[Urban] Rogue Junior (Complete) - 7-9

07.

"Whoosh," as I listlessly pushed open the door to Sister Yin's dilapidated house, I saw her squatting at the counter, sweating profusely, cooking. Seeing me come in, she grinned at me, and I returned her wry smile:

"Sister Yin, where are the two kids?"

"It's the weekend, their grandma took them out to play!"

"Oh," I replied, then went straight into the house.

"Oh," there was that familiar small square table on Sister Yin's earthen bed. On the upper right corner of the table, a mobile phone, what's commonly called a "big brother phone," was prominently displayed. I knew the price of one: over ten thousand yuan! Han Dalaba also had one. Beside the table sat a burly, middle-aged man with a round, stern face. He wore an expensive suit, but due to alcoholism, the collar was casually pulled open, and his tie was ridiculously askew. He was sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed), chugging wine from his cup. Seeing me walk in, travel-worn, he paused, startled .

"You, who are you!"

"I, I, I'm Sister Yin's friend!"

"Oh!" The man put down his wine bowl, scrutinizing me with cold eyes. Hearing my words, he pondered briefly, then his bright eyes narrowed mischievously, a sly smirk playing on his lips, and he gave me a lewd, cold laugh:

"So that's how it is. Well then, please sit down!"

"Old Du!" Sister Yin cheerfully entered the room carrying a steaming plate of stir-fried dishes. She placed the dishes on the table, then took my hand and introduced me to the burly man:

"Old Du, this is my younger brother! His nickname is Xiao Li!"

"Hello," the burly man, whom Sister Yin called Old Du, extended his large, strong hand to me. I extended mine as well. Sister Yin pointed to Old Du and said,

"Young man, this is Old Du, a very capable man!"

"Hello, Brother Du!"

"What? A big shot, a big shot? Don't flatter me!" Old Du scooted closer to the kang (heated brick bed):

"Little brother, come here, get on the kang, come on, let's have a good drink!"

"Old Du," Sister Yin poured me some wine, continuing,

"My little brother here is quite something!"

"Hmph," Old Du, upon hearing this, picked up his wine cup, his large nostrils snorting coldly:

"Of course he's good, a young thing like that, how could he not be delicious!"

"Go away," Sister Yin's face flushed red:

"Go to hell, Old Du!"

"Hmph, buddy," Old Du grinned at me mysteriously:

"Little brother, aren't you right? What? Young things are always more popular!"

"You," Sister Yin jumped onto the kang and kept hitting Old Du's back, but Old Du's mouth still wouldn't shut up:

"Come on," Old Du stretched out his big hand to me again:

"Little Lianqiao, shake hands!"

“Old Du, go to hell…” Sister Yin’s face was as red as an apple. Old Du grinned at her:

“What, I call him Little Lianqiao, is that wrong?”

“Go to hell!” Sister Yin wiped the sweat from her forehead and sat down next to me:

“Little brother, does my cooking smell good?”

“Yes, yes!” I answered absentmindedly.

“Hmph,” Old Du lewdly:

“Sister’s little cunt smells even better, doesn’t it, Little Lianqiao!”

“Go to hell, Old Du, you’re never serious!” Old Du dodged Sister Yin’s blow and jumped to the ground with a thud:

“Little Lianqiao, you drink slowly first, I’m going out to purge the water and empty the place!”

“Sister Yin,” I watched Old Du walk out of the room, then asked Sister Yin:

“What does this Old Du do?”

“He,” Sister Yin said to me with an expression of utmost respect:

"Xiao Li, Lao Du was my elementary school classmate. Back then, he was a real fighter. No one in our school was afraid of him; he was famous for it. Even students from other schools were afraid of him. Just mentioning his name would send them running away. Xiao Li, to be honest, I was afraid of him too. After graduating from middle school, the government took care of my family's financial difficulties and assigned me to a construction company to cook in the canteen, while he went to the countryside. Later, I heard he joined the army, and after his discharge, he was assigned to a passenger transport company. Then, I heard he went into business and made a lot of money. In the years right after my husband died, during my most difficult time, Lao Du helped me a lot! You have to be honest, Xiao Li, he's a decent guy, not bad, just a bit short-tempered, but he's not a bad person at heart! Our relationship was broken for many years. A few days ago, I was selling cigarettes at the temple as usual when suddenly a luxury car pulled up beside my stall, and a head popped out and called out to me. The voice sounded familiar. I turned around and, to my surprise, it was him, Lao Du…"

“Oh dear,” Old Du jumped back onto the earthen bed:

“When I was peeing just now, I suddenly remembered, damn it, I haven’t fucked in half a month! I was wondering why my dick was so hard, turns out it’s hard!”

“Old Du,” Old Du’s words made Sister Yin even more embarrassed:

“Old Du, you, you, what are you thinking about all day long? You’re full of weird stuff, aren’t you? My little brother isn’t like you, he has serious business to attend to, and he’s very clever!”

“Is that so?” Old Du put down his wine glass and stared at me for a long time. Sister Yin said with no small amount of pride:

“I will never forget my little brother. Without my little brother, I can’t move into the new house!”

“Hmm!” Old Du still stared at me intently. Sister Yin quickly opened the cabinet on the bed and pulled out a few sheets of paper:

“Look, my relocation compensation, gas installation fee, and three years of heating fees were all paid for by my little brother, five thousand yuan, Lao Du!”

“Oh,” Lao Du picked up a piece of paper and looked at it carefully:

“Xiao Lianqiao,” then he gave me a thumbs up:

“Good for you, good for your guts!”

“Hey,” seeing the relocation agreement made me even more agitated. I muttered desperately:

“Yes, Sister Yin will soon be moving into her new house, and me? I’ll be moving into jail!”

“What?” Sister Yin asked in confusion:

“Xiao Li, what are you saying? What nonsense are you talking about? Ah, this money!”

“Sigh,” I picked up my wine glass, gulped it down, wiped the wine from the corner of my mouth, and told Sister Yin and Lao Du where the five thousand yuan came from. Then, I shook my head and sighed:

“It’s over. If Sister Xu’s matter can’t be resolved, I won’t be able to pay her back. Lately, I’ve been worrying about this every day!”

"Oh dear," Sister Yin said, tears streaming down her face.

"Xiao Li, it's all my fault! Xiao Li, don't worry, don't fret, I'll find a way to raise the money for you tomorrow!"

"No, Sister Yin, I don't regret it at all. As long as you can move into the new house, I'd go to jail for you!"

"Xiao Li," Sister Yin hugged me tightly, and I continued,

"Sister Yin, whenever I see you standing on the street selling cigarettes day and night, month after month, year after year, rain or shine, earning a little pocket money to support two children, my heart aches. I always think about what I can do for you, how I can help you. Today, I did it. I don't care about any consequences; I'm mentally prepared."

"Good," Old Du gave me a thumbs up again:

"Good, you've got guts, you're a real man!" Then he asked me,

"Xiao Lianqiao, did you bring that file?"

"Brother Du, it's over here!"

I pushed the file bag in front of Old Du, who pulled out the form:

"Hmm, it needs five big stamps, hehe," Old Du stuffed the form back into the file bag:

"Xiao Lianqiao, your Director Han didn't ask for any extra. These five big stamps, if I were to do it, would cost at least two thousand yuan each!"

"What," I widened my eyes:

"Our Director Han said this matter is quite difficult to handle!"

"Hmph," Old Du suddenly turned stern:

"Xiao Lianqiao, to be honest, no matter who I help with, I never do anything for free. If there's no benefit, you can call out my name, but I won't do it for you!"

"This," I was speechless for a moment, feeling quite displeased.

“Old Du,” Sister Yin nudged Old Du,

“Please help him, he gave me all the money!”

“Don’t misunderstand!” Old Du ignored Sister Yin.

“Little Lianqiao, don’t worry, you might not have understood what I meant. What I mean is, I’m finally making an exception and won’t charge you a penny. I’ll do this for you free of charge.”

“Thank you, brother! Thank you, brother!” Hearing Old Du’s words, I was overjoyed again.

“Little Lianqiao, do you know why I broke my principles and did this for free? Let me tell you, it’s because of your kindness to Old Yin. So, I’ll do this for you!”

“Thank you, brother! Thank you, brother!”

“Oh,” Old Du patted my shoulder,

“Don’t mention it, Little Lianqiao, don’t mention it. What I just said was: because of your kindness to Old Yin, I will definitely smooth things over for you and give you a good explanation to your comrades!” "

Thank you," I didn't know what to say. All I could manage was "thank you." Hearing Lao Du's words, I felt a glimmer of hope. I believed he had the ability; carrying a mobile phone and riding in a luxury car, getting a few stamps shouldn't be difficult. Thinking this, I grabbed Lao Du's strong arm, feeling a warm glow. My expression and emotions were no less than someone about to sink to the bottom of the sea who had unexpectedly grasped a lifeline.

"Lao Du," Sister Yin said sincerely to Lao Du,

"you must help my brother! He's doing all this for me!" "If this isn't handled properly, his job will be ruined, his future..."

"Hmph," Old Du scoffed, his thick lips smeared with cooking oil:

"Mind your own business. My little Lianqiao risked everything, even swindling money, so you could move into the new house. But what do you offer in return? How will you thank my little Lianqiao?"

"Go away," Sister Yin said affectionately, wrapping her arms around my neck:

"My little brother is the best. I love my little brother the most!"

"But," Old Du suddenly became jealous, watching Sister Yin hug and cuddle me:

"Helping my little Lianqiao is helping you, Old Yin. How will you thank me?"

"Hmm," Sister Yin released me and gave Old Du a quick kiss:

"Thank you!" “

Hehe,” Old Du wiped the drool from his cheek:

“This, this is your thanks?” Before Sister Yin could answer, Old Du, who had been drinking for a while, grabbed Sister Yin and began to roughly unzip her pants. While unzipping them, he said to me:

“Little Lianqiao, you drink first. I’m suddenly in the mood to give you a live broadcast.”

“Go to hell, Lao Du…” Seeing

Sister Yin struggling helplessly in Lao Du’s large hands, I felt extremely disgusted. I thought Lao Du was incredibly rude, acting so barbaric with his old classmate and old flame. Judging by his manner, he was no different from a rapist. Soon, Lao Du pulled down Sister Yin’s pants, revealing her dark genitals. With a hiss, Lao Du’s thick fingers shoved into Sister Yin’s vagina. Sister Yin groaned, her face flushed. Lao Du pulled his fingers out and smelled them:

“Ah, good, good taste,” he said. Then he put his fingers in his mouth, smacking his thick lips like he was savoring fine wine:

“Good, good, really dry cunt juice, the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes!”

“Go to hell!” "Sister Yin was pinned down on the earthen bed by Old Du, her two bare thighs swinging ridiculously. Old Du leaned down and pressed his mouth to Sister Yin's genitals, sucking hard while his fingers continued to relentlessly dig into her vagina, causing Sister Yin to scream incessantly.

"Gurgle, gurgle," After digging enough into Sister Yin's vagina and sucking her love juices, Old Du triumphantly pulled out his penis and thrust it wildly into her vagina, leering at me as he did so, as if to say: Little Lianqiao, I'm fucking your older sister, how beautiful, how exciting!
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, I stared blankly across the small square table as Lao Du's penis repeatedly pounded against Sister Yin's genitals. I couldn't describe the feeling. Of course, I knew that Sister Yin didn't only have me as a lover, and Lao Du was her elementary school classmate; they knew and became friends first, and I was a later acquaintance. Logically, I shouldn't have any jealousy, but seeing Lao Du so roughly pounding into Sister Yin, I truly felt uneasy. Before I met Lao Du, I sometimes secretly visited Sister Yin's house and encountered some of her former lovers. However, we always intentionally avoided each other. No one had ever been as brazen as Lao Du, making love to Sister Yin so openly in front of me. Watching another man blatantly penetrating my beloved Sister Yin right before my eyes, my heart felt like a bottle of mixed flavors: bitter, sour, spicy, salty—I couldn't even describe it myself.

"Oh dear," Old Du let out a deep breath, then released Sister Yin. He grabbed a bottle of beer and gulped it down, then slammed the bottle down on the table:

"So tired, Xiao Lianqiao, let's go!"

"No," I refused.

"What?!" Old Du's broad face suddenly darkened. He gripped the bottle tightly, his sinister eyes staring at me for a long time. After a while, he said to me, word by word, with utter indifference:

"No, why? Aren't we Lianqiao? What? I'm fucking your Sister Yin, and you don't want her? Are you jealous?"

"No, no," Old Du's smiling face, which had been all smiles just a minute ago, suddenly flashed with a terrifying glint, making me shudder:

"No, brother, I absolutely didn't mean that!" “

Xiao Lianqiao, if you don’t have that intention, then why don’t you go with her?”

“I’m embarrassed with other people around!”

“Hmph,” Old Du scoffed at me.

"Stop pretending to be so righteous. What? There are other people here? Besides your Da Lianqiao and me, who else is here on this kang? Aren't you still treating me like an outsider? Fine, since you treat me like an outsider, say you're sorry, I won't make things difficult for you. As for your business, hmph..."

Upon hearing this, Sister Yin jumped up from the kang:

"Old Du, you're not a child anymore, how can you act like a child who never grows up!"

"None of your business," Old Du continued in a threatening tone:

"Little Lianqiao, if we want to have a good relationship in the future, you'd better sleep with your Sister Yin in front of me today!"

Goodness, this is a complete scoundrel. Just a few minutes ago, we were asking each other about each other's well-being and showing concern for each other, but once you do something that doesn't go your way or comply with him, he turns his back on you. Look, he's in his forties, but just as Sister Yin said, he's like a child who never grows up. For such a trivial matter, he ridiculously threatened to withhold his help. To be honest, I really didn't want to make love to Sister Yin in front of others. But I couldn't afford to offend him right now; I needed his help. I glanced at Sister Yin out of the corner of my eye; she blushed and lowered her head.

"Come on," there was no time for me to think too much. Under Lao Du's menacing gaze, I stood up abruptly and quickly pulled out my belt:

"Sister Yin, come on! Let's have some on-the-spot business and make Brother Du happy!" Chapter Twenty-Two "Hey," seeing me start to take off my pants, a rare smile appeared on Lao Du's gloomy face. He raised the bottle and gulped down a few mouthfuls of liquor, then said to me in a friendly tone:

"That's right, they're all fucking bitches, sluts, whoever fucks them doesn't matter, hehe! Fuck them, fuck them, fuck them to your heart's content!" Hearing Lao Du's words, I felt even more disgusted with him. How could he insult Sister Yin, whom I respected and loved so much? Moreover, they were classmates. Sigh, what an unreasonable and vulgar person. Under Lao Du's burning gaze, I climbed onto Sister Yin's crotch. Sister Yin, who was usually so warm and friendly, stared at me blankly with a complex expression. I stared back at her, equally stunned. Seeing Lao Du sitting at the square table, a strange sense of estrangement suddenly arose between Sister Yin and me. Sister Yin, lying on her back with her legs spread, seemed so distant, like a different woman altogether—the kind of woman you'd met less than five minutes ago, haggled over a price, and then she'd pull down her pants and have sex with you.

There was no intimate banter, no tender caresses, no unrestrained embrace, no passionate kiss. I gripped my cold penis and mechanically, without any passion, thrust it into Sister Yin's vagina, which was still wet with Lao Du's secretions. Sister Yin, embarrassed, spread her legs and deliberately avoided my gaze.

"Gurgle, gurgle," my penis mechanically pounded against Sister Yin's vulva, making a monotonous sound. As I pounded, I wondered to myself: Is this sex, or is this some kind of work?

"Hmph," Old Du muttered discontentedly,

"What, is this how you usually fuck? I say, is this fucking, or is this like being with a pig!" With that, Old Du put down the wine bottle, ripped off all his clothes, and threw them to the corner of the bed with a thud. Then, he started to take off Sister Yin's top. Sister Yin, who had just been laughing and joking with Old Du, suddenly became like a very obedient and docile little lamb, letting Old Du strip off her clothes. She even lifted her body slightly to make it easier for Old Du to pull off her top. From Sister Yin's terrified expression, I finally believed her. She was quite afraid of Old Du. Although they usually joked around, once Old Du got angry, she dared not put up the slightest resistance.

"Come on, Lao Yin!" Lao Du strode up to Sister Yin's chest, his massive buttocks directly facing my face. He squatted down on her breasts, bringing his penis to her mouth. Sister Yin grasped the base of his penis, opened her mouth, and deeply sucked on the head of Lao Du's penis:

"Oh, oh..." Lao Du twisted his powerful waist, his penis frequently entering and exiting Sister Yin's mouth. Each time it went in, Sister Yin would groan, "Oh, oh." When Lao Du occasionally lifted his large buttocks, I lowered my head to secretly glance at Lao Du's huge penis. Before I knew it, I felt a pang of pathetic inferiority. Lao Du's penis was so thick and long, making me incredibly jealous. I thought to myself: Lao Du isn't taller than me, so why is his penis so huge? It seems that the length of a man's penis has little to do with his height.

"Gurgle, gurgle..." Old Du stuck out his big buttocks and his big cock was pounding into Sister Yin's mouth. I knelt behind Old Du and thrust into Sister Yin's vagina without any interest.

"Ah--," Old Du suddenly changed his position. He climbed down from Sister Yin's chest and squatted on her shoulder. While continuing to penetrate Sister Yin's mouth, he reached over and grabbed and pulled at Sister Yin's nipples. His fingers were quite strong, making Sister Yin scream in pain. I felt so sorry for her:

"Ouch, ouch, Old Du, it hurts so much, be gentle, please!" "Ah--," Old Du very satisfiedly pulled his penis out of Sister Yin's mouth. I thought he must want to penetrate Sister Yin's vagina, so I stopped on my own:

"Big brother, here you go!" "No," Old Du shook his head. He moved under Sister Yin and watched with great interest how my penis went in and out of Sister Yin's vagina. This made me even more uncomfortable, but I didn't dare to stop. I could only close my eyes and let my penis aimlessly thrust into Sister Yin's vagina.

Oh, suddenly, I felt my penis being touched by a finger. I opened my eyes and saw that Lao Du's hand had been placed on Sister Yin's vulva at some point. He spread Sister Yin's labia apart, then lowered his huge head and stared intently at my penis and Sister Yin's vagina.

"Big brother, come on!" "No," Old Du waved his hand, signaling me to continue thrusting:

"I'm no longer interested in this old cunt!" Old Du proudly held his big cock and said to me:

"Little Lianqiao, how can such a good iron plow like yours be used to casually cultivate this old land?" "Go to hell, you son of a bitch..." Seeing that Old Du's attitude was gradually softening, Sister Yin perked up again. She playfully cursed at Old Du, who shrugged his shoulders and slid his finger into Sister Yin's anus with a grin. Sister Yin immediately grinned and cried out:

"Old Du, what are you doing? Why are you picking my asshole? Ouch, ouch, it hurts so much! Old Du, you're so bad! Go to hell, you son of a bitch!" "Little Lianqiao," Old Du pushed me, and I obediently stepped aside. Old Du chuckled at me, dipped his fingertip in the fluid secreted from Sister Yin's vagina, and then gently smeared it on Sister Yin's anus:

"Little Lianqiao!" Old Du grinned mysteriously at me.

"Watch closely, your big brother's got something new to show you!" *Pfft—* With that, Old Du ruthlessly shoved a finger into Sister Yin's anus. Sister Yin screamed in terror, her naked body trembling uncontrollably. One hand desperately tried to stop Old Du's finger, but he wouldn't give in. His thick finger dug and pried even more violently.

"Ah—, ah—," Sister Yin stretched her neck and sighed deeply.

Seeing Sister Yin's anus gradually dilate, Lao Du rubbed his already somewhat limp penis with great satisfaction. Then, he placed the slowly rising glans against Sister Yin's anus. Sister Yin seemed to understand what Lao Du wanted to do to her:

"Lao Du, you, you, are you going to stick it in my asshole? Ah, go to hell!" As he spoke, Lao Du's penis had already thrust into Sister Yin's anus without any hesitation. Sister Yin screamed in agony: "

Ouch--," "How is it?" Lao Du asked Sister Yin gleefully:

"How does it feel?" "My God," Sister Yin replied almost in a sob:

"It hurts so much, Lao Du, have mercy on me! Your thing is so thick, can it even fit in my asshole?" "Why not? Do you know, this is called anal sex, it's very popular now!" "Hmph," Sister Yin said with deep feeling:

"It hurts so much! When it first went in, it felt like a big wooden stake suddenly hitting my chest. The pain was awful..." Old Du gritted his teeth, his big cock thrusting in and out of Sister Yin's anus rapidly. Sister Yin's forehead was covered in large beads of sweat as she stared blankly at Old Du on top of her. Gradually, Sister Yin stopped screaming loudly and began to moan rhythmically with each thrust:

"Oh, oh..." "Little Lianqiao!" Old Du looked at me smugly:

"Have you ever played this kind of game?" "No," I answered blankly. I never dreamed that the anus, used for defecation, could be used for sex. Meeting Old Du today has truly broadened my horizons.

"Smack!" As he thrust, Old Du slapped Sister Yin's thigh loudly.

"Get up, don't always do the same thing." When Sister Yin obediently sat up, Old Du gestured for me to lie down, then had Sister Yin climb on top of me. As Sister Yin followed Old Du's instructions and straddled me, inserting my penis into her vagina, Old Du behind her thrust his large penis into Sister Yin's anus again.

"Hehe," Sister Yin writhed, glancing back at Old Du, then gave a helpless, bitter laugh. I watched my penis repeatedly pounding against Sister Yin's vagina. Suddenly, Sister Yin's breasts swayed in front of me. I grabbed them, and Sister Yin smiled at me, lowering her head to sincerely kiss my face. I released Sister Yin's breasts and embraced her, kissing her passionately. Sister Yin opened her mouth, biting me wildly, smearing her saliva, mixed with Old Du's secretions, all over my face. I gradually relaxed, feeling the scene before me was incredibly stimulating. So I thrust upwards hard, my penis deeply penetrating Sister Yin's vagina. Through the thin membrane, the head of my penis inside Sister Yin's vagina and the head of Lao Du's penis entering and exiting Sister Yin's anus echoed each other, frequently bumping into each other and making very harmonious squelching and popping sounds, performing an extremely obscene duet.

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle..." "Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter..." "Oh--," Old Du took a deep breath, then pulled his big cock out of Sister Yin's anus. He grabbed Sister Yin's waist with his incredibly strong hands, and aimed Sister Yin's anus, which was ridiculously wide open from his penetration, at the head of my cock:

"Little Lianqiao, you should also try inserting your cock into Old Yin's asshole and see how it feels!" "Ouch," when my cock slid into Sister Yin's anus, a slippery, warm, and tight wonderful feeling made me involuntarily shout. I never thought that women, not only their vaginas, were endlessly pleasurable, but their anuses were also incredibly fascinating. When my cock probed into Sister Yin's straight, long intestines, it was immediately gripped tightly by strong muscles, making it difficult to move. However, the indescribable pleasure forced me to thrust hard. I suddenly became excited and, imitating Lao Du, put all my strength into thrusting hard into Sister Yin's anus. My penis was slightly thinner than Lao Du's big penis, which immediately relieved the fullness in Sister Yin's anus, which had been subjected to Lao Du's thrusting. She no longer felt pain, but instead looked at me happily, her smooth, slender hand pinching my cheek tenderly:

"You little rascal!" "Hmph," seeing Sister Yin laughing and joking with me so affectionately, Lao Du seemed a little jealous. He grabbed Sister Yin's face:

"Come on, don't just sit there," he said, and then Lao Du held his big penis in front of Sister Yin's eyes. Looking at the big penis that had just been pulled out of her anus, Sister Yin hesitated. She grasped the penis, preparing to wipe it, but Lao Du wouldn't allow it. He pressed Sister Yin's head down and shoved his penis into her mouth without saying a word.

"Mmm--, mmm--, mmm--,..." Sister Yin didn't dare to refuse, and began to suck on Lao Du's big cock in a wanton manner. Lao Du, with his back straight, looked at Sister Yin with great pride, his big cock, which was bent high, thrusting rapidly into Sister Yin's mouth. Then, he waved to me:

"Xiao Lianqiao, come here, let Lao Yin give us a turn sucking cock!" I felt as if I had received a royal decree, and I didn't dare to be negligent. I immediately crawled out from under Sister Yin. I stood on the other side of Sister Yin with my cock in my hand. When Lao Du saw this, he pulled his big cock out of Sister Yin's mouth. He nodded to Sister Yin, and Sister Yin immediately grabbed my cock and began to give me oral sex.

"Little Lianqiao!" Old Du asked me earnestly,

"Aren't we Lianqiao?" "Yes, yes, Big Brother!" "That's good," Old Du said lewdly,

"Since we're Lianqiao, we'll not only fuck her together, but also shoot our precious revolutionary seeds into her mouth at the same time!" "Go to hell," Sister Yin paused her grip on my penis, feigning anger,

"Old Du, you're up to no good! What are you thinking!" "Hehe," Old Du ignored Sister Yin and continued,

"Little Lianqiao, when I count to three, we'll shoot together. Don't shoot first!" "Yes, Big Brother, oh, no, to be precise, it should be Dalianqiao... Dalianqiao, don't worry, I'm ready to obey your orders!" "Go to hell, Old Du, how could you even think of that?" "Hehe," Old Du said smugly.

"This isn't my idea. I'm just a roughneck; I don't have that kind of imagination. I learned it from someone else!" "Can't you learn anything decent?" Seeing Lao Du's smile, Sister Yin seized the rare opportunity to lecture him:

"Can't you learn how to treat women properly? You're always so fierce and cruel towards women, treating them like enemies!" "I can't learn, I'll never learn!" Lao Du retorted confidently.

Despite expressing her dissatisfaction with Lao Du, Sister Yin still diligently performed oral sex on him. Lao Du and I stood on either side of Sister Yin. Sister Yin would sometimes nibble on Lao Du's big penis, and sometimes suck on my penis. Her cute head swayed back and forth, her hands working in tandem, busy as bees. Two wet penises, covered in Sister Yin's anal secretions, vaginal fluid, and saliva, alternately entered and exited her mouth.

"Attention, attention!" Old Du suddenly commanded me in a commander's tone.

"Ready!" He waved his hand and shouted confidently.

"One,..." I immediately tensed up, fearing that my semen wouldn't ejaculate on time within the three counts Old Du requested, disappointing him and causing him to lose his temper, and then, in his rage, refuse to do my job anymore!

"Two,..." I became even more nervous, frantically rubbing my penis with one hand. My dear Sister Yin understood perfectly and cooperated by scratching my scrotum, which boosted my confidence and gradually generated a strong desire to ejaculate.

"Open your mouth!" Old Du said to Sister Yin expressionlessly. Sister Yin raised her eyelids and glanced at Old Du, then obediently opened her mouth wide, ready to swallow the semen without moving.

"Three!" Old Du shouted, his gun firing. A gush of white semen gushed from the tip of his penis, spraying into Sister Yin's mouth. I dared not lag behind; I gritted my teeth. Sister Yin secretly pinched my scrotum. I glanced at her gratefully, then gave a final, powerful thrust. Wow, success! Finally, success! My semen followed closely behind Old Du, gushing into Sister Yin's mouth.

"Don't spit it out!" Old Du instructed. Sister Yin had no choice but to tilt her head back, but she was reluctant to swallow. She gurgled and gurgled, looking at Old Du.

Old Du pressed his hand against Sister Yin's mouth. Before she could react, a large spurt of semen slid down her throat with a gurgling sound. Beads of sweat trickled down Sister Yin's flushed cheeks, and her eyes welled up with tears. I wrapped my arms around her neck with boundless affection and kissed her passionately. Sister Yin tilted her head back to receive my kisses, and at the same time, she opened her mouth, smearing my cheeks with her remaining semen, leaving me completely smeared.

"Hey," Old Du sat contentedly to the side, watching Sister Yin and I entangled for so long, and he grinned as he grabbed a beer bottle.

"Yes, from now on, that's how we play!"...Chapter Twenty-Three The next morning, after most of the night had been spent in a whirlwind of activity, Lao Du, Sister Yin, and I got up exhausted. As we got dressed, we looked at each other, remembering 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 that..." 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 filled with questions: 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, all done?" "All 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 smiled mysteriously, then, with a whoosh, pulled a plastic bag from his pocket and casually tossed it in front of me:

"Stamp it, stamp it however you like!" I grabbed the plastic bag, opened it, and ah—it contained five newly engraved official seals, emitting a pungent rubber smell. I stared blankly at Old Du:

"Brother, this, this, this is a forged official seal!" "Hehe, of course it's forged, so what?" "So what? Forging an official seal is illegal!" "Of course it's illegal, I know that, but what can I do if I don't forge it?" "This, this, will it work?" "No, then what should we do?" Old Du quietly asked Sister Yin:

"Little Yin, do you have any ink pads at home?" "No!" "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 ink!" "Okay," Sister Yin responded 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 ink bottle, and ink bottle. Next, he neatly arranged five seals, some made by unknown individuals, on the table.

"Ha—," Old Du picked up a seal, dipped it in red ink, and breathed on it as if to make it look professional. 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 towards 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 paste, and smeared it haphazardly onto the brand-new stamps:

"Change the color, they can't all be the same color!" "Clunk!" With a sound, the third stamp was affixed to the form. Old Du then picked up another stamp:

"Oh no, this unit has been established for almost ten years. I noticed that the stamp on that unit's stamp in the file has a broken mark. This stamp is too new and it's easy to spot a fake, Lao Yin!" "Hey, what else?" "Do you have any sandpaper at home?" "Hmm, I think I have a small piece!" "Quick, quick, find it for me!" So, Sister Yin rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and amidst Lao Du's incessant nagging, finally found a small, crumpled piece of sandpaper. Lao Du took it and pressed the brand-new stamp on it, grinding it hard:

"Okay, that's about right, it's a bit old now, there's a broken mark, you can stamp it now!" "Slap!" The fourth stamp was successfully stamped on the form. Lao Du went all out, confidently picking up the last stamp, then using a tattered cotton ball to dip in black ink, mixed 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 was full of doubts:

"Brother, will this... work?" "Hey, don't worry!" Old Du waved his large hand dismissively:

"No problem, nobody will be able to tell. Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know, oh," he glanced at Sister Yin again:

"And she knows! As long as we don't say anything, no one will know!" I was still worried, but there was no other way. I could only slowly stuff the form covered in stamps 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, so as not to cause trouble!" "Not yet!" Old Du shook his head:

"If any stamp isn't stamped properly, or if something doesn't fit, it will have to be stamped again. Only after this matter is completely finished, and your comrade's brother becomes a formal 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 thought of everything so thoroughly!

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

"Old Yin, stuff them all into the stove and burn them quickly!" "Okay," 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, 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!..." *Smash*—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 it that way. The kids can't always stay at Grandma's house. 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 they're done!" Old Du became increasingly indignant.

"You, you, you big idiot! Is it worth spending so much money on a stinking old woman who's almost a middle-aged woman?" "Brother," "Xiao Lianqiao, let me tell you, don't be fooled by Lao Yin's seemingly carefree and easygoing nature. She's incredibly slippery. Look at her, all meek and submissive, begging you, crying and pleading, but once she's used you, bam, 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 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 a vicious finger at my nose:

"Ah--, you're messing with me, you're messing with me, I get it, I finally get it, you two teamed up to mess with me, ah--, good, you teamed up to mess with me, you old bastard!" "Big brother, you," I was so angry that I was about to explode at the sight of Lao Du barking like a mad dog:

"You, you, you're framing me, when did I ever have a relationship with Sister Yin,..." "Ah--," before I could finish, Lao Du grabbed my collar:

"Kid, you think you're pretty smart, huh? You and Lao Yin planned this all along, you had Lao Yin lure me here first, and when I was all drunk, you would suddenly appear, and while I was half-drunk and unconscious, you would make up a very touching story to deceive my feelings, and I would impulsively agree to do things for you for free!" "This, this, what is all this? What are you thinking!" "Hmph," Lao Du shoved me hard:

"Nonsense! Don't think everything's fine just because the stamps are done. Old Yin used me and then ran off like a bastard. Humph, nonsense, 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 when I was in despair, Old Du unexpectedly softened. He seemed to have become a different person, sitting down amiably:

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

"Brother, let's drink!" "Xiao Lianqiao, bottoms up!" "Yes! Cheers--" "Brother, Xiao Lianqiao, please don't take what I just said to heart. It's just my habit when dealing with people. I have to be 1000%, no, 1000% vigilant with everyone I've just met. No matter what kind of person they are, I have to be as wary of them as I am of a wolf. Just now, I lost my temper, and from your eyes, I can tell you're not a wolf! So, let's keep drinking!" "Hehehe, brother," I said with a wry smile after hearing Lao Du's words.

"How do you know I'm not a wolf? Are you Sun Wukong with fiery eyes?" "Hehe, while I don't have fiery eyes, with my years of experience navigating the social world, my eyes can see right through people. A blink, a 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? It's all bullshit! There are no friends in this world, none. 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 your friend? To paraphrase Old Du: I don't know about others, but I certainly wouldn't dare be your friend!

"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 photo. In the center of the photo was a kind-looking old woman with a sickly face. Old Du, who was even stronger than an old bull, was smiling and hugging the old woman's neck. His childlike, innocent eyes made me unable to believe that this was the same Old Du beside me, a hot-tempered, cynical, and hateful old hand in the underworld.

"Sigh," Old Du suddenly let out a long, painful sigh,

"Alas—but my mother died so young. This photo was taken when she was in the later stages of her cancer. I always keep it with me. Whenever I think of my mother, I take it out to look at it, and alas, the more I look at it, the more I miss her! Oh—," as he spoke, Old Du wiped his eyes. Wow—he could cry too? Was this really 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 clean me up. Sometimes, while she was cleaning me, she 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 just get along peacefully?" "Hmph," Old Du's face darkened, and a wolf-like glint appeared in his eyes.

"Little brother, you don't understand. To be a decent person, you have to be tough. Otherwise, anyone will dare to bully you and ignore you. Little brother, do you know how a person's prestige is established?" "How is it established?" "Well," Old Du gritted his teeth and waved his huge fist:

"This, only this. Everything else is fucking nonsense!" "Hehe," I laughed:

"Big 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 prestige and dominate a region! What a coincidence! Great minds think alike!" "If you want to establish yourself, you have to do this. Little brother, I was famous for fighting back in school!" "I heard Sister Yin tell you about this!" "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 being used for fucking and having babies, they're completely useless. What fucking husband and wife, what a load of bull! Isn't it said: 'Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest; when death comes, they scatter!'" "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; it's just men and women using each other. I don't have love..." Old Du became more and more agitated, and couldn't help but raise his fists:

"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, and continued:

"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. Back then, 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 and young, all kinds. She's really gone all out! She's had no shortage of men's dicks! That slut! Humph, all women are like that, crying in front of their husbands' portraits while thinking all sorts of things," Old Du ridiculously imitated a woman's crying, wiping his cheeks with both hands.

"She's crying here, but secretly thinking there: I... I still need to find someone... what kind of person should I find?" "Life forces me to do this, there's no other way!" I said, trying to excuse Sister Yin.

"Life forces me to do this, what a nice way to put it, life forces me to do this, life forces me to

do this!" 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, in order to be transferred back to the city, she dumped me, heartlessly dumped me, and went to sleep with that damn Party Secretary. When we broke up, she said the same thing: life forces me to do this, ah, life forces me to do this, 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 so she wouldn't be 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 Lao Yin kept you..." Old Du pointed at my nose, his mouth frothing with dirty white foam:

"She, she, she's keeping a gigolo like you!" "Then why don't you beat her up?" I asked provocatively, clearly annoyed.

"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 to be afraid of someone! I finally understood why Old Du hated women so much.
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"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!" "Hehe!" 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 was 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 on me! 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:

"A child can live without a father, but not without a mother. A child without a mother is the most pitiful child in the world. I was only fifteen when I went to the countryside, and I deeply experienced how pitiful and tragic it is to be without a mother's love. No one washed my clothes or blankets, and no one cared about me when I had a headache or a cold. You either lived or you died! At mealtimes, everyone was like prisoners in jail, rushing and pushing forward with a clamor. It was like piglets fighting for food. If you were late, you wouldn't get any and would only get a bowl of cabbage soup without a single leaf! So, if you wanted to eat your fill, you had to rely on this!" Old Du proudly raised his fist again:

"Hey, bro, you get it? When we're eating, if you don't let me squeeze in, I'll beat you up. You fucking dare to squeeze me, I'll beat you up again, beat you up, beat you up! Only a fucking fist works, hehe!" "Hehe," "What are you laughing at, bro? Want to learn a few moves? I'll teach you!" With that, Old Du seriously started demonstrating with his big fist:

"I'll teach you a few moves that will hurt the other person 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, brother, fighting not only gets you a full stomach, but it also brings you good fortune!" "Wow, fighting brings you good fortune? Brother, what good fortune?" "Brother, to tell you the truth, through fighting, I became the little tyrant of the collective household, and I became the leader of the militia. When the commune established a militia organization, I was elected by everyone as the militia squad leader! Hehehe!" Old Du proudly touched his lower skeleton:

"Aren't you impressed? As a militia squad leader, not only do you not have to work, but you also eat better than anyone else, and you're in charge of quite a few people. Whenever we train, I stand at the front of the formation, holding my rifle, and everyone envies my imposing presence! Brother, other militia members all have fake guns, just big wooden poles; only squad leaders and above are issued real weapons! Hehe!" Old Du became more and more proud as he spoke:

"Since joining the militia squad, good things have been happening all the time. 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 beamed with pride. Holding a wine glass, he looked 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, puzzled, and then took a sip of his wine.

"Brother, you don't know, I love tanks the most! Whenever I see movies about World War II, whenever I see those massive tank formations, I get so excited! Just thinking about the Battle of Kursk with thousands of tanks all gathered together makes my blood boil..." "Oh!" Old Du gulped down his wine while looking at me with a smug look. I suddenly sighed,

"Oh no, I'll never have the chance to drive a tank in my life!" "Brother, I'm the driver!" Then, Lao 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," Lao Du swallowed another mouthful of wine and sighed,

"Come on, what's so lucky about it?" "Why not? Driving a tank is so much fun, all that rumbling and roaring!" "Come on, you didn't see the suffering!" "What suffering?" "Brother, do you know Zhenbao Island?" "Of course I know. Back then, relations between China and the Soviet Union were quite tense. They were digging tunnels everywhere, even our dormitory building. The dirt piled up in the yard. I was playing on one of those piles, and I accidentally fell into a deep pit. I broke my nose, brother, look," I pointed to the area below my nose:

"This is where I fell and scraped myself, got three stitches, it hurt like hell!" "Hey, that's nothing!" Old Du said dismissively.

"After the Zhenbao Island conflict, 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. Nobody was allowed to come in without orders!" "But what about pooping and peeing?" "We all did it in the tanks. The tanks were movable underneath, so we just pooped and peed on the ground. After a while, it stank so badly that everyone ate compressed biscuits to survive the stench. My friend, for a whole month! What kind of life was that? It was like living in the Stone Age! When the alert was lifted and we crawled out of the bunkers, our clothes were covered in green mold. If you gently tugged on them, the sleeves would just fall off!" "Oh dear," I was chatting happily with Old Du when Sister Yin walked into the room with a smile, followed by two boys carrying backpacks. 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 took a glass, but Old Du still seemed angry with her:

"I'm not drinking!" "Brother, we're 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 another terrifying face:

"Brother, I've done such a big thing 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, all you do is talk!" "Brother," I was truly helpless in the face of this somewhat neurotic person. I suddenly remembered that I still had the thousand yuan that Sister Xu had given me for activity expenses in my pocket, so I took it out without reservation:

"Brother, this thousand yuan was given to me by Comrade Xu. He said it was for his brother's job application expenses. 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!" "Is that so?" Old Du picked up the thick wad of banknotes, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and casually counted them. Finally, he pushed the banknotes 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, please accept it!" "I can't accept it. I can't break my promise!" I insisted that Old Du accept the money. Suddenly, Old Du's eyes lit up:

"Hey bro, wanna play a game?" "What?" "Poker!" "Gambling!" "It's not really gambling, just some fun! Old Yin, go get 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 gets!" "Hehe, bro, this isn't gambling. Whoever wins, not a single penny goes into their pocket; 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 pushed the deck of cards in front of me. I secretly wondered, how good is this guy's gambling skill? Having been around in the underworld for so many years, Old Du's gambling skills must be very high. I suddenly remembered what Master Glasses had said: never cheat without knowing the other person's background. If Old Du noticed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

I cautiously clashed with Lao Du a few times, secretly laughing to myself: such a shrewd fellow, a self-proclaimed omnipotent old hand in the underworld, yet his gambling skills were utterly terrible, practically defenseless. Watching him clumsily fiddling with 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 to Lao Du's face,

"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 us 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 face, like a scanner slowly moving downwards. 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 breasts were 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 wore 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 have insatiable fantasies. I wanted nothing more than to pounce on her, hug her, and devour her. Seeing me staring intently at her long legs, the manager awkwardly tugged at her short skirt, but it was simply 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 head waitress strode down the corridor, and Lao Du and I followed behind, our four eyes fixed on her long legs and ample buttocks. Lao Du stuck his tongue out at me and whispered,

"This little chick, she'd be really comfortable to fuck!" "Brother Du, how about this private room?" The head waitress pushed open a door, and Lao Du, with 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," Lao Du insisted,

"I like 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 have to finish eating and be done before 2 PM, because there are guests coming after 2 PM!" "Guests? Aren't we guests too?" Lao 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 added 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 single room 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, I don't want 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 very nourishing!" "Oh, okay!" Old Du swallowed the cigarette butt without hesitation. I was very happy and satisfied 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, I silently placed it on the table. After Old Du finished his drink, he reached around and found empty bottles all around him. He looked around and found the beer bottle I had just put on the table, which contained urine. He grabbed it and gulped it down into 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 was instantly poured into his stomach:

"Hmm?" Old Du smacked his thick lips:

"What does it taste like? Hmm," "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 filled with urine.

"No, I haven't tried it. The taste is a bit different! Very special," he said, before finally gulping down the remaining urine, pointing the bottle at his mouth.

"Wow, that's refreshing!" I lowered my head, covering my face 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 when Old Du suddenly shouted,

"Where's the manager?" "At the bar, sir!" the waitress replied.

"Let her come over!" "Yes," the manager gracefully approached, a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Brother Du, what's the matter?" "Come here," Old Du grabbed the manager's arm.

"Come on, have a drink with me!" "No, no, Brother Du, I can't!" The foreman tried his 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, 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 run away:

"Brother Du, the manager needs to see me, I'll come back to keep you company later!" "Hmph," Old Du was not about to let her go so easily. He roughly lifted the supervisor's short skirt, and across the table, I saw the supervisor's white thong. I was so excited that my penis started to throb.

"Ouch!" the foreman suddenly cried out. Old Du had pinched her thigh hard, nearly tearing her stockings. The foreman, her face flushed, clutched 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." "Brother," Old Du's large hand ruthlessly ripped open the foreman's panties, revealing a lovely patch of pubic hair, the foreman pleaded in a tearful voice:

"No, no, no, I don't do that, 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 and, like an angry lioness, she seemed to have a sudden burst of strength, pushing Old Du aside with a whoosh. Then, without even having time to tidy up her skirt and underwear, she wiped away her tears and fled in panic.

Watching the manager's retreating figure, Old Du, still 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 lost." "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 the private room empty, with the table and chairs neatly arranged, Old Du snorted maliciously with his round nose. He gently closed the door, turned, 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. 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 slapped his large hand, then picked up a napkin and bent down to carefully wipe the bits of food splattered on his leather shoes.

...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 happened? Why?"

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

"I smashed it all! 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 violently into the air. The southern manager grabbed Old Du's arm:

"Don't, don't get agitated. If you have any objections, just say so. Don't do this, it's so impolite!"

"Hmph," Old Du put down the chair:

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

"What objections?" 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 by the foreman. We're very busy here, and 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 like a big shot in front of me, no matter who they are, will be taken 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. How much is it? 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 that be? You have to pay for food and drinks, and you have to pay for the things you broke!"

"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. Before leaving the private room, Lao Du pulled out a one-yuan coin from his pocket and placed it on the wine cabinet in the private room:

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

"Okay, okay, okay," 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 as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"Goodbye, come again next time!"

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

"Comrade, take out 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 you're 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 going to drive? I'm just testing if the car works!" "..." "Alright then!" Faced with this incessantly shouting drunkard, the young traffic policeman was at a loss. “Even if you weren’t driving, you two are both completely drunk now. Let’s see how you drive away!” “Brother,” Lao Du and the traffic police argued like fighting cocks. 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: “Stop arguing. Don’t drive. Just park here. Come on, there’s a sauna across the street. Let’s go to Arirang and sober up!” “Right,” Lao Du said, 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 to Old Du again:

“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 me for free, you can play with me however you want!”

“Really?”

“Really, who would lie to you? If I don’t keep my word, I’m a dog!”

“Miss, things are very tight right now, you should know. Many people have fallen because of this, gone to jail, some even lost their heads. And those who continue are trembling with 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 charge!”

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

“Brother, is this okay? Please!”

“Little brother,” Lao Du handed me the card:

“Go to the changing room, take my hand out, I’ll make some contact and give it a try!”

“Thank you, brother!” The addict leaped up, grabbed Lao Du’s big face and started biting 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:

"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:

"Brother, give it to me quickly, I can't take it anymore, give it to me quickly, brother,..." "No," Old Du insisted:

"You haven't done what you promised us yet. You can only get it after you finish your work!" "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. 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. She tilted her head back and savored it carefully. 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 to work!" "Oh--," the addict reluctantly put down the burnt cigarette paper, slowly pulled off her dress, and in a flash, her naked body was exposed to Old Du's eyes. The addict spread her legs:

"Go ahead, brother, do whatever you want, do whatever you want!" Old Du touched the addict's thick pubic hair, parted her vagina and casually glanced at it:

"Ptooey--," suddenly, Old Du opened his mouth wide and spat a mouthful of sticky phlegm into the addict's vagina, then stuck in two fingers and started randomly poking and probing:

"Stinky cunt!" Old Du's fingers continued to poke and probble, making a series of squelching sounds. The addict looked at Old Du with a smile, one leg swinging wantonly, humming a pop song without any regard for others. 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 go and check out the addict's vagina too. 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 very loose?" "Hmm," I nodded,

"It's a bit loose!" "Pushing!" Old Du said crudely.

"Let everyone fuck you, you fuck me, I fuck you, everyone fuck me, 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 fucked your cunt loose, if you keep fucking like this, it'll be torn to shreds!" "Hehehe," the addict chuckled dismissively:

"Fuck me, as long as you pay, whoever wants to fuck me can fuck me, my parents gave me this thing, I can't just sit idle, I'll pee if I'm idle!" "Slutty enough, slutty enough, pink enough..." The addict's words deeply aroused Old Du, he pulled out his already erect penis:

"Slut, take a good look, how's my thing?" "Hmm," the addict grasped Old Du's penis, and appraised it seriously:

"Oh, big brother's cock is amazing, so thick and long, it must feel amazing to fuck him!" "Come on, try it first!" With that, Old Du shoved his big cock into the addict's mouth and started ramming it around without any politeness:

"How is it, how does it taste!" "Hehe, how is it? It's so pungent, and a little salty!" The addict smacked his lips, and

Old Du grinned as he shoved his cock, which was covered in the addict's saliva, into the addict's vagina and started ramming it wildly. The burly addict, with his plump body, nonchalantly welcomed Old Du's slapping thrusts, his bright eyes looking at Old Du defiantly, as if 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, 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 fucking my cunt and then my mouth!" The addict opened her mouth wide, closed her eyes, and waited for Old Du's big cock. Old Du continued to thrust wildly into the addict's vagina, but he didn't pull out and put it in her mouth. Instead, he thrust while bringing his head close to the addict's face. The addict thought Old Du wanted to kiss her, so she moved her open mouth to Old Du's lips. Old Du thrust into the addict's vagina a few 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, humph, you donkey's cunt, 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, swallow it down!" "Sigh," the addict didn't dare to refuse and obediently swallowed Old Du's yellow phlegm. Old Du kept spitting out the phlegm, 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, let's stop this, 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 big cock into her vagina:

"Brother, come here, let's fuck her together!" I unbuttoned my bathrobe, grabbed my cock, 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 big cock 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 torrents 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 paper and glanced at it before Old Du snatched it away and tore it to shreds:

"Room fee? The lady said it was free, why are we being charged a room fee?" "Sir," the cashier explained,

"Whether the lady gets it free or not is her own business, but we have to charge a room fee, it's the boss's rule!" "Enough nonsense, give us the shoes!" 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 it!" "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 pay or not?" "Sir, without paying the room fee, I can't give you the shoes!" "Will you pay 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 from the beating, painfully got up from the chair, clutching his bleeding nose, and ran out of the cashier's counter without looking back. Old Du, holding 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:

"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 should we do?" The tall, thin man pointed to the cash register that Lao Du had smashed. Lao Du glanced at it, revealing a scoundrel's face:

"What do you suggest?" "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 repaired 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:

"Hey buddy, here, here's a thousand yuan, count it!" "Hmph," the tall, thin man grabbed my money, then slowly released Lao Du. The usually arrogant Lao Du appeared utterly humiliated. He slipped out of the bathhouse without a word, 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 blowing against my still-shower body, making me feel a sudden coolness. The streets were empty, and in the distance, amidst 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, 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 for change from the driver. 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'm definitely going to 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 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 left. 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 the car, I'm starving, I need to have a drink to get rid of this bad luck!" "You want to drink? 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:

"After spending the last two nights and one day together, I think you're a very honest person, bro. Want to be friends with me?" "Sure," I replied casually, but in my heart I was 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 avoid causing any trouble.

"Really, I'm not kidding!" "Okay!" "Uncle," the little girl stuck 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 little hand:

"Thank you, Uncle!" "Brother," seeing the little girl gradually walk away, Lao Du started the car, and I said:

"Brother, I have to go to work!" "It's still early, have breakfast with me before you go!" "But, brother, I can't drink, if I'm drunk and reeking of alcohol at work, my boss will definitely criticize me!" "Okay, 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, emboldened by the alcohol, Lao Du started dialing his cell phone:

"Hey, hey, is this Old Li? Damn, what time is it? Huh? Still sleeping with your wife? Hehe, hehe, damn, you haven't had enough all night? 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 tell me, 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, please don't fight!" "Little brother," Lao Du waved his hand at me:

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

"Hey bro, take this with you. I'm usually out at night, so I can page you if anything comes up!" "This, this..." I really didn't want it. This little pager would just tie me and Lao Du together, making things worse and worse.

"Take it. I have a laptop, it's not very useful to me!" "Okay then, thanks, bro. I'll pay you back for the pager little by little when I get paid!" "Damn it, who wants your money? What would I do with it if I had money?" "Well, bro, I'm leaving now!" "Hey bro, this isn't over. He took that thousand yuan, and 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 work, and before I could even sit down, I saw Sister Xu standing in the corridor beckoning 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, her face lit up with joy:

"Ah--, that's great, Xiao Zhang, thank you!" "You're welcome, Sister Xu," I said, my heart pounding with anxiety. I muttered to myself: Will this work? Will I be able to get away with this?

For several days in a row, I lived in a state of anxiety. I sat in my chair, restless, staring at the materials Han Dala had given me, unable to 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 yell at me.

"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 Dalaba sat leisurely opposite me, his legs crossed in an annoying manner. He sipped his strong tea, then pushed the cup away, unfolded a new newspaper that the mail clerk had just delivered, and began to read slowly: "This newspaper reports: Recently, we have received numerous reports from the public that the Arirang Sauna and Bath Center is suspected of harboring women for prostitution. Our Public Security Bureau..." Police officers launched an emergency operation, and after meticulous investigation, secretly laid a trap, successfully apprehending the perpetrators engaged in prostitution in a private room. In this raid, five prostitutes and three clients were arrested. All five prostitutes have been detained pending punishment, the three clients have received administrative penalties, and the bathhouse manager, XXX, has been criminally detained. Additionally, heroin was found on one of the prostitutes. This bathhouse, which was found to be harboring prostitutes and suspected of 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 on the side of the road:

"Hey, bro, what's up!" "Damn, what else could I want from you? 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. The 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 stepped out and were led into the lobby by waiters, 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 a start, 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 expression, "..."

"This is your money. I'm returning it to you on behalf of my older brother, and I apologize on his behalf! I'm sorry, brother!" "This, this..." Looking at the banknotes on the table, I suddenly understood. I stared blankly at Lao Du, who completely ignored me 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 older brother. With this note, you don't need to buy a ticket; you can go in directly for free!" After saying that, he placed a small cardboard sign on top of the banknotes. Then, the man picked up a glass of wine:

"Come on, have a drink to get to know each other, bottoms up!" "Bottoms up!" There was no need to say anything more. The whole thing at the Arirang Bathhouse 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 really suffered a huge financial loss! Putting everything else aside, 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 let the bathhouse continue operating… 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 bored, so I stuffed the banknotes and the small 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 to 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 find Sister Xu to find out what was going on. I walked hesitantly into the accounting office, called out to Sister Xu, and we walked a long way in silence down the corridor before I finally mustered up the courage to ask:

"Sister Xu, how's your brother's situation? His job...?" "Oh right, I've been so busy these past few days, I forgot to tell you. Xiao Zhang, thank you, thank you Director Han, everything's settled for my brother. He's now a full-time employee in 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 settled down, and 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 treating Director Han to dinner. 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, take this money first. I need your help with something!" After saying that, Sister Xu pointed her little finger at my forehead:

"Is it okay?" "Oh," Sister Xu's tone became more and more affectionate, which warmed my heart. That little finger made me even more excited, and my penis started shaking again:

"What is it? Sister Xu! Do you still need Director Han to do it?" "Of course, but I can't tell you now. I'll tell you slowly when I get off work!" As soon as the bell rang for the end of the workday, when I walked out of the office building excitedly, Sister Xu was already standing at the gate with a smile, carrying her small handbag:

"Come on, Xiao Zhang, I'll treat you to dinner. Tell me, which restaurant should we go to? What do you want to eat?" "Anything?" "Anything? What's 'anything'? Which restaurant has that?" I glanced at Sister Xu, and we exchanged a knowing smile. Then, as dusk settled, we walked side by side down a small alley.

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

"I'm so sorry to trouble you!" "Don't mention it, I'm happy to serve you!" 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 with her beautiful eyes, her fragrant face also blushing. I suddenly felt a strange, extremely unnatural feeling, and I 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? These days, you need a diploma for everything. It's practically a diploma society!" "Yeah, 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. Sigh, diplomas, diplomas, diplomas, diplomas…" "Yes!" "But…" Sister Xu placed the handkerchief on the table and unfolded her white hands:

"But I don't have a diploma!" "Huh?" "Xiao Zhang, I started working early and don't have a diploma, which is a big disadvantage for my future career!" "Really?" "So, in order to get a diploma, I had to start studying again. I enrolled in adult self-study programs!" "Great, you're never too old to learn!" "Hehe, what do you mean 'never too old to learn'? It's just that I have no choice. I'm forced to. I'm so old, my memory is getting worse every day, but I still have to grit my teeth and memorize English words, memorize and memorize..." "I memorized it, but when I woke up the next morning, I realized, 'Oh no, I've forgotten it all! I haven't memorized a single word!'" "Hehe..." "As a result, I barely passed all the other subjects in the adult self-study exam, except for English, which I failed!" "Oh!" "By studying, cramming, and memorizing, I couldn't pass. In desperation, I asked someone to take the exam for me, and I got a reward for it!" "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 you for help!" "What, you want me to take the exam for you again, Sister Xu? My English is pretty bad too!" "No," Sister Xu continued:

"No, I'm not asking you to take the exam for me, and you can't anyway, you're a man!" "Oh right, I forgot! I was only thinking about serving my sister. So, do you want Director Han to find someone to take the exam for you?" "No, Xiao Zhang, I've already found someone to take the exam for me. This is the last year. 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 agreed on the price. Also, if she fails me, she has to compensate me for my losses!" "Ha..." "But, this year's exam regulations have suddenly become stricter..." "Seriously, I'd already found someone, pulled some strings, and even found out my exam venue beforehand. I'd also gotten in touch with the school principal through connections. But yesterday, the principal suddenly informed me that this year's exam rules are particularly strict, and she doesn't have the authority to get the person taking the exam for me into the exam hall. Ugh, this is driving me crazy! 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 hall?" "Okay, I'll talk to him tomorrow at work!" "Thank you, Xiao Zhang!" "You're welcome, I'm happy to help!" Chapter Thirty The next morning, as soon as I entered the office, I said to Director Han in a friendly tone:

"Director Han! It's been a long time since I've had a drink. It's the weekend, how about a drink?" "Ah," Han Da Laoba seemed a little surprised. Yes, ever since Han Da Laoba refused to help me with that matter for Sister Xu because he didn't get the money, I've ignored him. I even glared at him fiercely behind his back and made faces at him. Once, I saw Han Da Laoba engrossed in reading the newspaper. I had just entered the office and quietly slipped behind him. I 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, secretly laughing. Hearing the laughter, Han Da Laoba 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 drinks?" "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 drinks!" "Hmm, ah, ha," Han Dalabao ordered a few of his favorite 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 chewed on his drink with relish:

"What's wrong, 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. Today's matter isn't too difficult!" "What is it?" "One of my colleagues is taking the adult self-study exam. For some reason, she failed the English exam twice in a row. This is her last year. If she fails again, she'll have a hard time getting her diploma. So, she'd like to ask Director Han for help!" "How can you help?" "She found someone to take the exam for her. She's asking you to find a way to get the substitute into the exam room!" "Oh," Director Han thought for a moment, then scratched his bald head:

"Hmm, ah, ha, let me try." After saying that, 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, Director Han quoted me a price in a businessman's tone:

"I've made some inquiries, it's about right, Xiao Zhang. You know how it is these days, everything costs money. You can't get anything done without it. This matter, if it's settled, it'll cost at least several thousand yuan!" Wow, how greedy! For such a small thing as taking an exam for someone else, they dare 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 Dalaba:

"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. After hearing my report, Sister Xu scolded softly, and then said:

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

"Director Han, I've asked, it's fine, just do it!" "Then, tell me her exam number and exam room!" "Here," I hurriedly handed over the note Sister Xu gave me. Han Dalaba took it and glanced at it:

"Hey, isn't this Accountant Xu from our unit?" "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 I have to do my head off! Xiao Zhang," a string of drool suddenly dripped from the corner of Han the Loudmouth's greasy mouth:

"Xiao Zhang, give Accountant Xu a call and ask her to come over and beg me for a favor. Why doesn't she just come directly? What's your relationship?" "Comrades!" "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 to 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 nothing!" "Okay, I'll take a day off 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, and his two small eyes radiated 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, refusing to look away, drool dripping from his mouth.

"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! It's so good to be alive, so joyful! Ah, it's so good to be alive! I haven't lived enough! Little Xu, you're not only beautiful, but your hands are even more beautiful, look!" Han Dalaba, like a fortune teller, held Sister Xu's slender hand and explained in a very professional manner:

"This line is a wealth line, it's so long! Little Xu, your fortune is excellent! You'll have great wealth in the future!" "Really?" "Yes, I'm not just talking nonsense. In recent years, I've suddenly developed a strong interest in the I Ching, physiognomy, and divination. I spend any free time studying divination books. Little Xu, your fortune is excellent!" "Hehe, but, Han the Big Mouth, I'm dirt poor right now. I want to renovate my house, but I don't have any money!" "Don't worry, your fortune will come sooner or later, Little Xu. Small money is earned, big money is determined by fate. Destiny has destined you to have such great wealth in the future!" As Han the Big Mouth spoke, his fat hand lewdly caressed Sister Xu's palm, his eyes fixed on her. His disgusting appearance 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 fly and refusing to let go.

"Ah, what delicate hands, what white hands, what tender hands! Hmm, ah, ha, Little Xu, do you understand? This line is a children's line. Judging from the line, you will have one son and one daughter in the future!" "Hehehe," Sister Xu grinned.

"But I don't have a child yet!" "I mean in the future, when the lines on the lines will appear!" "In the future? That's impossible, right? The one-child policy is so strict now, you're only allowed one child!" "Hmm, ah, ha, that's true. If it weren't for the one-child policy, you would 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 who can't fly when he sees a woman, ignored me completely and fawned over Sister Xu like a lapdog, sometimes grabbing her hand, sometimes touching her forehead, making Sister Xu 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 the Loudmouth's eyes, preventing him from making any big moves on Sister Xu. Looking at the helpless Sister Xu, I hesitated. Sister Xu understood Han the Loudmouth's intention and hurriedly called out,

"Waiter, go buy me a pack of cigarettes!" Then, she said to Han the Loudmouth,

"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 the Loudmouth's lecherous face immediately showed a look of disappointment:

"Well, alright then, Sister Xu, this Sunday, I'll treat you to drinks. You must do me the honor!" "Okay," Sister Xu finally broke free from Han the Loudmouth's big 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, that 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, okay?" "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 that loudmouth Han still bothers me!" "Sister Xu, this way, Han will get jealous, and in a fit of anger, he might not help you anymore! I guarantee he'll do it!" "Hehe, I just want to annoy him, that old lecher, doesn't he know his own character and quality? He walks with a trembling gait, and drools as soon as he speaks, disgusting! Me, being with him? No way, I'd rather die than do it!" "Okay," when Sister Xu and I walked hand in hand into the private room, just as I expected, seeing us all so affectionate and laughing, Han was very uncomfortable. He adjusted his glasses and coldly muttered to me:

"You, 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 Dalao:

"Director Han, what you said isn't quite right, it's so rude!" "Hmm, ah, ha," Han Dalao 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, no more toasting, and finally, seeing that there was no hope of easing the tension, Han Dalao got up to leave:

"Hmm, ah, ha, someone's looking for me tonight, I should go home, you two keep drinking!" After returning to work, when I met Han Dalao again in the office, we had to exchange a perfunctory greeting, and then each went about our own business, neither of us willing 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 smirk, 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 film. 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! Alas, 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! What are you saying?!" Hearing my words, Sister Xu's face flushed red. She stammered,

"Xiao Zhang, you, hey, let me explain slowly!" Sister Xu's face was burning hot enough to 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 face my fiery gaze any longer. She lowered her head, her hands aimlessly fiddling with her clothes.

"Xiao Zhang, let me tell you 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 charge me a penny for doing things for me. 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 carefully, I haven't saved any money, I've actually spent more. Sigh, that's not all, Han is getting more and more demanding, no longer satisfied with just touching things, 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, after you get this done for me, I'll agree to do 'that' with you!' Han was overjoyed, patting his chest and guaranteeing: 'Don't worry, I'll take care of it!' But, Xiao Xu, you can't go back on your word!" Sister Xu looked worried 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 help you think of a way!" "Oh," Sister Xu heard this and 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 only above Han Dalaba, not below him, really, Sister Xu!" "Really?" A hopeful smile flashed across Sister Xu's face, mixed with the still-flowing tears. Seeing this, I felt that Sister Xu was even more adorable:

"I'll try to talk to him tomorrow, sister, I'll do my best!" "Thank you, Xiao Zhang." "Don't mention it, I'm happy to help 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 onto Sister Xu's fragrant, hot lips. Sister Xu silently closed her eyes, and she slowly opened her mouth to kiss me for a long time.

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