Chapter 115 - Escape unnoticed

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

I take a breath of the cigarette and wave the smoke away. Just for amuse, I say: “Do you mean that if you want to make a fortune, I just need to develop the offlines? If I join the company, develop more offlines, buy more products, the more commissions I may get?”

“Yes! Yes!” His eyes are shing. He seems so exciting that he’s going to pat me on my shoulder. But when he sees my cold face, just taking his hand back, “Cool! Brother, you are really smart! I bought this condom for nine dollars each! When you get it, you will naturally sell one for ten. But don’t worry! You can sell it to your offlines one for eleven. I think you’re so smart that you’ll make a lot of money in this business! Look at me, I’ve been doing this for just less than two years, and now I’ve already had a good time!”

When he finishes the word, he takes out a box of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket and hands me one. I look at it and see from the box that it is the kind of fake.

Then the fellow is beginning to tell what the real cases are, just who did this business to make a big fortune, bought a villa and drove a famous car and so on.

“I’m not interested. Find someone else.” I pinch the cigarette and turn to go back, but he is coming after me and whispering along the way, “Don’t go, brother! Let’s talk about it again! Don’t worry, we are legal!”

Ignoring him, I go into the carriage and straight to the seat. The fellow is still following me, trying to impress me with his words. I go back to my seat and find that the seat has been occupied. A strong man is sitting in my seat. Beside him, Dorra’s face is red with anger. When she sees me coming back, she’s immediately shouting: “This man grabbed our seat to sit. He’s unreasonable!”

I nod, not too surprise. There are many such things on the train. Some people go out and buy no seat ticket in order to save money and carry on during the trip. This young man seems can’t carry up anymore. He saw an empty seat and just sit down first, Dorra asked him to stand up. He just closed his eyes and pretended not to hear.

In a word, there are many more unreasonable people outside. If all the people in the world are reasonable, the world would have been fucking peaceful.

I look at the man, lower my voice and say steadily: “Please stand up, this is my seat.” This fellow has an unflattering look on his face, looking at me with the white eyes. He’s saying in a stiff voice, “What’s wrong with I sit here for a while? You were fucking go away and I just sit in the empty seat. You fucking waste resources yourself.”

I’m laughing at his simplicity

I often go out and I know there are always such people. Especially on the train, depending on their own strength, bully things often happen. In this case, it is basically impossible for a weak person to face such a strong man.

You look for a train attendant? The whole world knows that they are basically useless in most cases. They come over and say a few words. That guy will give your seat back on the spot and dare to to punch you back when the attendant leaves!

I don’t talk any more. Anyway, it’s useless to talk nonsense when I meet someone unreasonable. I just reach out my hand and grab his neck. The fellow is waving his fist to hit to my face immediately. I grab his wrist. He’s stunned, probably not expecting me to repond so fast. He has tried two times and cann’t break away. With a little effort from my wrist, I turn his arm over slowly.

He’s not as strong as me. He is turning around in pain. I push him hard on the back, and the fellow hits his crotch on the table. He is shouting with the pain, and then softening down. I then take him to the aisle and throw him on the ground. Glancing around, there are two other men who are hostile to me as if they are his companions.

These people are the hooligans on the train. There are some people beside are stretching out their heads to see the excitement. I stare at them to scare them back. I sit back on my seat, raise my foot and step on the back of his hand. He is just about to struggle, just feeling a chill on his face.

I am holding a saw-tooth knife in my hand and putting it on his face, asking coldly: “You want red or white?”

This guy is completely softening. Watching the tip of the knife is shaking in front of him, he dares not to move anymore. I let him go. He is getting up immediately and running to the end of the carriage in dejection. His other two accomplices also crowd into the other carriage.

The space is small, and the action of my knife is only seen by the two seats next to me. Looking at the eyes to me, I am smiling, putting the knife back and saying calmly: “I am a cook, this is for cutting meals.”

Anyway, I don’t care the people around believe it or not. Few of them dare to interfere. This is the way of this world.

The obscene man is standing aside to want to talk to me. But he is frightened and hesitating to speak to me again when he sees me showing the knife.

Actually, I don’t want to be so publicized, but I can’t. If you are not tough, you will be bullied. And I have Dorra beside to take care of. I can’t keep silent. If you let him take one step, he will dare to take two steps forward. If I give in, he would dare to come and bully the girl next step!

Then I close my eyes and pay no attention to the eyes around. Dorra is disturbed and frightened. She is holding one of my arms in her hands and tryng to stick her body to me. Her head is crooking on my shoulder.

The obscene man is not alone. I find that there are seven to eight of his associates in the whole carriage, both men and women. From the early twenties to the forties, they are chatting with passengers one by one. Each of them is saying about how to make a fortune and earn a lot of money, and telling about the hard struggle history, expressing how depressed used to be. Now, since doing pyramid sales, they have been rich. The monthly harvest of tens of thousands a month and have owned houses and cars already.

I find it ridiculous that some people actually do believe these nonsense words. At least I see some honest-looking people in several seats who are intimidated.

Until the next morning, no one was bothering us any more. In the morning, the train arrives the station. I look out at the weather. It’s still cloudy, but the temperature is much higher. I open the bag and find a coat for Dorra. Then we get off the train with the crowd.

The obscene man seems to have gathered a harvest. I see that their pyramid sales team has added three to four new faces. The new faces are all the workers carrying the bags. They are following out of the train expectantly. The pyramid sales cheaters are very gentle and friendly. It is a kind of gray wolf’s kindness to little red riding hood, helping to carry bags and luggage, and slowly squeezing to the exit at the end of the crowd.

Walking down the platform, I take a look at Dorra. The girl’s eyes are still a little blank, but she is leaning close to me with a sense of safty in her eyes. My heart is softened a little. I reach out my hand to hold her little hand and walk out the train station.

I’m walking carefully in the crowd, keeping a proper distance from the people around, while not making myself too conspicuous. The speed is slow. As I’m approaching the exit, I suddenly find an abnormal situation.

Outside the gate, some young men with long hairs in flowery shirts are walking around, pulling pedestrians by the side of the road from time to time, looking at them with the fierce faces, and then pushing them aside to signal them to go away. I notice that most of the people they are checking are young men and women.

I’m suddenly nervous!

I even see two or three people crouching under a few pillars, clearly holding a picture in their hands, and then sweeping their eyes to the crowd from time to time.

What’s up?

My heart is full of doubts. Why are so many people searching here as soon as we arrive?

Time is waiting for no one! Although there were a lot of people in the train just now, but we are standing there and just waiting for a while. There are fewer people in the corridor. Sooner or later, we will be found.

Suddenly, I see the obscene man’s group is coming. A group of pyramid sales are surrounding the lambs they have just deceived in the middle. Others continue to instill their wealth theory and seize the time to brainwash these guys.

I suddenly have an idea. I immediately pull Dorra over and stop the obscene man: “Hello, man!”

“Huh?” He sees me, a little corrugated. I’m immediately laughing and saying: “I thought about it carefully, and I think you have a good point. I just come here and I’m not familiar with other people, and I want to find a way to make a fortune… So…”

I deliberately stop here for a moment and looking at him with the smile.

The obscene man is hesitating a little. He has seen me waving the knife in the train before. Generally, this kind of cheater dares not to take man like me.

But then I continue: “Look, I just come here with my sister, have no job and no place to settle down. I’m also interested in the job you’re talking about. Do you think I can try it first?”

He takes a look at Dorra and is relieved.