The bag the man in the middle shop was holding was the most popular bag in the 1970s and 1980s. Although it was extremely ugly in Jiang Huashu's eyes, the man seemed to have done it on purpose. At that time, all cadres in government agencies, units and enterprises had an "LV" bag, and it was very prestigious to carry it when going out.
Jiang Huashu glanced at another bag, a large Shanghai brand travel bag with the Chinese character "Shanghai" printed on the front, next to a sketch of the Bund skyline. This bag was also standard issue for officials on business trips, and only families with means could afford it. But in Jiang Huashu's eyes, it was also gray and ugly.
After showing off his "superiority," the man in the middle bunk took out his money and extended his arm to Jiang Huashu. Jiang Huashu asked, "Can you take it?" Of course not. He turned and left, leaving the boy in the middle bunk sitting there, confused.
Two minutes later, Jiang Huashu arrived with the conductor. The man in the middle bunk reluctantly gave up his lower bunk, took his two bags, and deliberately messed up the sheets that had been laid out.
Jiang Huashu ignored the man on the upper bunk, bent down and tidied the bed sheet again. After a while, Jiang Huashu fell asleep on the berth.
After sleeping for a while, Jiang Huashu felt the bed shaking and creaking. He stood up from the bed and looked at the man in the middle bunk with anger on his face.
"Oh, you woke up so soon? Well, your sleep was so short, less than ten minutes? It seems that you are not feeling well. Let's go to the hospital after we get off the bus!" The man in the middle bunk said to Jiang Shaoming in a slick tone while lying on the middle bunk.
"Can you please stop moving around so much?" Jiang Huashu asked seriously. This guy was a bully at home. He was so quiet when he went to ask the flight attendant just now! But he couldn't always ask the flight attendant for everything. Not only would that be awkward, it would also leave a bad impression on his colleagues.
Thinking of his colleagues at work, Jiang Huashu breathed a sigh of relief. He decided not to leave a bad impression right after returning. He should just bear with it for now.
The man in the middle bunk who deserved a beating said, "Well, I don't want to toss and turn. I'm just not used to lying in the middle bunk. I feel uncomfortable all over. What can I do when I feel uncomfortable? I can only toss and turn."
This statement was even more provocative. Jiang Huashu didn't get angry this time, but went back to his bed and lay down.
Xiao Ding saw all of this clearly in the middle shop opposite. Seeing Jiang Huashu being bullied by the man opposite without saying anything back, he became more convinced that he was also an "apprentice worker".
Xiao Ding sympathized with Jiang Huashu's situation, but dared not speak out, just like himself. Because he was not good at speaking, he was ostracized at work. He had to wait at the end of the line at the cafeteria, and every time he got his turn, he was served leftover vegetable soup. When the company gave him holiday benefits, the hairtail he gave him looked like it had been sold before it was even adult, and the fruit he gave him was always barely grown.
So when he saw what happened to Jiang Huashu, he thought of himself. The smoking master couldn't sit still, so he drove away and went somewhere to stroll and smoke. Now he was the only one here, and he really wanted to help this big brother who had the same fate as himself.
After a while, the man in the middle bunk felt even more proud when he saw that Jiang Huashu was still lying there and didn't dare to get up and talk to him.
He thought to himself that once he showed off his two bags, anyone with a little experience would know that they couldn't afford to offend him. Thinking of this, the man in the middle bunk became even more proud. Not only did he continue to shake the bed, he also kicked the socks off his nose.
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