It’s not too far from the cargo terminal to the teahouse, but along the way, I’ve seen countless missing persons notices.
Only when I met Uncle Ya did I realize that most of the notices were posted overnight by Uncle Ya.
In other words, the people at the Changchun Hui were only late in realizing it, and they may not be in such a chaotic state now.
Everything is in my plan, I can keep applying pressure!
When I was about to go out, Liu Wang and his brothers called me from behind.
When I looked carefully, these three young men all had tears in their eyes.
"Old, boss." Liu Wang, wearing a thick iron coat, moved towards me with great difficulty: "When will it be over?"
I turned my head and looked at the calendar on the wall: "If everything goes well, you will be free tomorrow."
"Really?"
"Why did you lie to me?"
As soon as I finished speaking, the three of them burst into tears, as if they had been wronged.
I've been through this, I know what it's like.
"you……"
When the words came to my lips, I hesitated for a moment, and then I asked: "What are the conditions at your home like?"
Liu Wang smiled bitterly: "The most valuable things in the house are two sheep. I..."
I waved my hand and interrupted him: "Then just learn your skills steadily and let's go."
The rich learn literature and the poor learn martial arts. This has been the case since ancient times.
Being an educated person is a mental job, so you have to eat well and supplement your nutrition.
Learning martial arts is different. I devour two steamed buns in a hurry, sleep again, and learn kung fu the same way I stand up.
As long as their family conditions are better, I will let them go.
Since we can meet them, it is fate. Within my ability, I am willing to help them.
After leaving the house, I went straight to the labor market.
This place looks quite chaotic, with bicycles parked randomly on the road, leaving only a very narrow passage in the middle.
Workers in work uniforms gathered together in groups of three and two to chat, their eyes occasionally passing over passers-by.
When I reached the middle of the road, I stopped, looked around, and shouted, "Come out if you can work."
"Buzz!"
Almost instantly, workers rushed forward, holding signs high on their chests.
"I can do plumbing!"
"I'm cheap!"
…
My head was swollen from the crowds of dozens of people. I quickly took a few steps back and said, "Wait a minute! Let me say something."
Taking advantage of the brief interval, I pointed to the sign on their chest: "Throw away all your work tools and follow me."
"No need for you to contribute, just one hundred yuan per person!"
As soon as these words came out, bursts of cheers broke out among the workers, and tools such as hoes and electric drills were immediately placed against the wall.
For them, this kind of work is like picking up a bargain.
I quickly suppressed my voice and said, "I don't have any other requirements. Just follow me and don't say a word."
"If you talk, you won't get any money."
This group of people are also very cute. They purse their lips tightly and nod hard.
"Walk."
I took dozens of people with me and turned around and headed straight for the funeral shop, the stronghold of Changchun Hui.
This is the first time I've been back here since Wang Ju's accident.
Looking at the somewhat familiar plaque, I only had four words in my mind: Things change and people change.
Before entering, I whispered to the workers behind me: "You just stand here, everyone is watching the room, and you are not allowed to talk or leave."
"Squeak."
The long-lost door was pushed open. I looked up and saw that the person sitting inside had been replaced by a waiter.
"Ouch."
The waiter crossed his legs, glanced at me sideways, and said disdainfully: "What a rare visitor!"
"Which of you is dead, come here and buy some burning paper?"
He shook the melon seed skins off his hands and pointed to the corner: "Choose whatever you want, I'll give you a discount."
"If you die, I'll give you a free bill!"
I turned around and slammed the door, and sneered: "My legs are no longer lame, and my words are sharper."
"I'm not quarreling with you, call your dad out."
The waiter slammed the table and shouted angrily: "You can also see my father?"
"What's wrong? Are you in charge, or can you be the master?"
I took a few steps forward and slapped it on the counter: "I can't see your father today, so don't blame me for ruining your reputation!"
I deliberately lay down on the counter and leaned next to the waiter: "Of course, you don't have to believe it, just try it and you will know."
