On the third day, Lao Wan stepped into the park again as a distant relative of Lao Wei.
At this time, Lao Wan, with the help of Lao Wei, almost changed it from head to toe.
He also wore sunglasses on his head because of an eye problem. I couldn't recognize him for a moment just because of his appearance.
No one in the current internal security team is a member of Crazy Wolf, so I am not worried that anyone will recognize Lao Wan.
Of course, some piggies might know Lao Wan. I also thought about this problem, so I arranged a job similar to an assistant for Lao Wan, who mainly ran errands and did odd jobs in front of me.
Minimize contact with piglets as much as possible.
Even if he came into contact, I don't think anyone would associate him with Lao Wan.
All the piggies had witnessed Lao Wan's torture, and they all knew that he was bound to die. No matter how wild their imaginations were, they would never have imagined that he was Lao Wan!
At the same time, the 'Lao Wan' in the small dark room was also discovered by Lao Wei because of the stench, and under my inspection, he asked the two internal security guards to personally throw it into the catfish pond.
The dead 'Lao Wan' had been tortured to the point where his body was completely bruised, and even his facial features could no longer be seen as they were before.
I believe that when Shi Bangyan finds out, he will definitely give me a rare reward.
Since then, Lao Wan, who planned the riot, has died. Lao Wan, who has recovered from his injuries, has returned, and Jin Chan's plan to escape has been declared successful.
That night, I prepared some meals and two bottles of good wine, one to celebrate Lao Wan's 'resurrection from the dead', and the other to welcome him as a new member.
Sister Feng was very busy at work, so she came over to say a few words and then left.
Lao Wei was also very conscientious and knew that our current situation was very mysterious. He took a few bites of food and left.
He wanted to know as much as possible about the internal security movements headed by Ah Shui, which resulted in him getting off work later than Sister Feng every time.
But with Lao Wan joining, he should be able to relax a little more.
In my impression, all Shandong men have a good drinking capacity, but Lao Wan is an exception.
According to his own words, he could barely drink three bottles of beer, not even one glass of liquor, and he had not drank a drop of alcohol in the past few years.
With his drinking capacity, Sister Feng can hold up against both of them.
But today he was happy, so he made an exception and had a drink.
As he said, after taking two sips, Lao Wan's face was as red as a monkey's butt, and his eyes were a little blurry.
But he talked a lot more. In his crying and laughing narration, I got a deeper understanding of Lao Wan.
Compared with me, Lao Wan is relatively lucky. At least his biological father has been with him for twelve years.
And I obviously have two dads, but I don’t necessarily get as much love as him.
After Lao Wan's father passed away due to illness, his mother took on the important role of taking care of the three siblings.
It was also due to overdrafting her body when she was young that her mother became seriously ill and her health deteriorated, and she sadly passed away last year.
Lao Wan's marriage, like his life, was sweet at first and then bitter.
The first two years of marriage were relatively happy, but as the children grew up, the wife began to dislike her in every possible way.
In the final analysis, there is only one reason: you are incompetent and don't make money.
I always compare so-and-so in the village with Lao Wan, saying that so-and-so has bought a house again, and so-and-so has bought a car, and that if I marry so-and-so, it will be better than following you, and so on.
According to Lao Wan, because he could not make a lot of money, his wife would not sleep with him every time he came back from a trip.
This led to him becoming a monk for two years.
Lao Wan was also very aggrieved. He had worked hard to make money, but with such great ability, no matter how hard he tried, he could never meet his wife's requirements.
It was precisely because of the desire to make a lot of money that he was deceived into traveling to northern Myanmar.
Lao Wan came to northern Myanmar earlier, and was deceived into coming here around 2009.
He was first sold to the mining area. After working there for more than a year, he got lucky and was appointed by the supervisor as a supervisor.
Although the rights are not great, at least he does not need to be beaten.
After contacting his family, he learned that his wife had remarried a year after his disappearance.
It was also from that time that Lao Wan's state of mind changed a lot.
While he wished to cut his wife into pieces, he also hoped that she could live a happy life.
Maybe this is what good people are like. After encountering a major setback, a devil and an angel will always appear in their hearts, and then the angel will gain the upper hand.
Regarding this matter, Lao Wan accepted his fate, as long as he didn't treat his children badly.
Although I became a steward, I still had no freedom.
More than half a year later, on the day of the Water Splashing Festival, the mining area where he was located was occupied by another group of forces.
As I said before, the rivers and lakes in northern Myanmar are equivalent to Shanghai in the 1920s and 1930s.
Heroes stand side by side, various forces emerge in endlessly, and the law of the jungle eating the big fish and the small fish is vividly demonstrated in this arena.
The competition for mining areas in the past was much more ruthless than the competition for industrial parks now, with hundreds of people fighting at every turn!
Sometimes after a big battle, corpses and body parts can be seen everywhere.
Taking advantage of this firefight, Lao Wan was lucky enough to escape.
Unfortunately, I was caught in the park again.
It started in Bangkang, and then the owner of the park was tricked for some reason. After many twists and turns, he was sold to the small park in Mengbo, where he worked for three years.
If Mad Wolf hadn't been too inhumane, he would have continued to do so.
Because his thoughts have been completely solidified by this environment.
Just like Old Boo in Shawshank Redemption, if he is let out of the park, he may not know what he is going to do.
He was both eager and resistant to returning home.
He is not only afraid of being arrested and jailed, but also afraid that his children will be indifferent to him, and even more afraid that his ex-wife will say coldly: Look, I knew you were a waste!
After much thought, I chose to follow me.
When talking about this, Lao Wan cried three times in total.
One time was when he learned that his wife had remarried a year after he disappeared.
One time was when the old mother failed to fulfill her filial piety by her side before she passed away, and another time was when she talked about her two children.
To be honest, I didn't expect that Lao Wan, who had been tortured so many times without bowing his head to beg for mercy, would be so sensitive and fragile in his heart!
But it cannot be denied that he is a good person, but his life is not very good.
If you make enough money, all tragedies can be avoided.
But then again, if money is so easy to earn, how can there be any poor people in this world?
Lao Wan overdosed tonight and finally fell asleep on the sofa.
I was smoking a cigarette and drinking wine with the cold dishes on the table, thinking about what Lao Wan said before falling asleep: If I could go back in time, I would never get married.
I thought he most regretted not making a lot of money, or regretting coming to northern Myanmar, but I didn’t expect that he regretted getting married!
By the way, is marriage that scary?
I have no idea.
I only know that marriage is too far away for me, and I may not necessarily have a wife and children in this life.
There is a reason for me to think so. In my current state, I may not be able to fight in the world of northern Myanmar for how long!
I don’t know when I will die. Even if I am lucky enough to survive, how high a position will I have to reach before I can be completely stable?
To put it bluntly, even if I could stabilize, who the hell would I marry?
Sister Feng?
Don't talk nonsense. It's fine for the two of us to play house. If you want to be my wife, well, a concubine is pretty much the same.
Of course, if I could see the future, I would be silent.
Because not only did I get married, I got married twice.
and two women.
(End of chapter)
