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"30 Franklins, you are not talking nonsense, are you? You are sending away beggars!" Ah Ping was too lazy to get angry, he picked up the wine bottle on the table, without even looking at it, and threw it out: "The money is still here, get out."

"Brother! Brother, this is all we have. Just tell me and I'll find a way to get more." The speaker was a hungry and yellow-faced man who looked like he had been malnourished for a while.

"You want to collect the money? Sure, 30,000 US dollars." A Ping said as he threw out another wine bottle. This time it was very accurate and hit the sloppy man on the head with a dull "bang". Then the bottle fell to the ground and broke into sharp glass fragments.

The man was attacked on the head and blood oozed from his scalp. He was a little unsteady on his feet and his body began to shake rapidly and inexplicably. Then he fell to the ground headfirst. He was only wearing a tattered short-sleeved shirt.

"A Ping, how are you going to get money if you do this?" A man next to A Ping looked at the sloppy man covered in blood and said, "Look, you killed another one."

"Why would they be afraid unless a few people died? Do you think this is a welfare institution?" Ah Ping snorted, "Let's go, it's a little trouble, let's go and bury them."

"I..." The man, covered in broken glass, didn't know where he got the strength from, shaking his body and actually arching it up: "I can get the money..."

"Then get out of here!" Ah Ping spat, turned around and said to his companion: "Here, I'll give you 10."

"15," the man said.

"Next time." Ah Ping stood up, took out about half of the money from a pile of money and threw it on the table: "Damn, it's getting harder and harder to make money."

…

The sloppy man trembled with every step he took, and most of the glass on his body was pulled out by him. Fortunately, the glass bottle bounced a little distance, and the place where he fell was not the center point, but even so, he could feel pain in several places on his body.

He no longer felt the pain.

Dream of getting rich?

If someone could rescue him and his fellow villagers from Field D and send them home... he would be willing to die here, as long as he could be buried in the land of his hometown.

Yes, we cannot bury him here. If we bury him here, we won’t be able to afford to die.

The bodies here are usually stored in temples, which are contracted by outsiders. As far as he knows, there are at least 30 Chinese bodies stored here. It costs thousands of dollars to cremate a body here, and 50 dollars a day to store it. If it exceeds half a year, the cost will be really horrible if the relatives want to take it away.

I can't die here...

He knew it was impossible.

He only had 140 dollars left, and a bottle of water around Field D was 5 dollars. He wanted to take a taxi and go directly to the beach. He knew there was a cliff here that was very suitable.

He was walking on the road in a daze when a Rolls-Royce passed by him steadily, without even caring whether it would hit him or not. The wind almost knocked him down. He staggered and finally stopped.

Looking at the license plate number, he smiled bitterly. This was the car that picked him up. He was very excited at that time, but now he doesn't feel anything at all.

The price of Rolls-Royce here is not that exaggerated, so you can see several of them on the streets.

But here, not everyone has a soul.

The man walked a few more steps, and the bleeding on his body had stopped. He was ready to go get something to eat, as he knew where there was a cheaper place. After walking for twenty minutes, he finally arrived at a shed.

"Youngest, stop doing this. You'll get killed if you do this." The restaurant owner looked at the sloppy man and said, "Go away on your own. Go back."

"I'm leaving. My brother...his family won't be able to come and save him."

"That's how it is. Friendship is not worth a dollar." The boss said with a wry smile: "Just sit still. I'll go make noodles for you."

"Thank you, brother."

"Alas... it's not easy..." The noodle shop owner said: "10 yuan, well, you still have money with you, right?"

"Yes," the sloppy man took out a Jackson from his clothes with great effort, "This is $20, I want two bowls."

"What happened today? Did you earn a tip?" The boss said, "Okay, wait, I'll give you an egg."

In less than ten minutes, the boss came out with two bowls of noodles. When he saw the man, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was still a little worried that the sloppy man would die here.

"You should listen to my advice and go back." The boss said, "I can't go back, but you can. I have met so many people in the past two years..."

As he spoke, the boss rubbed the three fingers of his right hand and said, "You can still be useful when you go back. You are still a college student after all."

"Go back..." The sloppy man said "huh" twice, almost like he was breathing heavily. He looked a little lifeless. He said in a low voice, "What's the point of me going back alone?"

"You are different," the boss said, "I know so many people, but you are the only one who stopped in time. People are not afraid of having nothing, but they are afraid of carrying endless things. You can't leave even if you want to. I never persuade people, but I will be a good person for the last time. Go away. Go back and write down what happened here."

"Write it down?" The slovenly man seemed to have a little more color in his voice. "What's the point of writing it down?"

"You can't manipulate people's hearts, but you can reveal some truths," the boss said, "By the way, don't you have some other valuable evidence?"

"What?" The sloppy man was trembling a little, but he concealed his surprise at the moment: "Evidence? Are you saying that Lao Er is trapped? It's useless. No matter who I tell when I go back, I can't save him."

"That's not it," the boss said, "I seem to have heard that you know something about Mimei."

"Mimei?" The man slowly raised his head, looking puzzled: "What's the matter?"

“Oh, maybe I heard it wrong,” the boss said with a smile, “You know, news is flying everywhere here.”

"Hmm," the man took a bite of the egg and ate half of it. Suddenly he thought of something, but without any pause, he ate the other half.

"You," the boss said halfway and didn't say anything else.

"Tell me," the man took out the only Franklin in his pocket, "Is it possible for me to win 30,000?"

"You can try it."

"Um".

The man nodded and continued eating noodles without saying a word.

He suddenly realized that he really should leave this place. The infiltration from the other side had already reached here, and this so-called boss actually had no friendship with him at all.

This is a rotten place.

He knew that he would definitely win with this one, and after winning a few thousand, he would lose a big one, and then he would be lent a few thousand, and then he would continue to lose, and then, he would be finished. The people here wanted to keep him reasonably.

1500, he calculated, and after earning this much, he went home.