The world is not benevolent, and treats everything as a straw dog. The question is, who is qualified to treat everything as a straw dog? Most of the answers given in history are "those in power". But there is no one who is born in power, they are just extraordinary people who come out of the crowd. This extraordinary performance is divided into two types, strength and wisdom.
However, there is always a limit to the power of superpowers. A person with one enemy can only command tens of thousands of people at most, and no more can do it; and a person with super wisdom has no limit to his wisdom. It can control a family, a party or even a country.
This kind of wisdom is like strength, it is a natural skill, it is unique, and it is not accumulated through training or knowledge. Some people are born to surpass ordinary people and have the strength to achieve supremacy, just like the Hua Ziqiang in front of me, who used to be the head of the largest gang in Linhai City, the first generation boss of Xin Liansheng, and made the gangsters in ten miles and eight towns worship him as idols The existence of it is also the ultimate criminal who is the most troublesome for law enforcement agencies.
In the end, he had to be thrown into prison on low-level charges to prevent him from being lawless outside. The police thought that locking him up first and then collecting evidence would minimize his harm, but they didn't know that there was no safety at all for a scourge like him, no matter where he was placed.
And even though Xin Liansheng had been uprooted, the police did not find any evidence that could increase Hua Ziqiang's sentence, and the number of people he entrapped in prison was no less than outside...
"No! Even if everyone is afraid of you! I'm not afraid of you, I don't believe it, the earth won't turn if I kill you!" The prison bully held the file in his hand without flinching, his eyes were bloodshot with anger, The muscles all over his body were swollen to the point of exploding. In his eyes, perhaps killing Hua Ziqiang has already been equated with saving the earth.
"In theory, my life and death will not affect the rotation of the earth, but the future of many people is tied to my life and death. The value of life lies in how much value you can create. From this aspect alone, our Life is not equal. Come on friends, give everyone a good chance to make money, debt relief of 300,000, help me teach the brother in front of me, what is the rule in the first prison, don’t use equipment, use yours Just use the body to teach, remember to use soap." Before Hua Ziqiang could finish his sentence, the prison bully was pushed to the ground by his teammates just now, and his pants were ripped off.
"Fuck! What are you doing!" In fact, the jail tyrant had already answered his doubts. It's about debt relief, so even if it's a straight man, even if the prison bully is as ugly as a dog, you still have to queue up at this time.
In everyone's concept, Baoju has been equated with 300,000 yuan, even if Hua Ziqiang didn't give everyone a penny. Everyone still feels that they have earned 300,000 and are generally obedient. Using this method, even if he has no power to restrain the chicken, Hua Ziqiang is still called "the devil in the first prison".
"Hua Ziqiang! You will die! You will definitely go to hell! Even if you are a ghost, I will not let you go!" The prison bully who was pushed to the ground endured the severe pain and cursed.
"You misunderstood another concept. In fact, why are ghosts so scary? Human beings are the scariest creatures... Besides, I have seen hell, just 20 years ago." Hua Ziqiang put on the earphones after smiling, and listened He continued to read while listening to the symphony, but he was no longer interested in the wailing of the prison bully. He would not be able to see the prison bully for the next three months. Sexual waste diverted.
From then on, there was one less warrior who dared to challenge Hua Ziqiang in the No. 1 Prison, and life became dull, right
The next day, the wind and the sun were beautiful, and it was another sunny day. When many prisoners were working in the factory, Hua Ziqiang stayed in the prison guard's office and read a book while blowing on the air conditioner. It was a small prison guard who hurried in, "Brother Hua, someone wants to see you."
"See me? Today is not a visitation day, how did he come in?" Hua Ziqiang asked curiously.
"I don't know either. The warden brought that man in himself. He is more respectful than seeing his own father. He asked to find you by name." The little prison guard was also out of breath.
"So mysterious? Looks like something's going wrong..." Hua Ziqiang sighed, snapped the pages of the book shut, and stood up.
The little prison guard led Hua Ziqiang through the factory area, bypassed the visiting administrative building, and came to the utility room in a corner of the prison that few people visited. All the things in the utility room were moved out and piled up at the door. . In this dead-end place without cameras, twenty prison guards in explosion-proof armor and holding rifles lined up in two lines to guard against death, as if a biochemical crisis was about to erupt.
Although Hua Ziqiang only stayed in the No. 1 Prison for two years, when it comes to this prison, from the warden to the auntie PA who collects garbage, there is no one who does not know him, let alone looking at the back, just smelling They all know who is who. But among the 20 big men in front of them, there was absolutely no face under the explosion-proof helmets that Hua Ziqiang had ever seen. Just looking at their standing posture, you can tell that they are more like killers than limp prison guards. Perhaps in their logical view, only the dead are the best prisoners, right
"Are you here? Why is it taking so long?" Even a senior official at the level of the warden is only qualified to stand and wait outside the utility room.
"Report to the warden, I..." the little prison guard said without an excuse.
"Sorry Warden, I went to the bathroom by the way, didn't I keep you waiting?" Hua Ziqiang smiled very sensiblely and came out to cover his bag. This is exactly how he behaves, no matter how he treats pawns who can help him, High officials who still have to be courted can display their own charm appropriately and find the most delicate balance in the complicated relationship.
"Huazi, be polite when you go in. The person who comes is a high-level person from above. You can't be presumptuous. If you offend him, I can't keep you." The warden no longer cares, and carefully reminded.
"Don't worry, the warden, don't you worry about my work? Don't worry, I promise to be better than the lady serving you." Hua Ziqiang smirked unscrupulously, amusing the warden too.
"Stop talking, go in." The warden knocked on the door himself, opened the door for Hua Ziqiang, and Hua Ziqiang walked in with a book in his hand.
It’s hard to imagine how quickly the utility room used to raise cockroaches and feed mice has turned into a VIP room. Anyway, the Persian handmade carpets laid inside will never be affordable even if the warden spends a whole year embezzling them. , not to mention the two Italian sofas made of rhinoceros leather, the European-style coffee table made of huanghuali, and the British court black tea and refreshments, everything is elegant as if you walked into the living room of a lost prince.
The person sitting here is wearing a custom-made high-end suit, white silk gloves, and a white mask that covers half of his face. The faint smile at the corner of his mouth seems to have penetrated the life of the Buddha.
"Dongzi?!" Although Hua Ziqiang didn't see the whole face of the person who came, he instinctively called out just a smile on the corner of the person's mouth.
"At the beginning, I was still wondering how long it would take you to recognize me after 20 years of absence. I didn't expect that your eyesight is still so good. It's so boring to recognize me immediately." Sitting on the extremely comfortable sofa, I was called Dong The crooked man supported his side face with one hand, looking a little lost.
"The game of the lost that we experienced together is as profound as if someone carved it into their brains with a knife. How could it be forgotten? Let alone wearing a mask, even if it turns into ashes, you can still tell each other by smelling each other's scents, right? "Hua Ziqiang met an old friend, walked forward unceremoniously, and sat opposite Dongzi, "I remember the last time we met was in the sixth game of the Lost Man game. Ticket to leave, and you insist on continuing. Look at you now...you won?!"
"Yes, I am the final winner. It was not easy, but I still won." Dongzi said lightly, but that kind of achievement was beyond Hua Ziqiang's imagination. He had experienced the same nightmare. , who knows better than anyone how difficult it is to be eliminated from the global players to only one winner.
"Have you... become a god?" This is the common goal of former Lost players.
"Although I won, I didn't become a god. The dealers didn't think I was qualified to be the god they wanted. At best, I was a smarter human being. Now I have become the new BOSS, responsible for hosting the new Lost It’s a game for those who want to play.” Dongzi, or the man who should be called BOSS, his former teammate has unknowingly won the highest power that human beings can achieve. Below 12 demigods, the boss in front of him is unmatched...
"20 years later, I never expected that the day of the 'Game of the Lost' will be held again. I don't know how many guys who think they are smart will be tortured to death?" Leaning on the sofa, thinking about the past, today's Hua Ziqiang couldn't help but tremble.
"Are you interested in playing again? If necessary, I can send you an invitation card." Boss opened the back door and said.
"Thank you brother, I'd rather be played by all the homosexuals in Linhai City in turn, and I will never go back to that damn game of lost people, 'Once lost is as deep as the sea, after death no one buries the remains', you Just let me go!" Hua Ziqiang clasped his hands together.
"Really? Unexpectedly, Hua Ziqiang, who was known as the 'Twin Star' with me back then, has also become an ordinary prisoner hiding in the prison to spend his life." BOSS sighed full of loss.
"It's pretty good here. At least I'm never worried about dying. After all, the people around me are so stupid. Besides, Boss, you came to me just to reminisce, right?" Hua Ziqiang knew his fault better than anyone else. blood brother.
"In fact, I really want to ask you for help. The 'Game of the Lost' has been called, and it has now entered the final preparation stage. As a trader, I have the responsibility to ensure that every link is seamless, but in Linhai City, there is a Trouble, big or small, makes me feel like a stick in my throat. His name is Shen Ming, and he is a Nirvana.
The mind is average, but the fighting ability can be called evildoer. He is very special and will always get involved in disputes unconsciously, and once affected the thinking of the demigods. Such an existence, killing it is a bit troublesome, but keeping it is a disaster.
So I just want to design a little trouble, trap his hands and feet, and make him unable to interfere with the "lost game" that will happen next. After checking the information, I found out that the new league you created was destroyed by him alone. In principle, you are a bit of a festival. Letting you make a move will not cause extra problems. It is not easy for him to contact the Lost Game. .
Such a small favor, can you help me? "In the mouth of the boss, Shen Ming is nothing more than a "little trouble".
"As a brother, if you open your mouth, I will naturally be willing to help. But if I don't ask for something, you must be in debt to me and you will not be able to sleep. Talk about a bargaining chip, as long as it is suitable, I will continue the business." Hua Ziqiang said bluntly. road.
"If we are smart, money, status, and power can no longer satisfy our desires. After you are done, I invite you to eat the seaside barbecue that you have said many times. You can fill up the beer and double the skewers. Spit." Boss smiled happily.
"Very good, I will do what I say." Hua Ziqiang readily agreed, Shen Ming's future is actually worth two strings of "big waists" in the transaction between two extremely wise men.