Wei Qian didn't want to make his family gloomy because of himself, so although he was still thinking about it, he went to work in the factory every day as if he had nothing to do. In the years when he followed Le Xiaodong, he had too many worries. In this way, a young city mansion was raised.
But someone just wouldn't let him stop.
The one who bears the brunt is Wei Zhiyuan, what a good boy Wei Zhiyuan used to be, he is coquettish and not mischievous, he is obedient and can look at people's faces, but now he has turned into a duck with a broken mouth, and he wants to ask questions every morning and evening. He once made Wei Qian very annoyed.
The second is Mrs. Song, Mrs. Song doesn't need to change, she is just a talking talker, she can hold 500 ducks by herself, Wei Zhiyuan's wordiness is weak compared to her. Wei Qian was frightened of her. One day when he came home and opened the door, Mrs. Song just came out of the kitchen. When she saw him, she stopped and opened her mouth. Wei Qian seemed to see a terrible sheet of blood. With a big mouth, without saying a word, he turned and walked out the door
Of course, it turned out that the old lady just wanted to sneeze.
There are three fat.
San Fatty was so unparalleled that one day, while he was not at home, he dipped a brush in red paint and painted a large line of characters on the door of his house - read for the rise of China.
The gloomy corridor, the blood-red characters
The evil old lady at the opposite door got up early and went out for a walk at four o'clock in the morning. Before dawn, she was frightened by this kind of fright. She was stunned at the door for three seconds, screamed shortly, picked up her trousers, slammed the door and ran back. I almost peed my pants in my own room.
In this situation of ambushes from all sides, Wei Qian found the only trace of peace from Song Xiaobao.
Song Xiaobao said to him seriously in private: "Brother, if you don't want to go, then don't go."
Wei Qian looked up at her in surprise.
Song Xiaobao held a piece of watermelon in his mouth and said sincerely: "Do you not want to go to school?"
Wei Qian hesitated for a moment, then nodded against his will.
Song Xiaobao sighed while shaking his head, pretending to be old-fashioned and said: "Oh, there is no way, I understand your difficulties."
Wei Qian was taken aback, and thought that she had become so sensible unknowingly, and was a little heartbroken, so he asked, "What do you know?"
Song Xiaobao took a sip, and accurately spit the watermelon seeds into the ashtray, and said with compassion: "To tell you the truth, brother, I actually don't want to go to school."
Wei Qian: ""
Song Xiaobao was ordered to copy the longest text in the language book twice that night.
But it is strange to say that sometimes there is such a coincidence that when a person is obsessed with something, some desperate turning points will really happen—although it may not be a good turning point.
On this day, Wei Qian changed his overalls and was about to ride his bicycle when suddenly a man stopped him.
That person was dressed in expensive clothes, he looked like a dog, and he was wearing a pair of sunglasses. Wei Qian didn't recognize him, but there was a familiar aura about this person.
Wei Qian had a premonition in his heart at that moment, and sure enough, the man saw him and strode towards him.
Wei Qian had already washed his hands in the gold basin, didn't want to pay attention to it, and wanted to leave when he got on the car, but the man raised his hand and grabbed his handlebar, stretched out his foot and stepped on the wheel: "This is Brother Wei, I want to talk to you Say a few words."
Wei Qian clenched his hand on the handlebar, his veins popped out, and warned in a low voice, "Let go."
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The man took off his sunglasses, only to see that his nose was a little crooked, and there was a scar on his eyelids. One eye was big and the other was small, and his face was vicious and cunning. He took out a business card from his pocket and waved it in front of Wei Qian: "Fourth Master Hu , his old man, Brother Wei, should remember, right?"
It was the first time that Wei Qian singled out a bunch of troublemakers by himself, and the time he became famous, there was indeed a person who called himself Hu Siye and gave him a business card, which was very interesting. Brother's VIP guest, although Wei Qian refused at the time, he was very impressed with this person, because he has strange eyes on people, as in his eyes, people are not human, they are all pigs that can be brought to the market to sell Horses, cattle and sheep.
Later, Wei Qian heard someone mention that the old man named Hu Siye was a guy who was addicted to pornography, drugs, rain and dew. He was so bad at the decathlon. Thugs and athletes, especially like Wei Qian, a professional spirit who fights desperately.
Wei Qian's eyelids twitched at the time, knowing that this person should not be offended, so he stepped on the ground to stop the car, and asked politely, "What's your name, brother?"
Seeing him on the road, the man in sunglasses was very satisfied, rubbed his hands together, and let go of his bicycle: "Don't dare, my name is Zhao Laojiu, you can just call me Laojiu."
Wei Qian smiled: "Oh, it's Brother Nine, Fourth Master Hu doesn't come often, maybe he doesn't know, Le"
Zhao Laojiu said: "Le Xiaodong died, it's been half a year, I already knew about it."
Wei Qian lowered his eyes and paused: "Yes, that's why I don't do this anymore. In fact, Hu Siye and Ninth Brother think highly of me, so I shouldn't be pushy, but you see, I'll take care of my family and take care of everything. No, it is true"
Zhao Laojiu rolled his eyes, nodded and said, "Oh, I understand that everyone has difficulties. Is Mr. Hu such an unreasonable person? Now the main reason is that he opened a new 'point' , the 'field' has not been warmed up yet, and there is a shortage of people to warm up the field. It is urgent to find a few powerful ones to support them. Although it will delay your work, you have to rest assured about the price, Fourth Master Hu will never treat his people badly."
Wei Qian went in and out of many occasions with Le Xiaodong in the later period, and he knew a little bit about many things—he heard that what Zhao Laojiu meant was that Fourth Master Hu had built a new black boxing ring and wanted him to go to warm it up. field.
The black boxing market in Guangdong and Guangxi has been around for a long time. In exchange for huge profits, there will be real masters in some underground boxing arenas. Small fish and shrimp can range from several thousand per game.
Wei Qian smiled self-deprecatingly: "Ninth brother, don't tease me, don't you know how much I weigh? A real boxing and Sanda master can crush me to death with one finger. It doesn't matter if I live or die. It's not good for Fourth Master to embarrass you."
Wei Qian knew that if he agreed, he would be regarded as Zhao Laojiu's person. Zhao Laojiu would find someone to work for Mr. Hu, and he would definitely get some benefits in the process. Wei Qian knew all these things in his heart.
"You're not right, that's not the case," Zhao Laojiu waved his hand, "The real master is not a Chinese cabbage, how can it be so easy to find? What kind of vision does Fourth Master Hu have, he likes you, so you don't have to belittle yourself."
Speaking of this, Ninth Brother suddenly looked around, lowered his voice and said to Wei Qian: "Besides, Ninth Brother will tell you the truth, in the boxing ring, in fact, you are generally good. You can earn a few rounds, and you will get 18,000 yuan." , Take it and leave, the money is easy to come by, there is nothing to do. It is not good to be really good to a certain extent. If the top fighters cannot compete in the high-level ring, there will always be more powerful fighters. In the end, they will die on it. "
Wei Qian's eyes twitched.
"I'm not talking nonsense to you," Zhao Laojiu looked at his face, and lowered his voice, "Siye Hu sent us out, and I have also found many people. People like you, the admission price It's two thousand. Whether there will be bonuses and commissions after that depends on your personal performance. Those people are the most powerful. If you can't beat three to fifty thousand in the game, that's the price of life. You just want to play with them. You can’t play at that level, understand?”
Wei Qian remained silent, Zhao Laojiu's words were indeed somewhat believable.
"Hey, brother, I'm just telling you the general market, I didn't scare you, this time we are not the same as the general market, our task is to warm up the field, it is to heat up the new boxing ring, which is equal to the opening ceremony, you Understand? It’s just a tidbit, the risk is very small, not to the point of risking your life.” Zhao Laojiu patted him on the shoulder affectionately, and gave him a train ticket: “The ticket for next Monday has my phone number written on the back. Number, if you are willing, you can find me over there, if you don’t want to, forget it, I’m just looking for a little help from my brother, if the business is not successful, the benevolence is still there, isn’t it?”
With this train ticket in his pocket, Wei Qian lay on the bed all night without closing his eyes.
Zhao Laojiu almost dozed off when he appeared, and someone gave him a pillow.
Wei Qian once thought, if he went back to school, how would he support his family? Zhao Laojiu gave him the answer, the entrance fee is two thousand, not much, as long as he can last two or three games, he will have five or six thousand.
Five or six thousand is nothing, but it was not a small amount of money in ordinary people's homes at that time. There was a woman like Mrs. Song who broke eight petals for a penny. Wei Qian believed that with her thrift in managing the house, There is no problem with this money to comfortably manage a whole year's livelihood.
But
Money is hard to earn, shit is hard to eat—everyone knows this truth, there is no such thing as a free pie in the sky, Wei Qian clearly understands that what Zhao Laojiu said about "opening bonus" and "tidbits" are all nonsense.
Why just find him? With such a distance from the south to the north, there are countless people who can fight.
After thinking about it, Wei Qian felt that it might be Le Xiaodong's death that Fourth Master Hu went all the way to find him.
In front of him was a pool of water, which was crystal clear, and the bottom of the pool was gold visible to the naked eye, but Wei Qiangen didn't know how deep the water he jumped into, he didn't know. Can you come up again.
Before Mazi died, he also made a lot of money.
Wei Qian turned over and lay down for a long time, his muscles began to ache. He got up lightly, trying not to wake Wei Zhiyuan up - it was too hot, the child was sweating all over his forehead, it was really rare to sleep so much.
Wei Qian went downstairs and walked around the old tube building in the shanty town, like a donkey pulling a mill, trying to get a little bit of Zen.
Wei Qian felt that it was all because of his greed. The burden was heavy, but he still wanted them to live a relatively relaxed and good life.
He always thought that his mother's prostitution could pull him up. Isn't he stronger than a chicken? How could he let Xiaobao Xiaoyuan and the others live the life of their childhood
And these are not enough, he even hopes to go to school.
Wei Qian stood in the twilight of the morning light, against the dew that had just fallen, like a big monster who has overcome the demons of his heart, severely torturing his heart.
He said to himself fiercely, what's the use of going to school? Can I be admitted to university after high school? Will I be able to study when I go to university? Will I be able to find a good job after reading it? Even if he finds a good job, can he make up for the six or seven years he wasted from high school to college
Wei Qian listed all kinds of reasons he could think of in his mind that it was not worth going to school.
At this time, he saw the owner of the canteen downstairs opened up with a yawn.
Wei Qian kicked a pebble away, and said to himself: What the fuck, why don't you want to go to heaven
He bought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the canteen, and officially announced that he had completely failed after quitting smoking for half a year.
Wei Qian squatted on the side of the road and smoked this cigarette, and then he made a decision that was completely different from what he thought just now—isn’t it Guangdong? go!
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