"Young man, why did you go there? Then break into the slum."
Lao Wang drove his own taxi and chatted wordlessly with Ye Fei beside him. He couldn't stop talking.
He just likes to chat with passengers, otherwise he would be bored to death after driving for a day.
"It's nothing, I just have a friend who I'm going to visit today. Master, are you familiar with it?"
Hearing Ye Fei's question, Lao Wang suddenly felt confident, considering that he had been driving a taxi for decades.
There was no place in the city that he didn't know, and he even knew exactly where there was a toilet.
"Young man, you don't know that there were several major incidents in that place a few years ago, and many people died."
"If you ask me, it's the old woman who brought it upon herself. She picked and picked at it day by day."
Hearing the topic that Lao Wang started talking about, Ye Fei was very happy to continue the conversation. After all, he really didn't know about it.
"Then what's going on, master? I haven't been in the county in the past few years, so I don't know what happened. Please tell me."
Seeing that Ye Fei didn't know, Lao Wang felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart. He liked to tell passengers these things they didn't know.
"Just last year, there was an old woman who didn't turn on the lights every night in order to save electricity. As a result, her husband got up to go to the toilet at night and didn't see her banging on the toilet at night."
"I was sent to the hospital that night. You think it was miserable or not? The electricity bill he saved was not enough to go to the hospital."
After Lao Wang finished speaking, he stopped talking. Ye Fei was stunned for a while and then recovered. It seemed that the driver was also a chatterbox.
In order to satisfy the driver's vanity, Ye Fei continued to ask:
"Master, what's next? Didn't you tell me about human life? It's not like knocking on the toilet to kill someone, right?"
Lao Wang took out a cigarette and lit it, took a puff and said slowly:
"After the old woman's wife was hospitalized, some relatives gave her fruit. After she was discharged from the hospital, she didn't finish the fruit."
"Some of them were rotten after we got them home. The two old men ate the rotten ones without wanting to waste them. As a result, the good ones also went bad within a few days."
"Just like this, these two old men ate more than ten kilograms of rotten fruit, and then ended up in the hospital again. Tell me about this."
"The matter is not over yet. After going to the hospital, I thought I had spent a lot of money. These two old men should be more careful."
"Who knows, everyone has been discharged from the hospital, but I'm still digging around because it's a slum, so you can raise a few chickens and so on."
"Who knew that the chickens would be poisoned when they were being fed later? The two old men couldn't bear to part with them and ate them."
"Then he sent himself away. I heard that he even distributed the chickens to the neighbors. Fortunately, the neighbors had little to eat."
When Ye Fei heard this, he suddenly felt that his whole body was shocked. He really didn't expect that someone could dunk to such an extent.
"Well, that's quite miserable. I've been digging around all my life, I haven't saved any money, and I've lost my life. Why do you think this person is digging like this?"
Hearing the driver's words, Ye Fei thought for a long time, and he didn't understand why he was so picky.
"I don't know, maybe it's because of the persistence of the older generation."
Hearing Ye Fei's answer, Lao Wang nodded.
"Actually, there is no need for their family to be so picky. After all, the house owned by those two old men is the most valuable in the slum. The house number is three six."
"Someone paid a lot of money to buy the two old people but didn't sell them. Maybe it would be different if they were sold."
Ye Fei didn't say anything. He didn't agree with what the driver said. Even if the old man sold his house, he would still search for it. This was the habit of the previous generation.
"What happened in the end? Didn't you care about the old man's children?"
Hearing Ye Fei's words, Lao Wang shook his head.
"It was originally a slum, and then people died, which directly caused the housing prices in that small area to plummet, and many people around it lost their lives."
"After all, no one wanted to live in a house with a dead person next to it, so all the residents in that area moved out."
"Two old people have no children. If they had children, they wouldn't live in slums."
After Lao Wang finished telling the story, he happened to arrive at the slum. Looking at the dilapidated gate of the slum, Ye Fei sent a text message to Rakshasa asking for the location.
Just when Ye Fei was about to go inside first, he was stopped by Lao Wang.
"Young man, you didn't give me any money. Are you too immersed in my story to extricate yourself? Look, you forgot to give me any money."
After hearing what the driver said, Ye Fei remembered that he hadn't paid the money yet and was only thinking about communicating with Rakshasa.
"I'm sorry, master. I'll give you two hundred yuan. The extra ten yuan will be used as the cost of listening to the story."
Lao Wang took the money, thanked Ye Yefei and drove away in a taxi. After all, the platform had found another customer for him.
He wants to continue his money-making journey to earn living expenses for his wife and children.
After Ye Fei stepped into the slum, he found that it was indeed very poor. There were dilapidated houses everywhere, and even the walls had fallen off.
Some houses are covered with ivy, and the ivy surrounds the house. It looks like it is old at first glance.
As Ye Fei slowly went deeper, the sky gradually darkened, and the sound of fire and cooking could be heard from around him.
Although the slums are small, they have the highest population density in the county.
After all, the poor always make up the majority, and those who have the money to buy houses elsewhere in the county are ultimately the minority.
At this moment, Ye Fei's mobile phone finally received a message from "Rakshasa".
"It's house number 667, come here quickly."
Ye Fei looked at the address in the text message, asked people around him and then walked towards the address in the text message.
Ten minutes later, as soon as Ye Fei stepped into the place, he realized something was wrong. It was a bit too lively here.
Although the sound of rice and television could be heard in the streets, there were also the occasional sounds of couples arguing and drinking.
But the driver just told him that because No. 666 died, everyone around him was evacuated.
So there is no way there is food here. After all, there are no people, so how can there be food?
…
"Brother Li, I have good news for you, but it may be bad news for you. Your Rakshasa has been captured by me."
"Even Ye Fei is about to fall into my hands. This time, my Long family wins. It's really easy to win."
Long Daxiang stood in front of Li Yuanzhi, his eyes full of pride and sarcasm, "You still want to kill me, won't you just be killed by me?"
"Long Daxiang, I admit that you are capable, but you have to remember that it's not the last moment yet."
Although Li Yuanzhi said this, he had already lost hope in his heart. Even Ye Fei and Rakshasa were captured.
Moreover, he has been arrested now. The Li family is now leaderless. If they really fight with the Long family, there is no possibility of winning.
