't have the money to pay," the old woman said, her face full of worry, as she came over and took over the conversation:

"Comrades from the tax bureau, the workers haven't been paid for three months. Right now, there's only ten yuan in the books!"

"What? You won't pay if you don't have the money? Old lady, don't you understand the law? Are you trying to evade taxes?"

"Comrade, we really don't have the money to pay!"

"Go away, go away, old lady, I'm not talking to you," the balding tax officer pushed aside the nagging old woman and rushed in front of me:

"You're the factory manager, tell me, what are you going to do?"

"The factory has no money, what am I supposed to do?"

"Hmph, no money, and you're still drinking!"

"What's wrong with me drinking? What's it to you?"

"You don't manage the factory properly, you drink during work hours, what kind of factory manager are you!"

"Heh heh, lecturing me now, who do you think you are? I can drink whenever I want, if you don't like it, get out!"

"Let me get out, pay the taxes, then I'll get out!"

"No money to pay, you get out, don't ruin my drinking!"

"Let me get out? Not so easy. Pay the taxes, or give me an answer, when are you going to pay!"

"I'll pay? What will I use to pay? I'll pay your mother's ass! Fuck your mother!" I slammed the wine glass at the tax collector. The glass crashed into his chest with a thud, then rolled onto the floor, shattering into pieces and splattering wine everywhere. I jumped up, grabbed the factory manager's large chair, and smashed it down on the tax collector's balding head without a second thought. No sooner said than done, Di Bazi grabbed the factory manager's chair as it fell wildly, preventing a bloody incident. The old woman, terrified, slumped onto the sofa, her mouth agape:

"It's terrible! A fight! Someone's going to die! Someone come quick! Someone pull them apart!"

The tax official, seeing this, was initially stunned, then very cleverly retreated outside the door:

"Fine, fine, you dare to hit a government official performing his duties? You're something else, you're something else!"

The tax official left the factory office, bored. This whole commotion had worn off my drunkenness considerably, and my head was gradually clearing: Hmm, I really went crazy! Not paying taxes was already unreasonable, how could I have hit someone! I hurriedly dialed the phone:

"Brother, Brother Du, oh, hello, I've gotten myself into trouble!" I quickly explained the whole situation to Old Du, who chuckled:

"Damn, haven't seen you in a few days, you've really made something of yourself, a factory manager now, you're really something, daring to hit a tax official, ha, ha..."

"Brother, can you find someone to help me out?"

"No problem,"

"Also, the power company wants to cut off the factory's electricity, and the industry and commerce bureau won't give us the annual inspection," I told Old Du all the problems the factory was facing:

"Brother, I'm sorry to trouble you, but I have no choice, please help me out!"

"Okay, okay, I'll contact them right away, and once I find someone, I'll call you, damn it, okay, okay, I'll find them all for you, hehe, let's settle this once and for all!"

"Di Ba Zi," after hanging up, I asked Di Ba Zi:

"What's the tax official's surname and name?"

"His surname is Ma, I don't even know his real name, everyone just calls him Boss Ma!"

"No," I pushed away the new wine glass Di Ba Zi had found:

"I'm not drinking anymore, let's go see the workshop!"

I walked unsteadily into the printing workshop, my hands behind my back. The busy workers stopped what they were doing and greeted me:

"Good morning, Factory Manager!"

"Good morning, Factory Manager!"

"..."

"Aunt Li," I asked the old woman beside me,

"Didn't you say the factory didn't have any printing orders? Why is it so busy? Everyone's working?"

"Factory Manager," the old woman explained,

"We're printing elementary school workbooks, the profit margin is extremely low. Even if we had a better way, we wouldn't print this stuff. We're busy all the time, but we don't make any money."

"Hmm!" I walked to a clattering printing press and asked the worker engrossed in refilling the paper,

"How many pages can this machine print in a workday?"

"Factory Manager, even if it prints non-stop for a minute without a single malfunction, if everything goes smoothly, it can't print more than ten thousand pages a day!"

“So,” the old woman added,

“when there’s an urgent task, all we can do is worry and stare blankly, we just can’t print!”

I walked over to the cutting machine, and a robust old man smiled kindly at me:

“Hey, little factory manager, kid!” The old man suddenly changed his tune:

“I called you kid, you won’t be angry, will you?”

“No,” I answered readily.

“Yes,” the old man stroked his full white beard:

“Young factory manager, I’m too old, I’m over seventy. It’s only right that I call you kid!”

“Oh,” I stared with drunken eyes at the cutting machine, which was probably much older than the old man. On the dark, oily gantry was a small, tattered sign with some blurry writing on it. I stared at it with great curiosity for a while, then muttered the fragmented words on the sign to myself:

“Hehe, ... Yishunxing Trading Company, ... Main branch in Fengtian, branches in Tianjin and Osaka, ... Fengtian, inside Xiaobeimen, ... Wow—,” I exclaimed to the old cutting worker,

“Grandpa, I bet this machine is older than you.”

“Hehe,” the old man smiled silently.

"Hmm, this is an antique!" I exclaimed.

"It definitely deserves to be in a museum!"

"In a museum?" The old man shook his head.

"No, child, this machine has done a tremendous service for our factory! From the moment I joined the factory, I've been working on this machine, and that's been my whole life. I've spent more time with this machine than with my spouse. So, Grandpa has a deep affection for this machine!" As he spoke, the old man lovingly stroked the antique-looking cutting machine. Suddenly, he bent down, grabbed a handful of scrap paper, and said to me with deep emotion,

"Young factory manager, child, this machine... we won't go into how much work it's done for the factory, but the money from selling these scraps of paper alone is many times its original value!"

"Oh, okay, okay," I patted the old man's strong shoulder, a gesture that showed him a deeper affection for the cutting machine than for his wife.

"Okay, Grandpa, then you can keep working on it!"

I went back into the typesetting workshop. Looking at the endless rows and rows of lead type boxes, and the piles of waste lead type on the floor like hills, I couldn't help but frown:

"Aunt Li, what era is this? Still messing around with these old things? Isn't it troublesome? Isn't it outdated? Why don't you get a laser typesetting machine?"

"Sigh, what's the point of typesetting? Where would we get the money? We can't even keep up with the salaries, let alone have spare money for new equipment!" the old woman sighed helplessly.

Crackle, crash, splatter… A series of loud, chaotic noises came from behind, followed by a woman's scream:

“Oh dear, look at you! What did you do? I spent the whole morning painstakingly arranging them, and you just threw them on the ground! Ugh, all that work for nothing, all that work for nothing, a whole morning wasted!”

“I, I, I, I didn’t mean to!” A young woman explained in a low, slightly tearful voice:

“Aunt Ding, I, I didn’t mean to, it was too heavy, and my hands aren’t very good, I couldn’t hold it up.”

“What else can you do?”

“I, I, waah—,”

Oh, that voice, that sob, how familiar it is! I couldn’t help but turn around. The young woman was frantically picking up a mess of type. She looked up unintentionally, and her eyes, brimming with tears of grievance, met mine. We both froze. I exclaimed first:

"Ah, it's you—?" Chapter Fifty-Three "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 little 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 said, nagging 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, and don't laugh at me, but I've never even stepped 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 either! 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 money, 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 face. To my surprise, Gao Hongyan obediently turned her face, opened her small mouth, and took my tongue in. Then, we kissed passionately. Her face 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 as I pleased. Gradually, her breathing became heavy, her face burning hot, and her small, red lips exhaling hot breath. I, emboldened by her advances, ripped off Gao Hongyan's bathrobe, revealing a smooth, fair body. A pale pink bra adorned her soft breasts, encasing a pair of beautiful breasts that I found utterly alluring. Between her slender legs, she wore a captivating and incredibly sexy pair of panties. Like with any woman, I was eager to first admire Gao Hongyan's armpit hair. So, I lifted her arm, lowered my head, and scrutinized her armpit with burning intensity. 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 a long time ago, it's collecting dust. Xiao Gao, I've completely changed now, I've become bad, I'm really bad, I'm a complete scoundrel!"

"Hehe, isn't that what people always say: 'Women love bad boys.' Xiao Zhang, my feelings for you are genuine, unconditional, and without reservation. Xiao Zhang, I know nothing about your life since you left school and what you've been through in the past eight years. But based on the deep impression I have of you from our time together in school, I always believe you won't turn bad. Even if you do, you'll become a scoundrel, but that'll be a different kind of badness, a different kind of scoundrel. Like what happened today. At the time, I hadn't met you yet. I only heard people saying: 'Our factory just got a very young new factory manager. He drinks with scoundrels every noon, he's not serious. He won't last long before he's...'" "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 had received a royal decree, I obediently knelt and crawled to Gao Hongyan's feet. I was already used to the lewd flirting in the world of pleasure, and I always enjoyed playing along. But under Gao Hongyan's unbelievably frank gaze, I suddenly became like a thief. My rough hands trembled uncontrollably. I shakily grabbed Gao Hongyan's panties:

"Little Gao, I'm going to be shameless!"

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

"Ah—," I couldn't help but cry out as I stared, grabbing Gao Hongyan's legs and staring intently at her genitals. As I stared, I called out affectionately,

"Mommy!—Mommy!—"

...Chapter 54 Looking around, Gao Hongyan's petite, delicate genitals resembled a gently undulating snowfield, glistening and white. The small mound, devoid of even a single black hair, shimmered with a lovely, tender luster under the dazzling light. A pale pink slit slowly extended downwards from the top of the mound, gradually disappearing between her tightly closed thighs.

"So beautiful!" I couldn't help but exclaim, then impatiently parted Gao Hongyan's jade-like legs, my eyes fixed on that delicate slit. I reached out and gently touched the small, bean-like fleshy mound at the top of the mound. Gao Hongyan's body immediately trembled slightly. As her thighs parted at a wide angle, the small slit gradually widened. Embedded in that tender, white slit were a pair of long, arched, incredibly fresh, pale pink labia, like two protective buds, faithfully surrounding the mysterious little slit. 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 glistening stream of lustful fluid gushed out from the slightly widened slit, slowly flowing down the bottom of the slit. 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 vulva, revealing pink flesh that was exactly the same as Gao Hongyan’s pink flesh before me.

“Ah—, Mom, Mom,”

“Mom?” Gao Hongyan asked, puzzled,

“What did you say, Mom?”

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

“What!” Gao Hongyan exclaimed in surprise,

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

“Yes! I secretly saw it when Mom was taking a bath,” I nodded without any attempt to hide it,

“I secretly saw it, Mom’s place is just like yours, without a single hair, but Mom has smeared it, it’s your natural little white tiger!”

“Oh dear,” Gao Hongyan grinned,

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

“So shameless!”

“So, I’m telling you, I’m a shameless person, and you still 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 Mom!” I rubbed my hard penis against Gao Hongyan’s vulva, and Gao Hongyan gasped:

"My God, you're really something! You're so bold! Did you...do it?"

"No, Mom didn't agree." "

Heh heh, if I were your mother, I wouldn't agree either! What kind of nonsense is this?!"

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 this, she raised her head, looking helplessly at her lower body:

"Can such a thick thing even go in?"

"No problem, watch me," I suddenly exerted force, and with a "plop," my penis plunged into her vagina without hesitation. Gao Hongyan screamed "Ah—" and immediately gritted her teeth, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead.

"Ouch—it's so swollen!"

Gao Hongyan's vagina was so tight that the penis inside 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 the gushing love juice, covered the head of my penis. With each thrust, I felt a pleasure that words could not accurately describe. Every time my penis went in, it was surrounded by rolling tender flesh, kissing my penis tenderly until it was wet and slippery from the passionate kisses.

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 put Gao Hongyan's legs on my neck and thrust even more wildly. Gao Hongyan's frail body trembled violently back and forth, and one injured hand lovingly grasped my chest:

"Xiao Zhang, your muscles are so hard," she said, then reached out and pinched my thigh:

"Wow, such thick thighs, as hard as a big wooden stick!"

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, it feels very good. Every time your thigh hits me, every time it touches my buttocks, I feel very comfortable. 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, your vagina is 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 and inserted two fingers, enjoying the extremely special pleasure brought by the contraction of her vagina. Gao Hongyan's chest continued to rise and fall dramatically, her vagina contracting rapidly. I pressed my tongue against it and sucked on it obliviously. Gao Hongyan murmured:

"Dirty, dirty!"

I sucked Gao Hongyan's genitals clean, making them shiny and glistening. Then, I inserted my penis again and stirred 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 my mom!"

"Then go home and see your mom!"

"Mom is angry with me!"

"Why?"

"She didn't agree to my marriage, so I took it upon myself to get married. So, Mom won't talk to me anymore!"

"Hehe," Gao Hongyan suggested,

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

"But Mom says my money isn't clean. No matter what I buy for her, she won't want it. 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!"

"From then on, I was too ashamed to go home and 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, every creature has its counter. 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's numb, slippery, and I always feel like I need to pee!" As she spoke, Gao Hongyan's vagina trembled again, and I immediately became excited. Ah, what a wonderful woman! I want to possess her completely. I said with deep feeling:

"Wow, Xiao Gao, you're so good! I've played with so many women, but today is the first time I've met a woman 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 and said excitedly,

"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 way, your mother won't agree, I'm not good enough!"

"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:

"This is it, this place of yours is so fun, 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 sounds too awful, no, I won't do it. I'll be your mistress, your mistress for life, how about that!"

"Okay, Xiao Gao, come to my house sometime, let my mother see you!"

"No, I dare not, look," Gao Hongyan displayed her two crippled hands in front of me:

"I dare not see your mother,"

"Didn't you say that if you coaxed her, if you made my mother happy, she would agree!"

"But your mother likes mink coats, and I can't afford one!"

"I'll buy one for you, and you can give it to my mother and say you bought it!"

"No, I'd rather die than lie!" Gao Hongyan said firmly.

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

"Yes, my mother really dislikes my current wife. Would she 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 have 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, I'll buy you a computer tomorrow. You can learn slowly and diligently!"

"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 intense, hopeful light, full of anticipation for the future. She suddenly stretched out her hands and hugged me tightly, her warm little mouth nibbling at me passionately:

"Thank you, Xiao Zhang, you're so good to me, I like you so much… I, I…"

Her vagina began to contract rapidly again!

...Chapter 55 "Xiao Li," Dad called me angrily,

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

"Dad," I was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer. Dad continued to scold me impatiently,

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

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

It seemed that Mom really missed her perpetually useless son, who was gradually degenerating into a rogue. Because Mom strongly opposed my marriage to Sister Xu, I hadn't been home to visit her even once since our secret marriage. 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 also 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.

In my youth, I not only resented my father for playing with my mother's vagina, but I was also ideologically and ideologically at odds with him, ridiculously transforming from a romantic rival into a political enemy.

"Rebellious, rebellious, little rebel!" Whenever he heard me spouting these arrogant words, my father 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 time, so he had a special affection for it. When the Soviet Union collapsed, he was devastated, and seeing my gloating nearly made him collapse with rage:

"You little brat, what are you laughing at? Don't think that Lenin's great cause has ended like this..."

From then on, Dad's mood soured. He not only glared at me, but at work, Dad, who had always been known throughout the office building for his easygoing nature, suddenly transformed his once-great image. He would inexplicably lash out at anyone: the Party Secretary, the Dean, the Section Chief, colleagues, the driver, the mail clerk, the canteen cook… “What’s wrong with Old Zhang!” Looking at Dad, who was raging in the corridor, his colleagues exchanged bewildered glances:

“What’s wrong with Old Zhang? Has he eaten gunpowder?”

After the collapse of the Soviet Union, Dad’s temper not only became extremely volatile, but his personality also became ridiculously eccentric. Before, Dad was taciturn and rarely smiled. He walked with a steady and dignified gait, sitting there like a proud military officer. But now, Dad was dressed in shabby clothes, his face was withered, and his cheeks were covered with haphazardly thick, coarse stubble, making him look 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. February 16, 18:00

"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, too lazy to pay attention to Dad anymore, and pushed open Mom's bedroom door:

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

"Mom—, Mom—,"

"Son!" Mom's eyes were filled with sad tears, and she grabbed my hand tightly:

"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 being cheeky with your mother again. Since 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. Kid, take good care of your mother, don't always make her angry. Sigh, you little rascal, when will you ever grow up?" "

Mmm, mmm," I replied absentmindedly, feigning concern as I saw Dad off at the door. In the hallway, Dad continued grumbling:

"Sigh, over thirty hours! That was exhausting!"

"Dad," I said casually,
then—with a thud, I thrust in, pressing firmly against the very back of her fleshy opening. Gao Hongyan cried out:

"Ouch—!" Her face flushed instantly, and as usual, she instinctively stiffened her thin body, her lips parting in a wide grin. I quickly pressed my hand to her mouth:

"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 wildly, my rock-hard cock pounding furiously 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 penis. 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 Gao Hongyan finished speaking, she took a deep breath, then pouted and, sure enough, used her strength. Her little hole tightly gripped my penis, and every thrust I made felt 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 come!"

"Wow—," I shouted loudly. My penis, which had just been inside Gao Hongyan's little hole, could no longer endure the unprecedented blissful embrace, 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 between my legs:

"Fine, then!" With that, Gao Hongyan frowned, reluctantly taking my penis into her mouth. I happily pressed her head down, my penis thrusting repeatedly into her delicate mouth. Gao Hongyan spat:

"Hmph, putting a penis in 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 force of my thrusts. Gao Hongyan pleaded:

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

"No," I shook my head:

"I want to ejaculate inside your vagina, I want to get you pregnant, to give me a son!"

"Alright, come on!" Gao Hongyan readily agreed, releasing my penis and starting 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, thrusting hard for a while before ejaculating.

Perhaps because she really didn't want to give me oral sex, Gao Hongyan progressed quickly. After only five times, she had mastered the basics of typing very skillfully. 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, if she 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?" As she spoke, Gao Hongyan gently pinched my penis, then whispered her rosy cheeks in my ear:

"How about I give you a blowjob?"

"Hehe," I countered,

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

"No," Gao Hongyan said cheerfully,

"After all this trouble, 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, 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, hot, and wet, like a sausage, it's quite flavorful!"

"Hehe," I shrugged, " I

never thought I would not only teach you how to use a computer and how to type, but also how to give you a blowjob. Ah, this is truly 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 Dabata kept his word and sent all the publicity materials for the meeting to the printing factory. The outdated factory immediately started running 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 rattled the beads of her well-worn abacus, making 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 the printing cost breakdown. Please submit it to the authorities 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, that'll do. Factory manager, the workers will be very grateful if you can pay this month's wages. A few days ago, the workers were working day and night, 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 the Big Mouth. He multiplies his bills for meals, car repairs, etc., on the original bills. 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 rattled off the abacus beads again, and finally handed the bill to me with trembling hands:

"Just write down this number you wrote down, I've just randomly entered it all, here you go!"

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

“Aunt Li, you can wait and take the check to the bank to withdraw the money!”

“Hmm, ah, ha,” when I pushed the bill in front of Han Dalao, Han Dalao’s eyes widened immediately:

“Xiao Zhang, this, how come there’s so much money?”

“Director Han,” I said confidently,

“The price of raw materials has gone up, so the printing cost has to go up too, you know what I mean, everything goes up. Director Han, are you free tonight? I’d like to treat you to a sauna!”

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

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

“Hehe,” I grabbed the bill:

"See you tonight, Director Han!" I muttered to myself. "Han the Loudspeaker, you don't need to worry about reimbursement. My wife's the accountant; I won't fret about that.

" "Ah—," Sister Xu looked troubled at the exorbitant amount on the bill.

"My darling, how can there be so much money? What did Han the Loudspeaker print?"

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

"He held a big meeting, and printed all sorts of materials. The print run was huge, distributed throughout the province. And the articles were long and tedious. Honey, do you think the printing costs weren't high?"

"Let me discuss it with the boss!" 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's office, where the old accountant anxiously asked,

"Factory Manager, has it been submitted?"

"Here," I said, pulling out a check with the still-damp red stamp and handing it to her.

"Hurry 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,"

she exclaimed. "Oh dear," the old woman beamed, her wrinkled face blossoming into a smile,

"Factory Manager, you're really something!"

"Payments, payments,"

"Payments, payments,"

"Payments, payments,"

"..."

The next day at noon, the office was packed with jubilant workers, their burning eyes eagerly gazing at the bundles of brightly colored, brand-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 make ends meet. Di Ba Zi and I sat to one side, drinking and chatting. The workers all looked at me with extremely sincere and grateful eyes:

"Hello, Factory Manager!"

"Hello, Factory Manager!"

"Hello 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 quickly:

"Wow, finally paid! Now we can finally live a little more comfortably!"

"With money, do something worthwhile, buy some new clothes!" the old woman nagged at Di Ba Zi.

"Look at you, all filthy, your sleeves are torn and your elbows are chafed. Buy yourself some new clothes, don't look like a beggar!"

"Hmph," Di Ba Zi retorted, unimpressed.

"As long as my butt isn't showing, it's fine. I look like this. If I wore new clothes, I wouldn't be able to walk properly!"

Di Ba Zi was much older than me; if we were to be precise, I should call him Uncle. He was short and unremarkable in appearance. Although he was nearing middle age, he had no home, no job, no children, and not even 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 besides, 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, he was placed by the government in a 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, as 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 before collapsing onto the sofa and going to sleep.

Waking up, Di Ba Zi, barefoot in his dirty, tattered cloth shoes, carelessly swept the yard with a large broom, then tossed it aside and went into the office:

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

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

"Ha, good, good life!"

"You," the old woman grumbled,

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

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

"Di Ba Zi, why do you have such a name?"

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

"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 wasn't your household registration processed?"

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

“When my mother was alive, we rented a house from someone. After she died, I went to prison. When 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 place to live. They said they would look into what to do. Humph, while they were looking into it, the matter of registering my household registration disappeared. As time went by, I lost the certificate, and as a result, I became a black person!” Di Ba Zi said, pulling out a tattered little booklet:

“Factory Director, this is my only property!”

“Oh,” I took it and unfolded it. Wow, it turned out to be a “Prostitute Certificate” issued during the Republic of China era, with a small photo pasted inside. Di Ba Zi pointed to the woman's head on the photo and frankly told me:

"This is my mother! Such a pitiful woman, she sold herself to earn money to raise my sister and me, but my sister was murdered, and I am now penniless!"

"Your mother, she…" I hesitated to ask further, but Di Ba Zi recounted his pitiful, tragic, and despicable life story with unrestrained frankness, leaving me speechless and deeply moved. Looking at this Di Ba Zi, this extraordinary little man, I felt it was absolutely necessary to write his own biography, rather than simply cramming his life experiences into this article. That would have made the piece far too long, unmanageable, and unnecessary.

There's something else I've always been baffled by: how could this unremarkable, dissolute man, a penniless wretch and homeless vagrant, have befriended countless women who sell themselves? After we became acquainted, whenever he had the chance, he would make a hole with his left hand and repeatedly poke it with his right middle finger:

"Old Zhang, want this?"

"What for?" I asked knowingly, but he continued his lewd probing:

"To carve it out, to do it!"

"Hehe, is it good!"

"It's absolutely good, let's go!"

So, I put away my cell phone and we climbed into the opulent, dazzlingly shiny luxury car, the Don Juan. Just a few months ago, I was carrying a small lunchbox, rain or shine, and would leave home on time to brave the crowds on the bus. Today, I proudly own my own ride, with a mobile phone worth tens of thousands of yuan hanging on my backside. Thinking about this fills me with happiness and joy!

I leisurely drive the luxury sedan that Sister Xu bought for me, guided by a local, through main streets and alleyways, heading off to find some wild women to have some fun with!

Every time I went to a prostitute, Di Ba Zi would sit on the edge of the bed with a lewd grin, watching me and the prostitute roll around on the bed, indulging in wanton acts:

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

"Di Ba Zi," I shouted at Di Ba Zi while frantically thrusting into the prostitute beneath me:

"Go for it!"

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

"Lao Zhang, this 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 within it:

"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 such a waste of time!"

"No money!" Di Ba Zi replied.

After my persistent insistence and the wild woman's relentless efforts, Di Ba Zi's penis finally managed to lift its head, swaying shakily as it was inserted into the wild woman's vagina. Di Ba Zi clumsily thrust a few times, and the wild woman leered and laughed,

"Useless thing, all soft and limp. Inside, it's like a silkworm pupa, hee hee!"

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 pulled it out, and after taking a look, I burst out laughing:

"Hahaha..."

Di Ba Zi's penis, with the foreskin completely removed, finally revealed its glans. The foreskin, severed in half, formed a ridiculous fleshy ring, bulging high and encircling his bright red penis, making me laugh so hard I bent over. Di Ba Zi grinned too. From then on, every time I went out to patronize a woman, I would watch Di Ba Zi thrusting into her, that 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 it had ejaculated, gently pinching and twisting it to expel the remaining semen. I slapped my butt:

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

"Hey!" 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, he frequently went out to patronize random women, and every time he came out of the building, Di Ba Zi would shout:

"Oh no, I forgot my cigarettes!"

Gradually, I became a little puzzled: What kind of nonsense is this guy up to? Why does he always find some very natural excuse to sneak back to the woman's house after patronizing her?

A moment later, Di Ba Zi, puffing smoke rings, strolled leisurely out of the building. Looking at his mysterious expression, I decided to avoid him and go to a prostitute 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?"

"Because he not only took advantage of me for free," the prostitute said bitterly.

"And you're still taking my money!"

"Oh," I suddenly realized. So, every time after visiting a woman, Di Ba Zi would sneak back under some pretext to collect a pimping fee from her. Heh heh, what a Di Ba Zi! Your mother was a prostitute, and you, now that you're grown up, you're 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, and you still take my money.

"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 bastard have you been taking from me?"

"This," Di Ba Zi realized he'd let something slip, mumbled 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 earn this money?!" 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 and asking for things without any sense of propriety, my mother was really 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!"

A table full of sumptuous dishes, but not even a quarter of them had been used. My mother said with heartache:

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

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

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

"Taking it home is embarrassing? Leaving it here to pretend to be generous, is that good? I think that's wasteful!"

"Wasteful is wasteful, but I can't take it home. People will laugh at me!"

"Oh dear, son," I led Mom into the bowling alley and earnestly taught her how to bowl. Mom clumsily gripped the bowling ball, her delicate brows furrowed:

"Xiaoli, Mom's clumsy! Mom's 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, Mom finally managed to throw a bowling ball. The round ball wobbled and hurtled towards the bowler, then with a whoosh, it hit the target! Mom clapped her hands excitedly like a child, even jumping up and down with joy:

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

Mom wiped the sweat from her brow, picked up another bowling ball, and I grabbed her arm:

"Mom, you've worked up so much sweat, 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. Gazing at her charming demeanor, 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 witness to our joyful figures. Our intimacy and warmth were just 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 and carry out my long-planned typhoon!

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

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

"Oh, Mom's sick, I'll stay with her!" I replied absentmindedly.

"Hehe, what a dutiful son!"

"..."

Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring, ring ring... Suddenly, the cell phone at 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 that nothing was wrong, but she lingered on the line. A surge of joy welled up inside me: 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!

You see, my dear, beautiful, but extremely orthodox and conservative mother, under my malicious influence, frequently frequented various high-end nightclubs, restaurants, entertainment centers, and swimming pools. In less than three months, less than a hundred days, Mom completely changed, becoming a different person. My mother, who had never touched alcohol, surprised me by being able to easily drink two bottles of ice-cold beer. Even more astonishingly, she could even drink three ounces of strong liquor, which truly surprised me:

"Ah, it's hereditary!" Mom exclaimed while drinking strong liquor:

"Your grandma could drink, three times a day, she could drink a pound!"

Not only did Mom drink alcohol very skillfully and elegantly, but she also learned to dance modern dance, bowl, swim, and sing. As soon as she sat down in front of the stereo, Mom would involuntarily grab the microphone and sing at the top of her lungs:

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

"Mom," I had no intention of keeping up with her endless wailing; my lust had already swelled violently, and I wanted to take Mom 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 too busy these past few days and 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 get some exercise?"

"Damn," Old Du grumbled,

"My wife bought a leather sofa set, 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 set 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 frowning. But you can’t bear to throw away an old sofa. Sigh, Lao Du, you are 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, he’s covered in sweat!”

“Damn it,” Lao Du cursed fiercely,

“I found one, I found an old bastard, guess how much he asked me for?”

“How much!” “

Fifty,” Old Du said, stretching out his large, wet hand.

“Fifty! This old bastard really dares to ask for so much. This tattered sofa of mine isn’t even worth fifty yuan. I thought about it and decided to do it myself! Sigh, he never does any work, it’s really no good. Pushing this sofa here almost made me vomit blood!”

“Di Ba Zi,” I shouted to Di Ba Zi,

“Quick, move it to the warehouse!”

“Okay,” Di Ba Zi and I lifted a sofa and walked towards the warehouse. I suddenly noticed that the sofa had been patched in several places, so I muttered to myself,

“This Old Du, he’s really stingy with small things, even with patches on this tattered sofa, 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 Lao Du,

“Let’s just throw this junk away!”

“No way,” Lao Du insisted,

“It’s something we use to make a living, we can’t just throw it away so easily. Even a broken house is worth a fortune!”

“Hehehe, I really can’t do anything with you!” I laughed helplessly.

Lao 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, Lao Du did something that made me laugh out loud, and from then on, it completely changed my fate.

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