Wang Cunde was full of excitement, and hurriedly replied: "Second Shao, I am Wang Cunde, and I have come to confess my mistake to you." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Du Yinlang spit out a bone and said very dissatisfied: "There are people who stand and admit their mistakes?"

Before Wang Cunde could react, Liang Bohua said in a low voice: "Kneel!"

Wang Cunde's brain could no longer tolerate any entanglement, the word "backbone" flashed in his mind and shattered in a fraction of a second, and when he heard the words, his knees immediately weakened, and he fell to his knees, shouting: "Er Shao, I was wrong, please forgive me once." ”

In modern society, making the enemy kneel and beg for mercy is often just a joke. Kneeling is an extremely humiliating form of obedience, and once you kneel, it means that you have given in wholeheartedly in front of this person, and all dignity has disappeared.

If no one sees it, it's fine, but in front of everyone's eyes, there are many old acquaintances from the past, fox friends and dog friends who have drunk and prostituted together, which is really humiliating to the extreme.

But for modern people, what is backbone? Before profit and life, it is nothing.

The Zhu Crab Committee is so ruthless that once you slap your face, you will tear all your face to shreds.

Du Yinlang sneered: "What does this old thing mean? You didn't offend me, why did you admit your mistakes to me?"

Wang Cunde, who was in a state of bleeding from his heart, suddenly walked a few steps on his knees, climbed up to Song Baojun, and shouted: "The army is small, the army is small, I am wrong, I have no eyes, I don't know your old man, please let me live." ”

In the past few days, Song Baojun has been recuperating from his injuries, concentrating on researching ways to enhance his ghostly energy, and basically does not hear what is going on outside the window. The bankruptcy and bankruptcy of Yunlong Company is too far away from the lives of ordinary citizens, and it can't reach his ears, until he was called by his cousin to eat this afternoon, and he said that there was a big meal to mix, and when Wang Cunde cowered and appeared at the door, he didn't understand.

Suddenly, Song Baojun felt that people were mixed up like this, and it was really miserable, and he wanted to step forward and pull up Wang Cunde for a while.

Before he could make any moves, just when he had a thought in his mind, a calm and calm voice said in the depths of his mind: "If you don't plan to become Wang Cunde in the future, it's best to do as I say!"

It is the philosophical personality that speaks.

"What? Could it be that Lao Tzu's sympathy is also wrong?" Song Baojun naturally retorted.

The philosophical personality ignores his vexatiousness and says: "In the sociological conception there are many rules of conduct, the first of which is that the steps of the successful are made of the skulls of the losers! Once you have chosen this path, you cannot stop, and there is no mercy. Unless you become a skull for other successful people to trample on. Think about it, did you ever feel a little sympathy when he deliberately had someone fix you in front of your good friends and classmates? Do you wish you had a similar experience in the future?"

"Of course not. Then let Wang Cunde be my first skull step. ”

A white light flashed, and Song Baojun re-entered reality.

"Jun Shao, I was insane at that time, and I did the wrong thing that is not as good as a pig and a dog, please forgive me. You've got a lot of them, so let's just let me go as a fart. ”

Wang Cunde thought to himself that he was kneeling, so why talk about these ugly words, anyway, Lao Tzu has no face and no skin.

After shouting a few more words, I saw that Song Baojun had no reaction to what he said, and his heart became more and more flustered, like a death row prisoner waiting for execution.

He simply crawled and hugged Song Baojun's calves, his voice was a trembling panic, and said: "The army is small, the army is ......."

It doesn't look much better than a dog.

The people around shook their heads and sighed, some couldn't bear to look at it, a few old men were serious and planned to help intercede, and some were eager to please Du Ershao, but they had already stood up and said loudly: "Wang Cunde, you dog, don't you see that the military youth's shoes are dirty?"

The person who shouted was clearly the boss of Huimin Supermarket who took a sauna with him at the Huangtai Leisure Club last month. At that time, it cost more than 400 yuan, but Boss Li rushed to settle the bill.

As soon as these words came out, Wang Cunde's mind exploded, and he clearly remembered that when he asked two bodyguards to throw Song Baojun out that day, the other party once said: "I must ask you to lick my shoes." ”

It's really a vast world, and life is like a dream.

Wang Cunde leaned down and leaned towards Song Baojun's leather shoes, his heart full of humiliation. There were sporadic boos around.

Coldly, Song Baojun raised his foot and kicked him the head and face, and said, "Mr. Wang, my leather shoes are high-end goods bought from Tianqiao for twenty-five yuan, I'm afraid I can't afford to lick them with your qualifications." ”

Wang Cunde was kicked on the upper lip, and he fell over, his mouth was wet, it turned out that he was missing a front tooth, and blood flowed out. He didn't dare to cry out in pain, so he quickly got up and continued to kneel in front of Song Baojun.

Song Baojun beckoned to the waiter and whispered a few words. After a while, the waiter brought a dirty and tattered porcelain basin, with peeling patent leather, grease, and mold in some places, and a few clumps of dry and smelly leftovers.

Song Baojun took the porcelain basin and put it in front of Wang Cunde, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wang, I heard that you have been waiting outside all day, and you are hungry when you want to come, this pot of leftovers will be rewarded to you, kneel and eat slowly." ”

Wang Cunde hesitated for a few seconds, and Song Baojun smiled coldly: "Why, Mr. Wang doesn't give face?"

The one who used to take a sauna together had a good relationship with the two of them and wore the same pair of pants, Li Lao called again: "Wang Cunde, you are a dog! The military young man gives you leftovers because he can afford you, don't grind and chirp and don't know how to lift!" It seems that if it weren't for the military youth's face, he would probably have to come over to appreciate Wang Cunde's slap.

Wang Cunde only had sadness in his heart, knelt on the ground and slowly stretched his head to the porcelain basin, licking the leftovers like a dog.

This process is quite sadistic, some people are in a cold sweat, and some people are restless, and they all imagine in their hearts that if that person is themselves, it may be really difficult to continue to live.

Song Baojun lit a cigarette, looked at it coldly on the side, and waited for Wang Cunde to barely eat eighty percent full, slowly dusted off the ashes of the cigarette, and said, "Mr. Wang, are you still satisfied with my hospitality today?"

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