0078 Night Rose Night.78 (2800+) (2nd update) Huang Mingyan felt that the hand on his shoulder weighed a thousand pounds, and was about to push him into the bottomless abyss.
"You're a smart man. Hurry up on the company registration, okay? As long as this goes smoothly, your gambling debts with us will be cleared. If you manage this 'business' well, you'll reap all the benefits later."
A heavy slap landed on his spine, causing Huang Mingyan to feel pain, but he still managed a smile and replied to the man who had just spoken to him, "Brother La, I understand."
Huang Mingyan didn't know why he had ended up in this situation again.
When the stock market was booming in July, he seized the opportunity to make some money, so he first paid back 100,000 to Ruan Mei, and threw the rest into a sea of red. He thought that with a few more daily limit increases, he would be able to pay her back the rest of the debt soon.
Then he could pursue her again.
With some spare money in hand, Huang Mingyan's hands began to itch again. It was too difficult to go to Macau during the epidemic. Recently, several of his gambling friends were playing in underground casinos. He watched for a while and finally joined in the fun, hoping to earn more capital to invest in the stock market.
But this time, I got myself into trouble again. Not only did I not make any money, I also owed the casino a sum of money, and my stocks were also stuck.
The boss of Casino X is Brother Le, who somehow found out that Huang Mingyan used to run a finance and taxation company, specializing in helping people register companies and handle tax affairs, so he brought him to see the blind man.
The blind man needs to launder the dirty money obtained from various channels, and shell companies are one of the channels.
The huge office was as cold as an ice cave. The cold air penetrated Huang Mingyan's clothes from all directions and stuck to him for a long time. His sight under the lenses was as flickering as a mayfly, and he never dared to look at the man behind the large mahogany desk.
Even though the man was sitting with his back to him, Huang Mingyan could only see half of the back of his head exposed on the leather back of the boss chair, and could only hear game sound effects such as "double kill" from time to time, but he still didn't dare to look at that place.
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A lazy voice came through the noisy game music: "Go away, don't stop me from playing games."
"Okay, okay, thank you blind brother..." Huang Mingyan bowed, and when he lifted his foot, he found that his calf felt like it was filled with lead.
La Ge's hand was still on his back, seemingly hugging him, but actually he was grabbing his clothes and pushing them out.
This is one of the high-end clubs owned by the blind man. The lights in the corridor are dim and blurry. Huang Mingyan lowered his head. That brother La was still nagging something beside him, but he didn't hear it. It was as if his ears were filled with water.
This corridor is like the belly of a python. Every step feels like stepping on ethereal clouds and mist, but my head and heart are getting heavier and heavier.
At this time, Huang Mingyan heard another set of messy footsteps coming towards him. He raised his head slightly and saw three men walking towards him. To be precise, the man in the middle who was clamped was being pushed and his footsteps were even more floating than his.
He withdrew his gaze, realizing that they were both wanderers in this world.
"Brother La." The man opposite greeted him first.
"Well, what did this guy do?"
"The porter said he doesn't want to do it anymore. Bring him over here and tell Brother Razor."
Brother Le sneered: "Come and go as you please? It's not that easy. Razor is inside, and the blind man is here too today."
Huang Mingyan couldn't stop the trembling that was spreading down his back. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to leave this time.
Zhong Mang didn't think as much as the man opposite him. His mind was blank and he let the two men carry him away like a rag doll.
The clothes on my back were soaked with cold sweat, as if the mountain ridge was shrouded in thick dark rain clouds and covered by icy cold air, it was bone-chillingly cold.
But the places on his face and body that were beaten were extremely hot. The two feelings intertwined and collided violently in his body, almost suffocating him.
Why did it become like this?
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He told his superior yesterday that he didn't want to deliver ice anymore, and his superior agreed and let him make one more trip today and that would be it.
He got some ice tonight and his boss asked him to deliver it directly to the parking lot of the club. Just as he found the designated guest vehicle, Zhong Mang was surrounded by two men who beat him up without saying a word.
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He was slapped several times on the face, his ears buzzed like flies, and he was kicked several times on the back. Zhong Mang waved his hands around to block the blows, but he was beaten even harder. He had no choice but to curl up on the ground with his hands on his face.
Like a dying cicada.
The man who beat the man was the first to push open the heavy wooden door and pushed Zhong Mang to the ground: "Brother Razor, the person is here."
Zhong Mang's knee suddenly hit the ground with a thud, and there was a piercing pain. He gritted his teeth and raised his head with difficulty, but could only see the black leather chair behind the mahogany table.
The fat man who had been sitting on the black sofa next to him, browsing his phone, stood up and slowly walked over to the man kneeling on the ground. He glared at him and said, "You're the one who wants to leave, right?"
"Shave, Razor Brother... I, I, I don't want to do this anymore! Please let me go!"
Zhong Mang's knees moved on the ground, as if he was kneeling on an extremely sharp blade, cutting his flesh and causing bright red blood to flow.
He didn't care about the pain and cold, and could only beg the pythons to let him go.
In the past month, Zhong Mang went to help Ruan Mei with work whenever he was free during the day. Chen Shanye launched two more flavors of meat hats. There were endless sauces to be fried and endless orders to be sent out every day.
Although the money is not much, it is much more reassuring to earn it, and it feels great to see the sunshine.
But every time night falls, he returns to his role as a porter and shuttles around the city. It seems that there are more and more eyes staring at him from behind, so dense that they seem to see through him.
"If every porter is like you, coming when they want and leaving when they want, then are there any rules?" Razor's cheeks puffed up when he smiled, and his kind look reminded Zhong Mang of the Maitreya Buddha enshrined in the temple.
But the next second, the Buddha raised his foot and kicked him hard in the head.
All the flies in his ears flew away in an instant, replaced by a sharp sound piercing his brain. Zhong Mang was kicked down by a huge force, and his head slammed against the ground with a thud, then bounced up and fell back.
It was a full, ripe watermelon, and if you bumped it a few more times, blood-red, sticky juice would burst out.
The dust around was shaken into the air and fled in all directions. Zhong Mang blinked slowly, and the scene he saw looked like a photo that had been soaked in rain for a long time and had turned white and faded. It also looked very much like the family photo pressed under the glass of the table in his room.
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The fat man was not satisfied with the one kick, so he kicked a few more times while cursing, but he still had a smile on his face. The Buddha amulet on his chest emitted a golden light, and some unknown Buddha hidden inside was also smiling.
It was as if he was not stepping on a person, but just a watermelon that can be found everywhere in summer, or a summer cicada that had reached the end of its life and fell from the tree trunk and lay in the mud.
"Please... please... Brother Razor, I won't tell anyone about these things, cough, cough..." Zhong Mang trembled and protected his head with his hands, his back hunched, and his whole body curled up like a rotten fruit.
The fat man let out a breath and was about to start cursing when the sound of a cell phone rang out in the office. The monotonous melody sounded like an angel praising the world to Zhong Mang.
“Brother, it’s Assistant Shen calling.” The man in black who had been standing by the desk handed a mobile phone to the blind man who was playing games.
"Help me continue fighting."
"Okay." The man in black took the blind man's phone and started calling skillfully.
The aria-like ringing stopped, and the blind man's voice flattered and fawned: "Assistant Shen! It's so late and you haven't left work yet? How is Mr. Qin recently? ... I will deal with the online gambling issue as soon as possible... Yes, yes, you are talking about... The 'Water Room' has been a bit blocked recently... No, no, there is no problem! Mr. Qin, please give me a little more time... Okay, thank you for your hard work, Assistant Shen..."
Zhong Mang pressed his ears tightly. He couldn't listen to these things. The more he knew, the harder it would be to escape.
Finally, when the conversation was over, Zhong Mang loosened his grip a little. His ears were still buzzing and the saliva he swallowed tasted of rust.
"Blind man, what should we do with this kid?" The fat man put one hand on his waist and waved the other hand in the air. Immediately, someone handed him a cigarette.
Zhong Mang was trembling, his cheek pressed against the cold floor tiles, his eyelids tremblingly open a little, and in his blurry and shaking vision, he saw a pair of black shoes walking towards him.
Following the sound of footsteps, Zhong Mang's eyes slowly slid to the corners of his eyes, looking at the man whose name he had only heard of but never seen.
A black eye patch covered the man's left eye, and the other eye was filled with shadows.
The blind man is really blind in one eye.
"Do you want to leave?" The blind man squatted in front of him, and his slow question sounded like the strumming of a broken electric guitar.
Zhong Mang was a few beats slow to react, then nodded like pounding garlic: "...I want to leave!"
The blind man raised his lips, reached behind him and took something out, then continued slowly, "Don't talk about you, I want to leave too, but how can it be that easy?"
V's teeth chattered as if he had ice in his mouth. The more Zhong Mang tried to open his eyes, the heavier his eyelids became. "Blind man, blind brother... I will really keep my mouth shut and not say anything nonsense..."
The darkness in the room was murky and thick, like the rind and flesh of a melon that had rotted in a trash can until it oozed sour juice.
Zhong Mang couldn't see clearly what the man took out from behind his back, but he soon knew it, as the metal as cold as an icicle pressed against his temples.
The blind man's mouth corners almost reached his forehead, and he smiled strangely and crazily. He licked his lips, and the black pistol in his hand emitted a faint, decayed light. "Only dead people don't talk nonsense. Do you understand, kid?"
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