"The world is afraid of the word serious" - Teacher Mao

At 19:42 on the evening of July 12, 2016, the shantytown and the urban area bordered

Yellow hair is not called yellow hair, and no parent can predict in advance what color hair their children will dye when they grow up, so yellow hair is just a name.

Huang Mao's name is Chen Haoqiang, and in his parents' mouths, he is called Qiangzi.

In the gang, the boss called him Ah Qiang.

The younger brother called him Brother Qiang.

There is a star in Hong Kong, who plays a movie called Chen Haonan, and he is only one word short of him.

Huang Mao, that is, Chen Haoqiang thinks that Chen Haoqiang should become the representative of the old boy.

But he didn't want to be famous.

After all, he was a thief, not a ruffian.

He looked down on Chen Haonan because he felt that he had insulted the title of thief.

The police uncles like to call him a thief, the masses like to call him a thief, and he himself likes to call himself a thief.

There is also a way to steal.

He has three not to steal.

Don't steal mobile phones, you can't delay the intimate contact between the people and the people around them because of his whim, mainly because he won't unlock the flash, and the current system has a positioning function, and it's even more frustrating that the front camera silently takes pictures and collects evidence, he is afraid of being caught.

Don't steal jewelry, you can't delay girls and girls to show their jewels in front of their boyfriends or husbands or lovers because of his accidental itchy hands, mainly because the jewelry is worn close to the body, and it is easy to be discovered.

Don't steal documents, can't delay the majority of office workers to do business or work because of his interest, the main reason is that he can't understand the content of the documents, last time he took someone else's briefcase, and as a result, Zhang Bang TV broadcast census offered a reward of 200,000 yuan, which almost scared him to death, and finally took advantage of the fact that others were not paying attention and was still at the door of the police station.

He only steals wallets.

Although it is now a cashless society, and everyone is more accustomed to transferring money on their mobile phones rather than using cash, there are always a few Jiang Huanshui in a hundred individuals, either because they have not had time to save or because of some special reasons, they have a lot of banknotes in their wallets.

In addition, most of the documents, bank cards, and membership cards are in the wallet, and there are many invoices, and people habitually put these cards and bills together, that is, in the wallet.

Even if there is no cash in it, Huang Mao still has a way to get the money.

There are a few steps.

1. Stealing your wallet

2. Take the cash inside

3. Contact the owner according to a series of things that can prove identity, such as ID cards, student IDs, library cards, social security cards, etc

4. Tell the owner that he "inadvertently" picked up the wallet on the bus, on the road, in the garbage bin, in the seat, etc

Fifth, tell that after a series of arduous and persevering efforts to find the process, the owner was finally found

Sixth, through various verbal skills, etc., implicitly but firmly ask for some compensation or reward

Seventh, through the other people in the team to come forward to exchange, the wallet belongs to the owner, the remuneration is returned to the person, and the two are divided into two or eight afterwards, and the gang is two

For the purpose of trouble and saving trouble for reissuing documents, most of the owners are still willing to pay a little money in exchange for some convenience, and in this way, Huang Mao quickly accumulated a large amount of savings.

Huang Mao is very serious and very smart.

Fifteen years ago, he came to Beijing from Yuzhong, and he committed more than 10,000 thefts, but so far he has only been arrested three times, and has been imprisoned for less than two months in total; when he encountered his peers no less than 70 or 80 times, he forcibly took out nearly 200 wallets from his colleagues; and he was robbed 120 times by hackers, and the amount of loss did not exceed 2,000 yuan.

Similarly, he followed the gang seven or eight times and made 30,000 or 40,000 yuan.

In his business, the old-timers who have been in the industry for 30 years went in last year because they were too greedy, and they went in for five years.

The man is tall and big, and some fitness coaches have been blown up with tendons and meat, and the brother who runs faster than a rabbit is so crazy that he was broken by other gangs and washed his hands.

I haven't been in school for a few years, just with a reckless spirit, I didn't steal but grabbed bags on the street, but I ran to the police station in a panic and ran to the police station without food, and I was immediately twisted, and I am still picking up soap in the number.

Yellow hair is not greedy, not crazy, not reckless. It is hard when it should be hard, soft when it should be soft, judging the situation, being able to bend and stretch, having strong business ability, and being full of leadership charm, and is the backbone of their gang.

When his younger brothers still needed to work together so as not to be found out by the people and beaten, he had already done it alone and successfully completed more than 100 times.

He wasn't going to make a move today.

He's going to buy a car today.

Yes, buy a car.

He carried 100,000 yuan on his body, 50,000 yuan was tied to his waist with a special belt, and the other 50,000 was hidden on his body.

He doesn't trust bank transfers, he doesn't trust check remittances, the information society, these will cause trouble, follow the flow of funds, you can find out at a glance.

After all, the car he bought was not clean either.

It was another group of people who sold the car, he had already asked his younger brother to sit around, it was good if the deal could be successful, and he was not afraid if the deal was not successful, and he was tough.

But just now on the bus, it was really the right time and place, the crowded crowd, the carriage that braked sharply from time to time, and the silly white sweet working girl who didn't pay attention to the bag just by looking at the mobile phone.

If you don't make a move, I'm sorry for Master Zu.

So he struck.

Super easy.

At the moment, six purses were lying quietly in the pockets of their jackets.

The thickness is satisfactory.

Huang Mao's pace couldn't help but be more brisk.

It was only a short kilometer from the place of trading, and another five minutes through the alley, and his younger brothers were already waiting for him in the restaurant next door.

Well, there is usually a person in the alley where no one is usually many.

After getting closer, after seeing the person's appearance clearly, Huang Mao's tense mood relaxed.

The steps are vain, the face is pale, the belly is bulging, the face and hands are white and tender, the eyes behind the big black frames are empty, and the eyes are thick panda eyes.

Cut, another dead house that stayed up late.

Huang Mao has always looked down on the dead house.

This kind of creature, squatting at home every day, eating and drinking is high-calorie garbage, weak hands and feet, can't walk fast, can be exhausted after running two steps, white skin like a girl, and the combat effectiveness is not 5 scum.

Huang Mao couldn't help but touch his belly, under the thick pile of yuan were refined abdominal muscles, the thick muscles on the thighs with beautiful lines, and the broad back pulsated with the vitality of life.

I thought it was a stubble sent by the other gang, but I didn't expect it to be a dead house.

Huang Mao felt a little nervous, it seemed that he had to rest for a while after buying the car, drove out for a ride, and hung a few girls to play.

The distance between the two gradually narrowed.

Fifty meters.

Forty meters.

Thirty meters.

Twenty meters.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Pass.

Together it's business as usual—is it?

No, between the lightning and flint, Huang Mao felt that the back of his head was a little cold.

His hair immediately stood on end, his teeth were clenched, and his experience of dealing with street gangsters, gangster brothers, delinquent teenagers who dropped out of school, and plainclothes strips told him that the dead house just now actually wanted to hit him on the back of the head.

Huang Mao was shocked and angry, shocked that this dead house had the courage to beat him, and angry, damn, this dead house actually dared to beat me.

Then there was another sneer in his heart, his right hand was clenched with his right fist at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve, his right elbow was tight, and he was erected obliquely behind his head, his head leaned forward rapidly, and his neck shrunk down, like a turtle startled by thunder. At the same time, the left hand has grabbed the cold steel knuckle on the belt, the wrist is forced, the knuckle with short spikes has almost been pulled out of the K sheath, the foot begins to exert force, the knee joint is transferred to the right, the muscles of the waist rub the envelope containing the RMB with the skin, the surging power is output from the muscle group, and the whole body begins to deflect to the right.

As long as the right hand can block the blow, then the attacker will be caught by the yellow hair because the subsequent action deformation caused by the first action is blocked, and the inertia brought by the turn in a very short period of time will be accompanied by the whip-like left hand and the finger tiger on the left hand will give the attacker a heavy blow to the liver.

With a little luck, the attacker fainted without saying a word, as if he had been hit head-on by an 80-yard car.

Luckily, the attacker will spit out a mouthful of sour water with gastric juice and saliva, and then hold his stomach and twist it on the ground like a shrimp.

As for how to deal with it later, it all depends on the mood of Uncle Huang Mao.

Whether to leave him a few transparent holes, or give him a few eye-sealing fists, you can cook whatever you want.

As if he could see the follow-up scene, Huang Mao felt a little proud in his heart, and his left arm, waist, and right hand couldn't help but add a little strength.

However.

Things didn't go the way Huang Mao had expected.