Chapter 40: If you don't kill the poor, you won't be rich

Thinking of this, I gestured behind the fat man: "Hey, Deacon Cui, what are you doing again, why are you still standing behind the fat man?" ”

The fat man was hi, as soon as he heard my words, his face turned white at that time, and then he ran straight to the door of the room and pressed the doorknob, and was about to run out of the door.

You said that with your courage, you still have 72 generations of heirs, and I will go. I smiled contemptuously and looked around, but when my eyes scanned the cypress nail that had absorbed the ghost's spirit, I was stunned at first, then turned around and rushed resolutely towards the door.

Damn, I must move tomorrow, this place, there are ghosts in one night, who would dare to stay.

Leaving the psychological clinic, the fat man and I stood in the community that had been slightly dewed in the morning light, watching the old people who were exercising in the morning walk out of the unit door in twos and threes, and felt for no reason that the seemingly ordinary life in the world was so beautiful.

"Hey, Kaizi, accompany me back home today, take a look at my parents, I haven't been back for a few days. The fat man handed me a cigarette and said.

I stretched my waist and took a long breath: "Okay, now as long as you don't go back to the clinic, you can lead me to beg along the street and I will go." ”

"Really, fuck, I didn't fucking scare the female ghost, but let Deacon Cui scare it to pieces (Northeast dialect: paralyzed). His uncle, the old gang's eyes are too sharp, you don't know, you were scared at the time, and you saw a transparent shadow float out of your body, I guess maybe it was your soul. When the fat man mentioned Deacon Cui, he still had palpitations.

I grinned bitterly, thinking that it was really the authorities who took advantage, when the female ghost got on the fat body just now, didn't it also scare me so much that it was also a spark and lightning all the way? So, sometimes when we walk down the street and see people with mental problems begging or rummaging in the garbage cans, we always feel that they are very unfortunate and miserable, but in fact, that is just our feeling, as the parties concerned, are they also like me who are ghosts, ignorant and happy?

I wiped, thinking about something, I rubbed my face with my hand, and I was stunned: "Fatty, what do you say that ghost is called?" ”

"Deacon Cui, are you so scared that you have amnesia?" The fat man looked at me in some surprise, "Kaizi, I've been masturbating too often lately, that thing is a little masturbation, a big masturbation hurts the body, and it is fatal, it's better to make six flavors of Dihuang Pill tonify the kidney, so young and have such a poor memory, there must be kidney deficiency." ”

"Fuck off, your uncle, you're a sperm worm with a full head." I was speechless, this guy's thinking was too active, and I chatted with him like Zeng Zhiwei and Liu Xiang racing, obviously unable to keep up.

Deacon Cui, surnamed Cui, damn, what's going on with this surname, it seems to have something to do with me, but I can't remember it for a while, am I really like the fat man said, my memory is lost? I scratched my head, a little dazed.

"Let's go, big brother, find a small shop to sacrifice the Five Organs Temple first, toss for a night, I'm close to the back." The fat man shouldered me on the first floor and carried me to the door of the community.

"Hey, I remembered something, who do you say is the senior brother and who is the junior brother?" The fat man stopped and looked at me very seriously.

"You're my own uncle, okay, second senior brother?" I'm about to cry, this biao is really natural, or is he pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

"Good boy, then I will be the one who will not give in, Senior Brother Xiju. Let's go, senior brother has a treat, let's ask for two bowls of pulp (soy milk), drink one bowl and pour one bowl, rich people. The fat man looked satisfied, and strode forward.

I looked at the fat man's aisle posture that seemed to hurt eggs, and I really wanted to meet his parents earlier to see what kind of mold it was, so as to create such a "ghostly" second goods.

While eating breakfast at the snack bar, the fat man snorted and drank porridge, and said to me slurringly: "Well, Kaizi, what, go to my house in a while, don't tell my parents that I have joined group 17, don't listen." ”

"Why, your parents are atheists, or do they discriminate against Mr. Yin and Yang? This kind of thinking is very dirty, it is all revolutionary work, how can there be a distinction between high and low? "I'm hell on getting fat.

"You can roll me as far as the ideal," the fat man grabbed a bun stuffed with Bryuk and gestured at me, thinking about it and not being willing to give up, and took a big bite hard, "You know how much money my parents spent to arrange me in No. 1 Middle School, two slaps (100,000)." If I knew that I gave up the light and turned to the dark and became Mr. Yin and Yang, I guess the old couple would be angry. ”

"Yo ho, 100,000 yuan to arrange a job, your family is very powerful, what are your parents doing, if you invite it truthfully, it won't be the ill-gotten wealth of the fish and meat people." I looked at the fat man with a mocking expression.

"Hehe, I really wish my father was Li Gang, the worst is a village head, but it's a pity, the old man has been a small clerk all his life, my wife is even more miserable, the first wave of the reform tide was patted down, laid off, sat on the ground and had a stroke, and now his legs and feet are not good, and he receives a pension of 950 yuan a month, and even the medicine money is not enough." The fat man shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Since I met the fat man, this unlucky child has always been a big grin, take nothing seriously, I thought his family conditions were good, only to develop this kind of cynical boy's temper, I didn't expect his life experience to be so bumpy, it's really unseemly.

"Then your parents borrowed the 100,000 yuan? My day, then must it be the Year of the Monkey? "I'm secretly worried about the fat man's parents, isn't this purely earned by raising a son.

"That's not it, that's the compensation for the demolition of my family's bungalow, which was supposed to treat the old lady, but my mother didn't do it, saying that the family had dragged down the children, and said that she would use the money to arrange a good job for me, so that I could find a partner in the future." The fat man seemed to be speaking lightly, but his eyes were already red.

"Pity the hearts of parents all over the world." I let out a long sigh, and I also remembered my father and mother who had cut down on food and clothing for me to go to the police academy, and I hadn't contacted them for a long time, so I had time to make a phone call.

"But where do you live now?" I'm also worried about it, I haven't settled down yet, so I'm worried about others first.

"Oh, live in the bungalow left by my grandfather when he died, it is said that the lot will also be demolished and rebuilt, but because of the demolition fee, the residents and the developer are in a quarrel. Those developers are simply damaged, and the compensation standard of 3,700 square meters given by the state, they were stunned to reduce it to 1,700 square meters, and they changed it to rob the capital. For this matter, the developers and residents are talking about each other (Northeast dialect: contradictions, disputes), and I think sooner or later there will be a big deal. Because it also involves his own interests, the fat man appears indignant.

"Hey, it's the same everywhere, or why don't the property prices stay high, and the black money makes these calves profitable." I echoed casually, but behind those things in real estate often involve collusion between officials and businessmen, and the water is deep, how can we people be able to control it, or we are so idle.

"By the way, if you don't explain to your parents, your school won't go to work, won't you have to show your stuff sooner or later?" I thought about it, this is not a secret.

"School? Of course I went to work, and who told you I didn't have to go to school anymore? The fat man looked at me suspiciously.

I was completely confused: "No, didn't you go to work in the psychological clinic with me and study the Yin Fu Sutra together?" ”

"I'll go, I thought about it, but the Tian Corps doesn't do it, what he means is that I will use my identity as a teacher as a cover for the time being, so that I can also have more contact with the social side." The fat man explained.

My eyes were dark, and I almost fell off the stool to the ground, fuck, I stayed alone in the psychological clinic when I saw the sky, your sister's Tian Qigong, you want to scare me to death, what kind of heart do you have.

No, hurry up and move, it's a must.

After breakfast, I bought some fruit and took a taxi to the fat man's house.

The bungalow area where their house is located is at the junction of urban and rural areas, the area is not small, but it is quite remote, at first glance it belongs to the buildings of the seventies and eighties, low, dense, dilapidated, there is not even a cement road, the front and back of the house are all dirt roads, and the garbage heaps on both sides of the dirt road are into small hills, there are all kinds of rotten vegetable leaves, furnace ashes, broken pots and jars, and the smell is smoky.

What is even more eye-catching is that in the crowded bungalows, almost every house has a big word "demolition" written on it in red paint, how do you look like it is written in blood, people.

"Well, watching the news broadcast every day, I never thought that the Celestial Empire still had this realm, right? In fact, this is the real life state of many ordinary people. The fat man sighed infinitely, "But you said that they, ah, including our family, are all mixed like this, why are there still people who can bear to drink their blood?" ”

"If you don't kill the poor, you won't be rich, you and I are too soft-hearted, so we won't be able to get rich in our lives, let's go." I laughed at myself, and I was also full of emotion in my heart, didn't Lao Guo say in his cross talk: The law-abiding dynasty is depressed, Qiang Liang sings happily every night, hurts others and benefits himself, rides a horse and mule, and starves honestly and fairly. I went to the west to ask me the Buddha, and the Buddha said: I have no problem!

The Buddha is pretending to be an ostrich and talking about bears, what else can we do?

The fat man led me around and around, and I was dizzy before I stood up in front of a gate paved with weathered sand, and made a gesture of please: "The mansion of Wangfu has arrived, please come in." ”

The fat man's parents are in their 50s, but the pressure of life has obviously exhausted their limited efforts, and their faces look older than their actual age, but they are very enthusiastic.

Wang's mother was not in good health, so she got up and went to her bedroom to lie down after sitting for a while. The fat man and I were smoking cigarettes in his bedroom while examining the Japanese physiology and hygiene education films in his notebook.

Just as I was looking happy, I saw Dad Wang stumbling in, with blood on his head, and he was still clutching the plastic bag containing vegetables and meat in his hand: "No, it's not good, those demolition team people are here again, it's like crazy, they will beat people when they see them, I can't come back." ”