That morning I went to distribute flyers in the streets and alleys, handing them out to everyone I met and posting them on walls. As a result, the number of people with psoriasis in this beautiful city of Harbin increased significantly, and many of them were hunted down by the urban management team. Fortunately, I had practiced before, so I was able to barely escape every time.
It took me two days of crazy work to finally finish distributing the big box of flyers printed by Cui Zuofei. I suddenly realized that I was really good at distributing flyers. If I had free time, I could do it part-time and definitely make a lot of money. But these were just fantasies. I told Cui Zuofei about this idea that day.
He told me earnestly, "Xiaojiu, you can't have such an idea. This idea is wrong. What future can you have by handing out flyers? A person should have a dream. If a person has no dream, isn't he no different from a salted fish? So you'd better just fool people into buying Buddha statues. This is the way out."
I swear, if it weren’t for the last sentence, what he said could be directly moved into the Chinese textbook.
Actually, the more I think about it, the more I feel that handing out flyers is better than working at Fukuzawa Hall. For example, handing out flyers is at least a formal job, and the money is earned by my own labor, so I have a clear conscience. Working at Fukuzawa Hall, to put it nicely, is believing in religious beliefs, to put it bluntly, is messing around with feudal superstitions, defrauding people of their money, and many other crimes.
But having said that, if you really ask me to distribute flyers, I would never go even if you kill me. Compared to that, I would rather be a person who indulges in feudal superstitions. At least I can live a more carefree life. This is the world today.
In fact, before I distributed the flyers, I never thought that anyone would come based on the flyers. Later, when I was distributing the flyers, I changed my mind. I felt that if Wu Lao Er saw it, he might come. And coincidentally, we really ran into such a Wu Lao Er.
That afternoon, which was the day I distributed the flyers, Cui Zuofei, Yi Xinxing and I set up a small table in Fuze Hall to play landlord. Cui Zuofei was bored of playing online and wanted to try real combat. Just when the three of us were playing fiercely, there was a knock on the door. After the knock, someone walked in. A kid who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old came in. He had a big earring on his ear and colorful hair. He was obviously a gangster, and a wretched one at that.
"Kid, what are you doing? If not, get out." Cui Zuofei squinted his eyes and yelled at the wretched kid. It's not that Cui Zuofei looked down on these gangsters. He told me that he was also like a gangster for a period of time. So there is no such thing as looking down on them. The reason why he had a bad attitude was because this kid looked like a poor student and it was impossible for him to have money. You should know that Cui Zuofei is a money-grubber. If you don't have money, even if you are the mayor, he may not let you stay in Fukuzawa Hall for long. Of course, this is a metaphor. How can the mayor of the Celestial Empire be without money, right
The boy was not frightened by Cui Zuofei's roar. Instead, he looked happy and took out a stupid flyer and asked, "Excuse me, is this Fuze Hall?"
"Didn't you see the huge sign at the door?" Cui Zuofei said as he crossed his legs, lit a cigarette and took a puff.
"Then you must be the leader of Fukuzawa Hall, Boss Cui, my idol." The wretched boy rushed up and shook hands solemnly with Cui Zuofei, which left Yi Xinxing and I stunned. What was going on? Could it be that Cui Zuofei hired an actor to play a trick on Yi Xinxing and me
"I didn't expect that my name has been known by so many young people. Oh, I'm so sorry." Cui Zuofei blushed for a moment, but he recovered quickly and pretended to be an immortal.
"I'm dissatisfied with you, Brother Cui. I encountered some problems this time. I saw on your flyer that it said you could solve special incidents. I hope you can help me with the problem I encountered this time." The wretched boy said to us in a low voice.
"What happened? Tell me the details." Cui Zuofei asked.
"It's like this. The cause of the incident has to start from our school. It was a really cloudy day. I was going home along a narrow path that I usually took, and suddenly..." The wretched boy paused here.
I felt unhappy when I heard that, so I asked, "Why don't you tell me what happened suddenly?"
"Hey, did you suddenly encounter a special situation?" Cui Zuofei was an experienced man. He guessed what this kid meant and continued to ask, "Tell me, what did you encounter?"
"I was walking home when suddenly Yuan Bin rushed out with seven or eight people." said the boy.
“Uh…” Cui Zuofei, Yi Xinxing and I were stunned. We originally thought that some evil ghost would rush out, but it sounded like a person’s name.
"Beat me up if you catch me out. Isn't that just a way to get ahead, you bastard? This time I came here hoping that Boss Cui would bring some people to help me beat him up." said the kid.
"I'm dizzy. Boy, do you think you are Young and Dangerous? What's your name?" I asked the boy. I guessed that the boy must be obsessed with watching Young and Dangerous.
"My name is Wang Zewei. I know the rules of the underworld. If something goes wrong, I won't reveal your identities. And the price is easy to negotiate." Wang Zewei said obscenely.
I couldn't stand it anymore. The gangsters were really harmful to people. They ruined the future of our country. I pointed at the door and said, "Go away. We don't accept this kind of business."
When Wang Zewei heard me say this, he could only sigh and turned to walk towards the door, saying as he walked, "Hey, I was planning to use all my savings to hire someone to beat up those guys, it seems I have to find someone else."
When I heard that, I immediately felt something was wrong, because Wang Zewei seemed to have mentioned all his savings. I turned around and saw that, as expected, the way Cui Zuofei looked at Wang Zewei was almost the same as the way a ** bull looks at those cows, almost drooling.
"Little brother, wait a minute. Who said we wouldn't take it? I've accepted it. Tell me how much savings you have." Cui Zuofei stood up and said to Wang Zewei.
Wang Zewei turned around, sighed and said, "I always feel that you three are not very reliable."
"Look at my tattoo, it's real. Don't worry, it's just beating people up. It's OK as long as the price is right." Cui Zuofei said with narrowed eyes.
When I heard what Cui Zuofei said, I wanted to go up and beat him up. He actually said that the mark given to him by Chang Tianqing was a tattoo.
"Brother Cui, this is inappropriate. We are both Yin-Yang masters." I whispered in Cui Zuofei's ear. I don't want to rush into a middle school and beat up a middle school student when I'm in my twenties. That would be too unfair.
"It will be fine as long as the money is in place." Cui Zuofei glared at me and motioned me not to speak.
"I'll give you 10,000 yuan just to beat up one person. I don't know if it's enough." Wang Zewei thought about it and took out 10,000 yuan from his bag and said.
"Enough, absolutely enough. Hehe, don't worry, little brother. I will bring my brothers to deal with him tomorrow." Cui Zuofei said with a smile, and then he stretched out his hand to take the ten thousand yuan.
"Okay, I'm very close to their class. His name is Yuan Bin. This is a photo. He is a student in Class 3-5 of Harbin No. 1 Key Middle School. I hope you have some professional ethics." After saying that, the boy threw down a photo and turned and walked away.
I looked at Cui Zuofei who was sitting next to me counting money and said, "Old Cui, this is really not good." I'm not being pretentious. Think about it this way: when you were in high school, you rushed into an elementary school and beat up people. If you think about it this way, you will understand how I feel now.
"It's good to have money. Follow me to beat up that Yuan Bin tomorrow, and then I'll treat you to dinner." After saying that, he walked into the bedroom with the money to count it. Looking at Cui Zuofei who was carefree all day long, Mr. Yin and Yang took people to fight, he was probably the first one to do so. He was almost like Jigong, who enjoyed food and wine but kept the Buddha in his heart.