Chapter Four: What kind of development is this?
Chapter Four: What kind of development is this?
Chapter Four: What kind of development is this?
Hou San saw Lao Yang off as he left, and Lao Yang went to run some errands, leaving Hou San behind.
He returned to the living room, slumped onto the sofa, and put his legs up on the coffee table in front of him.
"Wow, Old Yang has done quite well these past few years, he's actually quite wealthy."
Hou San and Lao Yang hadn't seen each other for only five years, and now they both had detached villas.
The decor looks expensive; the thought of living in such a nice house in the future made him unable to suppress the smile on his face.
He opened the refrigerator, chose a drink with foreign words on it, and also picked up a plate of beef.
"This kind of life is so enviable."
Hou San sat back on the sofa and stuffed a large piece of beef into his mouth.
Chewing heartily, the aroma of meat filled my mouth, so delicious I wanted to swallow my tongue.
He opened the drink and gulped down a big mouthful.
"Ha! This stuff is actually alcohol. But that's perfect, I was just wondering what to do with my taste buds."
The overwhelming smell of alcohol made Hou San realize that he had actually taken a bottle of liquor.
"Old Yang is such a troublemaker. He won't even let me drink alcohol lately. There's so much in the fridge, and he didn't even tell me."
Hou San loves drinking; alcohol is his greatest passion in life.
Back when I was at home, I was drunk all day long.
The first thing I do when I open my eyes in the morning is to have a couple of ounces of energy.
His wife has made a lot of fuss because of his drinking.
Hou San, who had drunk too much, got annoyed by her nagging and started hitting her.
Many people have advised him to quit drinking.
He's used to drinking; how could he possibly quit? He feels uncomfortable all over without alcohol.
He had even sworn to curse himself and wanted to quit.
But they couldn't even last a day.
He can't even fall asleep if he doesn't drink something at night.
In the end, he simply gave up and just stayed that way.
Later, his parents died, and his wife was also driven away.
He lived on the village's minimum subsistence allowance, preferring to drink rather than eat.
Later, a guy from the same village couldn't stand it anymore.
I knew that if he kept drinking like that, he would drink himself to death.
So we took him out to find work, thinking that if he had something to do, he wouldn't think about drinking all the time.
After he came out, he did drink less.
One reason is that the construction site is strictly guarded and drinking is prohibited.
One is someone who works from the moment they open their eyes all day, so tired that they don't even think about drinking.
However, sometimes the craving for alcohol can be incredibly agonizing.
He secretly went home every night and took a couple of sips to satisfy his craving.
As time went on and they became more familiar with each other, he would often sneak drinks.
My alcohol cravings have returned, and I occasionally sneak a drink during the day.
If you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet.
He was caught by his superiors several times for sneaking drinks.
Later, they even kicked him out. Hou San had nowhere to go and didn't want to go home.
That's how he got in touch with Lao Yang through other people, looking for something to do.
Old Yang and his friends grew up together in the same village.
Knowing his hobby, I explicitly forbade him from drinking.
He also said that if he drank again and caused trouble, he would be thrown out.
Hou San understood; he knew Old Yang's huge secret.
Once you're thrown out, it's not as simple as just chasing them away.
He might die out there, but he wanted to make money and didn't want to die, so he readily agreed.
He hasn't touched a drop of alcohol for the past three days, and he's been feeling miserable every day because of it.
But with Lao Yang watching over him, he dared not drink a drop of alcohol no matter how badly he felt.
An unexpected sip of wine instantly reignited my craving.
Once the craving hits, how can one resist?
Hou San stopped eating meat, ran to the refrigerator, and took out all the bottles of liquor with foreign writing on them.
Sitting on the floor next to the sofa, I downed three bottles before I felt alive again.
"Ah! This is life! What kind of life is it without wine?!"
He then slowed down, taking a sip of wine and a bite of meat.
He drank quickly and in a hurry, and even though he had a high alcohol tolerance from years of drinking, he was slightly dizzy.
This familiar feeling made him feel like he was floating on air, and he felt that he couldn't have lived a more pleasant life than he was now.
After drinking all the wine, he felt dizzy, his face was flushed, and his surroundings became blurry.
After the craving for alcohol subsided, the last vestiges of reason took hold.
He planned to take a nap on the sofa to sober up before cleaning up the mess.
Try to make sure that when Lao Yang comes back, he won't find out that he's been drinking.
"Ding-dong!"
A ringing alarm instantly snapped Hou San, who was about to fall asleep, back to reality.
He reached for his phone on the sofa and saw it was a WeChat message, not a call, and breathed a huge sigh of relief.
I opened my phone feeling dizzy, tapped it a couple of times, and then the message finally played.
Old Yang's voice came through.
“The plan has changed. Things aren’t going well on my end. Be prepared to take the kid from the basement with you and come along.”
His tone was hurried and tense, so it seemed that things weren't going well for Lao Yang.
Hou San shook his head, listened again, and finally understood what he meant.
Despite his drunkenness, he dared not speak, but typed a single word in reply: "Okay."
After managing to finish all that, my newly mustered energy was instantly swallowed up by the intoxication.
Fortunately, he had been drinking for a long time and wasn't completely incoherent.
He struggled to his feet, leaning against the wall as he went down to the ground; he wanted to take the boy with him.
I stumbled and staggered into the basement.
It took me ages to find the key, and with trembling hands, I tried three times before finally opening the door.
He slapped himself to clear his head before pushing open the door to the basement.
"Um?"
Hou San later realized he was drunk and dizzy, and wondered why the guy in his bed was gone.
He rubbed his eyes, just about to take another good look.
It felt like a rope was tightening around my neck, and I felt suffocated.
Suffocation combined with dizziness from alcohol.
He struggled desperately, but he was not as strong as when he was sober.
Her hands and feet were weak, and she couldn't break free of the rope around her neck no matter what she did.
"Waaah!"
A whimpering groan came from his mouth, and rapid breathing could be heard from behind.
Zhou Ran gripped the end of the rope tightly, pressing her back against Hou San's back.
He bent over desperately, trying to tighten the rope around his shoulders.
This posture makes it easier for him to exert force, giving Zhou Ran, who is significantly weaker, an advantage.
Hou San frantically clawed at the rope around his neck, trying desperately to break free.
Zhou Ran dared not let go and held on tightly.
This is a life-or-death tug-of-war.
It wasn't that Zhou Ran was heartless; it was that if Hou San hadn't died, it would have been him who died.
Finally, Hou San stopped struggling, and his entire weight pressed down on him with Zhou Ran's force.
Zhou Ran was forced to the ground by the force.
This is the second time he's been pinned down today, and both times it was by men.
Zhou Ran didn't care about any of that. He struggled desperately and crawled out from under Hou San.
He needed to leave as soon as possible, unsure if this person had accomplices.
If his accomplices hear the commotion and come over, all his efforts will have been in vain.
Zhou Ran quickly searched Hou San's body.
He took out his phone and pried out the keys he was holding in his hand.
I turned to leave, but then I remembered that my phone was locked.
Grab the phone and unlock it by facing your face.
Once she confirmed that her phone had unlocked, Zhou Ran didn't linger and rushed out, remembering to lock the basement door with her key.
He hid in the shadows of the stairwell corner, dimmed his phone's brightness, and quickly browsed all his messages.
After filtering out the conflicting information and confirming that his accomplices were not around, Zhou Ran breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Carefully select the information of a few key individuals.
After finally confirming Lao Yang's WeChat, it seems like they're planning something.
This will make them a fortune, but it's not a good thing.
He saw the last message.
Zhou Ran quickly typed on Hou San's phone.
He imitated Hou San's tone.
[Old Yang, everything's ready here. When are you guys coming?]
Zhou Ran got up and went upstairs.
He needs some food now.
Otherwise, they would starve to death before their accomplices arrived.
He went down to the living room on the first floor and saw aluminum cans rolling all over the floor.
No wonder that guy reeked of alcohol; someone of his build could easily succeed.
This is incredibly amateurish; how much alcohol did they drink?
He dared to drink and mess things up while trying to do his job properly.
If he were one of his subordinates in a past life, he would have beaten him so badly that he would run away whenever he saw alcohol.
Zhou Ran still had the mood to let her mind wander.
He shook his head, banishing his random thoughts, and rushed to the refrigerator.
I opened a bottle of beverage first and drank it.
This sugary drink is the quickest way to replenish his energy and fluids, which is exactly what he needs right now.
He only felt alive again after downing a whole bottle of beverage in one go.
I started wolfing down my food when my phone rang.
It was a voice message, which he quickly clicked on.
A rough male voice came from inside.
"Damn it! These guys are sticking to us like glue. Third brother, get the car ready. We'll shake them off and meet up with you in half an hour."
Zhou Ran stuffed food into her mouth while listening to the other person continue talking.
"Hurry up, the one in the basement is too much trouble, so let's not take it. There's something in the closet drawer of my room on the second floor, take it."
Zhou Ran gulped down a mouthful of water and swallowed the food in his mouth.
I stop eating when I feel about 50% full.
If I eat too much, I'll definitely throw up when I run later.
Moreover, he had a feeling that the days ahead would only get harder.
After listening to the voice message, he put his phone in his pocket.
He didn't believe what they said about half an hour.
In a situation like this where people are fleeing for their lives, the faster the better. Those people don't even have time to care about themselves, which shows how urgent the situation is.
He saw it; he even asked me to bring his along.
The fact that they can't worry about that now means they're in an emergency and it's not safe here; they should be found eventually.
Rushing to the second floor, Zhou Ran didn't know which room was Old Yang's, so she had to search for it one by one along the stairs.
They rushed in and searched for the things Old Yang had mentioned.
I found some loose change in a drawer in the first room; it must have been left there casually.
I didn't see any of the other rooms.
Finally, they found something in the drawer of the third room.
Looking at the cash, passport, and old-fashioned telephone.
He took these out and discovered that there was a hidden compartment at the bottom of the drawer.
Zhou Ran opened it out of curiosity, and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw what was inside.
While surprised, a glint of excitement flashed in his eyes.
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