Erfeng likes to play mahjong very much.

On closer inspection, this statement is actually very problematic. Because no one is born with a penchant for doing something, except by nature.

Before the eyes of the baby who fell to the ground were opened, he knew that his mouth was open and closed, looking for something that would give him a sense of security and stuffed it into his mouth.

The things that can bring Erfeng a sense of security are not fundamentally different from you and me. Anyway, it's unlikely to be a mahjong block on a square table.

Listening to the sound of mahjong to fall asleep and wake up is true. It's not just Erfeng's parents and family who like to be with mahjong, but the local atmosphere is like this.

Whether it is a wedding or a funeral or a scorching sun, or whether it is a New Year's holiday or a busy farming season. There is only one kind of sound that is constantly heard, and that is the sound of shuffling cards on the mahjong table.

Since everyone likes mahjong so much, it is natural to win or lose with a little bit of color.

Since the jackpot on the mahjong table can be large or small, it is not a problem to make a living for the family.

All things are like water flowing into the sea, like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. It's so used that everyone doesn't care.

Winning too much or losing too little is a problem.

Winning too much money is afraid of being remembered, in addition to the firewood, rice, oil and salt of family expenses, it is also necessary to prevent fire, theft and splash.

Losing too much money is naturally something that some people are worried about. Not being able to support his wife and children is really not a big deal. The point is that the loan payables on the table are either not recognized, or they feel very awkward.

I borrowed your money, but I lost to you at the poker table.

Why do you ask me to do it a second time? What a no-nonsense thing!

This barely self-consistent logic seems to be stable and does not seem to have the slightest loopholes and problems.

The problem is that most of the people who lend money out are unwilling. It's okay if you borrow less, and everyone fights each other with a little bit of silver. It's a big deal, next time, you don't want to push cards on the same stage with me.

People who borrow a lot are very annoying, such as Erfeng's mother.

Over time, the luck is very poor, and the brand stinks. I still want to deny it if I can. How can there be so many good things in this world for you?

It's so old-fashioned that the number of debt collection routes in different places is generally the same. Until a few years ago, an incident changed the inherent number of paths.

Some people say that they are infected with this cursed disease because those people are against heaven and play with broken sleeves. God can't stand it anymore, so punish these people who don't play according to the normal routine.

Some people say that it was because of the misery of playing cards and losing miserably, and they went to the underground blood station to sell blood in the name of donating blood. Generally, the people who get into the fields at this step are lazy and unrepentant.

Would you rather sell blood for a living than give birth, and who would you infect if you don't infect you?

Some people also say that a certain woman in a hair salon in the city is like a bus, with low fares and sick work. The young men in ten miles and eight towns were all folded in her hands.

Thanks to the government's public welfare care policy. No one knows whether the news is true or false that everyone is infected and who has been infected and died.

The rumors are vivid, but the first layer of the rumors is still cloudy. Rumors are flying all over the sky, and there seems to be a point to it, and there is no proof of it, making everyone panic all day long.

Wang Qiang is definitely an exception, he has never been afraid to tell people that he is infected. also bought one and got one free, telling everyone that his wife was also infected, as for whether his wife infected him or whether he himself was not clean enough to infect his wife.

This is a confused account that is not clear, and the two have fought several times without making it clear who is the active infected person and who is the passive victim.

In short, Wang Qiang started his mind after his wife went south to work in anger. Wang Qiang, who was originally a splasher, didn't even need to think about it, and knew what he should do to subsidize his family.

Simple, clear and straightforward. That is: collecting debts on behalf of others.

Wang Qiang came to Erfeng's house with a crab step. Eat and live with Erfeng's family. The whole family was terrified and overwhelmed.

As for the way through which this disease is transmitted? Naturally, the government has propaganda. But how do rural people know whether to believe the government or the words of Wang Qiang, an infected person who has been sung by himself for ten miles and eight villages?

Wang Qiang is obviously no longer satisfied with the fact that he eats and lives together. He threatened to go to Erfeng's mother's bed tonight to sleep with Erfeng's parents. And swore that as long as he slept in Erfeng's parents' bed, your family would be infected if the bed frame was removed and burned, and the whole family would be infected!

Erfeng's mother, who is good at denial and has an arrogant attitude, collapsed in a second. With a pouting mouth, he cried and counted all the Erfeng's father and Erfeng's sisters and brothers. After finishing the counting, she carefully persuaded Wang Qiang to go to her parents' house with her to think of a way.

Surprisingly smooth!

Since then, Wang Qiang has given his behavior a well-deserved name. It's called personalized financial services. The words "collecting debts with illness" are said again when you enter the door of the debtor's house, and shouting like this early in the morning will seem a little low-level.

Isn't this more effective than other scoundrels who come to the door to scold, post big-character posters, and splash red paint? It's also surprisingly efficient!

Good days are coming! My wife ran away and found another one, there are always the same infected people who are willing to live together, right?

Just take a spin around the tables and provide this self-created personalized financial service to the bosses who need service. Isn't the money coming in?

Socialist newcomers in the new era must learn to use their brains more, so as not to suffer losses, and if they use their brains more, there will be milk, bread, and even women!

As soon as he woke up from this wonderful dream, he became a big character. He was hastily fastened to the scaffold with a few cable ties, and he was covered in soreness.

Zhang Saiwen listened to all this patiently, and his head was as big as a fight.

He rubbed out the sparks in his temples before lazily taking out the A4 paper from his bag and handing it over. Kindly asked, do you know these words?

What do you mean?

Familiar? Have you seen this elsewhere before?

The reason for this question is because Zhang Saiwen's imagination is really limited. He really couldn't connect this sentence with the man in front of him.

A playful cat in a small low dark house in the countryside. Beside the dusty side, the laser printer creaks. A white sheet of paper, as smooth as new, was printed. He frowned and took a closer look, and with great satisfaction, he sealed it in an envelope and delivered it to an office in an office building thousands of miles away?

That's enough! Does he think that typing such a sentence on a piece of paper is simply extravagant and wasteful? Taking a step back, does he really recognize the uppercase letter N on the paper? Is there enough stable voltage in his little dark room to support the huge laser printer to start?

I can't bear to think about it anymore! That's!

Wang Qiang's half-dead tone revealed affirmation: I have seen it.

Zhang Saiwen waved his hand: Don't get me wrong, I mean have you ever seen this piece of paper exactly the same? Or...... I don't know how to express it to you, I should say it......

Wang Qiang, who was still tied, looked at Zhang Saiwen with compassion in his eyes, as if he was looking at a mentally handicapped child.

I heard him say: I also received such a piece of paper a few years ago, is there still a set of black clothes and black pants tied with paper?