"What would happen if we used a knife to chop off the ugly monster's fingers? Would they taste as good as boneless chicken feet?"
I couldn't see the person in front of me clearly, but I could tell it was the voice of a junior high school boy, who was gesturing with a pencil sharpener in his thin hand.
His hands...why are they so small?
Qingche didn't remember anything, but it all felt so familiar.
The first person he met should have been his sister. His sister was very nice and gave him canned meat to eat. His sister didn't treat him like this.
Who are these people! Why did they do this to him? Qing Li was furious. He wanted to roar to warn them, but he was imprisoned and forced to relive his past in an immersive way.
'Hiss' From his perspective, his body took a breath uncontrollably.
The man holding the knife was holding down his hand, stabbing the knife into his fingers little by little, pushing back and forth as if he would not stop until his fingers were broken.
His body was crying loudly, and he was begging for mercy from the onlookers in a childish voice, asking them to let him go.
"How could your mother give birth to you so ugly? How dare you go to the same school with me when you are so ugly? Don't you see what you are like?" Another boy pinched his chin hard, as if this could satisfy his evil taste.
A cheerful laugh came to my ears, like the whisper of a devil.
"That's right, don't you look at what you look like? If you look like this, I should tie you up at home with a rope."
"How can we have fun if we're tied up at home?"
"We can go to his house! His dead grandmother is dead, so what's he doing alone?"
"Do you think killing an orphan will attract attention? He has no family and no one is looking for him. If no one calls the police, we should be fine, right?"
Obviously those voices sound young, and there are a few boys whose voices have not yet changed, but the words they speak sound like the devil.
Another young female voice teased, "What are you afraid of? We are all minors and we won't go in."
"The worst that can happen is we'll be sent to juvenile detention. How long will they keep us there?"
"Hahahaha, hurry up, hasn't his hand been cut off yet? Why is it so hard? Can you do it?"
Anger burned deep in Qingche's heart, but as a bystander of the dream, no matter how hard he struggled, it was in vain.
The ugly man everyone talked about in the dream seemed... seemed like he had personally experienced it. His memory gradually returned as the dream progressed. No wonder he could empathize with those unforgettable pains.
In the end, his fingers were not chopped off, as the small pencil-sized knife could not cut through a person's hand bones.
The young boy was still begging desperately, but instead of being let off or forgiven, he was beaten again.
The little boy who wanted to cut off his little finger stood up, put the knife away, and kicked him in the stomach.
Although he was the one being beaten and tortured, he clearly heard his younger self say, "I'm sorry."
Another kick: "Are you a man? What a coward. You said sorry after getting beaten. Say thank you next time, okay?"
The teenage boys were very curious. One of them said this, and another suggested, "Why don't we strip him and take a look?"
…
It was such a long dream, and I dreamt of so many clear things.
From the beginning of the dream, strange gazes followed him like a shadow, and no matter how hard he tried to escape, he couldn't.
Xie Pu Rou also had a nightmare, a chaotic nightmare.
When he woke up again, he felt sore all over. He moved Chu Enping back to her own room and continued to sleep on her bed, but he himself couldn't fall asleep at all.
She came to the deck, turned on the temperature switch, and felt the cool breeze blowing on her body.
Qiu Kan came over with a cup of hot water and handed it to her.
"What's wrong?"
Xie Purou took the hot water and looked down at the steam rising.
Only by turning on the temperature sensor did she feel back to reality, otherwise she would not have known that it was so cold outside.
He replied nonchalantly, "Nothing."
Qiu Kan noticed that she seemed much quieter than usual and guessed, "Are you thinking about cooperation?"
Xie Purou had no intention of continuing to waste her emotions, so she followed his words and said, "Yes."
She looked at the residents below the cruise ship who were shopping. The bustling city always gave people a sense of happiness and peace.
"They asked me to give you the information and also asked me to ask you, can you use the First Base as an example to show them first?" Qiu Kan pointed to the place where he had just walked to, where there was a stack of A4 paper materials.
"Okay, they're all minor issues." Xie Pu Rou agreed readily and lowered her head to take a sip of hot water.
"How about switching to Xiangpiaopiao next time? Milk tea is more artistic in autumn."
Qiu Kan crossed his arms and looked at her: "Should I change it to 'fragrant' so you can have a good meal?"
Obviously, everything here was provided by her. Even if they were replaced with something fragrant, they would still have to be processed through her products, right?
Xie Purou teased back, "Xiao Qiu brand pre-prepared dishes?"
"Good idea, I'll do this when I retire."
Xie Purou: "I told you that you are old and you are thinking about retirement now."
“But it’s pretty good.”
"When you and Yue Xiwen retire, you can still sit down together to eat hot pot and drink milk tea."
Qiu Kangang walked over and handed her the information: "What about you?"
"Me?" Xie Purou stared ahead. "I'll continue to be a small boss, making money until my hands cramp."
"Take a look. If there's no problem, when can it be done?" Qiu Kan gestured for her to look through the documents.
Xie Purou took the document, flipped through it a few times, and then kept her head down without saying a word. She had to review everything one by one before she could know when it would be completed.
It can be seen that the Central Base is very down-to-earth, and every idea is very practical, not as unrealistic as she expected.
On the contrary, almost every one of them is good advice for the country and the people.
For example, in construction, they also take into account the survival of people at all levels. The price they offer is not very high, and it is enough for the lower-class residents to survive, but there will be no free food supply.
After looking at them one by one, she was left with only admiration.
As expected, with so many brains in a team, it's great if everyone can come up with an idea. Unlike her, who would ponder things for a long time before coming up with a decision.
The central base's system not only applies to all bases, she also decided to adjust the prices of her own B&B and the lit bases to match the bases according to all the prices on this list.
Of course, she would have to wait until the central base tried this solution and saw the results before making a decision. Nothing was more convincing than the successful results of others' efforts.
"I've looked it over and there's no problem. I'll start building when there are fewer people at the evening event."
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