Morris never took the Guarts seriously, a group of failed people who were evenly distributed throughout the empire. It is difficult for any city to gather 5,000 Guarts. Facing such a group, Morris does not need to think too much at all. Therefore, he knew that the method Du Lin mentioned, which was to capture Hu En, was indeed a suitable solution, and he did not consider using it.
When the three days are up, he will take people to take back the farm and then sell it. By then, he would at least be able to save a hundred and fifty yuan in benefits, which was what he cared about most.
own wallet.
As a conscientious gang member, Morris's daily life is still very regular.
He would go out on time around nine o'clock every morning. Calculating, he should have gotten up before eight-thirty. In the past three days, he had not left out early or late. When he goes out, he will wear a sweatshirt and jog to 7th Street, about two kilometers away from the apartment where he lives. After entering the delicatessen shop, he would put on all kinds of eye-catching and gorgeous clothes, make himself look oily and powdery, and then lead a few of his men to start collecting debts in various places in the city.
Lunch is usually eaten at the homes of those poor debtors. Around four o'clock in the afternoon, they will go back to the deli, settle their meals there, and when it gets completely dark, they will go back to the "Tropical Jungle" to play until after twelve o'clock. .
Tropical Jungle is a very popular underground dance hall. The reason why it is called an underground dance hall is because there is never a limit on the number of people here. You can go in directly at any time, whether you are alone or in a group. Formal bars, dance halls and other entertainment venues will have strict safety and fire prevention requirements, such as the maximum number of people they can accommodate, so there will often be a long queue outside the door of many bars and dance halls.
But Tropical Jungle does not have these things. Tropical Jungle is located in the air-raid shelter under the bridge across the river on 11th Street. It was originally organized by a group of young people who dressed in strange clothes and had some nails embedded in their faces. They were deviant from the mainstream aesthetic. . They would play music that was noisy to most people but had a strong rhythm, and they would sing and dance in the air-raid shelter.
Gradually, this culture called "punk" was gradually worshiped by young people, and people continued to join them, until the air-raid shelter became a holy place for young people. There is no need to pay expensive tickets here, and there is no need to wait patiently in line. You only need to bring a dozen fruit wine, some drinks, cigarettes, and some good conversation, and you can easily integrate into this special group.
No matter which world it is, there are always things that make people speechless. When more and more young people begin to integrate into the tropical jungle and regard it as a midnight holy place, the punk culture they once admired is squeezed out. go out. It's like a drop of ink in a small bowl can indeed change the color of water. However, if the small bowl is replaced with a fish tank or a lake, a drop of ink will not change anything at all, but will be assimilated.
A large amount of mainstream culture has poured into this pond, and the original holy place of punk culture has once again become a holy place of mainstream culture.
Morris would play here late every day, and if he met the right girl, he would leave early. But his taste is very special. He likes those young students. The higher the academic qualifications, the more interested he is.
As the sky gradually turned dark, Morris once again led one of his men to drive to the bridge across the river on Eleventh Street. After locking the car door, he followed the familiar route along the spiral staircase of the bridge maintenance channel to the river. After walking less than a hundred meters along the river, he could vaguely hear loud music in his ears. A mean smile appeared on Morris's face, and he twisted his body as he walked, as if he was on the dance floor.
About ten meters further, there was a rusty iron door. The moment the iron door was opened, the music that had gradually become clearer suddenly amplified, and a strong smell of alcohol came from the dark door. Coming to the center. The smell of the wine was also mixed with some sweat odor and some inexplicable smell, which Morris had long been accustomed to. After walking through the dark passage going down for about twenty meters, we came to a huge open space.
This is one of the many air defense facilities in Tenel City. It was once a guarantee of people's life safety, but at this time, it seems to be no different from the most glorious time, just as crowded with people.
Young people spontaneously brought in some stones and boxes from outside, as well as existing steps and some facilities, like a small arena. Under dim lights and loud music, countless young bodies were dancing crazily in the open space in the middle to vent their emotions. On the "dance floor" where it is difficult to see each other's faces clearly even if they are face to face, men and women take off their daytime disguises and indulge in their youth and the youth that is about to pass away.
Some girls were even topless, screaming, shaking their heads, squinting their eyes, as if they were in the clouds. Guys may reach out and rub the girls, but who cares? No one knows anyone after dawn, which is the true essence of the tropical jungle.
Vent, indulge, all negative emotions will be evaporated immediately after entering here.
Morris laughed and squeezed into the dance floor, crowded with these young men and women, and vented to his heart's content.
From time to time, in the dark passages in the distance, there are red-faced sounds that are dispersed by the huge music. For these people, this is paradise!
Morris, who had been wandering on the dance floor for a while, never found a target to attack. He didn't like those who were too unrestrained. Perhaps this had something to do with his lack of culture and his awe of culture and upper class society. He liked those literate people very much, and the moment when he had literate people riding under him, he felt as if he had become omnipotent at that moment. He will use his skills to tear apart the education, culture, and social status of those girls, just like he can conquer the entire world.
Suddenly, with an accidental glance, he saw a girl sitting quietly on the edge of the dance floor. She was wearing a pair of glasses and a long ponytail. She was very intellectual. Morris didn't know what intelligence meant. He only knew that this girl attracted him.
"Alone?" He squeezed over and sat directly next to the girl. The girl glanced at him and moved to the side, keeping a distance from him.
The girl refused very decisively, pointing to the dance floor where it was unclear who was who, "No, there are still my friends."
Morris also moved over and sat next to the girl again, "What about me? Am I lucky enough to be your friend? Madam?"
I have to say that Morris does have some capital. His pretty good outfit and his somewhat flamboyant expression can indeed interest some girls who are looking for excitement, especially those good girls. The more repressed those girls are in normal times, the more they will let themselves go here.
The girl moved to the side again, "I don't like making friends with strangers."
The more the girl avoided, the more interesting Morris felt and the more itchy his heart became. If we don’t say that people have a bitch factor in their bones, none of the Morris who came to him on the dance floor looked down on him. On the contrary, they were unwilling to communicate with him in depth. On the contrary, the more he hoped to succeed, this is not bitch. ? Of course, to put it nicely, it is the desire to conquer that belongs to men. Men are not interested in things that are not difficult. Only things that are insurmountable can be pleasurable to conquer.
"My name is Morris, everyone knows me!" Morris moved over again, "Look, you know my name, then we are friends now!"
The girl sneered, "I don't know you, and please stay away from me. I don't like you like this."
Being rejected by the same girl again and again with cold words made even Morris feel embarrassed. It's true that he is thick-skinned, but this attitude is so hurtful! Just when he was thinking about whether to use other methods, the girl's friends, probably tired of dancing, came back.
They were all very young, with a bookish look on their faces that had not entered the society. God's best youth was painted on their faces, which made Morris feel jealous in his heart.
He was young once, but he is no longer young.
The boy glanced at Morris in surprise and asked the girl, "Are you your friend?"
Without waiting for the girl to answer, Morris stood up and extended his hand, "Yes, we are friends. Nice to see you."
The boy was stunned for a moment, as if he was not familiar with the etiquette between adults. He stretched out his hand and shook Morris's hand slightly. Perhaps the sudden use of adult etiquette gave him the illusion that he had grown up, so he sat down next to Morris in a friendly manner.
"I've never heard Nasha say that she has a friend like you. What's your name?" The boy's unscrupulous look made Maurice find it very interesting. This is an educated and educated person!
Morris hooked his fingers behind him, turned around and gave instructions, and then said: "My name is Morris. I still have some respect in Tenel. If you need any help, you can come to me at any time." As he spoke, Morris's follower brought a bottle of wine, and when the boys and girls saw the bottle, their eyes lit up.
He held it in his hands as if to show off, and said with some pride: "Jin Dian, some places sell it for eighteen dollars a bottle!" Eighteen dollars is enough to reach the minimum income of the middle class in Turner City. Standard, in other words, this bottle of wine is equivalent to a middle class person and a month's salary of two ordinary workers! He opened the lid smoothly and asked with a smile: "Would you like a drink?"
(End of chapter)