[Urban] How a Scoundrel is Made - 7-9

Chapter Twenty-Three

The next morning, exhausted from not having a moment's rest all night, Lao Du, Sister Yin, and I got out of bed. As we hurriedly got dressed, we looked at each other, recalling the crazy and lewd scenes of the previous night, and couldn't help but pout and stick out our tongues, making faces at each other. I borrowed Lao Du's laptop to make a call to my workplace, lying that I had a cold and needed to take a day off. Then, I quickly put on my clothes and mumbled to Lao Du,

"Brother, about that matter?"

"Hey," Lao Du said unhurriedly,

"Xiao Lianqiao, don't worry, it's only this early. Let's have a drink first, and then..."

"Brother," I said pleadingly,

"Let's get things done first, then we can drink. I won't feel at ease until it's done, how can I have any interest in drinking!"

"Yeah, Lao Du," Sister Yin chimed in,

"Let's get things done first, and then we can drink slowly when we get back!"

"Hmph," seeing my anxious look, Lao Du reluctantly stood up and pulled out his car keys:

"Alright then, let's get things done first, and after we're done..." Lao Du winked at Sister Yin and said,

"I'll be back soon. Don't go selling cigarettes today, cook us a few more dishes at home, I want to have a good drink!" Then, he waved his car keys at me.

"Let's go—",

Old Du drove his Bluebird sedan, smoking a cigarette as he cruised around the city. As his cigarette was almost finished, he parked at a busy intersection. The shops and malls on both sides of the street had just opened; the staff were either busy opening metal gates or tidying up their storefronts. Old Du opened the car door:

"Xiao Lianqiao, give me the file folder!"

"Yes, here it is, brother!" I hurriedly handed him the file folder. Old Du, holding it, instructed me:

"Xiao Lianqiao, I'll get things done for you now. You wait patiently in the car!"

"Okay,"

I sat alone in the car, my mind racing: Will it work? Will it be approved? What does this Old Du do?

I looked out the window again, my mind still racing: This is a commercial area, there are no government offices here. What can Old Du possibly do here with that file folder?

"Oh my!"

I was racking my brains, completely lost, when Lao Du, with a file folder tucked under his arm and a blank expression, opened the car door:

"All done, all done, let's go home!"

"Ah--," I exclaimed with delight:

"Brother, it's done?"

"It's done."

"Brother, give me the file folder, let me see it!"

"No, let's go home, I'll show it to you when we get home!"

I didn't dare insist any longer, so I had to suppress my excitement and patiently drive back to Sister Yin's house with Lao Du. The cramped house was filled with billowing smoke. As expected, Sister Yin had prepared a sumptuous feast, with plates placed here and there on the kitchen counter, the stove, and the windowsill. Looking at the fragrant stir-fried dishes, Lao Du greedily took a deep breath. I couldn't wait any longer and snatched the file folder from Lao Du's hand. When I shakily pulled out the form, I was immediately dumbfounded. The form was still completely blank, without a single bright red stamp.

"This, this, this, brother, what do we do?"

"Heh heh," Old Du chuckled mysteriously, then with a whoosh, he pulled a plastic bag from his pocket and casually tossed it in front of me.

"Stamp it, stamp it however you want!"

I grabbed the bag, opened it, and ah—it contained five newly carved official seals, emitting a pungent rubbery smell. I stared blankly at Old Du.

"Brother, this, this, these are counterfeit official seals!"

"Hehe, of course they're counterfeit, so what?" "

So what? Counterfeiting official seals is illegal!"

"Of course it's illegal, I know that, but what can we do if we don't make them?"

"This, this, will this even work?"

"No, what should we do then?" Old Du quietly asked Sister Yin,

"Little Yin, do you have any ink pads at home?"

"No!"

"Go, go buy me a box!"

"Okay," Sister Yin put on her coat and was about to go out when Old Du instructed,

"Also buy a bottle of fountain pen ink and a bottle of regular ink!"

"Okay," Sister Yin replied and quickly ran out of the room.

After Sister Yin returned breathlessly with inkpads, fountain pen ink, and regular ink, Old Du, just like the night before, sat cross-legged on the earthen bed. He spread the forms on a stack of draft paper, then opened the inkpad, fountain pen, and ink bottles. Next, he neatly arranged five seals—unidentified as to be forged by someone—on the table.

"Ha—," Old Du picked up a seal, dipped it in red ink, and breathed on it with a practiced air. Just as he was about to stamp the forms, he suddenly remembered something:

"Oh, right, we still need to write a few words. Here," he said, pulling out a fountain pen,

"Xiao Lianqiao, come here, write a few words: 'Agreed,' and then fill in the year, month, and day!"

"Brother," I hesitated,

"No, I can't write that. Sister Xu recognizes my handwriting; she'll tell!"

"Oh, right!" Old Du nodded, turning his large head to Sister Yin:

"Then, Old Yin, you write it!"

"Oh dear," Sister Yin frowned,

"Old Du, I can barely write a single word in a year, and I can't write well at all, it looks terrible! You should write it!"

"Hey," Old Du said impatiently,

"What's good or bad about it? It's what it looks like. Of course I have to write it, but I can't have all five stamps signed in the same handwriting, it'll look fake!"

"Sigh, well, I'll give it a try!" Sister Yin shakily gripped the pen,

"Hehe, after living all these years, today I'll be a cadre for once, I'll go all out, sign: Agreed!"

After saying that, Sister Yin wrote "Agreed!" in a crooked hand in a blank column.

"Alright," Old Du grabbed the form, and with a clatter, stamped it with a red seal. Next, Old Du personally wrote "Agreed!" in another column of the form, and then, with a serious expression, picked up another seal and stamped it again with a clatter.

"Hmm," Old Du pondered for a moment, looking at the stamped document.

"No, all five stamps can't be the same color. That would look too fake!"

With that, Old Du pulled a wad of cotton from the corner of Sister Yin's tattered quilt, dipped it in a little ink, mixed it with red ink, and smeared it haphazardly onto the brand-new stamps.

"Change the color! They can't all be the same color!"

*Click!* The third stamp was affixed to the form. Old Du picked up another stamp.

"Oh, no, this unit has been established for almost ten years. I noticed that the stamp on that unit's document has a broken mark. This stamp is too new; it'll be easy to spot the fake, Old Yin!"

"Hey, is there anything else?"

"Do you have any sandpaper?"

"Hmm, it seems there's a small piece!"

"Quick, quick, find it for me!"

So, Sister Yin rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and amidst Old Du's incessant chatter, finally found a small, crumpled piece of sandpaper. Old Du took it, pressed the brand-new stamp on it, and rubbed it hard:

"Okay, that's about right, it's a bit old, there are cracks, you can stamp it now!"

"Slap!" The fourth stamp was successfully stamped on the form. Old Du, not content with that, confidently picked up the last stamp, then dipped a tattered cotton ball in black ink, mixed it with red ink paste, and after a haphazard smear, "Slap!" The fifth stamp was resolutely pressed onto the form. After stamping all five forms in one go, Old Du gently picked up the form, admiring his masterpiece with a smile:

"How's it?" He handed the form to me with great satisfaction, while I remained doubtful:

"Brother, is this... going to work?"

"Hey, don't worry!" Old Du waved his large hand dismissively:

"Nothing's wrong, nobody will know. Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know, oh," he glanced at Sister Yin:

"And she knows! As long as none of us say anything, nobody will know!"

I was still worried, but there was no other way, so I slowly stuffed the stamped form into the file folder. Old Du put the five stamps back into the plastic bag:

"Old Yin, hide these things well, don't let the kids find them!"

"Brother," I suggested,

"Destroy them, to avoid trouble!"

"Not yet!" Old Du shook his head:

"If any stamp isn't stamped properly, or if something doesn't fit, it'll have to be stamped again. Only after this matter is completely finished, and your comrade's brother becomes a regular worker, can these things be completely destroyed!"

"Oh," after hearing Old Du's words, I couldn't help but admire him from the bottom of my heart: the old fox is indeed shrewd, Old Du has thought of everything so thoroughly!

"Alright, I'm starving! Let's eat quickly!" Old Du crumpled up the waste paper, cotton balls, and sandpaper balls on the square table:

"Old Yin, stuff them all into the stove and burn them quickly!"

"Yes," Sister Yin carefully threw the paper balls into the stove, and then began to serve the dishes on the small square table:

"You guys drink, the food is getting cold!"

"Old Yin, come over here too, let's all drink together!" Old Du said.

"No, I can't," Sister Yin said regretfully.

"Old Du, you and Xiao Li can drink slowly. I have to go check on the kids!" As she spoke, Sister Yin put on her coat. Old Du's face darkened again.

"Hmph, go ahead, go ahead..."

"You two can drink slowly, I'll be right back!"

"Hmph," as Sister Yin walked out the door, Old Du cursed at her retreating figure,

"You filthy slut, you whore!..."

*Thud*—Old Du slammed his wine glass heavily on the table, and I inexplicably became a different person:

"Damn it, ah—what a worthless filthy slut, a whore who sells kang beds, bothering me, avoiding me, um..."

"No, no," I hurriedly explained for Sister Yin,

"No, no, Brother, Sister Yin definitely didn't mean that, she's just worried about the kids! She'll be back soon!"

"Back," Old Du said angrily.

"Come back, of course she has to come back, with the kids! Don't you understand? What does it mean by bringing the kids back? Isn't this kicking me out? Huh—if you don't want to play with me, just say so!"

"Brother, don't be angry, Sister Yin didn't mean that. The kids can't always stay at Grandma's. Grandma's getting old; it's hard for an old woman to take care of two naughty boys!"

"Hmph, it's all the same old thing, they use you and then discard you!" Old Du became increasingly indignant:

"You, you, you big idiot, spending so much money on a woman who's almost a middle-aged woman, is it worth it?"

"Brother," "

Xiao Lianqiao, let me tell you, don't be fooled by Old Yin's seemingly carefree and easygoing nature. She's incredibly slippery. She's all smiles and tears when she begs you, but once she's used you, she'll kick you aside!"

"No," I didn't sense anything from Sister Yin as Lao Du described. Back then, when I boldly asked Sister Yin for her services, she readily accepted and never asked for a single penny. When I tried to give her my watch, she flatly refused:

"No, no, brother, Sister Yin isn't that kind of person!"

"Ah--," Lao Du suddenly remembered something, and he pointed at my nose menacingly:

"Ah--, playing me, playing me, I understand, I finally understand, you two teamed up to play me, ah--, good, you teamed up to play me, you old bastard!"

"Brother, you," looking at Lao Du barking like a mad dog, I was furious:

"You, you, you're accusing me, when did I ever have sex with Sister Yin,..."

"Ah--," before I could finish, Lao Du grabbed my collar:

"Kid, you think you're doing a clever job, huh? You and Lao Yin planned this all along. Lao Yin tricked me into coming here first, then got me all drunk and confused, and you suddenly appeared, making up a very touching story to win my heart. I got carried away and agreed to do your bidding for free!"

"What, what, what are you thinking?!"

"Hmph," Lao Du shoved me hard:

"Bullshit! Don't think everything's fine just because you've stamped the documents. Lao Yin used me and then disappeared. Hmph, bullshit, all bullshit! As long as I make one phone call and tell them: it's all fake! The stamps are all forged official seals, hehe, you're all finished!"

"You—,"

"Hehe, what? I say I'll do it. Don't believe me? Try it!"

"This--,"

Chapter Twenty-Four

"Hmph, forget it," Just as I was in despair, Old Du unexpectedly softened, as if he had become a different person again, sitting down amiably:

"Forget it, brother, Xiao Lianqiao, come on, let's drink!" Saying that, Old Du casually raised his glass, and I nervously picked up my glass:

"Big brother, let's drink!"

"Xiao Lianqiao, bottoms up!"

"Yes! Boo--,"

"Brother, Xiao Lianqiao, please don't take what I just said to heart. This is my habit when dealing with people. For every person I've just met, I must maintain a thousand percent, no, ten thousand percent vigilance. Without knowing the other person, no matter what kind of person they are, I must be wary of them like a wolf. Just now, I lost my temper, and from your eyes, I can see that you're not a wolf! So, let's continue drinking!"

"Hehehe, big brother," after hearing Old Du's words, I smiled bitterly:

"How do you know I'm not a wolf? Are you Sun Wukong, with fiery eyes that can see through anything?"

"Hehe, although I don't have superhuman eyesight, with my years of experience navigating the social world, my eyes can completely see through people's minds. You blink, you smirk, and I can guess what you're thinking, what you're planning!"

"Amazing!"

"Little brother," Old Du said in a philosopher's tone,

"In this world, there's no one you can trust, no one you can rely on. What the hell are friends? All that bullshit! There are no friends in this world, none at all. I don't know about others, but I certainly don't have a single friend!"

Hmph, I muttered to myself: With your unpredictable temper and your utterly shameless behavior, who would dare be friends with you? To paraphrase Old Du: I don't know about others, but I certainly wouldn't dare be friends with you!

"No matter who you are, everyone is using each other. You use me, I use you. If you want to play me, I'll fucking play you too! If you fucking want to eat me up, I'll fucking strike first and eat you up first! If a person wants to live in this world, and live well and comfortably, he must learn how to be a good hunter. We must treat everyone as our prey, and conversely, we must maintain a high level of vigilance and never let ourselves become someone else's prey!"

Haha, brilliant, truly a wolf's survival philosophy through and through. This reminds me of a line from *Les Misérables*, roughly meaning: In this world, everyone lives like a wolf; some attack, and some defend!

"There are no friends in this world, none, absolutely none!" Old Du repeatedly emphasized:

"Besides Mom, I have no one in this world I can trust, and no one I can love. I only trust Mom, I only love Mom, and that's love from the bottom of my heart! Little brother, do you love Mom?"

"Yes, big brother," I sincerely extended my hands to Old Du:

"Big brother, come, let's shake hands. Putting everything else aside, on this point, we've completely reached a consensus! I love Mom, Mom is good!" "

Ah--," Old Du hastily shook my hands, then took out a burnt, severely yellowed old photograph from his small leather bag and pushed it in front of me:

"Brother, this is my mother!"

I sincerely took the old photograph. In the center of the photo was a kind-looking old woman with a sickly face. Old Du, stronger than an old bull, was smiling and had his arm around her neck. His childlike, innocent eyes made me unable to believe that this was the same Old Du beside me, a hot-tempered, cynical, and ruthless old fox.

"Sigh," Old Du suddenly sighed painfully,

"Sigh--, but my mother died young. This photo was taken when she was in the later stages of cancer. I always carry it with me. Whenever I think of my mother, I take it out to look at it, sigh, the more I look, the more I miss her! Oh--," as he spoke, Old Du wiped his eyes. Wow--, he could cry too? Was it true? Could someone who believed in the philosophy of wolves cry? He could cry, which meant there was still hope for him! Hehe! No, that's not right. Animal World showed that wolves also love their mothers!

"Mom," Old Du raised his large face,

"When I was little, I was always getting into fights. Every time I got a bruised and swollen face, when I got home, Dad would scold me angrily, but Mom would lovingly wash me. Sometimes, while washing me, Mom would cry, and when she cried, I would cry too. When I was fighting, even if I was beaten half to death, I wouldn't cry, not even a whimper. But when I saw Mom cry, when her tears rolled down my neck, I couldn't take it anymore, and I burst into tears. Mom, I love Mom…"

"But, brother, why did you fight? Couldn't we all get along peacefully?"

"Hmph," Old Du's face darkened, and a wolf-like glint appeared in his eyes,

"Little brother, you don't understand. A person has to be tough, otherwise, everyone will dare to bully you and ignore you. Little brother, do you know how a person's authority is built?"

"How is it built?"

"This," Old Du gritted his teeth, brandishing his massive fist,

"this, only this, everything else is fucking nonsense!"

"Heh," I chuckled,

"Brother, it seems you've thoroughly understood Chairman Mao's works!"

"How so, little brother, Xiao Lianqiao?"

"Chairman Mao said: 'Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun,' and you believe that fists can establish authority and dominate a region! What a coincidence! Great minds think alike!"

"If you want to establish yourself, you need this, little brother. I was famous for fighting back in school!"

"I heard about this from Sister Yin!"

"Old Yin, don't mention her!"

"Why?" Mentioning women made Old Du's face even more ferocious.

"Women, not a single one of them is good!"

"What do you mean!" I couldn't understand why Old Du hated women so much.

"Hmph, women," Old Du scoffed,

"Women are just fucking toys for men to play with! Besides fucking and having babies, they're utterly useless. What fucking husband and wife, what a load of bull! Isn't it said that husband and wife are like birds in the same forest, scattered when death comes?"

"Brother, don't you believe in love?"

"Love? To hell with it! It's all a trick to fool young men and women. There's no such thing as love, just men and women using each other. I have no love…" Old Du became more and more agitated, raising his fists in frustration:

"I hate women, I hate women, I hate all the women in this world!"

"Why, brother, what have women done to offend you so much that you hate them so much?"

"I hate women," Old Du didn't answer me, continuing:

"I hate women, I hate women, brother! In this world, nothing belongs to you except your own body. Money and houses may be yours while you're alive, but you can't take a single penny or move a single brick after you die. Similarly, women are the same. While they're alive, they're your wives, but after they die, who knows who they'll be? Take Old Yin, for example. When her husband died, look how she cried! She cried her heart out, her eyes were so swollen she could barely see. But not long after, she had lovers, and more and more of them—old, young, all kinds. She was really shameless! She'd had no shortage of men's penises! That slut! Humph, all women are like that. They cry in front of their husbands' portraits while secretly thinking…" Old Du ridiculously mimicked a woman's crying, wiping his face repeatedly with both hands:

"While crying, they secretly think: I… I still need to find someone… what kind of person should I find?"

"Life forced us to, there was no other way!" I said, trying to excuse Sister Yin.

"Life forced you to, what a nice way to put it! Life forced you to, life forced you to!" Old Du said fiercely.

"I had a girlfriend in school. She was very beautiful, the undisputed school beauty. But after we went to the countryside, she dumped me so she could transfer back to the city. She heartlessly dumped me and went to sleep with that damn Party Secretary. When we broke up, she said the same thing: 'Life forced me to,' ah, life forced me to, what a nice explanation!"

"Oh, brother, you went to the countryside?"

"Listen to me, don't interrupt!" Old Du interrupted me impatiently.

"Women are the most fucking despicable. I hate them. My first girlfriend, just to get back to the city sooner, shamelessly slept with the village chief and broke up with me without a shred of sympathy. I was so heartbroken; I even wanted to die. Later, I dated someone in the collective household, a rich girl from a high-ranking official's family. To be honest, she didn't love me at all. She thought I was rude and abusive. I knew perfectly well that she was with me only to avoid being bullied by other men; my fists could protect her. In reality, she never cared about me, this poor guy. Especially after I was transferred back to the city, she reluctantly married me. To be honest, I benefited a lot from her connections. But she, she, she, she shamelessly kept a gigolo, just like Old Yin kept you…" Old Du pointed at my nose, his mouth frothing with filthy white foam:

"She, she, she kept a gigolo like you!"

"Then why don't you beat her up?" I asked provocatively, clearly displeased.

"I, I," Old Du stammered,

"I, I, I, I can't afford to mess with her. I can't live without her. Without her, I'm nothing. Besides, she has a lot of leverage over me. I, I really don't dare to mess with her." Old Du suddenly lowered his head like a wilted mouse.

"I, I, I don't dare to mess with her. Her family are high-ranking officials. If I push her too far, one word from her could cost me my head!"

Hmph, I muttered to myself: Goodness, even this scoundrel knows how to be afraid of someone! I finally understood why Old Du hated women so much.

"She keeps a gigolo, and I... I'll just sleep with other women, and that'll settle things!" Old Du said slyly.

"I don't really like going to prostitutes. I prefer sleeping with respectable women, the kind with families and husbands. Whenever I think about my wife being slept with by gigolos, I get furious. At that moment, I want to sleep with other men's women. Only then can I find some psychological balance!"

"Heh!" I smiled slightly.

"But Sister Yin doesn't have a husband! Why do you like sleeping with her?"

"I haven't slept with her many times. We just bumped into each other occasionally, chatted casually, maybe it was fate that we were meant to meet. When I heard that you did such a big thing for Sister Yin, at first, I couldn't believe my ears. But after reading that relocation agreement, I finally believed it was true. So, I envy Sister Yin. She didn't waste her life! Sigh," Old Du sighed again as he spoke.

"Both of us keep gigolos, but my wife can't compare to Lao Yin. She practically pays him. All that damn gigolo has to do is say, 'Sister, this dress is so pretty!' And my shameless wife won't even flinch, she'll just pull out her wallet and buy it. 'Sister, these shoes are so beautiful, genuine Italian goods.' Hehe, aren't they pretty? Buy them! -- Look at Lao Yin, when things really got serious, at the most crucial moment, someone actually stepped in to help her. We both keep gigolos, but Lao Yin's gigolos weren't kept for nothing! I've never heard of my wife spending a single penny of his money!"

"Brother," I deliberately changed the subject,

"Brother, life in the countryside must be very interesting!"

"Oh," Lao Du paused, lighting a cigarette:

"Interesting, little brother. You're too young, too inexperienced. You've never been to the countryside, you've never experienced what it's like. Sigh, what kind of life is that? Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps!" "

Was it that terrible?"

"Little brother, when I went to the countryside, I didn't have a single penny! It was my mother who, after packing my luggage, secretly gave me all the money we had, behind my father's back. At the time, I didn't know anything. When I got to the collective household, I opened my luggage and saw it. I immediately burst into tears, 'Mom, Mom…'"

"How much money was it? Why are you so emotional, brother…?"

"One and a half cents!" Old Du answered without hesitation.

"I remember it clearly, one and a half cents. I'll never forget it! Mom…" Mentioning his mother, Old Du sighed again:

「孩子可以没爹，却不能没妈，没有妈妈的孩子是世界上最可怜的孩子。我下乡的时候才十五岁，我深深的体验到没有母爱是如何的可怜、可悲。没有人给我洗衣服、洗被子，头痛感冒没有人来管我，你能活就活，不能活就死！吃饭的时候，大家就跟监狱里的囚犯似的，哄的一声，拚命地往前冲啊、挤啊，那情景，就跟猪崽子抢食一样，去晚了，就抢不上槽了，就只能喝一喝没有一根菜叶的白菜汤了！所以，要想吃得饱，就必须靠这个！」老杜又无比自豪地挥起了大拳头：

「这个，这个，老弟，懂吗？吃饭的时候，你不让我挤，我就揍你，你他妈的敢挤我，我还揍你，揍，揍，就他妈的拳头好使，嘿嘿！」

「嘿嘿，」

"What are you laughing at, bro? Want to learn a few moves? I'll teach you!" With that, Old Du solemnly demonstrated with his fists:

"I'll teach you a few moves that will hurt your opponent without breaking their bones, like this, like this, like this!"

"Hehe, big brother, I don't want to learn, I don't want to fight!"

"Hmph," Old Du scoffed,

"If you can't fight, you can't survive in society. Let me tell you, bro, fighting not only gets you a full stomach, but it also brings you good fortune!"

"Wow, fighting brings good fortune? Big brother, what good fortune?"

"Bro, to tell you the truth, through fighting, I became the little tyrant of the collective household, I became the leader of the militia, and when the commune established a militia organization, I was elected by everyone as the militia squad leader! Hehehe!" Old Du proudly patted his lower skeleton:

"Aren't you impressed? Being a militia squad leader means not only not having to work, but also eating better than anyone else, and managing a lot of people. Whenever we train, I stand at the front of the formation, rifle in hand, and I look so imposing, everyone's envious! Brother, the other militiamen all have fake guns, just big wooden poles, only squad leaders and above get real ones! Hehe!" Old Du became more and more proud as he spoke:

"Since becoming a militia squad leader, good things have been happening more and more. When the army came to our commune to recruit, I was the first one they chose, so I finally became a real soldier!"

"Brother, what branch of the military are you in?"

"Tank soldier!" Old Du's face was beaming with pride, holding a wine glass in his hand, looking at me arrogantly. I couldn't help but exclaim:

"Wow--, brother, you're really awesome, you're really impressive!"

"What?" Old Du looked at me in confusion, then took a sip of wine.

"Brother, you have no idea, I love tanks the most! Whenever I see WWII movies, seeing those massive tank formations, I get so excited! Just thinking about the Battle of Kursk with thousands of tanks all together makes my blood boil..."

"Oh!" Old Du said, chugging his drink and looking at me with a smug expression. I suddenly sighed,

"Oh well, I'll never have the chance to drive a tank in my life!"

"Brother, I'm the driver!" Then, Old Du launched into a long explanation of how to drive a tank, its internal structure, weight, caliber... I listened, swallowing hard, and couldn't help but blurt out,

"Brother, you're so lucky!"

"Sigh," Old Du swallowed another sip of his drink and sighed,

"Come on, what's so lucky about it?"

"Why wouldn't I be lucky? Driving a tank is so much fun, all that rumbling and roaring!"

"Come on, you didn't see the suffering!"

"What suffering?"

"Hey bro, do you know about Zhenbao Island?"

"Of course I know! Back then, relations between China and the Soviet Union were incredibly tense. They were digging tunnels everywhere, even in our dorm. The dirt piled up like mountains in the yard. I was playing on one of those piles, and I accidentally fell into a deep pit. I broke my nose! Look, brother," I pointed to below my nose, "

right here. I broke it, got three stitches, and it hurt like hell!"

"Hey, that's nothing!" Old Du said dismissively.

"After the Zhenbao Island conflict started, the whole country was on high alert. Our tanks were all in bunkers, ready to fight at any moment. Everyone was on guard in the tanks day and night. No one was allowed in without orders!" "

But what about taking a dump or pee?"

"They all relieved themselves in the vehicle! The tank was movable underneath, so they peed and pooped on the ground. After a while, it stank! Everyone ate compressed biscuits to mask the stench. My brother, for a whole month! What kind of life was that? It was like living in the Stone Age! After the combat readiness order was lifted, when we crawled out of the bunker, our clothes were covered in green mold. If you gently tugged on them, the sleeves would just fall off!"

"Oh my," I was chatting happily with Lao Du when Sister Yin walked into the house with a smile, followed by two boys carrying schoolbags. Sister Yin said to the two boys,

"Quick, quick, say hello to Uncle!"

"Hello, Uncle!"

"Hello, Uncle!"

"Hello, kids!" I replied.

"Old Du, come on, let me have a drink with you!" Sister Yin handed over a glass. Old Du seemed still angry with her:

"I'm not drinking!"

"Brother, we were having a great chat, why aren't you drinking?"

"Boring," Old Du, who had been enthusiastically telling me about his military life just a minute ago, suddenly turned grim, revealing a different, terrifying face:

"Brother, I've done so much for you, and you keep saying you'll repay me, but what have you repaid me for? What have you given me? Hmm, you haven't even treated me to a meal! All talk and no action, just empty words!"

"Brother," I was truly at a loss with this somewhat neurotic person. I suddenly remembered that I still had a thousand yuan in my pocket, the money Sister Xu had given me for activity funds. So, I pulled it out without reservation:

"Brother, this thousand yuan was given to me by Comrade Xu, saying it was for his brother's job application. Brother, please take this money!"

"Hmph, I don't want it!"

"Brother, please don't be so polite. You got this done, so this money should be yours!"

"Really?" Old Du picked up the thick wad of banknotes, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and casually counted them. Finally, he pushed the money in front of me:

"No, I already said I'd do this for you for free. I can't go back on my word!"

"Brother, take it!" "

I can't take it. I can't break my promise!"

I insisted that Old Du accept the money. Suddenly, Old Du's eyes lit up:

"Brother, how about we play a game?"

"What game?"

"Poker!"

"Gambling!"

"It's not really gambling, just some fun! Old Yin, go buy us a deck of cards!"

"Brother, I don't want to gamble with you!"

"Why?"

"There's a saying: the more you drink, the closer you get; the more you gamble, the thinner your wallet becomes!"

"Hehe, brother, this isn't gambling. Whoever wins, not a single penny can be pocketed. They have to spend it all. How about that?"

"Okay, brother, I really don't want to play!"

"Brother, just play with me, I'm willing!"

*Thump*—Old Du shoved the playing cards in front of me. I secretly wondered, how good is this guy's gambling skill? Having been in the underworld for so many years, Old Du's gambling skills must be quite impressive. I suddenly remembered what the bespectacled master had said: never cheat without knowing the other person's background; if Old Du noticed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

I cautiously exchanged a few blows with Old Du, secretly chuckling to myself: such a shrewd guy, a self-proclaimed omnipotent old hand in the underworld, yet his gambling skills were utterly terrible, practically defenseless. Watching him clumsily manipulate the cards, I thought to myself: this guy may be adept at social skills, but when it comes to gambling, he knows nothing, or rather: he's completely clueless.

Thinking of this, my courage gradually grew, and I began to try to cheat. When I realized that Lao Du was completely unaware, I became even more ruthless and cheated frequently, winning against Lao Du miserably.

"Brother," I pushed all the winnings back in front of Lao Du,

"Brother, this is your money. Stop playing. Your luck isn't good today. Let's play another day!"

"Hehe!" Lao Du threw his cigarette butt on the ground,

"Little brother, you're quite considerate!"

"Brother, come on, it's my treat!" I said to Lao Du, holding Sister Xu's money. Lao Du stuffed his own money back into his small leather bag, his face immediately lighting up with joy. He grabbed his leather shoes,

"Okay, then, brother won't be polite..."

...

Chapter Twenty-Five

Lao Du and I were both a little drunk. Lao Du drove the car, muttering to himself,

"Ah, there's a restaurant near Quanlou, newly opened, really good. Let's go there, we can not only drink, but also sing karaoke!"

"Great, brother, wherever you want to go!"

"Ah, we're here!"

A waiter respectfully opened the car door,

"Sir, welcome!"

"Brother Du!" In the bright and spacious hall, a tall, slender young woman in a short skirt greeted me enthusiastically. Without a doubt, she was the manager of this nightclub. Her clothes were frivolous, her makeup heavy, and even from a meter away, a pungent scent of perfume wafted over. I scanned her, my gaze slowly moving down her face like a scanner. Her figure wasn't particularly striking, but she was undeniably alluring—perhaps due to her profession; she had to greet and see off guests with a smile. Continuing my scan, I grew even more disappointed. Her chest was flat and unappealing. I quickened my pace. Wow, when I scanned down to the bottom, I discovered that this seemingly ordinary-looking woman had incredibly beautiful legs. She was wearing an extremely short black skirt, and her long, slender legs were encased in flesh-colored stockings. Under the ceiling light, they shimmered with a captivating, incredibly sexy glow. Her delicate white flesh was faintly visible beneath the stockings, making me want to pounce on her, hug her, and kiss her passionately. Seeing me staring intently at her long legs, the manager awkwardly tugged at her short skirt, but it was too short, and the effort was futile.

"Are there any rooms left? I want to drink, I want to sing!" Old Du asked arrogantly.

"Yes, yes, Brother Du, this way!" The supervisor strode down the corridor, and Lao Du and I followed behind, our four eyes glued to her long legs and ample buttocks. Lao Du stuck his tongue out at me and whispered,

"This little chick, she'd be really good to fuck!"

"Brother Du, how's this private room?" The supervisor pushed open a door, and Lao Du, a small leather bag tucked under his arm, peeked inside:

"A bit small, not ideal!"

"Brother Du, there are only two of you, this private room is just right!"

"But," Old Du insisted,

"I prefer the one next door! It's spacious."

"Brother Du, that private room is already booked!"

"Booked?"

"Yes, brother, it's already booked. If you like that room, you must finish eating before 2 PM. After 2 PM, there will be guests!"

"Guests? Aren't we guests too?" Old Du was about to throw a tantrum again.

"Brother, don't misunderstand, everyone here is a guest, and you're a VIP. What I mean is, other guests will be arriving after 2 PM!"

"Hmph," Old Du finally reluctantly walked into the private room he hadn't chosen:

"It ends at 2 PM. I never stop drinking and singing, and you're setting a time limit for me? Hmph, fine, I'll just make do here. Come on, brother, come in!"

"Sir, what would you like to eat?" A pretty waitress came over and asked sweetly with a small booklet in her hand. Old Du coldly picked up the menu:

"Hmph, what rubbish! I've tried everything. Do you have anything new?"

"Yes, sir, we've just got Sichuan spicy hot pot!"

"Oh, good, then let's have hot pot, how about it, brother?"

"Brother, I'm easygoing, I'll eat anything!" I was already full, and there wasn't a morsel left in my stomach.

"Hmm, no way!" After the fire was served, Old Du, half-drunk, seemed to remember something:

"Brother, you're pretty good at cards!"

"Big brother, so-so, just lucky today!"

"No, I still have to play!" After saying that, Old Du stubbornly asked the waiter to bring a deck of cards. I declined, saying,

"Big brother, stop gambling, let's find a girl to sing some songs!"

"No, no, no to those worthless sluts, hmm, the head waitress is pretty good," as he spoke, Old Du couldn't help but drool,

"The head waitress's little slut, if I could fuck her, it would feel so good, oh, I'll study her later... no, I still want to gamble, I just won't give up!"

I repeatedly declined, really unwilling to continue gambling with him, but Old Du just wouldn't listen. In the end, we reached a gentleman's agreement: instead of winning money, we'd gamble with alcohol!

"Alright then," Old Du placed a glass of beer in the center of the table:

"Come on, one glass at a time, whoever loses has to drink this one!"

I already knew Old Du's tricks, and I easily got him to drink the first glass. Next, I didn't hold back at all, frequently cheating and manipulating the beer. As a result, Old Du kept drinking beer, one glass after another. Seeing Old Du frowning and reluctantly drinking, I secretly laughed to myself: Serves you right, I told you not to play, but you insisted on playing, you deserve to drink yourself to death. Thinking of this, I felt a surge of excitement, believing it was revenge on Lao Du. *Snap!* I casually tossed the cigarette butt into the boiling embers. At that moment, Lao Du put down his wine glass and started aimlessly stirring the embers with his chopsticks.

"Ah—," he murmured, completely drunk. His trembling chopsticks unexpectedly picked up the cigarette butt I had thrown into the embers. He put it in his mouth, bit it, and then looked around groggily.

"What's this?"

"A condiment, very nutritious!" I blurted out.

"Eat it, brother, it's good for your health!"

"Oh, okay then!" Old Du swallowed the cigarette butt without hesitation, much to my delight. I was very pleased with my prank. Suddenly, I felt the urge to urinate. So, I quietly pulled down my pants, grabbed a beer bottle, aimed the bottle at my penis, and quickly filled the empty bottle. Then, without a word, I placed it on the table. After Old Du finished his drink, he reached around and found empty bottles everywhere. He looked around and spotted the beer bottle I had just placed on the table, which contained urine. He grabbed it and gulped it down in his glass:

"Drink, drink, just drink! Drink yourself to death! Alcohol is my father, food is my mother! Dying from drinking is better than being shot!"

"Glug glug," Old Du tilted his head back, and a glass of urine instantly went down his throat:

"Hmm?" Old Du smacked his thick lips:

"What does it taste like? Hmm..."

"Big brother," I chuckled inwardly.

"This is a different brand of beer, from a new brewery. What, you haven't tried it?"

"No," Old Du shook his head, his drunken eyes fixed on the half-empty bottle of urine.

"No, I haven't tried it. The taste is a bit different! Very special." Before he finished speaking, Old Du simply put the bottle to his mouth and gulped down the rest of the urine.

"Wow, that's refreshing!"

I lowered my head, covering my cheek tightly with one hand, trying not to laugh out loud. Old Du slammed the empty bottle onto the table.

"Waiter, bring me some beer!"

"Yes," the waitress had just opened a bottle of beer when Old Du suddenly shouted,

"Where's the supervisor?"

"At the bar, sir!" the waitress replied.

"Have her come over!"

"Yes," the supervisor strolled over, a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Brother Du, what's up?"

"Come here," Old Du grabbed the supervisor's arm.

"Come on, have a drink with me!"

"No, no, Brother Du, no!" The supervisor tried her best to break free from Old Du's iron-like grip:

"Brother Du, our shop has a rule that no matter what position you hold, you can't drink alcohol during work hours. Brother Du, please understand me, I can't drink. If the manager finds out, he'll fire me!"

"Hmph, what manager, what manager, never mind him, drink!" Old Du pressed the supervisor down into the chair next to him without giving her a chance to speak, his eyes fixed on her beautiful, incredibly sexy long legs. The supervisor reluctantly took the glass. Old Du picked up his own glass and deliberately leaned against the supervisor, his other hand slipping restlessly onto her long legs:

"Come on, have a toast with me!" As he spoke, Old Du's arm wrapped around the supervisor's arm, his large mouth, reeking of nauseating alcohol, almost touching the supervisor's fragrant face. The supervisor awkwardly tried to avoid him.

"Brother Du," the supervisor finally swallowed her beer with a frown, gently pushing away Old Du's large hand that was pressing on her long leg:

"Brother Du, I, I, I should go back to work!"

"Miss," Old Du said lewdly:

"Come on, give me a kiss before you go!"

"Brother Du," the supervisor heard this and turned to slip away:

"Brother Du, the manager needs to see me, I'll come back to keep you company later!"

"Hmph," Old Du wasn't about to let her off so easily. He roughly lifted the supervisor's short skirt, and across the table, I saw her white thong. I was incredibly excited, my penis throbbing and shaking.

"Ouch!" the supervisor suddenly cried out. It turned out that Old Du had pinched her thigh hard, almost tearing her stockings. The supervisor's face flushed red, and she covered her thigh in pain:

"Brother Du, you, you, you've gone too far!"

"Ah--," Old Du became even more lewd:

"Come on, little wench, let me touch your little cunt, let me touch it, let me touch it, I'll give you money, I have money, I'll give you lots and lots of money,"

"Big brother," Old Du's big hand ruthlessly pulled open the foreman's panties, revealing a lovely patch of grass. The foreman begged in a tearful voice:

"No, no, no, I don't do that, big brother, no, no, you've gone too far!"

"Ah--," But Old Du's fingers had already dug into the foreman's private parts, stirring and probing wantonly. The foreman was so ashamed that tears streamed down her face. She stopped talking, like an angry lioness. She looked withered and thin, but somehow she had a burst of strength and pushed Old Du aside with a whoosh. Then, without even having time to tidy up her skirt and panties, she wiped away her tears and fled in panic.

Watching the manager's retreating figure, Old Du, still feeling unsatisfied, muttered angrily,

"Damn it, what's with the pretense of being righteous!" Old Du plopped down in a chair, staring blankly at the large finger that had just finished picking at the manager's genitals. Seeing his shameful state, I suggested,

"Brother, if you want to fuck, that's easy. I'll call you a girl, she can sing with you, drink with you, kiss you, and fuck you!" So, I shouted towards the door,

"Waiter!"

"Yes, sir, what is it?"

"Go, call us a girl!"

"Okay!"

Soon, a flamboyantly dressed escort, her face heavily made up, swayed her large buttocks and posed seductively as she entered the private room.

"Brother," the escort sat down next to Old Du very naturally. Old Du glanced at her coldly:

"Get out."

"Brother," the escort immediately became embarrassed. Old Du's face was stern.

"Get out! Didn't you hear me? Are you deaf?"

The escort, blushing and utterly humiliated, walked out of the private room. Old Du gulped down a large mouthful of beer:

"Manager, manager, where's the manager?!"

No matter how much he shouted, the poor waitress tried her best to force a smile and deal with him helplessly, but the manager just wouldn't show up. She was truly desperate.

"Brother, why don't you find a girl to play with? The manager isn't coming!" I said.

"No," Old Du stubbornly insisted,

"I don't want to sleep with prostitutes. What kind of garbage is that? It's a public toilet, a swill. I, I, I just like to fuck young women, the kind with families and husbands!"

Old Du's voice was hoarse from shouting. He finally felt a little tired and gradually stopped shouting. Suddenly, he raised his arm to look at his watch, then silently put down his wine glass and pushed open the door of the private room:

"Brother, are you going to the restroom?"

"No, I'm not going!"

If he wasn't going to the restroom, where else could he go? I didn't know what he was going to do and was afraid he would cause some more trouble. So, I quickly got up and followed him. Old Du ignored me. He walked to the private room next door that he really liked, but the manager wouldn't let him in, and quietly pushed open the door:

"Hmph!" Seeing that the private room was empty, with the table and chairs neatly arranged, Old Du snorted maliciously with his round nose. He gently closed the door, turned around, and went back into our private room. I hurriedly followed. I had just reached the door of the private room when I heard a crash. Not knowing what had happened, I leaped into the room, and the scene before me stunned me. In his drunken stupor, Old Du had overturned the table, and cups, plates, and bowls were scattering and rolling across the smooth, clean floor. Then, some of them shattered instantly, while others were comically scattered all over the floor.

"Brother, you—,"

I stood frozen at the door of the private room like a wooden chicken:

"This, this, this,"

"Hmph," Old Du casually clapped his hands, then picked up a napkin and bent down to carefully wipe the bits of food splattered on his leather shoes.

...12-09 Chapter Twenty-Six

"What's wrong? What's wrong!" A short, middle-aged man with a typical southern face, speaking broken Mandarin, entered the ruined private room surrounded by two waitresses:

"Old Du, what's wrong? What's wrong? Why?"

"Nothing," Old Du said matter-of-factly:

"I smashed it, I smashed it! Manager, you're too early, I, I, I haven't smashed enough yet, I still have to smash more," with that, Old Du picked up a chair and threw it into the air. The southern manager grabbed Old Du's arm:

"No, don't get agitated, if you have any opinions, just say so, don't do this, this is too impolite!"

"Hmph," Old Du put down the chair:

"Of course I have opinions, otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten angry!"

"What opinions?" the manager asked.

"Ask your supervisor!"

"She, she, she just cried, saying she had a headache, took leave, and went home early!"

"Hmph," Old Du said slowly,

"You don't respect me, you treat me like a second-class citizen!"

"Hey, Old Du, what are you thinking? We didn't mean that, Old Du, you misunderstood, you're overthinking it!"

"Then, why won't we use that private room? That stinky slut supervisor said someone booked it, and they'd be here at 2 PM sharp, but, look," Old Du rolled up his sleeve and held up his shiny watch to the manager's eyes:

"Manager, look, it's already past 3:30, but that private room is still empty, there haven't been any customers at all... that stinky supervisor, that stinky slut, she won't let me use the good private room, she insisted on cramming me into this lousy room, I, I, tell me, how can I not be angry, how can I not smash it up?"

"This, this," the manager didn't know how to answer, he thought for a while:

"Old Du, don't be angry. This might be a mistake on the part of the supervisor. We're very busy here, mistakes are inevitable. Please forgive us!"

"Hmph," Old Du continued,

"This country bumpkin, this stinking slut, trying to act tough with me? No good! Anyone who dares to act tough in front of me, no matter who they are, I'll take them down!"

"Old Du, calm down. I'll fire her tomorrow! A good man doesn't fight with a woman, don't stoop to her level!"

"Manager, let's settle the bill. Include everything that was broken, I'll pay! I'll pay for everything!"

"Oh, no, no," the manager said amiably,

"Forget it, since you didn't eat or drink well, let's not settle the bill. Consider it my treat!"

"How can I do that? You have to pay for food and drinks, and you have to pay for the damage!"

"Hey, forget it, forget it!" The manager refused to accept Lao Du's money or compensate him for the damaged items. He tried to persuade Lao Du to leave the restaurant as soon as possible with sweet talk. Just before leaving the private room, Lao Du pulled a one-yuan coin from his pocket and placed it on the wine cabinet in the room:

"Okay, I'll pay, I'll pay one yuan!"

"Alright, alright, alright," the manager said with an extremely unnatural smile:

"Okay, you've paid, you've paid!"

"Goodbye," the manager finally persuaded Lao Du and me to leave the restaurant. Seeing Lao Du open the car door, the manager waved to us with a heavy sigh of relief:

"Goodbye, come again next time!"

"Comrade," Old Du huffed as he sat in the driver's seat. He had just started the car and hadn't even taken the key out when suddenly a policeman walked over with a serious expression, his gloved hand reaching in:

"Comrade, show me your driver's license!"

"What for?"

"Drunk driving! Fine."

"What?" Old Du jumped up from his seat, venting all his anger on the young traffic policeman:

"What, what, what did you say? Drunk driving? Who's driving? Did I drive? Did I drive?"

"But you've already started the car and are about to drive!"

"But, did I drive?" "

You're about to drive!"

"Did I drive?"

"If you didn't drive, why did you start the engine?"

"What, you can't start the engine if you're not driving? I'm just testing the car to see if it works!" "

..."

"Fine then!" Faced with this incessantly shouting drunkard, the young traffic policeman was at a loss:

"Even if you didn't drive, you're both completely drunk now. Let's see how you drive away!"

“Brother,” Lao Du and the traffic police were arguing like cockfighting when I suddenly turned around and saw a luxuriously decorated sauna across the street. The dazzling neon lights flashed the three big characters “Arirang.” I tugged at Lao Du and said,

“Stop arguing. Don’t drive. Just park here. Come on, there’s a sauna across the street. Let’s go to Arirang and wash up and clear our heads!”

“Right,” Lao Du replied, locking the car door and swaying behind me. The traffic police watched our backs helplessly.

“Damn it,” I said, sitting naked with Lao Du by the steaming pool. Lao Du was still brooding over the incident:

“Damn it, you think you can fine me? You’re too green. That young cop was obviously a newbie, inexperienced. If he really wanted to fine us, he should have quietly followed us, stopped us after we’d gone a short distance, said ‘drunk driving,’ and fined us without a word! But he was a bit impatient and came too early…”

“Brother,” I exclaimed,

“You’re amazing! You got caught in their fire and smashed the private room to pieces, but you settled it for just one dollar. You’re really something, hehe…”

“Brother, giving him one dollar is giving him face. It shows we lost money. If we didn’t give him a cent, he’d be helpless!”

“Brother, why is the manager so afraid of you?”

“Hmph,” Lao Du’s face lit up at my question:

“Brother, Xiao Lianqiao, didn’t you tell? He’s from out of town, from the South!”

"I can tell! And he looks like a true southerner!"

"Out-of-towners want to open a restaurant here, but without connections like me, how can they possibly succeed?"

"Yeah, you know a lot of people, you have connections!"

"Of course!" Old Du said smugly,

"Do you think opening a restaurant is that easy? Taxation, industry and commerce, health, urban construction… everyone's got their hands on you. Oh, right, he runs a karaoke bar with private rooms, the police are involved too. Without anyone backing him up, he'd be fined to a pulp in days, completely shut down!"

"That makes sense! The manager needs your help!"

"But one thing is one thing. He asked me for a favor, so I did what I was supposed to do, and I paid whatever it cost. Besides, I'm a regular customer at his restaurant. When we eat out, I pay whatever I'm supposed to pay. I also often bring him customers, whether they're asking me for favors or I'm asking them for favors. Whenever there's a dinner party, I almost always host it at that restaurant. I've never eaten for free. So why are you keeping the good private rooms empty and not letting me use them? Don't you think I should pay? Brother, tell me, how can I not be angry? If I overturn one of his tables, does he dare make me pay? I'll give him the guts. If he really pissss me off, hmph!"

"You'll never do him favors again, and you'll never bring customers to his restaurant again!"

"That's a small matter!" Old Du revealed his rogue side again:

"Not doing favors and not eating at his restaurant are a must. It's a small matter. I'll also teach him a lesson."

"What, you don't want to beat him up?"

"No, I'm old enough now, my temper's much better, I don't want to fight anymore. I'm not going to beat him up, I'm going to make him suffer, make him suffer, and make sure he never has a moment's peace. If this Southern manager really pissss me off, I'll get a few buddies and, during peak hours, we'll fill all the private rooms at his place. We won't order any food, we won't eat anything, we'll just drink beer straight from the rooftops, one bottle after another, endlessly. Nobody else will be able to come into the private rooms, hehe, bro," Old Du said, a roguish smile spreading across his face.

"Brother, in less than three days, we'll have him yelling!"

"Hahaha," I pointed at Old Du and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, big brother, how did you come up with this idea!"

*Plop*—a drop of water from the ceiling landed squarely in my eye, and I suddenly couldn't open my eyes. Old Du smiled at me.

"Forget it, stop washing, it's too hot. Let's go into the lobby to rest, have a smoke, chat, and brag a bit!"

"Okay, let's go!"

"Big Brother!" Old Du and I, wearing bathrobes and smoking cigarettes, entered the lobby together. We had just chosen a decent spot and sat down when a young woman in a dress sat down between us in an affected manner:

"Big Brother!" She impatiently wrapped her arms around Old Du's neck, but he coldly pushed her away:

"Go away, go away, I need to rest, don't bother me!"

"Big Brother," the woman turned to me again, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pressed her lips to my ear:

"Big Brother, do you have any flour?"

"Flour?"

"Yes, flour, do you have any?"

"You," I stared blankly at the woman, who smiled sweetly at me:

"Brother, my connections are dead. I've been out of stock for ages. Sigh, I really can't take it anymore. Brother, if you have any connections, could you get me some heroin? I'll pay whatever it costs. In return, I'll let you two play with it for free. How about it, brother? Can you get it?"

What a drug addict! He'll do anything for heroin. I glanced at Lao Du:

"Brother, did you hear that?"

"Yes."

"Brother, can you get heroin?" I asked Lao Du.

"Hehe," Old Du didn't answer. I winked at the drug addict, who understood immediately. She turned back to Old Du:

"Brother, get me some heroin!"

"Hehe, this stuff isn't easy to get!" Old Du started to keep her in suspense. The addict couldn't wait any longer. She pushed Old Du's bull-like body in a coquettish manner:

"Brother, get me some, get me some! I'll let you play with it for free, you can play with it however you want!"

"Really?"

"Really, who would lie to you? If I don't keep my word, I'm a dog!"

"Miss, things are really tight right now, you should know. A lot of people have fallen because of this, ended up in jail, some even lost their heads. Those who continue are living in constant fear, practically risking their lives. So, the price is very high!"

"I know, brother, I'll pay whatever it costs, and I'll let you two play for free, no extra fee!"

Seeing that Old Du was somewhat tempted, the addict simply lay down on his lap and reached his slender hand between Old Du's legs to grope:

"Brother, will this work? Please!"

"Little brother," Old Du handed me the card:

"Go to the changing room, take my hand out, I'll make some contact, give it a try!"

"Thank you, brother!" The addict leaped up, grabbed Old Du's large face, and began to kiss it.

"Brother, here," I handed the cell phone to Lao Du, who shook his head at the addict:

"Come on, let's go to the private room, it's not convenient here!"

"Right," the addict shouted to the bartender:

"Xiao Wu, open the door to room number seven!"

"Okay,"

as we entered the room, Lao Du indeed made the call to the addict very seriously. After a few quick dialings, he got a result. Lao Du took out his exquisite car keys from his coat:

"Brother, can you drive?"

"I've tinkered with it, not bad, but I don't have a driver's license!"

"It's okay, it's already late at night, the police are all asleep with their wives, hehe, brother, drive out and get me some heroin!"

"This," I was immediately in a dilemma, thinking: This, what a cunning Lao Du! If I'm the one to go and meet with the drug dealers, and I get caught by the police, I won't be able to explain myself even if I have a hundred mouths!

"What, scared?"

"Brother, I, I really don't dare!"

"Hmph," Old Du immediately frowned:

"Coward, you're nothing. Don't worry, I've already arranged everything over the phone, nothing will happen! You," Old Du held out his hand to the addict:

"Give me three hundred yuan!"

The addict quickly took out three hundred yuan, and Old Du shoved the money into my hand:

"Brother, don't be afraid, I'll tell you," and then he put his foul mouth to my ear and taught me how to make contact with the drug dealer.

There was no way I could refuse; otherwise, he would throw another tantrum. I steeled myself and left the bathhouse, returning to the restaurant's entrance. Following Lao Du's instructions, I slipped three hundred yuan into the back seat of the car, rolled down the rear window, and, feeling agitated, drove the car along the route Lao Du had provided, heading towards the quiet street. The car sped along, quickly reaching the newly built overpass. Suddenly, I remembered Lao Du's instructions: "Once you're on the overpass, slow down and pay close attention to what's directly ahead." So, I slowed down, staring intently ahead. As the car climbed to the highest point, I saw a colorful dot moving in the distance. I pulled over to the side of the road and quietly slipped past. It was a car washer, waving a towel at me incessantly. I slowed the car down to a crawl and quietly glided towards him. Finally, the car pulled up beside him. The washer glanced into the car, deftly snatched three hundred yuan, and then—whoosh—a plastic bag was tossed onto the seat. Without a word, I gritted my teeth, suddenly floored the accelerator, and the car roared off the bridge.

...

Chapter Twenty-Seven

"Oh--," When I returned to "Arirang" with a pounding heart, and pushed open the door to the private room, the prostitute, who had been waiting for a long time and was suffering from unbearable drug addiction, saw me. Her expression of joy was no less than that of someone who had longed for a savior. She jumped up and grabbed my arm:

"Big brother, did you get it?"

"Yes," I nodded, and was about to stuff the small plastic bag into the poor addict's hand when Old Du, who had somehow slipped to my side, unexpectedly snatched the small plastic bag away. The addict immediately turned to Old Du and pleaded:

"Big brother, give it to me quickly, I can't take it anymore, give it to me quickly, big brother,..."

"No," Old Du insisted:

"You haven't done what you promised us yet. You can only get it after you finish your work!"

"Big brother," the addict wiped away the tears and sobs that were seeping from his eyes:

"Brother, let me have a smoke first, otherwise, I won't have any energy to work!"

"Oh," Old Du nodded:

"That's true, then hurry up and smoke!"

"Hey, hey, hey," the addict took the small plastic bag from Old Du's hand as if it were a treasure. She carefully opened the small plastic bag, then tore open the cigarette pack, and flicked on the lighter with a puff. Watching her intoxicated look, I couldn't help but ask:

"Miss, what's so good about this stuff? Is it worth spending so much money?"

"Ah--," the addict ignored me, tilting her head back to savor it. Old Du said disdainfully:

"Damn, all the hard-earned money from selling my body has turned to ashes!" After saying that, he grabbed the addict who was still savoring the cigarette:

"Alright, alright, you should get back to work!"

"Oh--," the addict reluctantly put down the burnt cigarette paper, slowly pulling off her dress, revealing her naked body to Old Du. She spread her legs wide:

"Go ahead, brother, do whatever you want!"

Old Du stroked the addict's thick pubic hair, parted her vagina, and casually glanced inside:

"Ptooey--," suddenly, Old Du spat a mouthful of phlegm into the addict's vagina, then stuck two fingers in and started probing haphazardly:

"Stinky cunt!"

Old Du's fingers continued to probe and rub, making squelching sounds. The addict grinned at Old Du, one leg swinging wantonly, humming a pop song without a care in the world. After a while, she said casually:

"Look, look, look all you want!"

"What a loose, horny cunt!" Old Du winked at me, signaling me to come over and check out the addict's vagina. So, I leaned over and inserted two fingers, making it four fingers inside the addict's vagina at the same time. Old Du asked me,

"How is it? Isn't it loose?"

"Hmm," I nodded,

"It's a bit loose!"

"Poke it!" Old Du said crudely,

"Everyone's poke it, you poke it, I poke it, everyone's poke it, I say," he turned to the addict,

"Hey, how many years have you been selling your cunt?"

"Not long, about three years!"

"Three years, that's over a thousand a day, ah--, you're a slut ridden by a thousand men, you've poke your cunt loose, if you keep poke it like this, it'll tear it apart!"

"Hehehe," the addict chuckled dismissively.

"Go ahead and stab me, as long as you pay, whoever wants to stab me can stab me. My parents gave me this thing, it can't just sit idle, it'll pee anyway!"

"So cheap, so slutty, so pink..."

The addict's words deeply aroused Old Du, and he pulled out his already erect penis:

"Slut, take a good look, how's my thing?"

"Hmm," the addict grasped Old Du's large penis, commenting seriously,

"Oh, big brother's penis is excellent, thick and long, it must feel great to fuck!"

"Come on, you taste it first!"

After saying that, Old Du shoved his large penis into the addict's mouth and began thrusting it around without any politeness:

"How is it, how does it taste!"

"Hehe, how is it? It's so slutty, and a little salty!" the addict smacked his lips and answered seriously.

Old Du grinned and shoved his large penis, which was covered in the addict's saliva, into the addict's vagina, and began thrusting wildly. The burly addict, with his plump body, nonchalantly welcomed Old Du's slapping thrusts, his bright eyes looking at Old Du defiantly, his expression seeming to say: So what, you only have that much strength, I don't care!

Old Du, clearly insulted, cursed viciously,

"Damn, you slut, you're pretty tough!"

"Hehe, of course, I'm a veteran, I've seen it all!"

"Open your mouth, I'll show you something you've never seen before!"

"Hehe, fine, I'll open it," the experienced addict obediently opened her mouth, still teasing,

"What kind of play haven't I seen? Open it, it's just a matter of fucking my cunt first and then my mouth!"

The addict opened her mouth wide, closing her eyes and waiting for Old Du's large penis. Old Du continued to thrust wildly into the addict's vagina, but instead of pulling out and shoving it into her mouth, he brought his head close to her face while thrusting. The addict thought Old Du wanted to kiss her, so she moved her open mouth to his lips. Old Du thrust into her vagina a few more times, then opened his mouth wide:

"Ah--, ptooey--,"

a glob of phlegm shot into the addict's mouth with a "ptooey" sound. The addict opened his eyes in surprise and hurriedly spat it out:

"Cough--, cough--, cough--, ... Brother," the addict shouted at Lao Du with a resentful look:

"Brother, what are you doing!"

"Playing around,"

"Spitting phlegm into someone's mouth, how can you play like that!"

"Didn't you say you could play however you wanted?"

"Well, there's no way to play like this, I've never seen anything like it before,"

"Well, today I'll show you properly, open your mouth!"

"No," the addict shook his head!

"Open your mouth," Lao Du commanded with a gloomy face.

"No," the addict continued to shake his head.

*Slap!* A resounding slap landed mercilessly on the addict's face, instantly leaving five bright red finger marks. The addict cried out, covering his swollen, red face:

"Brother, why did you hit me! Waaah!"

"You know what this is called, you slut? This is called fucking and slapping your face. For a slut like you, this is how you get treated. You fucking asked for this. Who told you to disobey? Didn't you always say you could do whatever you wanted with me?"

The addict finally fell silent, but Old Du wouldn't back down:

"Open your mouth, or I'll not only beat you up, but I'll also send you to a rehab center. Hehe, it's very comfortable there!" Hearing Old Du's words, the addict's face, red from the slap, suddenly turned a terrifying waxy yellow. At the same time, his eyes widened in despair. Old Du continued:

"Open your mouth, you stinking slut who doesn't keep her word, trying to act tough with me, you mountain donkey, you're no good!"

The addict had no choice but to open his mouth, and Old Du spat in another mouthful of yellow phlegm:

"Swallow it, swallow it down!"

"Sigh," the addict dared not refuse, and obediently swallowed Old Du's yellow phlegm. Old Du kept spitting it out, and the addict swallowed it helplessly and painfully. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I quietly went over and tugged at Lao Du's arm:

"Brother, stop it, don't play like this!"

"Hmph," Lao Du wiped his mouth, then plopped down on the bed. He grabbed the addict who was covering her mouth and about to vomit, and with his strong, iron-like hands, he pulled her to his waist, making her face away from him, and then shoved his huge penis into her vagina:

"Brother, come here, let's fuck her together!"

I unbuttoned my bathrobe, grabbed my penis, and went over. Lao Du was lying under the addict, thrusting wildly and roughly. The addict was straddling Lao Du, her large breasts rolling ridiculously, her wet, pubic hair and Lao Du's huge penis shoving into her vagina, all clearly displayed before my eyes. Lao Du reached his hand from behind the addict and spread her vagina apart:

"Hey bro, come on, let's fuck her together!"

I moved closer to the addict and tried to insert my penis next to Lao Du's penis. The addict looked at me in surprise:

"Big brother, can two penises go in at the same time?"

"Why not? Don't move!"

Lao Du said from below. The addict dared not move anymore and watched as the two penises were slowly inserted into her vagina.

"Ugh--, oh--," as the two penises continued to penetrate deeper, the addict groaned incessantly, his mouth agape:

"Ugh--, oh--, it's so full!"

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle,..."

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle,..."

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle,..."

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle,..."

"..."

Two thick penises were simultaneously thrusting into one vagina. Experiencing this scene for the first time, I was uncontrollably excited. My penis thrashed and rubbed against Lao Du's large penis and the addict's vaginal walls, gradually producing an indescribable feeling of pleasure. Lao Du and I thrust harder and harder, until the addict screamed wildly:

"Ah--, yo--,..."

"I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to death, you slut,..." Lao Du cursed viciously:

"You old bastard, I'm going to fuck you to death today!"

The three of us were all sweating profusely and panting heavily.

"Big brother," I begged for mercy,

"I can't take it anymore, I, I, I'm going to cum!"

"Okay, cum, let's both cum together, one, two, three, cum--,"

"Huff--,"

"Huff--,"

The two big cocks inserted into the addict's vagina spurted out thick streams of white semen at the same time. As the two big cocks continued to thrust in and out, the sticky white semen was stirred up everywhere, flowing down the lower end of the addict's vagina.

"Hmph," Old Du pushed the addict away, grabbed a white towel, and wiped the sweat from his forehead:

"Come on, let's wash up and go home!"

Old Du and I washed off the sticky secretions, dressed neatly, and strolled out of the bathroom. At the cashier, I placed the two keys on the counter. The cashier glanced at them and then pushed a small piece of paper in front of me:

"Sir, this is the room fee."

"What?" I picked up the small piece of paper and glanced at it before Old Du snatched it away and tore it to shreds.

"Room fee? The lady said it was free, so why are we being charged a room fee?"

"Sir," the cashier explained,

"Whether the lady gets a free room or not is her own business, but we have to charge a room fee. It's the boss's rule!"

"Enough nonsense, get the shoes out for us!" Old Du ordered.

"No," the cashier insisted,

"I can't give you the shoes without paying the room fee!"

"Brother," I pulled out a banknote,

"Forget it, just pay!"

"You dare," Old Du glared at me,

"I'll see if you dare to pay one," then, Old Du gave the cashier an ultimatum:

"Will you give them to me or not?"

"Sir, I can't give you the shoes without paying the room fee!"

"Will you give them to me or not?"

"No!"

Whoosh—, rip—, Old Du stormed into the cashier's counter in a fit of rage. He swung his iron fist and knocked the innocent cashier to the ground, then began searching for his leather shoes. The cashier, dazed and confused from the beating, painfully got up from his chair, clutching his bleeding nose, and ran out of the cashier's counter without looking back. Old Du, carrying a shiny leather shoe in each hand, smashed and banged wildly in the narrow counter area, making a mess of the entire place in an instant.

"Big brother, big brother," I rushed into the cashier and hugged Lao Du tightly:

"Big brother, what are you doing? No, no, don't do this!"

"Here," Lao Du finally stopped. He looked at the shoe rack on the wall of the cashier, pulled out a pair of leather shoes and stuffed them into my hand:

"These are yours! Take them and put them on."

I took the leather shoes and walked out of the messy cashier area.

...

Chapter Twenty-Eight

As Lao Du and I put on our leather shoes, tied our shoelaces, and were about to stand up and leave the "Arirang" sauna, we suddenly looked up and saw five or six burly men standing at the brightly lit entrance, glaring at us with grim expressions. Lao Du snorted contemptuously, feigning nonchalance, and walked forward as usual, carrying his small briefcase. When he reached the men, a tall, thin man grabbed his collar:

"What, nothing wrong?"

"What?"

"Nonsense!"

*Whoosh*—a gleaming short knife appeared before Lao Du's eyes. The other men quickly drew their weapons and silently surrounded Lao Du. Lao Du panicked slightly:

"My surname is Du, don't you recognize me?"

The tall, thin man shook his head, completely ignoring Lao Du.

"I haven't been in this business long, I don't know the old lady, please forgive me. I don't know which gang you're involved in, buddy, what do we do?" The tall, thin man pointed to the cash register that Lao Du had smashed. Lao Du glanced at it, revealing a roguish face:

"What do you suggest we do?"

"Buddy, we're all in this together, I won't make things difficult for you, but you have to let me off the hook, throw some money at me, just to save me face, okay?"

"Sure, how much?"

"One thousand!"

"What, you... you're really bold! One thousand yuan, isn't that too much?"

"Buddy, is one thousand yuan too much? Can this cash register be fixed for one thousand yuan?"

"Hey, hey, hey," to avoid escalating the situation, I hurriedly took out the one thousand yuan that Sister Xu had given me and handed it to the tall, thin man:

"Buddy, here, here, this is one thousand yuan, count it!"

"Hmph," the tall, thin man grabbed my banknotes, then slowly released Lao Du. The ever-arrogant Lao Du appeared utterly humiliated. He silently slipped out of the bathhouse, and I followed closely behind. The tall, thin man didn't count the money, but coldly said,

"Goodbye!" --

The early summer morning was slightly chilly, the breeze making me feel cold after my bath. The streets were empty, and in the distance, through the thin mist, diligent sanitation workers were diligently sweeping, the sound of their brooms echoing. By the roadside, a little girl, not yet an adult and dressed in tattered clothes, carried a small bucket. Seeing Lao Du and me emerge from the bathhouse, the little girl quietly slipped to Lao Du's side as he opened the car door, and timidly said,

"Uncle, could you wipe the car down?"

"Go away, go away," Lao Du said irritably.

"Brother," seeing the little girl shivering in the cool breeze, I suddenly remembered the pitiful little girl I met at the train station in my childhood, begging the driver for change. She was also underage. My heart clenched, and I patted the little girl's thin shoulder with immense sympathy:

"Little girl, wipe it off, wipe it off!"

"Damn it," Old Du cursed angrily as he sat in the car:

"It's not over yet, I'm not done with him! I'm going to get revenge on him, I'll definitely get revenge on him, it's not over yet! Didn't you take a thousand yuan from me? Hmph, a thousand yuan is so damn easy to spend, hmph, you little brat, just wait and see. If I, Old Du, don't make you bleed, I'll have lived a life of luxury for nothing. I'll see him again, I'll make him lose a fortune, I'll make him vomit blood; I'll make his bathhouse close down; I'll make him get that thousand yuan back the way he took it; I'll..."

"Forget it, forget it, brother, forget it, forget it," I comforted him:

"Forget it!" Then, I opened the car door and asked the little girl,

"Little girl, how much does it cost to wash a car?"

"Five yuan, uncle!"

I reached into my pocket and realized I didn't have a single penny. So, I had to ask Old Du for some:

"Brother, lend me five yuan!"

"Hey," Old Du pulled out a bill:

"Hey, hey, I'm just washing a car, why are you paying me? Here, I don't have five yuan, give her ten yuan, let her give you change! Tell her to hurry up and wash it, I'm starving, I need to drink some wine to get rid of this bad luck!"

"Drink again, brother, who drinks first thing in the morning?"

"Drink, you drink with me!"

"No, brother, I have to go to work!"

"Little brother!" Old Du said sincerely:

"Through these two nights and one day of getting to know you, I think you're a very honest person, little brother, do you want to be friends with me?"

"Okay," I replied casually, secretly thinking: Forget it, I don't want to be friends with someone like you. After I've taken care of Sister Xu's matter, I'll try to avoid contact with you to prevent any trouble.

"Really, I'm not joking!"

"Okay!"

"Uncle," the little girl poked her head into the car:

"Uncle, all done cleaning!"

"Okay, here," I handed the little girl ten yuan:

"Take it, keep the change!"

"Thank you, Uncle!" the little girl held out her stained hand:

"Thank you, Uncle!"

"Big Brother," seeing the little girl gradually walk away, Lao Du started the car, and I said:

"Big Brother, I have to go to work!"

"It's still early, have breakfast with me before we go!"

"But, brother, I can't drink. If I'm drunk and reeking of alcohol at work, my boss will definitely scold me!"

"Fine, if you don't want to drink, then don't. Work is more important!"

We found a small restaurant, and after finishing a glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor), emboldened by the alcohol, Lao Du started dialing his cell phone:

"Hey, hey, Old Li? Damn, what time is it? Huh? Still sleeping with your wife? Hehe, hehe, damn, haven't you had enough after all this time? Don't work yourself to death... Hurry up and get up, I need to do something for you... What? What is it? Damn, I got humiliated, I got fucked! Who? I don't even know him. The bathhouse owner. Damn, after all these years, this is the first time I've messed up. I had a little brother next to me, a friend I just met. Oh, you don't know him? He's a nice guy. You know, I just met him and I messed up in front of him. I've lost all face. Sigh, damn it..." Old Du quickly recounted what happened at the bathhouse over the phone. Seeing that it was getting late, I got up to say goodbye:

"Brother, it's almost time, I have to go to work. You can drink slowly by yourself!" I suddenly remembered something:

"Brother, calm down, let it go, but please don't fight!"

"Brother," Lao Du waved at me,

"Don't rush off yet, give me your phone number so we can keep in touch!"

"Okay," I reluctantly wrote down my work phone number in the notebook Lao Du handed me:

"Brother, this is my work phone number!"

Lao Du looked at it:

"Oh, but how will I contact you after work? Do you have a phone at home?"

"No, brother, I don't have a phone at home!" I lied; I didn't want my mother to know I knew someone like this.

"Here," Lao Du took a shiny pager from his waist:

"Brother, take this with you. I'm usually out at night, so I'll page you if anything comes up!"

"This, this," I really didn't want it. This little pager would bind Lao Du and me tightly together, making things worse, more and more complicated.

"Take it, I have a laptop, it's not very useful to me!"

"Alright then, thanks brother, I'll pay you back the pager money little by little when I get paid!"

"Damn it, who wants your money? What would I do with it if I had money!"

"Well, brother, I'm leaving now!" "

Brother, this isn't over yet. He took that thousand yuan, I'll make him pay you back the same way!"

"Forget it, forget it..." I didn't want to listen to Lao Du's nagging anymore; I was tired of hearing his words.

"Don't worry, he has to return it to you, just wait!"

I rushed to the office, and before I could even sit down, I saw Sister Xu standing in the corridor waving at me. I grabbed the file folder and quietly slipped out of the office. Sister Xu eagerly took the folder:

"Xiao Zhang, how did it go?"

"Sister Xu, it's done!"

"Oh," Sister Xu's face immediately lit up with a lovely smile. When she opened the folder and pulled out the form covered in fake stamps, she was overjoyed:

"Ah--, that's great, Xiao Zhang, thank you!"

"You're welcome, Sister Xu," I said, feeling uneasy. I muttered to myself: Will this work? Can I get away with this?

For several days in a row, I was filled with anxiety. I sat in my chair, looking at the materials Han Dala had given me, but I couldn't write a single word. My brain completely short-circuited. I didn't even dare to look up into the corridor, afraid that Sister Xu would suddenly appear and berate me fiercely:

"Well, you've got some nerve! You dared to forge an official seal! You, you cheated me out of my money! Give me back my money right now, or I'll sue you!"

Sigh, I dared not think any further. I pulled out a cigarette and started smoking furiously, my brow furrowed. Han the Loudmouth sat leisurely opposite me, his legs crossed in an annoying manner. He took a sip of strong tea, then pushed the teacup aside, unfolded a new newspaper that the mail clerk had just delivered, and began to read slowly and deliberately:

"Our correspondent reports: Recently, we received numerous reports from the public alleging that the Alilang Sauna and Bath Center was harboring prostitutes. Our police officers responded immediately, and after meticulous investigation, launched a surprise raid, successfully apprehending the perpetrators engaged in prostitution in a private room. In this operation, five prostitutes and three clients were arrested. All five prostitutes have been detained pending punishment, the three clients have received administrative penalties, and the bath center's manager, XXX, has been criminally detained. Furthermore, heroin was found on one of the prostitutes. This bath center, suspected of harboring prostitutes and drug use and trafficking, has now been ordered to cease operations for rectification by relevant departments, pending further processing..."

Hmm? I was immediately stunned, my mouth agape, my eyes fixed blankly on the newspaper in Han Dala's hand. I didn't even notice the cigarette butt burning my fingers. My God, what a close call! Three days ago, I also went to a brothel in Arirang. My goodness, I was so lucky! If I had been caught red-handed by the police like those three clients, I couldn't imagine the

consequences. Besides facing a huge fine, I would have been publicly criticized by my workplace, and might even have been dismissed from my job! If that happened, my reputation would be ruined beyond repair! Just as I was secretly rejoicing that I hadn't been caught by the police, a thought suddenly struck me: something was amiss. Bathhouses were everywhere. You could find several on any street or alley, and most of them were openly involved in prostitution. If the police wanted to, they could easily catch several prostitutes and clients on the spot.

"It's not over, it's not over!" Old Du's vicious curse suddenly echoed in my ears:

"It's not over, I'm not done with him! I'm going to get revenge on him, I'm definitely going to get revenge on him, it's not over! Didn't you take a thousand yuan from me? Hmph, a thousand yuan is so damn easy to spend, hmph, you little brat, just you wait and see! If I, Old Du, don't make you bleed, I'll have lived for nothing! I'll see him again, I'll make him lose a fortune, I'll make him vomit blood; I'll make his bathhouse close down; I'll make him get that thousand yuan back the way he took it; I'll..."

Could this be Old Du's revenge?

...

Chapter Twenty-Nine

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!..."

Just as I was about to leave work, my pager suddenly started beeping in my pocket. No need to ask, it must be Lao Du calling me. I didn't dare use the office phone to talk to him, so I hurriedly ran to a public phone booth by the roadside:

"Hey, bro, what's up!"

"Damn, what else could I want? Drinking!"

"When?"

"Right now, I'm drinking right now." "

Where?"

"The Hawaii Grand Hotel!"

Ah, the Hawaii Grand Hotel, that's a very famous hotel! If you don't have money, or not a lot of money, don't even think about getting in, lest you finish your meal and be unable to pay the bill, making a fool of yourself.

"Hurry up!"

"Okay!"

I rushed to the Hawaii Grand Hotel by bus without even going home. The hotel's spacious plaza was filled with all sorts of luxury cars, a dazzling sight. These cars could drive right up to the hotel's glass doors, where elegantly dressed waiters would respectfully open the doors and usher the guests into the lobby. Looking at myself, without a car and dressed in simple, patched clothes, I felt utterly pathetic. Thinking of this, I didn't even have the courage to go any further. A magnificent black Mercedes flashed past me, and I immediately quickened my pace. As the guests alighted and were led into the lobby by a waiter, I, like a thief, followed them, crestfallen, and slipped into the hotel lobby.

"Damn," I muttered as I pushed open the door to the private room. The room was filled with smoke, and a large round table was packed with people. Aside from Lao Du, I didn't recognize any of them. No, there was one man who looked familiar; his pale face and expensive glasses left a deep impression on me. I felt like I'd seen him somewhere before. I looked closer and finally remembered—he was one of the men who had blocked Lao Du's entrance a few days ago. It seemed Lao Du wasn't the main character today. Most of the people were gathered around a burly, bald man. From their obsequious and respectful expressions, I could tell this big guy was extraordinary, perhaps even more powerful than Lao Du. Even more striking was the beautiful young woman beside him. Lao Du sat to the side, smoking and talking to someone. Seeing me come in, he said casually,

"Damn, why did it take you so long?"

"Traffic jam!"

"Well, why don't you take a taxi? Take a detour!"

Ha! A taxi? I muttered to myself, "Taking a taxi? I barely make any money. If I take a taxi, my whole day's work will be for nothing." Thinking this, I felt even more inferior. Looking at the table full of dishes I couldn't name, some I'd never even seen before, I exclaimed inwardly, "Wow, the price of this meal must exceed half a year's salary plus bonuses!

" "Come here," Old Du beckoned to me,

"Sit here. Come on, let me introduce you. This brother's surname is Zhang, he works in a government office!"

"Hello!"

"Hello

!"

"Hello!"

"Hello!"

"..."

After a series of insincere, endless handshakes and pleasantries, I finally sat down next to Old Du, picked up my glass, and the others continued to chatter amongst themselves around the big guy, using very professional street slang. Being new to this scene, I couldn't understand a word, let alone join in. I picked up a bright red prawn and was peeling off the prickly shell when suddenly the bespectacled man glanced at me, then timidly asked Lao Du,

"Brother Du, is this for him?"

"Damn," Lao Du replied coldly,

"Of course I'll give it to him. It's his money. Who else would I give it to? What did I bring him here for? Just to withdraw money, right?"

"Money!" I exclaimed, startled, looking up with my hand still clutching the half-peeled prawn. The man stood up, walked over to me, and slowly pulled a wad of cash from his pocket. I recognized it as the thousand yuan I'd slipped to the tall, thin man that day.

"Brother," the man said to me with a bitter face,

"this is your money. I'm returning it to you on behalf of my brother, and I apologize on his behalf! I'm sorry, brother!"

"This, this," I stammered, staring blankly at Lao Du, who ignored me completely and continued chatting with others. I quietly asked,

"Brother, this..."

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!" Before I could finish, the man interrupted me:

"Brother, if you want to take a bath in the future, come to our place. This is a note written by my brother. With this note, you don't need to buy a ticket; you can go in for free!" He then placed a small piece of cardboard on top of the banknotes. Then, the man picked up a glass:

"Come on, have a drink to get to know each other, bottoms up!"

"Bottoms up!"

No need for further explanation; the whole Arirang Bathhouse incident must have been orchestrated by Lao Du. A cold sweat broke out on my body: Lao Du, Lao Du, you're ruthless! It seems the owner of Arirang has really suffered a huge financial loss! Leaving aside everything else, this banquet alone must have cost several thousand yuan.

The people around the round table continued to buzz around the burly man like flies. I gradually pieced together their demands: they were begging him to help smooth things over, to get the police to reduce the fine; to release the arrested prostitutes as soon as possible; to find a way to get the owner out; to keep the bathhouse open… and so on. I secretly glanced at the burly man through the crowd, thinking to myself: What does this guy do? Judging by his attire, he looks like a mafia boss!

"Brother," I couldn't get a word in edgewise, feeling rather awkward, so I stuffed the money and the small piece of cardboard into my pocket, stood up, and said goodbye:

"Brother, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now!"

"Okay, keep the money safe, go home first!" Old Du waved at me, so I put on a fake smile and said goodbye to everyone:

"Have a good drink, everyone, I'm leaving now, goodbye, goodbye!"

"Goodbye, goodbye!"

"..."

The next day, I decided to ask Sister Xu about the situation. I hesitantly walked into the accounting office, called out to Sister Xu, and we walked silently for a long distance down the corridor before I finally mustered up the courage to ask:

"Sister Xu, how's your brother's matter going, his job,..."

"Oh right, I've been too busy these past few days and forgot to tell you, Xiao Zhang, thank you, thank you Director Han, everything's settled for my brother, he's now a formal employee of the public transportation system! Ah, Director Han is really powerful, you can't argue with that!"

"Hmm," looking at Sister Xu's smile, my heart, which had been hanging in suspense for days, finally sank. I sighed deeply:

"That's good, that's good..." I slowly took out the thousand yuan:

"Sister Xu, I forgot, this is the thousand yuan you gave me for activity expenses. I haven't spent it. Here, check it!"

"Oh," Sister Xu waved her hand:

"No, no, Xiao Zhang, this money is for entertaining Director Han with a meal. What, you didn't invite Director Han?"

"No,"

"Then, I can't take this money. You can keep it. If you have the chance, invite Director Han to dinner and thank him for me!"

"No, Sister Xu, I can't take this money."

We pushed and shoved each other for a while, and Sister Xu suddenly whispered:

"Xiao Zhang, you take this money first. I need your help with something!" After saying that, Sister Xu pointed her little finger at my forehead:

"Is this okay?"

"Oh," Sister Xu's tone became even more affectionate, warming my heart. That little finger made me incredibly excited, and my penis started swaying again.

"What is it, Sister Xu? Do you still need Director Han's help?"

"Of course, but I can't tell you now. I'll tell you slowly after work!"

Just as the closing bell rang, as I excitedly walked out of the office building, Sister Xu was already smiling, holding her small handbag, standing at the gate.

"Come on, Xiao Zhang, I'll treat you to dinner. Which restaurant should we go to? What do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine?"

"Whatever? What kind of dish is 'whatever'? Which restaurant serves 'whatever'?" I glanced at Sister Xu, and we exchanged a knowing smile. Then, as dusk settled, we walked side by side into a small alley.

"Xiao Zhang," Sister Xu said as we entered a cold noodle shop. She sat opposite me, took out a clean white handkerchief, and repeatedly wiped her delicate hands.

"I'm so sorry to trouble you all the time!"

"Don't mention it, I'm happy to serve you, sister!" My ever-restless nature began to reveal itself—my tendency to fawn over beautiful women.

"Oh," Sister Xu smiled sweetly at me,

"Really?"

"Really, Sister Xu, I'd be happy to help!"

"Thank you!"

"Sister Xu," I asked softly,

"Are you married?"

"Yes, ha, why?"

"Oh," I said, quite disappointed,

"Just asking, just asking!" For some reason, my face flushed red, and I lowered my head shyly. Sister Xu glanced at me furtively, her fragrant cheeks also blushing. I suddenly felt a strange, extremely unnatural feeling, and didn't know what to say next. After a long while, Sister Xu finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence:

"Sigh, Xiao Zhang, you should know the realities of society these days!"

"What realities, Sister Xu!"

"Diplomas, diplomas, Xiao Zhang, don't you know? Now you need a diploma for everything, it's almost become a diploma society!"

"Yes, that's right! I feel that way, you need a diploma for everything."

"Yes, if you want a promotion, you need a diploma; if you want a raise, you need a diploma too. Sigh, diploma, diploma, diploma, diploma..."

"Yes!"

"But," Sister Xu put her handkerchief on the table and spread out her white hands:

"But I don't have a diploma!"

"Hmm?" "

Xiao Zhang, I started working early and don't have a diploma, which is a big disadvantage for my future work!"

"Really?"

"So, in order to get a diploma, I had to study again. I enrolled in adult self-study programs!"

"Good, you're never too old to learn!"

"Hehe, what do you mean 'you're never too old to learn'? It's unavoidable. I'm so old, my memory is getting worse every day, but I still have to grit my teeth and memorize English words. I memorize and memorize, and when I wake up the next morning, sigh, I've forgotten them all. I haven't memorized a single word!"

"Hehe..."

"As a result, I barely passed all the other subjects in the adult self-study program, except for English, which I failed!"

"Oh!"

"I couldn't pass by studying, cramming, and memorizing by rote. In desperation, I asked someone to take the test for me, offering a small reward in return!"

"Hehe!"

"Don't laugh at me, I really had no other choice!"

"Well, you passed!"

"Hey, Xiao Zhang!" Sister Xu smiled bitterly, her face becoming even more endearing:

"If I had passed, I wouldn't be sitting here asking for your help!"

"What, you want me to take the test for you? Sister Xu, my English is pretty bad too!"

"No," Sister Xu continued,

"No, I'm not asking you to take the test for me. You can't anyway, you're a man!"

"Oh right, I forgot! I was only thinking about serving you, Sister. So, do you want Director Han to find someone to take the test for you?"

"No, Xiao Zhang, I've already found someone to take the exam for me. This is the last year, and if I fail again, I'm finished; my diploma will be completely gone. So, I've made thorough preparations for this adult make-up exam. I spent a lot of money hiring an English expert; we even signed an agreement and negotiated the price. Also, if she fails me, she has to compensate me for my losses!"

"Ha..."

"But, the exam rules have suddenly become stricter this year. Originally, I had already found someone, pulled some strings, and even found out my exam location beforehand. I even got in touch with the school principal through connections. But yesterday, the principal suddenly informed me that the exam rules are particularly strict this year, and she doesn't have the authority to get the person taking the exam for me into the exam room. This...sigh, I'm so worried! Xiao Zhang, could you talk to Director Han and see if he can find a way to get the person taking the exam for me into the exam room?" "

Okay, I'll talk to him when I get to work tomorrow!"

"Thank you, Xiao Zhang!"

"You're welcome. I'm happy to help!"

12-09 Chapter Thirty.

The next morning, as soon as I entered the office, I said to Han Dalabao in a friendly tone,

"Director Han! It's been a long time since I've had a drink. It's the weekend, would you like to have a drink?"

"Ah," Han Dalabao seemed a little surprised. Yes, ever since Han Dalabao refused to help me with that matter for Sister Xu because he didn't get the money, I had ignored him. I even glared at him fiercely behind his back and made faces at him. Once, I even saw Han Dalabao engrossed in reading the newspaper. I quietly slipped behind him as soon as I entered the office, stretched out my hands, gritted my teeth, and made a gesture as if to strangle him. The colleagues who were working saw this and covered their mouths to laugh secretly. Hearing the laughter, Han Dalabao suddenly raised his head. He seemed to realize that I was teasing him from behind. His small, nearsighted eyes stared at me for a long time, making me very embarrassed. Today, when I invited him for drinks, Han Dalabao was both surprised and flattered:

"Hmm, ah, ha, okay, okay, Xiao Zhang, where should we go for a drink?"

"Whatever you want!"

"Let's go!" Han Dalabao put down his teacup and picked up his hat:

"Let's go, there's a restaurant that serves really special food, let's go."

"Director Han, it's good to drink right after work, let's drink after work!"

"It's alright, it's the weekend, nothing much to do. I have things to do tonight, let's go, let's go for a drink!"

"Hmm, ah, ha," Han Dalabao ordered a few of his best stir-fried dishes, and then happily picked up his glass. We clinked glasses, and after drinking half a glass of baijiu, I said to Han Dalabao:

"Director Han, there's something I'd like to ask you for help with?"

"Oh," Han Dalabao said with relish:

"What is it, Xiao Zhang? I'll do my best to help you with anything I can. That last thing was really too difficult..."

"Yes, I know, Director Han, this isn't too difficult!"

"What is it?"

"One of my colleagues is taking the adult self-study exam, but for some reason, she failed English twice in a row. This is her last year, and if she fails again, she'll have trouble getting her diploma. So, she's asking Director Han for help!"

"How can you help?"

"She found someone to take the exam for her, and she's asking you to find a way to get that person into the exam hall!"

"Oh," Director Han pondered for a moment, then scratched his bald head:

"Hmm, ah, ha, let me try." He pulled out his cell phone:

"Hello, hello, hello, oh, hello, hello, it's like this, there's something I need, do you think you can handle it?...

After hanging up the phone, Han the Loudmouth, in a businessman's tone, quoted me a price:

"I've made some inquiries, it's about right, Xiao Zhang. You know how it is these days, everything costs money. Without money, nothing gets done. This matter, if done well, will cost at least several thousand yuan!"

Wow, how greedy! For such a small thing as taking an exam for someone else, he dares to ask for so much money. I thought about it and didn't dare to make the decision for Sister Xu so easily. So, I said to Han the Loudmouth:

"Director Han, can I borrow your phone for a moment? I'll explain the situation and ask if they'll do it at this price!"

"Okay, here you go, make the call!" I took the laptop and went to the hotel corridor, dialed the number of the unit's accounting office. Hearing my report, Sister Xu scolded softly, then said:

"Do it!"

"Okay, got it!" I went back into the room:

"Director Han, I've asked, okay, just do it!"

"Then, tell me her exam number and exam room!"

"Here," I hurriedly handed over the note Sister Xu had given me. Han the Loudmouth took it and glanced at it:

"Oh, isn't this our company's Accountant Xu?"

"Yes," I replied truthfully; there was no way to hide it.

"Hehehe," Han the Loudmouth suddenly perked up:

"I'll do anything for Accountant Xu, even if it means bowing my head down! Xiao Zhang," a string of drool suddenly dripped from the corner of Han the Loudmouth's greasy mouth:

"Xiao Zhang, call Accountant Xu and ask her to come over. Why don't you ask her directly? What's your relationship?"

"A comrade relationship!"

"Then why doesn't she just ask me directly?"

"Hmm," I muttered to myself: Sister Xu thinks you're too lecherous and doesn't want to associate with you! But outwardly, I said,

"Sister Xu is a bit embarrassed! So, she asked me to ask you on her behalf!"

"Oh, Accountant Xu is really something, so easily embarrassed. Let her come, let her come! How can you take money when doing things for Accountant Xu? Let Accountant Xu come, I'll do everything I can to save her money!"

Han the Loudmouth shoved his laptop into my hand without giving me a chance to say anything:

"Call her, tell her to come!"

With no other option, I went back into the corridor:

"Sister Xu, Director Han wants you to come over for a meal!"

"Well," Sister Xu hesitated, and I whispered,

"Sister Xu, come on over. Han the Loudmouth said he won't take a single penny from you when he does things for you. So, you have to give him some face, have a drink with him, it's no big deal!"

"Okay, I'll ask for leave and come over!"

"Ah--," as Sister Xu walked into the restaurant with a smile, Han the Loudmouth's round, fat face immediately flashed with a bored, lewd look, his two small eyes radiating a burning light:

"Hmm, ah, ha," he grabbed Sister Xu's small hand:

"Little Xu, come, come, sit here, sit here!"

"Director Han!" Sister Xu's hand gently struggled to break free from Han Dalaba's fat palm, but Han Dalaba showed no intention of letting go:

"Director Han, I'm so sorry to have troubled you!"

"Hey, don't be polite, I'm honored to be able to do something for Little Xu!" After saying that, Han Dalaba pressed Sister Xu down to sit next to him and poured her a full glass of beer:

"Little Xu, for our friendship, come on, cheers!"

"Cheers," Sister Xu reluctantly raised her glass, and Han Dalaba then ordered me:

"Little Zhang, you have to sponsor a glass too!"

"No problem!"

"Ah," after downing a glass of beer, Han Dalaba stared lecherously at Sister Xu's face, watching until she blushed and lowered her head, Han Dalaba flattering her without any attempt to hide it:

"Little Xu is so beautiful!" As he spoke, Han the Loudmouth's gaze lingered on Sister Xu's face, drool dripping from his lips.

"Ah, so beautiful, such a blessed face! Look," Han the Loudmouth placed his finger on Sister Xu's forehead,

"Little Zhang, look, how beautiful Little Xu's eyebrows are! So shiny, thick and long. Little Zhang, do you know what kind of eyebrows these are?"

"No!"

"Let me tell you, these are longevity eyebrows. Little Xu, you will live a long life."

"Hehe," Sister Xu shrank back,

"Director Han, why live so long? Isn't it tiring? Life gets boring after fifty, especially for women!"

"Hmm, ah, ha!" Han the Loudmouth grabbed Sister Xu's slender hand again.

"Little Xu, you can't say that! Life is so good, so joyful! Ah, life is so good! I haven't lived enough! Little Xu, you're not only beautiful, but your hands are even more beautiful! Look!" Han the Loudmouth, like a fortune teller, grasped Sister Xu's slender hand and explained earnestly:

"This line, it's a wealth line, so long! Little Xu, your fortune is very good! You'll have great wealth in the future!"

"Really?"

"Yes, I'm absolutely not making this up. In recent years, I've suddenly developed a strong interest in the I Ching, physiognomy, and divination. Whenever I have free time, I'm engrossed in studying divination books. Little Xu, your fortune is very good!"

"Hehe, but, Han the Loudmouth, I'm dirt poor right now. I want to renovate my house, but I just don't have the money!"

"Don't worry, your fortune will come sooner or later, Xiao Xu. Small money is earned, big money is determined by fate. Destiny has destined you to have such great wealth in the future!" Han the Loudmouth said, his fat hand lewdly caressing Sister Xu's palm, his eyes fixed on it. His disgusting behavior was like a greenbottle fly that had been living in a latrine all day suddenly smelling a delicious aroma and rushing over, landing on the hand and refusing to let go:

"Ah, such delicate hands, such white hands, such tender hands, um, ah, ha, Xiao Xu, do you understand? This line is a children's line. Judging from the line, you will have a son and a daughter in the future!"

"Hehehe," Sister Xu grinned:

"But I don't have a child yet!"

"I mean in the future, what the line shows!"

"In the future, that's impossible, right? The family planning policy is so strict now, you can only have one child!"

"Hmm, ah, ha, that's true. If it weren't for the one-child policy, you'd have a son and a daughter!"

"Sigh, forget it, Director Han. Even without the one-child policy, I don't want children. Two? I don't want any. It's too tiring. Raising a child requires so much worry!"

"..."

Han the Loudmouth, that fly that can't stay still around women, ignored me completely. He fawned over Sister Xu like a lapdog, grabbing her hand and patting her forehead, making her dodge and weave.

"Xiao Zhang, go," Han the Loudmouth said to me,

"go buy me a pack of cigarettes!"

"Waiter," I called out,

"go buy me a pack of cigarettes!"

"No, Xiao Zhang, don't bother the waiter, go yourself!"

Good heavens, what a lecherous man! He's using buying cigarettes as an excuse to get rid of me. I'm in Han Dalaba's way, preventing him from making any big moves on Sister Xu. Looking at the helpless Sister Xu, I hesitated. Sister Xu understood Han Dalaba's intention and hurriedly called out,

"Waiter, buy a pack of cigarettes!" Then, she said to Han Dalaba,

"Oh dear, Director Han, it's getting late. I have to go home to cook for my wife. Let's drink another day!"

"Hmm, ah, ha," Han Dalaba's lecherous face immediately showed a look of disappointment:

"Well, alright then, Little Xu, this Sunday, I'll treat you to drinks. You must do me the honor!"

"Okay," Sister Xu finally broke free from Han Dalaba's large hand.

On Sunday noon, Sister Xu called me, asking me to accompany her to drink with Han Dalabao:

"I really can't do anything with him, this Han Dalabao is so persistent! If I ask him for a favor, he'll make me treat him today, and tomorrow he'll ask me to dinner. Ugh, I just can't handle him! Xiao Zhang, come with me!"

"But, Sister Xu, Han Dalabao invited you! Can I go?"

"Xiao Zhang, don't you understand what I mean? With you there, Han Dalabao won't dare to lay a hand on me..."

"Oh, I understand, I understand, I understand!"

Sister Xu and I arrived at the restaurant as agreed. As we entered the lobby, Sister Xu very proactively took my arm:

"Xiao Zhang, I'll pretend to be nice to you, let's see if this Han Dalabao will still bother me!"

"Sister Xu, if we do that, Han Dalabao will get jealous, and in a fit of anger, he might not help you! I guarantee he'll do it!"

"Hehe, I just want to annoy him, that old lecher, doesn't he even know his own worth? He walks with a trembling gait, and drools the moment he speaks, he's disgusting! Me, be with him? No way, I'd rather die than do it!"

"Hmm," as I expected, when Sister Xu and I walked hand-in-hand into the private room, seeing us all so affectionate and laughing, Han Da La La was very uncomfortable. He adjusted his glasses and coldly muttered to me,

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh," my face darkened, and I turned to leave:

"Hmm? I shouldn't have come? Fine, I'm leaving!"

"Xiao Zhang," Sister Xu hurriedly grabbed my arm:

"No, don't go! If you leave, I won't eat either!" Then, she turned to Han Da La La:

"Director Han, what you said isn't quite right, it's so rude!"

"Hmm, ah, ha," Han Da La La also felt it was a bit much, lacking basic manners.

"Just kidding, just kidding... don't take it seriously!"

The meal was extremely awkward. There was no more casual banter or toasting. Finally, seeing that there was no hope of easing the tension, Han Dalaba got up to leave:

"Um, ah, ha, someone's looking for me tonight, I should go home. You two keep drinking!"

After returning to work, when I met Han Dalaba again in the office, we had to exchange a perfunctory greeting before going about our own business, neither of us wanting to say another word. And from that day on, no matter how much Sister Xu invited me, I refused to accompany her to Han Dalaba's banquets again.

"Sigh," it was time to leave work again. As I hurriedly walked out of the office building, Sister Xu stopped me with a worried

look: "Xiao Zhang, why are you walking so fast? Don't you have time? Let's go outside and chat!" Sister Xu forced a smile and glanced at me, her thin lips giving me a charming look, which made me start to have all sorts of wild thoughts again:

"Okay, I'm willing to do my best for you, let's go, let's chat!"

We walked out of the Blue Sky Cinema again and sat shoulder to shoulder in a small private room in the last row of the screening room. Neither of us was in the mood to watch the movie. I quietly asked:

"Sister Xu, how did Han Dalaba handle that matter for you?"

"It's over, it fell through!" Sister Xu sighed sadly:

"It's not going to work out, Xiao Zhang. I wanted to talk to you about this. What am I going to do? Ugh--, ugh--, ugh--," Before she could finish speaking, Sister Xu suddenly covered her nose and started sobbing.

"What's wrong, Han the Loudmouth? He won't do it for you?"

"No, he... he can't do it!"

"Sister Xu, Han the Loudmouth is just making excuses for you. Does he want money but is too embarrassed to ask?"

"No, Xiao Zhang," Sister Xu muttered quietly,

"I even agreed to that other thing for him to do this!"

"Ah--," Sister Xu's words shocked me into silence:

"Sister Xu, you--?"

Chapter Thirty-One

"No, no, Xiao Zhang," Sister Xu hurriedly explained, looking at my stunned expression,

"Xiao Zhang, no, no," Sister Xu's face grew redder as she spoke. She wiped away her tears and gave me a pitiful look. My gaze was fixed on her face, and our eyes met. Her tearful eyes gave me a deep, affectionate wink, and I felt a surge of jealousy. Incredibly, I started cursing:

"Good, good, good, you bigmouth Han! You've finally achieved your goal, you've finally gotten your reward! Oh, my poor Sister Xu, your body has been defiled by this old lecher! I, I, Sister Xu, do you know, even though you're married, I still secretly love you."

"Oh dear, Xiao Zhang, don't get excited, look what you've said!" Hearing my words, Sister Xu's face flushed red, and she said in a panic,

"Xiao Zhang, you, hey, let me explain slowly!" Sister Xu's face was so hot it could cook an egg. I was filled with regret; I was too rash. How could I have so easily revealed my thoughts? Sister Xu dared not meet my fiery gaze any longer. She lowered her head, her hands aimlessly fiddling with her clothes:

"Xiao Zhang, listen to me slowly. For this diploma, for my future prospects, I've really gone all out, I don't care about anything else. That old fox Han, he talks a good game, but don't believe him when he says he won't take a penny for my services. Today he makes you treat him, tomorrow he makes you treat him, we eat out almost every day, each meal costing at least a hundred or two hundred yuan. If you think about it, not only have I not saved money, but I've actually spent more. Sigh, that's not all, Han is getting more and more demanding, no longer satisfied with just touching and probing, he actually had the audacity to ask me to do 'that' with him!"

"You did it?"

"No, I couldn't refuse, so I told him: 'Director Han, if you handle this matter for me, I'll agree to that favor!' Han, the big-mouthed one, was overjoyed and patted his chest, guaranteeing: 'Don't worry, I'll take care of it! But, Xiao Xu, you can't go back on your word!'" Sister Xu's face showed worry again:

"I was desperate back then. I've been through this before, and for the sake of my diploma, I was shameless. I was mentally prepared to sleep with him. But, with the exam date fast approaching, there was still no progress. I kept going to Han the Elder to urge him, and he kept saying, 'It's okay, it's okay. Xiao Zhang, the exam starts next Monday.' Today at work, I went to Han the Elder again, but his face darkened: 'Xiao Xu, I'm sorry, I really can't do it for you.' Sigh, what am I supposed to do when things are so dire! That old bastard Han the Elder, that lecherous old man, if he can't do it, he should have told me earlier so I could be prepared and think of another way. But now... oh--, oh--, oh--, oh--, ..." As she spoke, Sister Xu choked up again. I mustered my courage and put my arms around Sister Xu's slender, white legs:

"Sister, don't cry, don't worry, don't get upset, there will be a way, there will be bread!"

Sister Xu obediently rested her head on my shoulder:

"Xiao Zhang, what time is it? You're still joking, what am I going to do? Eh--, eh--, eh--..."

"Sister," I suddenly thought of Lao Du, so I patted Sister Xu's back:

"I'll think of a way for you!"

"Oh," Sister Xu suddenly raised her tear-streaked face:

"Xiao Zhang, can you find someone to contact?"

"Almost, Sister Xu, I just met a friend. Although we haven't known each other for long, I feel that he's quite influential. In society, in terms of interpersonal relationships and connections, he's second only to Han Dalaba, not inferior to him, really, Sister Xu!"

"Really?" A hopeful smile flashed across Sister Xu's face, mixed with the still-flowing tears. I saw it and felt that Sister Xu was even more adorable:

"Tomorrow, I'll try to find him, Sister, I will definitely do my best!"

"Thank you, Xiao Zhang,"

"You're welcome, I'm happy to serve you, sister!"

"Hehe!" Sister Xu hugged my neck tightly, and I took the opportunity to press my cheek against her jade-like face. Sister Xu turned her face away sweetly, and I could no longer control myself.

I pressed my thick lips deeply against Sister Xu's fragrant, steaming lips. Sister Xu silently closed her eyes, and slowly opened her mouth to kiss me for a long time. I probed my tongue deeply into Sister Xu's mouth, stirring it repeatedly, splashing a clear, pure ripple. I breathed heavily, swallowing Sister Xu's saliva as if drinking wine. Sister Xu cooperated very well, moving her thin, smooth tongue with great interest, tracing the tip of my tongue, sending waves of pleasure that excited me. I quietly slid my hand between Sister Xu's legs. Sister Xu instinctively contracted her legs, her lower abdomen trembling violently. But soon, she obediently parted her thighs, and my hand finally explored her private parts. By touch, I felt that Sister Xu's pubic hair was quite thick and covered a large area, extending from her lower abdomen all the way to her buttocks, and even the groin of her thighs were covered with a thick patch. Wow, I thought to myself: Did my hand touch the Inner Mongolian grasslands?

I immediately became excited and tried to undo Sister Xu's belt, but she pushed me away:

"Xiao Zhang, no, don't do anything rash, someone will see!"

"No, sister,"

"No," Sister Xu pressed her wet lips to my ear:

"Sometime, when there's a chance, when my lover isn't home, we'll go to my house, oh, listen to me, I promise you!" At the mention of going to her house, Sister Xu's face immediately lit up with boundless longing. She tilted her beautiful face up, her words filled with captivating poetry:

"Ah, my dear Xiao Zhang, in that cozy bedroom, just the two of us, we'll close the curtains, the bright sunlight gently filtering through the thin fabric, illuminating the stripes of the window frame, reflecting off the soft, comfortable bed, a dark red lamp shining on the bedside table, the stereo playing flowing piano music… ah, the whole room exudes a hazy beauty, making love in such an environment is truly filled with unparalleled bliss, ah…"

"But," at this moment, I had no leisure to indulge in romantic fantasies, nor time to imagine any hazy beauty. My penis was so swollen it was about to burst, and I was passionately digging into Sister Xu's vagina, hidden beneath her thick pubic hair:

"But, sister, I can't take it anymore!"

"Then," Sister Xu said readily,

"Come on, let me help you wash it by hand!"

"Wash it by hand?" I looked at Sister Xu in confusion. Sister Xu had already skillfully unbuckled my belt and taken out my hot, hard penis. Sister Xu lowered her head, her slender fingertips gently manipulating my penis, her two bright eyes carefully examining it in the darkness:

"Are you a virgin?"

"No," I answered frankly.

"Hehe," Sister Xu chuckled at me, her smooth, delicate fingers pinching and kneading my penis with an expert touch. Her sharp fingertips frequently brushed against my dark brown foreskin, while her little finger gently scratched my scrotum, which was covered in black hair.

"Ugh--, ugh--, ugh--,..."

I couldn't help but moan softly. My fingers continued to probe Sister Xu's vagina, which I had already ravaged and was now overflowing with moisture. Sister Xu's massage became faster and faster, and my whole body trembled violently, my waist arching straight up. Sister Xu kept her head down, massaging and kneading while staring at my penis. I suddenly pressed her head down, and Sister Xu, caught off guard, immediately pressed her tear-streaked face against my penis. I nudged my penis, using body language to signal to Sister Xu: Take it in your mouth!

"Oh--," Sister Xu didn't resist. She shifted her body to lower herself, and then deeply took my penis into her mouth, sucking it with extreme professionalism:

"Oh, it's so hard!" Sister Xu exclaimed:

"Your penis is really big!"

Hehe, I thought to myself: Big? Well, it depends on who you compare it to. Compared to Lao Du's thing, my poor penis is a whole size smaller.

My penis, inserted in Sister Xu's mouth, felt waves of unprecedented pleasure. The tighter Sister Xu sucked, the stronger the pleasure became. I kept urging Sister Xu:

"Sister, hurry, hurry, hurry and lick! I, I, I can't take it anymore!"

"That's fast enough, what more do you want from me, you little rascal!"

"Wow," I pulled my finger out of Sister Xu's vagina and put it in my mouth, sucking it with smacking sounds. Sister Xu's vaginal fluid was completely different from Sister Yin's. Perhaps because her pubic hair was too thick and heavy, Sister Xu's vaginal fluid emitted a pungent, fishy smell. When I sucked it into my throat, I choked and sneezed uncontrollably. Continuing to suck, I tasted a strong spicy flavor, as if I had unintentionally chewed a fiery chili pepper. My entire tongue was instantly intoxicated and numb. I coughed dryly, and tears welled up in my eyes.

I pulled my finger out of my mouth, held it to my eyes, and examined it carefully in the dim light of the film. Then, I brought it to my nose and smelled it: so fishy, so pungent, so spicy! I was quite puzzled: in the past, when I sat side by side with Sister Xu, from her simple clothes and her snow-white and voluptuous breasts, there always emanated a pure and unadorned body odor that was pleasing to my eye, making me fantasize: Ah, so fragrant, Sister Xu's body smells so good, when will I have the honor of admiring her charming body?

But I never dreamed that Sister Xu's vaginal fluid would disappoint me so much. I dared not taste it anymore. However, curiosity compelled me to insert my fingers into Sister Xu's vagina again, and after probing and poking around a bit, I put my fingers, covered in vaginal fluid, into my mouth to taste it again: Wow, my God, the taste was even spicier, to the point that it completely numbed my mouth and tongue. The feeling was exactly the same as when the doctor gave me anesthesia when I had a polyp burning my throat in my childhood. Hehe, it seems that Sister Xu's vaginal fluid has a special use: it can be used as an anesthetic. If that's really the case, this patent should belong to me.

"Oh--, oh--, oh--,..." My fingers stirred Sister Xu's vagina with great effort, making Sister Xu moan softly while giving me oral sex. My fingers inserted into Sister Xu's vagina felt something new. Every time my fingers touched her labia, I felt a rough and hard sensation: Hmm? Why are Sister Xu's labia so hard? I pulled my finger out and deliberately tugged at Sister Xu's labia. Sister Xu's labia seemed to be very long and large, not only much harder than Sister Yin's labia, but also felt very thick. I could even feel some small bumps.

"Wow!" I was just wondering what Sister Xu's genitals looked like when she suddenly bit my penis head. I couldn't help but cry out and swayed. Sister Xu released her teeth and began to lick my penis head with her tongue. At the same time, she grabbed my penis with both hands and rubbed it hard, making it feel numb and tingling, almost sparking. I couldn't control myself anymore. I straightened my back, clenched my teeth, and my body trembled violently. Whoosh—my penis, which had been engorged for almost a week, erupted like a volcano, releasing its pent-up semen.

"Cough—cough—cough—…"

Sister Xu pushed my penis away, moved her head to the chair, and poured out the sticky semen onto the floor. Then, she took out a small handkerchief and wiped it repeatedly. After a long while, she finally raised her flushed face, wiping the remnants of semen from her lips, and feigned anger as she complained,

"How could you be so naughty? You didn't even tell me you were going to ejaculate..."

"Hehe, sister, don't blame me, I like it this way," I said, still wanting more, as I hugged Sister Xu and pressed my still-numbed lips to hers, which she hadn't wiped clean. I licked my semen:

"Wow, it smells so good..."

"Go away, go away," Sister Xu pushed me away:

"You little rascal, you seem so refined on the surface, but I never expected you to be so lewd!"

"Hehe..." I smiled mischievously.

"Tell me," Sister Xu, who had just been so gentle, affectionate, and docile like a lamb, suddenly turned serious and grabbed my collar:

"Tell me, tell me honestly, how many women have you slept with!"

"No, no, not many!" I stammered.

"Hmph," Sister Xu pinched my nose hard with her slender hand:

"From now on, you're mine. I have to keep an eye on you and never let you mess around with other women again!"

Sigh, I inwardly groaned: God, what kind of fate is this? Why do I always encounter such capricious, somewhat hysterical people? Old Du was already enough to give me a run for my money, and now, here comes another one.

"Xiao Zhang," after pinching my nose, Sister Xu started twisting my ear hard:

"From now on, if I see you chasing other women again, I'll never forgive you. You'll see!"

My goodness, listen to this, everyone listen to this! "You'll see!" Sister Xu's temper is so similar to Old Du's, even her word choice is so alike. These two clowns, I wonder how I'll deal with them. I stared blankly at Sister Xu, who had suddenly become like a shrew, inwardly groaning. Once upon a time, Accountant Xu, who always wore a kind and approachable smile and kept a respectful distance from all the men in the workplace, whom I deeply respected and admired, and whom I treated like an older sister, was like a fleeting, unpredictable summer cloud. One minute she was alluring and captivating, and you were completely infatuated with her. The next, she inexplicably darkened, revealing a terrifying darkness. Before I could even understand what was happening, a torrential downpour began to pour down on my head, leaving me dizzy and disoriented, unable to resist or find any refuge. I grimaced, struggling in agony, watching Sister Xu pinching my nose and twisting my ears. I couldn't help but recall the pungent smell of her vaginal fluid: was the choking odor of Sister Xu's vaginal fluid directly related to her fiery temper? Alas, I haven't studied medicine, and I know absolutely nothing about biology. Let those great, incredibly dedicated, and omnipotent scientists research and explore this!

"Hehe," suddenly, the rain stopped, and the dark clouds magically transformed back into lovely white. Sister Xu's usually cold face broke into a precious smile. She released my ear and threw herself into my arms, her slender hands tenderly rubbing my cheeks, nose, and ears:

"Little darling, does it hurt?"

"No," was I dreaming? I shook my head. No, it wasn't a dream. If it wasn't a dream, was this a drama? Sister Xu's performance was exactly like Old Du's! First, a furious outburst, then a sudden change of tone, becoming incredibly gentle—it was truly both laughable and exasperating.

"Sister Xu," looking at Sister Xu, who had warmed up in my arms again, I asked stupidly,

"Sister, what happened to you just now? You scared me to death!"

"Hehe," Sister Xu raised her face and patted my cheek, giving her performance the most apt analogy:

"Hehe, this is called, first hitting you with a big stick, then giving you a sweet date! Hehe,..." Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but stick out my tongue:

"Haha,..."

...

Chapter Thirty-Two

"Big Brother," The next day was a rest day. As soon as I got up in the morning, I rushed to find Lao Du and invited him to a small restaurant:

"Big Brother, it's been a while since we drank together. I missed you so much!"

"Oh," Lao Du looked at me mischievously:

"You really missed me?"

"Really, I'm not lying, Big Brother," I suddenly remembered the Arirang incident:

"Big Brother, you were the one who ordered Arirang to be punished, weren't you?"

"No," Lao Du shook his head slyly, puffing out a small smoke ring:

"No, I was just talking nonsense, that's too mean, bro!" Old Du's round face showed displeasure:

"What makes you think I did it, huh? If Arirang accidentally caught fire, would you also think I set it off?"

"No, no, brother, that's not what I meant, don't misunderstand. I was thinking, on the day of the meal, Arirang was asking for help, and you were there too. How did they find you? Didn't they say they didn't know you?"

"Oh, I see, bro, let me tell you, it's like this?" Old Du began to recount the story in a serious tone:

"Arirang was raided, by the city police's investigation team. Didn't you see that tall, broad-shouldered guy with a big head at the dinner? He's my friend. Arirang people invited him to dinner to celebrate, and my friend asked me to join them. Isn't that normal? But when I entered, oh dear, we'd met before! It was a misunderstanding. Why are we messing around like this? So, the Arirang people wanted to return my money. I said, 'That money isn't mine. If you want it returned, return it to its owner.' Then I called you and had them return the money to you personally!"

"Oh, I see. I saw that guy. He seems pretty powerful. The Arirang people were all very polite to him, calling him 'Big Brother'!"

"Impressive," Old Du continued,

"Impressive, more than impressive. Do you know what he does?"

"A policeman!" "

A criminal investigator!" Old Du exclaimed.

"That kid, he'll do anything. I always thought I was pretty daring, but I never imagined he was so much bolder than me. It seems like there's nothing he wouldn't do. Hey bro, you know about that case in our city last year, the one involving XXX?"

"A little. It was a huge scandal. A mob boss escaped from prison!"

"Right, but do you know who the informant was? Do you know who let him out?"

"No, I don't know."

"It was that group, and this kid was one of them!"

"Ah," I exclaimed, my eyes widening,

"Then, he wasn't punished? How come he's still a cop?"

"Hmph," Old Du scoffed.

"Punishment? Punishment for what? As long as you spend the money right, anything can be settled. In this world, money is everything. Money can make the devil turn the millstone. Brother, do you know how much money this kid spent to cover up that secret release of the criminal?"

"No!"

"This," Old Du held out his big hand to me, waving his five fingers provocatively:

"This!"

"Fifty thousand!" I asked.

"No," Old Du's lips twitched slightly:

"Multiply by two!"

"One hundred thousand, wow, he's so rich!"

"Hehe," Old Du lowered his large hand and tossed his cigarette butt on the floor:

"That won't do either, it hurts too. He's borrowed from all sides, and his mistress has scraped together a lot of money for him!"

"The pretty woman sitting next to him that day at dinner?"

"Yeah, pretty? She's all just dressed up. But the girl's pretty good. Damn, I wonder if I'll ever meet a woman like that when I'm in trouble, someone who'd genuinely help me out and bleed me dry in a pinch!"

I muttered to myself: Probably not!

"As long as you spend the money properly, there's nothing you can't solve. Look at the others; because they didn't pay enough, they all lost their police uniforms and had to go home and take care of their kids!" "

Heh, looks like money is omnipotent!"

"Not omnipotent, brother. You don't understand. There's a crucial issue here. This guy did let the prisoner go, but he didn't take a single penny from him. He's usually ruthless, but this time, for some reason, he didn't take the bribe, and that saved him. Heh heh, if he had taken the money, no matter how much he spent, it would have been useless. He'd be off the police uniform and out having fun! Now, this guy's finished. Although he's still a cop, he's not very capable anymore. If this hadn't happened, he would have been promoted long ago!"

"Ha…"

"To settle this, this guy's basically a gangster. He's been short of money for over a year, desperately needing it. What to do? Think of a way…"

"What's he thinking of?"

"Making money, of course. He'll do anything, even go to the famine, to make money. He's setting up trails everywhere. As soon as he hears of a gambling den or a brothel, he heads straight there, catches the culprit on the spot, and then," Old Du vividly mimed a grabbing gesture, "

"then, count the money… and release them!"

"Wow!"

"Hehe," Old Du gave me a sly smile,

"Sometimes, when there's really no target, this kid, sigh, he'll do anything. No gambling dens to raid, no prostitutes or clients to grab, he's thirsty, still thirsty, what to do?"

"Yeah, what to do?"

"Hehe," Old Du's face showed disdain,

"when all else fails, he'll have his mistress personally go fishing!"

"Wow," I exclaimed,

"My God, he's even willing to risk his own woman for money!"

"Phew!" Old Du put his finger to his lips and shushed me:

"What a load of bull, all fucking bullshit! Got nothing, spent a fortune, and didn't even get a hair on the coffin! This kid, who can fool him? Would he let someone else sleep with his girl? I figured the time was right, so I struck, took her right there, fucking took all the money, and then beat him up. Yeah, trying to hook up with my girl? I'll fucking rip you off!"

"That's so shady!"

"You get it? This is called 'spinning the mountain cannon'! Those who fall for it are all fucking scumbags, mountain donkeys! You think you can sleep with any woman just because you have a few coins in your pocket? In the end, you get nothing, a black eye and a swollen face, and are punished by being made to lie face down. Brother, this guy really did a lot of 'spinning' once. There was this guy, a guy from the inside doing business here, a bit of country bumpkin money, didn't know his place, got 'spinned' to a hotel, and they took him on the spot. They pulled eight thousand yuan out of his pocket. This guy was ruthless; not only did they confiscate all eight thousand yuan, but they also fined him three thousand. They wouldn't let him go until he paid. This guy knew businessmen had ammunition, so he made a phone call, and his partner obediently sent another three thousand yuan!" "

But, brother, this guy should have money. How did he become a black-skinned scumbag after spending a hundred thousand yuan on this?"

"Damn," Old Du sighed.

"That kid, besides eating, sleeping, and fucking, he never stops for a minute. How much money can keep up with his relentless hustle? Once the money's in his hands, it's gone in a flash!"

"He's always going to prostitutes!"

"No, someone like him, does he even need money to go to prostitutes? He gambles it all away!"

"Oh, he's really daring!"

"Damn," Old Du suddenly scratched his head:

"I have the nerve to say that about him? I've lost my fair share of gambling too, looking back now, I'm such a loser! Brother," Old Du said sincerely to me,

"You're good at cards, you'll have to do me a favor sometime!"

"What favor?"

"Last month, I gambled again, and I completely lost!"

"How much?"

"Hey, the amount doesn't matter, nobody had any cash on hand, it was all just money."

"Oh, I see, brother, it was all free money!"

"Yes, yes, but, brother, even though I didn't lose any cash, this, this, this is still a debt. When we meet again, if I don't give it to them, it just doesn't feel right... so, I thought of you. I'm pretty good at cards. One of these days, I'll invite them over, set up a game, and you, help me climb the ladder!"

"Okay, but," I became a little nervous,

"Brother, I've always played small stakes, I haven't experienced anything too big. I, I, I'm afraid I can't guarantee anything. If I lose, I'll be in trouble..."

"Don't be afraid, just play! Play the way you usually play!"

"Then, I'll do my best!" I thought the time was right, so I said,

"Brother, I have something I'd like to ask you for help with!"

"What is it?"

"My company's accountant, the one you helped her brother get a job, is taking adult self-study exams so she can get promoted later. But she keeps failing the English exam. This is her last year, and if she fails again, she won't get her diploma. She's trying to get someone to take the exam for her, so she wants you to help her get the substitute in!"

"Oh, what's your relationship? Why are you so willing to do things for her? Did you get this accountant in?"

"No, no," I denied.

"Get her in!" Old Du made a hole with his left hand and repeatedly poked his right index finger in and out:

"Get her in!"

"We'll talk about it later, brother. The exam starts on Monday, you have to help!"

"Money?" Old Du held out his large hand.

"No, I didn't bring any!"

"You didn't bring any, or you don't have any? Trying to ask me for nothing again?" Old Du said coldly.

"Brother, once it's done, I'll pay you exactly what you owe!"

"You mean it?"

"Definitely!"

"Okay, I'll give it a try!" With that, Lao Du grabbed his laptop and started making calls:

"Hey, hey, hey,"

"Hello, hello, hello,"

"Um, um, um," "

..."

"Alright, okay!" Lao Du slammed the laptop on the table:

"Settled!"

"Really?" I was a little skeptical. Han Dalaba had been working on Sister Xu's matter for so long without any progress, but Lao Du had settled it with just a few phone calls. Was that even possible?

"Don't believe me?" Lao Du countered:

"How did I handle that work matter? Did I mess it up? It's done, right?"

"Yes," I nodded!

"Damn, that's enough, aren't you? You want to try it yourself? See who dares to carve those five stamps for you, huh?" Old Du glared at me provocatively:

"Hmph, if you're not convinced, go ahead and carve them!"

"I'm convinced, I'm convinced, big brother, I'm convinced!"

"Well then, put your mind at ease, have a good drink, Monday, watch me!"

"Thanks, big brother!"

"Hey," Old Du gulped down a mouthful of wine, then mysteriously said to me:

"Get her!"

"Who?"

"Damn, duh, your company's accountant! Get her, not only can you have sex with her, but you'll also have money to spend!"

"She doesn't seem to have much money!"

"Damn, she's a greenhorn," Old Du chuckled:

"You're too green, you'll have to learn to walk your own path slowly, you're far from it! Which company's accountant is clean?"

"But, she's not the chief accountant, just an ordinary employee!"

"Same here, same here, all the same. Whether you're a leader, supervisor, or employee, everyone has their own way of making money. It's called 'Even the chickens don't pee, everyone has their own little tricks.'"

"But, brother, I... I don't seem to have any ways to make money."

"Well," Old Du said very seriously,

"then you can only blame yourself for not thinking," Old Du tapped my forehead with his fingertip,

"for not using your brain to think!"

"Hmm," I replied blankly,

"How can I think? I sit at my desk all day, writing according to the boss's orders, what ways could I possibly have to make money?"

"Then you can only say you're stupid."

Stupid? I muttered indignantly to myself: Stupid? If you were in my position, you try it and see how you make money.

"Alright, that's enough drinking," Old Du slammed his glass on the table.

"Come on, it's been so long, let's find some wild cunt to fuck!" With that, Old Du comically began thrusting his hips forward.

"Who are we looking for?" I asked.

"Damn, who else could it be but Old Yin!"

"Well," I hesitated, unwilling to watch Old Du roughly fondle my beloved Sister Yin. Old Du glanced at me.

"What's wrong?"

"It's boring!"

"Damn, what do you mean 'boring'? Let's play!"

"Sister Yin is too old!"

"Damn, an old cunt is dry and sweet, the more you chew, the better it tastes. Come on, hurry up, just thinking about Old Yin makes my dick hard!"

So, I reluctantly climbed into Old Du's car and headed towards Sister Yin's house!

"Ah--, Lao Yin, Lao Yin, what new tricks are we going to try today?"

Chapter Thirty-Three

"Brother," Lao Du said to me with a grin as he drove,

"Two people fucking one woman at the same time is pretty exciting, isn't it? I never felt this way before. Ever since that day when the two of us fucked Lao Yin together, I can't forget that night. Just thinking about you coming on top, me getting off, you getting off, me coming on top again, one after another, taking turns fucking Lao Yin, makes my heart race, and my big dick keeps bobbing its head..."

"Oh, really!" I replied absentmindedly, secretly cursing him in my heart: Damn, you scumbag! ...Alas, my poor Sister Yin, you're going to be roughly played with by Lao Du again!

"Ah," Old Du continued, savoring the memory:

"Ah, that was so much fun! You fucked Old Yin's old cunt, I fucked her big asshole, and then, with a 'plop,' I shoved it into her mouth, hahaha..."

"Beep beep beep, beep beep beep, beep beep beep..."

Suddenly, the cell phone on the front seat started beeping. Old Du finally shut his stinky mouth and picked up the phone:

"Hello, Wei? Oh, little sister, hehehe, hahaha, big brother misses you so much, wants to fuck you so much! What, what, what's up? Speak up, just say what you want to say, just say what you want to say, hahaha... Ah--, ah--, okay, I'll try. Little sister, how will you thank me after it's done? Hmm, okay, let's drink! I, I just finished drinking! Well, okay, fine, let's have another drink. Yes, let's review. Okay, you wait, I'm coming right now!" Old Du slammed the phone down:

"Hey bro, hehe, here comes the food, the best stuff delivered to your door!"

"What food? What good stuff?"

"Damn, what else could it be but a little slut? A little slut has come to your door on her own initiative, hahaha, bro, didn't you think Lao Yin's cunt was too old? Come on, let's go play with a tender little cunt!"

After saying that, he turned the car around and entered the crowded commercial street. Lao Du manipulated the steering wheel, turning left and right, and finally parked the car in front of a South Korean restaurant:

"We're here, let's go have some more drinks!"

A waitress dressed in South Korean traditional clothing enthusiastically led us to the door of a small private room. Lao Du reached out and opened the door. Hehe, the ornately decorated private room had a cute little heated floor, and in the center was a small square table with several dishes that were already half-eaten: dog meat stew with tofu, spicy snow fish, and stir-fried shredded vegetables. Two young women sat cross-legged around a square table. Seeing Old Du's large head pop in, one of the slightly plump women greeted him with a smile,

"Brother Du, come in quickly, please sit on the heated floor!"

"Oh—," Old Du exclaimed excitedly,

"How cozy! What a warm little heated floor! Hehe, you guys know how to enjoy life, finding a typical Korean restaurant!"

Old Du plopped down on the heated floor, then grabbed the slightly plump woman and said to me,

"Brother, this is my younger sister, Xiaolan. Who is she?" Old Du pointed to the other young woman and asked Xiaolan. Xiaolan replied,

"She's my best friend, Yang Kun!"

"Oh, hello, hello!"

"Hello, brother," the young woman addressed as Yang Kun stared at me for a long time. I was puzzled: why was this young lady paying so much attention to me? So I stared intently at her, and Yang Kun gave me a sweet smile:

"Big brother, you look just like my dad!"

"Oh," I was taken aback:

"Miss, I... look like your dad?"

"Yes, the face shape is very similar!"

"Hey, how's your dad, Miss?"

"He's dead!"

After the obligatory small talk, Xiaolan called the waiter and ordered two more dishes. As usual, the four of us downed three beers in one go. After a round of joking and teasing, the conversation finally got down to business. While pouring drinks for Lao Du, Xiaolan said,

"Brother Du, my friend Yang Kun recently made a deal. He got a batch of steel cylinders from inside the country and wants to sell them here. But we've been running around like crazy, our legs are worn out, and we just can't find a decent buyer. I had no choice but to ask you, Brother Du. Brother Du, you have to help me!"

"Hey!" Lao Du waved his hand dismissively, looking troubled. He glanced at the businesswoman Yang Kun he'd just met:

"Little sister, why don't you do some other business? What are you dreaming of, getting into the steel cylinder business?"

"What, brother, is it not okay?"

"Hey, hey!" Old Du grinned.

"Little sister, you're a local too, right?"

"Yes!"

"But don't you know? There are several factories around here that can produce gas cylinders. They're all professional state-owned factories. One of them is a military factory that used to produce aircraft parts, but now they've switched to making gas cylinders. I heard they're having trouble selling their products. They're so powerful, their production equipment and product quality are top-notch. Can the batch of gas cylinders you contacted compete with them? Can they sell as many as they have?"

"But, big brother, I haven't had much schooling, how would I know these things? I have a special relationship with that factory inside the pass. The price of the gas cylinders I contacted is quite cheap, the profit is huge!"

"Cheap? If it's not cheap, they won't sell them even better. Sigh, it's going to be difficult!"

"Brother Du," Xiaolan snuggled into Old Du's arms and started to act coquettishly.

"Brother Du, Brother Du, if it's not difficult, why would I bother you? I can handle it myself! Think of a way, help me make some money too!" As she spoke, Xiaolan's delicate hands kept stroking Old Du's face, and Old Du was immediately overjoyed.

"Sigh, well, I'll give it a try!" With that, Old Du pulled out his laptop and started frantically calling out to Xiao Ban to find sales channels:

"Hello, hello, hello..."

"Ah, ah, ah..."

"Hmm, hmm, hmm..."

"..."

"Sigh," Yang Kun suddenly sighed, muttering sadly in a low voice,

"It's not easy to do anything!"

"Yeah," I chimed in,

"In today's society, no matter what you want to do, you have to pull strings, go through back channels, treat people to meals, and give gifts. Otherwise, you can't get anything done!"

"Hmm," Yang Kun nodded in agreement, and the two of us quickly began to vent our frustrations about the various frustrating things in today's society in a competitive manner.

Yang Kun was in her early twenties, of medium build, much slimmer than Xiaolan. She had fair skin and a delicate face, with bright, sparkling eyes that held a charming sadness. When she smiled, her narrow eyebrows, small eyes, and thin lips revealed a captivating and alluring beauty.

"Hey, brother, don't talk about those upsetting things. Come on, have a drink!" Yang Kun smiled and offered me her glass. I quickly picked it up and downed a glass.

"Miss, you've got a good capacity for alcohol!"

"Hey, brother, you don't know, I drink when I'm upset!"

I stared curiously at Yang Kun's not-so-full breasts. She probably wasn't wearing a bra, and her small nipples were very noticeable as they pushed against her sheer top. Yang Kun seemed to notice me looking at her breasts and moved a hand to them shyly. I finally looked away and started chatting with Yang Kun about my ridiculous drinking experiences. Yang Kun said with deep sympathy,

"Yeah, brother, I often get drunk too, especially when I'm upset. I always get drunk. Once, I didn't know how much I drank. When I opened my eyes the next morning, I was lying in bed without even taking off my clothes. I was so confused, I couldn't remember how I got home!"

"Hehe, I've had the same experience. I was drinking so hard, but after sobering up, I couldn't remember how I got home, how I left the restaurant, or how I got home!"

"Damn," Lao Du hung up the phone and chimed in,

"It's the same for everyone. Several times, after drinking, I didn't know how I got home. The next day, I opened my eyes and thought, 'Hmm, how did I get home? Where's my car?' I rushed to the garage downstairs, opened the door, and there it was, parked perfectly fine, without any scratches or bumps!"

"Brother Du, how's the contact going?" Xiao Lan asked anxiously.

"Alright, all done!" Old Du put the phone down on the table:

"Tuozhi, come on, let's drink!"

"Really, Brother Du?"

"Little sister, do you think your brother would mess with you? Come on, have a drink with your brother. In a bit, we'll have some guests. Then you'll know what's going on!"

"Ah--," Xiaolan pounced on Old Du's face and gave him a kiss. Then, without hesitation, she downed a beer with Old Du.

Sure enough, about thirty minutes later, the waiter opened the door to the private room. A short, stout middle-aged man wearing glasses and carrying a small leather bag stood in the doorway. Old Du put down his wine glass and waved to him:

"Tiezi, come in, come in quickly, please get on the kang!" Old Du took the middle-aged man's hand and introduced him to us:

"This gentleman's surname is Feng. From now on, you can call him Old Feng. He's a leading cadre in the XX Oilfield Administration's office here. He has power, damn it," Old Du rolled his shrewd eyes at Old Feng, then gestured to the two female businesswomen:

"From now on, you two sisters should discuss any business related to gas cylinders with Old Feng. Hehe, don't ask how high his position is. A current official is more powerful than a current one. If he says a gas cylinder is qualified, it's qualified. If he decides to buy from a certain company, you buy from that company. Hehe, how about that? That's how much power he has!"

"Ah--," the two female businesswomen's eyes widened instantly, their beautiful faces shining with hope. Xiaolan added three more dishes:

"Waiter, bring a few more bottles of ice-cold beer!"

"Yes,"

"No," Yang Kun suddenly shouted:

"No, stop drinking that sour, pungent stuff all the time, come on, let's change things up!"

"What color?"

"White!"

With a clatter, a bottle of baijiu was pushed onto the square table. Old Du glanced at the label:

"Hehe, Erfang! Interesting!"

"Hehe," Yang Kun snapped open the bottle cap and grinned at Old Du:

"Erfang, yes, having a second branch is good!" "

Hehe," everyone exchanged knowing smiles. Yang Kun held the bottle and poured drinks for everyone in a very experienced manner:

"Come on, brothers, it's our first time meeting today. I hope you'll take good care of me in the future. Come on, brothers, let's have a drink to get acquainted! Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

Glug!

Glug!

Glug!

Glug!

Glug!

Five glasses of baijiu were simultaneously poured down the throats of five men and women. Yang Kun put down his glass and wiped his bright red lips:

"Ah, so spicy, so refreshing--,"

"Xiao Yang," I looked at Yang Kun in surprise,

"I never knew you could drink so much!" "

So-so, so-so!"

"Come on," I ordered another bottle of Erfang Baijiu,

"Come on, let's have another drink!"

"Cheers!"

Glug! Glug!

Glug!

Glug!

Glug!

Glug!

"Ah," Yang Kun's cheeks flushed slightly, her cute, narrow eyes gazing at me dreamily:

"Awesome--, awesome--, waiter, another one!"

"Ouch," Yang Kun cried out in a high-pitched voice, suddenly turning around and losing her balance, her alluring body tilting towards the floor below the kang (heated brick bed). I grabbed her left arm:

"Careful!"

"Hehe," Yang Kun turned her head, her eyes half-closed, and said with a grin:

"Thank you, otherwise I would have fallen off the kang. Thank you, brother, come on, let's have another drink!"

"Don't drink anymore!"

"Yang Kun, that's enough!"

"No, no, I want to drink, I want to drink more!"

"Then," I suggested:

"Let's change the color!"

"What color? What color?"

"Red, wine!"

"Okay--," Old Du muttered:

"What the hell are you guys doing today? Beer, baijiu, red wine, all mixed together, taking turns drinking. What the hell are you doing? Hmm, holding the Third Plenary Session of the 11th Central Committee?"

"Hahaha, good, beer and baijiu mixed together, wine to fill the gaps, fuck it, drink up, drink up, the Third Plenary Session!" I handed Yang Kun a bright red glass of wine, and we downed several glasses in a row. Yang Kun and I gradually became familiar with each other, and we stopped being so reserved. I simply pressed the glass to her lips:

"Cheers!"

Glug!

Glug!

Glug!

Glug!

Glug!

"Ah--," Yang Kun was completely drunk, her body leaning back like a rag doll. I held her tightly, and she leaned limply into my arms, grabbing an empty glass:

"Drink, drink, drink..."

"Come on!" Xiao Lan snatched the glass from Yang Kun's hand:

"Come on, calm down and rest, stop drinking!"

"No, no, I want to drink! Today, I met some big brothers, and the sales of the gas cylinders are promising! I'm happy, I want to drink, I want to drink more!" "

No, no," Xiao Lan said to Lao Du:

"Brother Du, don't mind her, she's just like that, she doesn't have a high alcohol tolerance, but she's stubborn!"

"Interesting, this little sister is quite interesting, quite amusing. Little sister, listen to your brother, stop drinking," Lao Du suggested to everyone:

"Stop drinking, everyone. I think you've all had enough. I'm drunk too. Let's go find a bathhouse, wash up, and sober up!"

"Okay, I agree!" Xiaolan nodded, understanding Lao Du's intention. She started to pay the bill:

"Waiter, check please!"

"Little sister," Lao Du patted Xiaolan's shoulder,

"Where to go after paying?"

"Big brother, whatever you want. Wherever you want to go, little sister will go with you!" Xiaolan said flatteringly.

"Alright, let's go to the usual place, the Golden Coast Bathhouse!" After saying that, Lao Du gave Xiaolan a lewd smile. Xiaolan understood and started to straighten her clothes.

"Brother," I asked anxiously,

"Are you sure you'll make it? Don't let the police catch you on the spot!"

"Damn, dare!" Old Du shouted arrogantly,

"The guys who arrest us aren't even born yet, they're still wriggling in their mothers' bellies!"

Old Du swaggered ahead, and I followed closely behind, embracing the completely drunk Yang Kun and two other people, swaying from side to side. Old Du jumped into the car, and we all followed one by one, still clinging to each other.

"Ah--," Yang Kun leaned against me, her small mouth reeking of alcohol,

"Drink, drink, drink, I want to drink more!"

"Hehe!" Looking at her drunken state, I chuckled softly. Hearing my laughter, Yang Kun opened her drunken eyes, and we stared at each other for a long time. I moved my lips to hers first, and Yang Kun didn't flinch, obediently opening her red lips. So, we hugged each other's heads and intertwined.

"Ah, big brother, you really look like my dad!"

"Damn," Old Du, the driver, saw me and Yang Kun passionately kissing in the rearview mirror and jokingly cursed,

"Damn, can't wait any longer, let's get to it!"

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