The gray sky is drizzling, and even if the car air conditioner is on, people still can't help but feel a chill.

Bismarck's afterglow caught a glimpse of his own admiral's frowning brow, and he couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you, Admiral?" ”

"No, it's okay, it's just the weather that reminds me of something from my childhood." The rafter withdrew his gaze from the window.

"Huh? When was the Admiral a child? Now, Lord Admiral must have been cute when he was a child, right? "Fantasy is coaxing in the back.

"Is it cute? Hehe, childhood memories are not pleasant memories for me. Shang Rafter smiled self-deprecatingly, ending the topic. However, I can't recall those old things in my heart.

The fire sixteen years ago was the culprit that took away the happy family of Shang Rafter. It threw the six-year-old little merchant rafters who were supposed to hide in the arms of their parents and sell cuteness too early into the big dye vat called "society".

——Early autumn a year later——

"Hey! You, yes, that's you. I said, do you want to eat with us? "A little beggar who looked to be in his teens asked another little beggar who was seven or eight years old.

The seven or eight-year-old little beggar was stunned for a moment, and finally agreed to the other party's invitation after thinking about it......

"! You little bastard, how did you get so many? The pockmarked man, who is not a good person no matter how he looks at it, dodged the broken bowl in the little beggar's hand, and took away all the coins and banknotes worth one cent, five cents, and one piece, and scolded the little beggar and gave the little beggar a slap: "If there is still only so much tomorrow, Lao Tzu will break your legs and let you beg!" ”

"This damn little bastard, he can't even pretend to be pitiful, he can't ask for a meal, and he sells it to ......" The pockmarked face of abuse faded away.

Xiao Shangrafter, who was only seven years old at the time, covered his dirty little face and stared blankly at the empty broken bowl in front of him.

He only joined this big family that lives by begging yesterday, and he thought that the big guys would get together just to get warmer during the winter, and that some people could take care of each other when they were hungry, so that they didn't have to work so hard to get hungry and wild dogs for food...... It's a pity that the reality is always so cruel, this is not a "big family" that can rely on each other at all, but a begging group controlled by five or six adults like Mazi Face to collect money.

-- Two months later --

"Brother Littlefinger, this little bastard is the most talented one I have here, only 450 yuan, you can take it." The pockmarked face brought Shang Rafter to a thin middle-aged man with a little thumb missing from his right hand.

"Tsk, 450 is 450, but uncle, I said ugly things in front, if this little bastard has no understanding, then Lao Tzu will break his limbs and throw it back for you, and use him to earn enough 1000 yuan and then give Lao Tzu back with interest, understand?" The middle-aged man who was called Brother Littlefinger glanced at Shang Rafter, and patted the pockmarked face on the shoulder as he handed over the money.

"Understood, understood." The pockmarked face only accepted the "payment".

As a result, the small business rafters were bought by the head of the thief group for 450.

However, the life of the small business rafters is not good, and it is very appropriate to describe it as just out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's den.

When I was trading in the rafters in the beggar's den, I would be slapped a few times and kicked a few times at most. But when he arrived at the thief's den, he was taught the "craft" by the little finger brother, and the slightest mistake was a whip, or a needle pricked on the finger.

As the saying goes, it's easy to learn bad, it's hard to learn bad, three days to learn bad, and three years to learn well. Or maybe Shang Rafter is really talented? In short, a month later, he was sent out on the street by the "master" to "practice". And the first time I succeeded, I found a bulging cloth bag from an old lady.

Xiao Shangrin was both excited and guilty at that time, excited that he didn't have to be beaten when he went back to make a business, and he was guilty that such a cloth bag might be the coffin book that the old lady had saved for most of her life. Well, the main thing is that he remembered his grandmother who had been dead for three years, and his impression was a little vague, but he loved him very much.

"This is ......," Xiao Shang Rafter, who opened the cloth bag to confirm the results of the battle, looked at the white powder wrapped in kraft paper in front of him, and was a little stunned. After smelling it, he realized that this was not the "fairy powder" that the "master" often smoked on weekdays, but a rat medicine. As for why Xiao Shang Rafter knew rat medicine, it was because he almost ate this thing before his family was ruined, and he thought it was powdered sugar at the time, but fortunately his parents found out in time before he poured it into his mouth.

As a result, the first success of the small business rafters who entered the industry for the first time was a fragmentary 312 yuan soft girl coin plus a pack of rat killers.

Before handing over the money to the "master", Xiao Shang Rafter did not throw away the bag of rat killers, but found a place to hide it, he still had to rely on this thing to escape, how could he be willing to throw it away?

By the way, when the father of the little merchant rafter taught his son who almost ate rat poison, he said: "Little rabbit cub! Dare to stuff anything into your mouth, and you will never wake up again if you eat this thing! ”

The small business rafters don't really understand what it means to be unable to wake up, is it never able to wake up? Or can't you wake up for a while? Of course, none of this matters, as long as the "master" can't wake up, so that he has time to slip away.

On the eve of dinner that day, Xiao Shangrin secretly replaced the MSG in the kitchen with rodentide, and poured half a pack into the pot where the rice was lived for fear that the dose would not be enough. As the leader of this thief group, of course Brother Littlefinger will not eat a big pot of rice and drink cabbage soup with his subordinates, so the remaining rat killers are mixed into the "fairy powder" of the "master" by the witty little business rafters.

Soon it was time for dinner, and after the other nine "uncles" and four "brothers and sisters" were seated in addition to the "master", the little merchant rafter who was the eldest was nervous and excited and brought the pot of rice with enough ingredients.

Putting down the heavy cauldron, Xiao Shangrin frowned painfully, and said to the fifteen or sixteen-year-old "senior brother" beside him: "Brother Rong, I have a stomachache, you can eat, I'll go to the toilet." ”

"Damn, while eating, get out of here!" "Senior brother" picked up the bowl and pulled a mouthful of rice into his mouth, swallowed the vegetable soup before waving his hand impatiently.

"Brother Rong, can you leave me some food?" Xiao Shang Rafter glanced at the rice and vegetable soup that were quickly disappearing in the pot, and begged the "senior brother" to leave him with a bitter face.

"What do little mongrels eat? Go and poop yourself! That's not enough shit for you little bastard? A "teacher" who was relatively close to him shouted and scolded.

"Hahaha......"

Amid the laughter of the thirteen "elders" present, the little merchant went to the toilet in a gray manner.

However, the 14 corpses that were carried out of the yard by a police uncle the next day told people that the only one who had the last laugh was the small merchant rafter who "went to".