On a sunny day, the mountains and forests are foggy.
It may have rained too much in the past, causing the jungle to accumulate too much water. This made the area around Menneng become foggy, as if a city was hidden in the fog.
But I was unlucky. When driving to the prison, the driver didn't dare to step on the accelerator for fear of something happening.
Fortunately, we arrived safely.
I came here to see the boss Peng, just like in old age, when people have something they can't understand, they always want to find an old man to ask.
I also want to ask someone. The point is, there are only a few people around me, and I have to maintain my superior demeanor. Who can I ask?
Therefore, Peng, the big boss who planned to prevent the Kokang Allied Forces from causing trouble, became my chief of staff.
I am coming again.
The boss Peng Ting was very comfortable. He made a bamboo chair beside the thatched house of the black prison. He sat on the bamboo chair and waved a cattail leaf fan in his hand. He was like an expert who was tired of worldly disputes, humming something that I couldn't understand at all. Little song.
When I got closer, I sat down on the floor next to Boss Peng. Boss Peng, who looked like a lonely old man who saw his children in a nursing home, narrowed his eyes and started giving orders.
"Han'er, aren't you a good cook here?"
“The food I cook is neither spicy nor spicy, and it doesn’t taste fragrant when you eat it.”
I didn't make a sound.
"Besides, there isn't even a TV in this room. What do you want me to do here all day?"
"At least get a mahjong machine and gather a few people to play mahjong."
I haven't spoken yet.
Boss Peng opened his eyes and stared at me: "Didn't you, you idiot, send people to Bangkang to fight the autumn wind?"
I still don't speak.
"Silly!"
"If I tell you not to send people, don't send people, have you got your brains kicked by a donkey?!"
I suddenly raised my head and smiled at him: "I've searched all over Meneng, and I still haven't caught your son today. Boss Peng, tell me, where can your son be hidden?"
The boss, Peng Na, opened his mouth, closed it tightly in an instant, turned his head, and continued to lie on the chair, becoming the same as before.
It took a long time before he asked: "Is today going to be a court hearing or an execution?"
"Huh?" I looked at him: "You don't want to live anymore?"
"You son of a bitch don't want to live anymore!"
The boss Peng opened his mouth and cursed: "I can give you soldiers, I can also give you the background of the Kokang Alliance Army, but my son, don't even think about it."
"Do you think it's possible?" I smiled evilly.
"If you can catch me, we will be reunited here. Why do you still want to ask me?"
I muttered: "Actually, I can not arrest him, but I can turn a blind eye and allow him to leave Meng Neng secretly..."
"Shut up."
"I won't listen!"
The boss Peng then said: "I have no money in my hand that I can exchange with you, and I will never drool over the sesame cakes you gave me. If you have the ability to catch him, he will fall into your hands." His fate is bad."
"Hahahahaha..."
When all the plans fell through, I suddenly couldn't help laughing. I thought that the boss Peng would be led by my nose. Who knew that this old guy was smarter than anyone else.
But, I'm not angry, not at all.
"If there is such a thing, how about you give me an idea and I will never look for your son again from now on?"
I told everything I saw, happened, and felt in school, without hiding a word.
The boss, Peng, didn't interrupt and listened quietly. It wasn't until I finished speaking that he nodded with an 'um'.
"Your turtle son is here today to ask for my inheritance."
"In other words, you are still just a bandit who occupies the mountain as king, and you are not a real king yet."
I sighed after hearing the words: "It's not that easy to be a king."
We both looked at the mine where the sound of 'ding, ding' was coming from the mine, and both of us fell into deep thought.
I know why Big Boss Peng said I was a gangster, because after being guided by Big Boss, Lao Qiao and others, my methods were ruthless enough to scare everyone. But how can a king only have means?
Otherwise, why would Da Bao keep suppressing so many talented people, and then suppress them for a lifetime?
"Want to hear what I have to say?"
The boss Peng crossed his legs and curled his lips.
"I want to hear it." I was extremely religious, even if I was just pretending.
"majiang machine?"
"It'll be there tomorrow."
"chef?"
"Two days late, you may not be able to find the right one so quickly."
The boss Peng sat up straight, leaned forward and asked me: "Are you reading?"
"Don't look, I'm sleepy."
"Then do you know what you and that Yaomei are arguing about?"
I looked at him doubtfully: "Isn't it just power?"
"Wrong old man!"
"Wrong old man!"
The boss, Peng, pointed at me with his index finger and said, "I lost to you unjustly."
"What you and that girl are fighting for is the highest point of consciousness."
"In ancient Europe, the Pope's words of 'judgment' could make the imperial power as fragile as paper. Do you think this is power?"
"Even if this is power, is it the invisible God who leads this power?"
"Wrong old man!"
"It's about ideology. It requires a group of people to believe that God exists, so that it can be used."
The boss Peng picked up the enamel jar next to him and took a sip of water before continuing: "What you are afraid of is not that the female doll will take away the power in your hands. What you are afraid of is that the female doll will take away the power of the mighty common people. Ideology.”
"You expect them to become modern people, but you are also afraid that when they become modern people-free."
He said it was in my heart.
Use words I can understand to say what I can't say.
He used his life to make up for the cultural gap between us. This is why in ancient times, when people had questions, they were willing to ask older people, because he has also experienced what you have experienced, and he knows how to tell you. You can understand.
"Back then, when I was still immature, I also met such a person. However, in our time, such people were usually all red... so red that it made me angry every day, and at night I was in disarray. It hurts.”
"It's a pity that I didn't understand or know how to do it back then. A burst of fire came up and killed people."
"In all these years, I have never met such a person again."
"It wasn't until I lost to you that I realized that this was the opportunity God gave me to become a king, and I smashed it with my own hands."
I saw the regret on the face of the boss Peng. How much he hated himself back then and was afraid of death. Only the two of us can understand.
"Then the person died and I no longer had similar troubles, so I began to think about whether there was a better way to solve this matter. Boy, I can tell you three ways now. You listen carefully before making your choice."
"The first one is like me, kill him directly, and then you won't have any trouble again."
I raised my head and looked at my big boss friend: "Are you planning to let me follow your path until the end?"
What he said is what I am most familiar with and what I am doing. Only those of us standing on this road can see the results of this kind of thing. There cannot be a 'dark' group with a long-term dominance in this world. , even those who engage in crooked ways have to label themselves 'pseudo-beliefs' and 'pseudo-ideals'.
The boss Peng glanced at me and made no comment.
"Second, let her do whatever she wants, and let her lead you fools to find the light."
This is even more nonsense!
I felt like I had asked the wrong person, so I responded with a bit of disdain: "Let's not talk about the problem of steel being easy to break. Let's talk about the people standing under the sun. That annoying pride is not allowed to shine in their eyes. There are two colors, black and gray.”
"When the time comes, she can't just attack the people around me?"
"Then what do you want me to do? Should I help someone I know is right and end up hurting myself? Or should I help someone I know is wrong and destroy this last glimmer of light?"
"This can be put aside. What if they become corrupted under the influence of power, start to think that I am in the way, and start using all their power to kill me before I know it?"
"You old bastard, why do you always want me to make wedding dresses for others?"
I glared at the boss Peng.
But he nodded with satisfaction, as if he was praising me.
"There is a third kind..."
I shook my head, not wanting to hear it anymore. What he said didn't have the answer I wanted.
I'm not satisfied with either.
The boss Peng smiled more and more grimly: "The third way is to let her understand that she is just a seed. If she wants to grow out of the ground, it will take countless arduous processes."
"You want me to personally plan her growth path?"
"Yes!"
Boss Peng continued: "Give her the best food and use the best food to keep her energetic and high-spirited, but don't give her even the slightest chance."
"Bureaucrat, do you understand?"
"Even if she writes a love letter to your boy, it will take months to get a 'hmm' reply."
I seemed to sense danger: "Just wait a moment."
"This kind of thing always turns downward when it cannot go up. Once it goes down, it will grow wildly...Old bastard, are you harming me?!"
The boss Peng said with a smile: "I am teaching you how to firmly control this kind of person in the palm of your hand, teaching you how to temper her, otherwise, I will ask you to reply 'hmm' to make fun of her? I am constantly giving her hope." When the time comes, drag me to death.”
"Then what?" I looked at the boss Peng thoughtfully.
"Then?"
"If she grows up as you expect and understands perseverance and difficulty, then give her a little more power."
"Don't she want there to be laws in this land? Then let her do it."
"To be able to be a teacher, you must at least have a group of intellectual classmates, right? If you bring these people over, you can make a prototype. You don't have to worry about it. They rush forward stupidly with their 'ideal' goal in mind. What a shame. good?"
I asked again: "Wouldn't it be counterproductive to indulge in pampering?"
"Will!"
The boss Peng picked up a few leaves on the ground, picked up a small stone, stuffed it in, covered it with leaves, and handed it to me.
"What?"
"Laws!"
I was stunned.
“If we have laws to follow and laws to enforce, we have to allow unjust cases to happen, right?”
"You get a few unjust cases that can hit people to the bottom without causing death, just like the pebbles hidden in the leaves, don't let them find out."
"This is your trump card. As soon as this prototype starts to 'protect food', it will be a slap in the face if you raise your hand."
I understand what this means, but my slap...
"Then let's break up?"
"Who asked you to do it?"
"What do you do with so many people under your command? What do the stupid people like pigs do? People will risk their lives to publicize an unjust case. Aren't they all your little public opinion workers?"
A character is missing!
I!
"Can you not be so smart?"
Boss Peng has already seen what I'm thinking from my eyes, and he actually calls me smart?
"You can only appear at this time."
Boss Peng took my arm and slowly walked to the edge of the mine. Pointing at the mine locked by thick fog, he said, "I had placed my hope in you, hoping that you would create a prosperous age for all nations to come to Korea." Boss Peng suddenly didn't. The local accent.
"I will give you a stable life;"
"The right that others cannot offend..."
"Is this how you repay me?"
The boss Peng acted really well, he was really into the role, and I even lowered my head unconsciously.
"Now everyone outside wants me to kill you. I can't wait to chop you up right away!"
"But I feel sorry for my good intentions!"
"What was the result? As a result, you were beaten so low that you didn't even dare to raise your head and look at me!!"
I was about to raise my head...
Boss Peng pointed to his arm: "Where are you looking? The key point is here!"
help!
I saw the hand of the boss Peng holding me up.
"Promising the best living conditions is what an angel should do. But when such a person, whether an angel or a demon, cannot be controlled, then you have to give her the best living conditions. Putting some chronic poison in your food is called a devil."
"The moment it backfires and becomes completely poisonous, you have to tell her the nature of this world. In the hell that belongs to the devil, shine out the brilliance that originally belonged to the angel, and restore her self-confidence. This is called an evil angel."
The boss Peng slowly put his hands behind his back: "Imperial power has never been about angels standing on the left and devils on the right..."
"Since ancient times, the imperial power has always been a demon on one hand and an evil envoy on the other."
"Learn." He also deliberately imitated me and said a Northeastern dialect: "You are so far behind!"
Fuck... (End of chapter)
