As a last resort, I called my home phone number again.
Thank God, it finally worked this time!
"dad!"
I choked out a cry.
"It's so late. Do you have anything to do with the phone?"
My dad didn't seem to hear my choking, but he seemed a little unhappy because I woke him up.
"Dad, can you send me 100,000 yuan? I need it urgently! Otherwise, I might die!"
"My family doesn't have that much money!"
After speaking simply and neatly, my dad hung up the phone.
To be honest, although this result is cruel, I am not very surprised.
Originally, my adoptive parents didn't love me very much. After a big fight some time ago, the relationship became even more estranged.
Before coming, I called home once.
My mother opened her mouth and asked me when my salary would be paid, and my brother had to pay tuition.
And I was angry that she didn't care at all about how I was doing and just wanted money from me, so we had another argument on the phone!
And what happened this time was so outrageous that my dad probably didn’t believe it either.
Even if he believed it, he probably wouldn't give the money.
So, I gave up.
Not ready to fight again.
Brother Fei didn't give up, and said with a smile: "Do you want to give you another chance?"
I shook my head.
"You can call your friends. As long as you can get one over, you can get one hundred thousand yuan."
I hesitated for a moment and replied, "I have no friends."
"Fine!"
Brother Fei patted my shoulder and said, "I can only help you this much, choose one for yourself! Which finger you don't usually like, I'll help you solve your problem."
When I heard this, I was so scared that my whole body went weak.
"Brother Fei, I like them all! Please, don't chop me, okay?"
At this moment, I am just a coward and a soft bag!
But the fingers are connected to the heart!
Who wants to lose one for no reason?
Fei Ge suddenly became a little impatient, "Don't let me choose for you. If I choose, there will be more than one! I say three times and stretch out your hand!"
"One, two,"
"Brother Fei, can we make a deal?"
In order not to get chopped, I tried to divert Fei Ge's attention, or arouse his interest.
Before Brother Fei could say anything, a thug hit me with a stick.
He scolded: "You are just a stinky pig, what qualifications do you have to make a deal with Brother Fei?"
But Brother Fei took the bait and asked me with a smile: "Tell me, I hope what you say will make me change my mind."
I seized this fleeting opportunity and said quickly: "Although I have no money, I can make money for you! I can lie, and I will definitely be able to pay back the money soon! Two months, no ! Just give me a month!”
Whether it's beating, torture, or even cutting off fingers, these people have only one purpose, and that is to make money!
After getting this analysis, I took the right medicine and said the above words.
Although I'm not sure I can change Fei Ge's mind, there is still some hope.
Brother Fei squinted at me for three or four seconds, and then handed the knife to the younger brother beside him.
Seeing his action, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Perhaps the strategy worked.
"Boy, you still have some ability, and you actually made me give up my thoughts. Okay, Brother Fei, I'm in a good mood today, and I don't want to see blood, so you can go!"
After saying that, he spread his legs.
I didn't understand the meaning of his action at the time, so I stood up.
As soon as I stood up, I felt another huge pain in my back.
A bitch shouted: "Get through!"
After only hesitating for a second, I knelt down again, and then bit by bit got under Brother Fei's crotch.
I had two thoughts at that time.
First: A real man can bend and stretch. In ancient times, Han Xin also suffered crotch humiliation. Compared with him, I am nothing!
Second: If there is a chance, I will definitely let Fei Ge live and die!
After walking out of the house, the two thugs took me to another room.
Draw blood.
I drew two big bags full of blood, but it’s not even close to two kilograms!
After I finished smoking, the dizzy feeling was so strong that if I didn't hold on to something, I would probably fall over.
At the time, I didn’t know what the purpose of drawing blood was and thought they sold it to hospitals.
It was only later that I learned that it was to record blood type and other data to prepare for future kidneys.
After coming out of the blood drawing room, the dogleg took me to another room.
They asked me to take off my clothes down to my underwear, and then gave me a set of shabby clothes similar to factory uniforms.
These clothes are really not ordinary shabby!
Not to mention it was wrinkled, but there were blood stains on it, and it had not been washed for who knows how many days.
When you wear it, you can still smell a strong musty smell and stench.
At the same time, they threw me another label.
There is no name on the label, no department, just four numbers: 1086.
Yes, you don't even deserve a name here!
There is only one code name.
After doing all this, they finally took me to where I was going to sleep.
It was similar to the dormitory I used to work in in a garment factory, with five or six double-decker bunk beds.
But it was already occupied, so I could only sleep on the full-length bunk bed on the floor with other unlucky people.
There were probably more than thirty people living in the room. After I came in, everyone stood up in the shortest possible time, whether they were asleep or not.
Naturally, I don’t have that much respect, it’s just the two losers following me.
What I didn't expect was that the next second, everyone applauded.
There was even a fucking welcome ceremony!
I also noticed that some of my colleagues were among them.
While applauding, two colleagues had playful expressions on their faces, their lips raised and their eyes squinting.
The meaning of adding insult to injury is obvious.
I just can’t figure it out, everyone is a victim, where the hell do you get your sense of superiority from?
It was only as I got deeper that I realized that even the victim group is divided into levels!
The senior ones sleep on the bed, the newcomers sleep on the same bunk, and the unlucky ones don’t even have quilts!
They even bully newcomers, asking them to beat their backs and pinch their legs, buy cigarettes and pour water for washing their feet, etc.
In this regard, I can only say that human nature really changes with the environment.
Your life is in the hands of others, and you still have a sense of personal superiority!
Fortunately, I wasn't bullied on the first day I moved in, but I didn't have a quilt.
But compared to a small dark room, just being able to lie down is already an extremely happy thing, so don’t ask for so much!
However, there were two colleagues who were really trying to get both sides. They got into trouble on the first day here. Not only did they get a quilt, but they also slept on the bed!
Of course, if I nodded and bowed my head to please him, I might get such treatment.
It's just that I don't have such a character, and I don't bother to do it.
I was really exhausted from the past few days, physically and mentally exhausted, and had so much blood drawn. As soon as I lay down, even though I still felt pain in my body, I fell asleep quickly.
In the dream, I returned to my hometown.
My adoptive parents were very kind to me. They knew that I had suffered a lot and made me a big table of delicious food.
I was so moved that I couldn't stop crying. I ate hard while crying.
Unfortunately, the rapid ringing interrupted everything.
It also brought me back from my sweet dream to the bloody reality.
