If he ran away too, the mutual aid society would be in chaos, and Zhou Fangchun wouldn't have had a chance to escape.
"You still have the nerve to ask me? You tried to scheme against me, but I schemed against you instead. What, you're disappointed that I didn't take the blame for you or take all the responsibility upon myself? Zhou Fangchun, you're my sister, and yet you schemed against me like this. Are you even human?"
"If I'm not human, then are you? You and I are about the same, neither of us is saying anything to the other."
The two snorted coldly, turned their faces away, and were furious.
Zhou Jian'an had never anticipated that the smuggling would take so long. Coming from Guangzhou, the fishing boat docked at Feng'an Bridge, and they would have to find an opportunity to blend in with the main group to cross to the other side.
Zhou Jian'an had been hungry for a day and a night. He brought his own food, but he didn't eat with the others because he didn't dare to show off his wealth. He spent 30,000 yuan to charter a fishing boat, but when he arrived at Feng'an Bridge, he discovered that he had been sold, along with the boat, to this large smuggling vessel.
There were many refugees on the boat, and some of them had fierce and menacing eyes, and they didn't look like good people. Many of the people who smuggled themselves out were people who couldn't survive in the mainland, but there were also people like Zhou Jian'an who had committed crimes and had to escape.
Zhou Jian'an dared not flaunt his wealth, so he could only go hungry. When he was too hungry to bear it, he would drink cold water.
If all else fails, they'll just have to eat the spoiled dried fish on the boat.
Zhou Fangchun was even more thoughtful than he had imagined. Not only did she not flaunt her wealth, she also disguised herself and carried only the dry noodles that poor people would eat.
Zhou Fangchun saw Zhou Jian'an's evil eyes turn black, sneered, broke off a piece of flatbread, and ate it with some not-so-clean cold water.
Zhou Chufei stared at the two of them. He wasn't a child anymore; he understood everything. The two of them each had their own ulterior motives, but in the end, they were both adults, while he was just a child without any survival skills.
If Zhou Jian'an could abandon even his own mother, what chance would he have? If the fishing boat ran into trouble and they were stranded at sea, Zhou Jian'an would probably throw him into the sea without hesitation.
With neither his father nor his aunt reliable, Zhou Chufei dared not complain of hunger. He could only keep his eyes fixed on them, never daring to look away for a moment.
The fishing boat owner's surname is Jing. He specializes in smuggling people and has connections in Hong Kong and Guangdong. He has been in this business for many years, and nine out of ten people who go out on cargo ships do so through his connections.
Boss Jing brought two men with him and walked into the cabin. He pointed at Zhou Jian'an and said, "Come out with me."
Zhou Jiean put down what he was holding and followed him out of the cabin. The sky outside was bright, and several fishing boats were moored not far away.
Boss Jing pointed to several earthenware pots and said:
"Move these earthenware pots onto the boat."
There were more than 30 people in the cabin, and only a few people were moving cargo on the deck, yet the ship's draft was so deep, which was illogical.
With things getting tense lately, there are many coast guard officers patrolling the harbor. If someone is caught, they will definitely be taken aboard for a search.
Only by bringing up large jars of pickled vegetables and soy sauce to disguise it as a cargo ship could the ship safely sail into the port area.
"After the jars are brought up and arranged in rows, you guys stay on the deck and pretend to be boatmen."
Zhou Jian'an stared in Zhou Fangchun's direction and handed a cigarette to Boss Jing.
Old Master Jing is not yet 40 years old, with a broad face, and doesn't look like a local from Guangdong Province.
"Boss Jing, how much did they pay you for selling us to you?"
Boss Jing lit a cigarette, glanced at him, and said, "Old Tao is a middleman. He only takes orders and gets a commission, then brings the customers to me. He doesn't know anything else. I collect all the money. If you pay more, we offer a one-stop service. After we take you to Hong Kong, we'll settle you in, help you get your residence permit, and then your Hong Kong ID card. Don't worry, leave the rest to me."
How could Zhou Jian'an possibly feel at ease?
Zhou Fangchun was on the same boat as him, followed the same route, and contacted the same human trafficker.
Keeping this older sister around is just a recipe for disaster.
Zhou Jian'an took out a wad of cash, smiled, and handed it to Boss Jing.
Boss Jing didn't say anything, but he took out another stack of cards.
Boss Jing remained silent, smoking and glancing at him.
Zhou Jian'an was a little anxious. He was afraid that Zhou Fangchun would make a move before him, so he simply took off his Rolex and handed it to Boss Jing.
People in the underworld say that a Rolex can save your life in a critical moment.
Fearing that cash wouldn't work, Zhou Jian'an specially asked someone to buy him several Rolex watches; the gold dashboards symbolized wealth and status.
Such valuable watches are rare in mainland China.
But Boss Jing's business was transporting people and goods. He saw many good products in coastal cities, so he naturally knew how to appreciate them.
Boss Jing immediately smiled, took the Rolex, and put it on his wrist.
"Speak, what is it?"
"I want someone to disappear."
Boss Jing took two deep drags on his cigarette. "I'm running a legitimate business."
"I'll give you 100,000 after it's done."
That's exactly what Boss Jing was waiting for. Although he was in the business of smuggling people, people in his line of work only cared about taking money and didn't care about life or death.
In the past, whenever they approached the port city and encountered police patrols, they would always pull the entire boat of people off the boat and have them swim separately to the port city area.
Some people are good swimmers, while others can't.
Several people died in each batch.
Boss Jing wasn't a vicious criminal; he didn't kill people. But it was perfectly normal for a few people to die while smuggling themselves across the border.
Whether a few people die or it's him or her who dies, it makes no difference to him.
With Boss Jing's assurance, Zhou Jian'an went to the restroom with a smile.
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