The two of them quickly replenished carbohydrates and an appropriate amount of salt water, and instantly felt much more comfortable.
There are plenty of delicious food and clean drinking water in this place, and all the world's major brands can be bought here, but these are prepared for the "rich", not for Bai Song and Wang Huadong's current status.
There are also many residential areas for ordinary people here, but these places are relatively fixed, with a high consumption level, and are easy to be found.
Bai Song's accommodation area is about eight kilometers away from Youyi Street. You can take a motorcycle to get there, which is similar to taking a taxi. Bai Song and Wang Huadong have taken this ride many times. There are hundreds of drivers here and the personnel turnover is also very high, so there are new drivers almost every time.
They just moved to this house the day before yesterday. There are many houses here, and most of them are short-term rentals, with a minimum of three days. They lived in the previous one for half a month before the neighbors around them started to get familiar with them, so they moved to another place.
There is a large flow of people here, and those who live here are all poor people. Generally speaking, economic problems are not likely to arise between residents. After all, they are all very poor, and there is no force infiltrating here. They are considered the bottom of the society.
Below the bottom are some half-dead people, and these people are likely to appear in the worst bars.
"I've finally gotten familiar with this area. The things I bought this time will last me a week," Bai Song swallowed a piece of bread and took a sip of water.
This bread is extremely unpalatable. The sweetness inside is probably from saccharin or something like that, the kind given to gamblers when they are broke. It is not enough to kill you with hunger, and the taste is as bad as it can be. But for Bai Song and Wang Huadong, this is already pretty good stuff.
"Which one tastes better, this bread or the one you ate on the boat?" Wang Huadong suddenly asked.
"Are you talking about the one that Chen Yongren gave me after I didn't eat or drink for a day and a night? It was soaked in water, and I had no idea what it tasted like at the time. Now I think it must have been very fragrant." Bai Song said, "But, this bread is obviously more delicious."
"This one tastes better?" Wang Huadong nodded: "No wonder you eat it so deliciously. I... I guess I need to lose weight."
"This compressed biscuit tastes pretty good. You can eat this." Bai Song handed Wang Huadong a compressed biscuit and said, "Eat it even if you have to. You can't consume too little energy every day."
"Okay," Wang Huadong said without saying thank you. The compressed biscuits tasted good and were quite fragrant, but he didn't buy many, only six. These days, Bai Song often gave him some food that was easier to eat, and Wang Huadong sometimes gave it back to Bai Song. In short, they helped each other.
After replenishing their energy, the two of them looked at the materials Wang Liang had provided and prepared to go to the bar later.
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At this moment, at a private clinic one kilometer away, a man was lying at the door of the clinic, shaking the door with his hands.
He was shaking all over and sweating, and his hands were shaking like a blender, and when he put them on the door, the door shook.
Not long after, someone came out to see what was going on. It was the doctor here. He looked outside through several small holes he had specially made, and when he found that there was only this person, he opened the door.
"What's wrong with you?" the doctor asked in the local language.
"Save me... I I I I will give you money..." The man said this with great effort, but he still said it clearly.
The doctor looked around and didn't intend to let the man come in, but when he saw that the man had money in his pocket, he thought about it and dragged him in.
"Let me make it clear first, this is a special medicine. One injection costs 5,000. Do you want to use it?" the doctor asked.
At this moment the man could no longer speak, his trembling became lighter, the whites of his eyes were exposed, and it was obvious that he was dying.
"I'll take that as your consent. It's up to you. Good luck." The doctor quickly found an injection of naloxone. (Note: Maffei's antagonist drug)
This doctor has no medical skills at all, otherwise he wouldn't be here, he just knows some basic things. In this place, there are too many cases of opioid poisoning, so naloxone is naturally always available.
First, a full 3 mg injection was given, followed by a little bit every few minutes, and then it continued for half an hour.
"I have done what I should do. I will take your money." The doctor looked outside and said, "If you die tomorrow, I can explain it to your friends. If you don't die, you are lucky."
The doctor opened the man's pocket and found a full 10,000 yuan in it. He roughly divided it in half, then took the larger half and stuffed the rest of the money back.
If someone dies and no one cares about him, the remaining money will belong to him even if it is kept here.
Generally speaking, this man is already an opioid addict, and the injection of naloxone is likely to cause acute withdrawal symptoms and direct death, but the doctor doesn't care. He dared to use naloxone without knowing what kind of poisoning he had. Only doctors here dare to do this. Anyway, they have no responsibility if the patient dies.
Leaving this person here, the doctor locked the door of this room. He was well-informed and had seen many such things. The probability of being alive the next day was less than 30%. Lock the door, go to the room inside, and talk about it tomorrow morning.
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Bai Song and the other person went to a relatively nice bar here. The so-called relatively nice bar means that it is a place where the locals entertain themselves. It is completely different from the one near Friendship Street, and it can even be said to be in a different world.
There is absolutely no beautiful girl here, and if there is, it is only temporary. What there is here is cheap alcohol, free music and middle-aged women. Of course, there are exceptions. Some women appear here because they are known to be sick and no one dares to take them there.
Bai Song and the other two still looked a little ugly after putting on makeup, which could effectively avoid trouble. In a place like this, only garbage is safe, and the more garbage, the safer.
After arriving here, they ordered some simple drinks and food, and started eating while chatting.
The content of the conversation was all random things. No matter what others were talking about, they were all talking about similar meaningless topics. As for the food, the food here was okay, much better than the previous bar. To be honest, the food tasted okay. The two people who were already full still finished the food for two smoothly and drank some light beer.
They stayed here until after midnight, but no one paid any attention to them. The person Bai Song wanted to see never came. The two of them took a rare break and left.
The bars here don't open until the afternoon. After Bai Song and the other man left, they walked around the area and didn't see the person who had been taken away from the bar before, so they returned to their residence.
The next afternoon, just over an hour after the bar opened, the two came here again.
There are not many people who have proper jobs in this place, and people die every day, so naturally some people make quick money and want to come here to enjoy themselves. Generally speaking, if you make a lot of money, you definitely won’t stay here, but if you make a few hundred or a few thousand dollars, this is the best choice.
As soon as Bai Song arrived here, he saw his target person.
Near the middle of the bar, a man was holding a woman who was heavily made up and drinking.
Sitting closer, Bai Song listened to his constant bragging and slowly recorded it with the recording equipment.
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