Taiwanese boy was already thin, and now he's even thinner.
With his head pressed against the corner of the wall, he held up his handcuffed hands and cried out, "I really can't take it anymore."
The person monitoring him raised his foot to kick him, but he suddenly tilted his head to the side and foamed at the mouth.
Because he was so weak, there was no real satisfaction in beating him. The person monitoring him kicked him a couple of times and then left.
Once the other person leaves, the boy, like an insect, slowly crawls to the other side of the wall. After lying there for a while and hearing no movement, he slowly gets up and looks at the neighbor through the crack.
Inside the room, there were only a few small umbrellas on the floor. The rest had been swallowed by a group of mainlanders, stuffed into their stomachs. Their leader, a cripple and also a mainlander, was distributing money according to the number of capsules they had swallowed. It was quite tragic, because as far as the Taiwanese knew, mules in Taiwan, the Philippines, and Malaysia would charge at least 200 yuan for a single capsule, and they were unwilling to go to the mainland.
Because in mainland China, once someone is caught trafficking drugs, there is only one punishment: execution.
But for those from mainland China, it only costs 20 yuan to carry one, and everyone is scrambling to do it, competing to see who can swallow the most.
There's only one reason: they're too poor, so poor that it's unimaginable for Taiwanese people.
After swallowing the food and getting the money, the group went down to the lower deck to sleep and rest.
A little girl was left playing next door, and the boy from Taiwan whistled from across the wall: "Seeing your sister?"
The girl's name was Li Jianmei. She was the mule responsible for smuggling mules into the mainland. She was the daughter of Li Da the Cripple. She was at most nine years old. She would usually help the Cripple carry his cane and wash his clothes. Occasionally, if anyone couldn't finish swallowing a capsule, she would swallow it too.
Wan Daozai was always good at coaxing children, so even though he was held in solitary confinement and the people on the boat repeatedly warned Li Jianmei not to chat with Wan Daozai, she still liked to chat with him secretly.
She said, "I'm here."
The Taiwanese boy asked, "Has your dad decided where we're going to land?"
Li Jianmei said in a sweet voice, "Boss Ahao, we're not going to the island, we're going to land. My dad hasn't confirmed it yet, because the visas of the Taiwanese businessmen traveling with us haven't been approved yet, and they're being processed urgently."
Because the mainland market is large and the demand is huge, it can be said that supply cannot meet demand.
And coincidentally, in recent years, the mainland has had special policies for Taiwanese businesses, which has made drug trafficking easier.
The Taiwanese man then asked, "Who are the Bamboo Union gang members who are going back with us? How many groups are there?"
Li Jianmei said, "I don't know yet. Do you want me to ask my dad or my brother for you?"
The Taiwanese man said emphatically, "No, they'll beat you up."
Li Jianmei chuckled: "Boss Ahao, you're really funny. My dad and brother beat me up, and you actually feel sorry for them."
Taiwanese boy said, "Because originally, girls are all little princesses, who are supposed to wear pretty dresses and live in castles, and all they need to do every day is play happily. But, you are a princess, but they... damn it, bastards."
Li Jianmei has three older brothers, but she never considers herself a princess. At home, she is the servant of her father and three brothers, and the same goes for her on the ship. The word "princess" sounds like a fairy tale to her.
However, if someone calls himself a little princess, girls will inevitably like it and be willing to do things for him.
So Li Jianmei said, "Don't worry, I'll let you know when the Taiwanese businessmen board the ship."
Everyone has already taken the medicine, which means that they will be landing on the mainland again in the next few days.
On one hand, the Taiwanese man desperately wanted Chen Rou to rescue him, but on the other hand, he wanted to wait a little longer until Chen Xianhai, the current leader of the Bamboo Union, personally intervened before having Chen Rou and Er Ye step in.
He was kept in solitary confinement in the cabin, barely surviving, but it was difficult for him to get any information and he rarely had the chance to touch a phone. If he wanted to do these things, he had to rely on Li Jianmei.
He had originally planned to call Chen Rou again to complain when no one was around, but upon hearing a series of thumping footsteps, he immediately curled up on the ground and started pretending to be dead.
The door next door opened, and a fierce voice came from inside: "Hey sis, aren't you going to get me a Coke?"
Then came the sound of boots kicking her; it was Li Jianmei's second brother kicking her: "Lazybones, you always dawdle over everything."
It is said that the dragon has nine sons, each different from the last. In the eyes of Taiwanese people, even rats give birth to different offspring. For example, Li the Cripple has three sons, all of whom are fat and have freckles all over their faces. He dotes on them like treasures. He only has one daughter, with a round face, who is quite cute, but he only loves his sons.
As for my daughter, it's fine if I don't love her; I'll just name her "Jianmei" (meaning "cheap girl").
Her brothers acted like local tyrants in front of her, kicking her whenever they didn't like her.
But that girl was exceptionally kind. When she went to get a Coke for her second brother, she also secretly got one for Wan Daozai. As she passed through the cabin, she carefully pushed open the heavy iron door, slipped the Coke in through a crack, and then winked at Wan Daozai with one eye.
The Taiwanese man first gave a thumbs-up, then pointed to the next room and made a phone call gesture.
...
Let's get back to Hong Kong.
Chen Rou was trying on clothes, while Nie Zhao was looking at the list of attendees at the party.
Suddenly the phone rang, so he answered it. She was about to change her clothes, so she just picked out a necklace to match and said to the designer who came to her home, "Just choose this outfit, this combination will be OK."
The designer was a man, and the kind of man Chen Rou hated the most—ten times more effeminate than Taiwanese men.
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