Chapter 213 What's Wrong with Being a Dog?
My parents named me Xiang Ergou, but I don’t like this name.
Because I heard from my boss that a dog travels a thousand miles to eat shit, and a wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat.
So I changed my name to Wolf.
The boss praised me for my ambition and asked me if I was willing to collect debts for the company, and I agreed.
In just one month, I collected 17 debts for the company, three of which were bad debts that others could not collect.
Since then, no one calls me by my name anymore, and everyone respectfully calls me "Brother Wolf".
I moved out of the shabby house where my father had died and moved into a big house.
The house was given by the debtor to the company as payment, and I took it back, along with a man's body and a dying woman.
Collecting debts and building walls were the jobs I did most for the boss, and I earned a lot of money and had a lot of fun.
That period of time was the happiest time of my life. I felt that I had found the meaning of life.
Until one day, I went to collect debts for the boss as usual. The debtor was a sick old man who looked like he would not live long.
No matter how I forced him, he refused to pay me back. I smashed his limbs one by one and built them into the wall, but he just howled in pain and refused to give me any.
I couldn't understand how his bones could be so strong, so I broke all the bones in his body and built them into the wall.
That was my first failure in collecting debts. It seemed like some kind of warning from fate, and misfortunes happened one after another.
The boss's martial arts training went wrong and he was transformed into a terrifying monster, killing anyone he saw in the company.
Then, the people from the law enforcement department surrounded the company. The leader was an extremely ferocious woman. With one kick, like a scorpion swinging its tail, she poked the boss's head and broke a wall.
Many corpses mixed together rolled out from the wall. The scene at that moment was extremely beautiful.
I was put in prison and should have been sentenced to death, but I made a deal with the judge using the house under my name, and I was put in prison No. 2 and became a minor offender.
Everything was fine at the beginning. The prison provided me with food and accommodation, and I even became the prison boss.
However, the good times did not last long. The prison management gradually became harsh and even started to charge us for food and accommodation, requiring us to pay money every week.
Naturally, the prisoners refused to agree and caused several riots. Then, for several days, the blood in the corridor could not be washed away no matter how many times they mopped it.
Then, a construction team came into the prison and renovated the entire prison. The walls were repainted white, the corridors were filled with probes, and isolation doors were set up between the prison areas, with heavy access control.
Moreover, a crematorium was built inside the prison, and for a period of time, the crematorium was running non-stop every day.
I have carried corpses to the crematorium several times. Based on my many years of experience in wall building, I found that the wall behind the crematorium was particularly solid.
I suspect there is a secret hidden in that wall, but I have never told anyone. It is a secret hidden deep in my heart.
After that, it wasn’t long before no prisoner in the prison dared not to pay.
But after paying the food fee, the quality of the food in the prison plummeted, and every meal was just sticky paste.
It's like pig feed, with no taste. After eating it, the blood and energy in your body will become extremely sluggish, as if all the bones in your body were put in heavy shackles, and you will no longer have the strength to resist the electric batons wielded by the prison guards.
I knew what the prison was planning, but facing the black muzzles of guns on the high walls, I had no choice but to surrender and eat the sticky paste.
Because if you don’t eat, you will really starve to death.
That day, I felt like I was eating shit, and I realized that I had turned from a wolf back into a dog.
As the days passed, and three months before I was released, the prison changed its warden and came up with a strange thing called the "last-in-last-out system."
On that day, the prison guards went crazy, wielding electric batons, and brutally beat to death a prisoner who did not pay enough money in front of me.
I witnessed those bloodthirsty prison guards, and their figures swayed in my mind, just like the crazy me in the past.
But now, I'm the one being collected for debt.
But it doesn’t matter, I still have money outside. That money is enough for me to get through the remaining three months, and there will be some left over for me to regroup and make a comeback after I get out.
By then, I can open my own mortgage company and be my own boss. I can use the advanced debt collection skills I learned from the second prison to beat my peers outside, and then make the company bigger and stronger step by step.
Just as I was planning and looking forward to a bright future after being released from prison, two prison guards on night shift interrupted my beautiful dreams and used their eloquent words to persuade my stupid and poor cellmates.
Refuse to pay?
Are you kidding me? If a debt collector can’t collect the money, then he can only collect his life!
I will not be so foolish as to use my own bones to fight against the electric baton when I am about to be released from prison.
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But I still pretended to agree to the two prison guards, because all the prisoners in my room had their brains filled with blood because of the verbal stimulation and bewitching of that new, good prison guard.
Although he often had a gentle smile on his face and spoke politely and reasonably, I could feel that there was a terrible malice hidden behind that smile.
The way he looked at us was as if he was examining toys. The hidden indifference and cruelty was even more terrifying than when I built those people into the wall.
After all, my original intention was just to get their money, but this prison guard named Feng Mu only wanted our lives. No, that's not right, he wanted to sell our lives for a good price.
I won't be fooled by him.
So, today during the day, when the prison guard came to collect the debt, he brandished an electric baton with a cruel look on his face and knocked three prisoners to the ground one after another, leaving them in a pool of blood.
Then he raised the electric baton again and approached me with a grin. When the electric baton came down, I immediately fell to the ground with all fours, revealing a fearful and flattering face like a dog.
I was only hit lightly with the stick, but I screamed louder than anyone else.
The prison guard laughed, and I grinned too. I took the phone handed to me and contacted the woman outside who I had tamed like a dog. On the other end of the phone, she followed my instructions and transferred all the money into the account provided by the prison guard.
My surrender, like an invisible pressure, spread to the hearts of every prisoner. They lost the courage to resist and obediently handed over double the amount of money they had paid before.
I looked at them, their faces as if they had lost their parents, staring at me listlessly, angry but not daring to say anything.
I pursed my lips in contempt, and after the prison guards left, I said to them, "Why are you looking at me? Are you really stupid? Are you really going to use your bones to resist the electric baton? Please, I am saving your lives."
At this moment, I really felt that I had saved them, at least saved their lives for a week.
And I have lived for thirty-three years, and suddenly, I suddenly realized a truth: wolves travel thousands of miles to eat meat, but they will be beaten to death; dogs travel thousands of miles to eat shit, but they can stay alive.
So, what's wrong with being a dog? Only a crazy idiot would want to be a wolf. Haha, how stupid.
Um.
There's nothing wrong with the name my parents gave me. I like my name.
My name is Xiang Ergou, the dog of dogs! There is a section about killing people and building walls in the middle, more than 200 words, which was deleted by the review. . . . . You can figure it out for yourself (end of this chapter)
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