Chapter 355

In the underground warehouse of a waste paper factory in H city.

The three strong men were naked, smoking and playing poker.

"Brother, when will that woman get away?" asked a scarred brain, casually clasping his teeth and spitting.

"There's no letter from the top..." a slightly older middle-aged man frowned slightly, and then ran over the yellow phlegm on the ground with his feet.

"When can we get the money?" a young man asked in a low voice.

"Money must be yours..." the middle-aged man threw down his poker and shouted irritably.

"It's been a few fucking days. Haizi and his family are all waiting for the money to be buried!"

When the young man saw the middle-aged man's anxious eyes, he stood up, stared at the beads and shouted.

"How the fuck do you talk to brother Shi?" the scarred man pushed the young man forward and scolded him by pointing to his nose.

"I talk as much as I fucking like. I went out with you and died two brothers. The bodies stink. You don't give me money. What do you mean..." the young man shouted with tears.

"It's not that we don't give you money. The boss hasn't finished. What can brother Shi give you money? Tell me, brother Shi doesn't fucking eat boxed lunch with us every day?" the scar man gasped and explained.

"If you don't give it, you'll have to!! what's the matter with guarding this woman here every day!!" the young man shouted, pointing to the room where Qian Rou was closed.

"Fart, how can you ask for money if you don't finish the fucking work? Did you tell me to prepare for the lying down work for half a month before work!!"

"Told me for half a month, and you didn't fucking tell me to die!"

"Five people do one, you fucking let people kill two, you fucking mean to say..." the scar man tilted his mouth and disdained his face.

"Fuck you!"

The young man clenched his teeth and punched him on the scar man's face. The scar man stepped back, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, shouted, and ran straight up with his feet.

"What the fuck are you doing?" just at this time, the middle-aged kicked over the table and shouted at the young man and the scar man.

When the young man and scar man heard the middle-aged cry, they were stunned and stood in place.

"Pa!!" the middle-aged man put his mouth on the scar man's face.

"What the fuck do I ask you? When I don't exist? What are you two doing? Fight? Why don't you fucking fight!!!" the middle-aged man stared at the beads and shouted.

The scar man covered his right face, wheezing and panting, and didn't say a word.

The middle-aged man looked back and forth at the two men, then took out three or four thousand yuan from the bag and threw it into the young man's hand. After the young man took the money, he looked at the middle-aged man and didn't know what to say.

"My money is here. If you are in a hurry, take it first..." the middle-aged man sighed and said calmly to the young man.

"Brother Shi, I don't mean you!!" the young man clutched the money in his hand, blushed and whispered back.

"I understand. I'll call and ask about the rest of the money. They all come out to do this hard-working business. Life and death follow the day. I understand your mood..." the middle-aged patted the young man on the shoulder, and then walked out of the door.

The scar man stared at the young man, and then sat on the chair angrily. He didn't know what to think.

As for the young man, he carefully put the money back in his pocket and looked at the back of the middle-aged man outside in silence.

In fact, society is like this. There may not be much happiness, gratitude and hatred and brotherhood in TV dramas now!!

Any organization, any organization, any group, the emotional bond can only be maintained by money. When you have money, you will have many brothers who take care of each other wholeheartedly.

When you have no money, you can see what the so-called brother is.

This situation may not be common in the life of ordinary people, because the friendship between ordinary people is generally not based on the economy, but the bastards are different. They only have money in their eyes and exchange their lives for money. In their eyes, the one who can still think of you when something happens is not a good brother. The one who makes money with you is a fucking good brother.

The simplest example is that many people have heard such a story. A little brother goes to jail for his big brother and a little brother blocks bullets for his big brother.

Do you think this kind of person is because of the so-called Jianghu loyalty?? Is it because of the so-called brotherhood??

Ninety percent will shake their heads because of what?

Because the big brother will help the little brother arrange everything. After the little brother comes out, the big brother will give him a bright future!!

That's the fucking main reason!!

To put it bluntly, is it still because of money??

Brother, if you're poor, who the fuck can go to jail for him?? Stop the gun for him??

Of course, what I said is not absolute. Some people have loyalty and don't look at money, but there are really too few such people!

Why less?

First of all, society is changing, and feelings are becoming more and more worthless. Secondly, the industry of bastards is too special. They are suspicious by nature, and the trust between people is too fragile. Only the money they get is the most reassuring for them.

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About ten minutes later, a thief in his twenties came in with a few bottles of beer and boxes of lunch.

"Brother Shi, have a meal?" the boy hummed a little song and looked at the middle-aged man with a smile and asked.

"I won't eat, let them eat first!" the middle-aged man replied expressionless.

"OK!" the boy nodded and walked into the warehouse.

"Brother scar's rice is coming!!" the boy reached out and handed scar man a box of rice.

"Go away, I don't fucking eat..."

The scar man scolded with a big mouth.

"Do you want to eat?" the thief was stunned, turned to the young man and asked.

"I don't eat either..." the young man waved his hand impatiently.

"Grass, why don't you fucking eat it? I'll eat it myself if you don't eat it!!" the boy muttered, then squatted in the corner with a box of lunch and began to pick it up.

"After you finish eating, send a box to the woman in the house..." at this time, the middle-aged man walked up to the boy and whispered.

"OK! I'll go!!" the boy waved his chopsticks quickly, then wiped the oil on his mouth, carrying a box of lunch into the room where Qian Rou was closed.

"Pa!!" the boy pressed the switch and the dark room lit up instantly.

"Ah!!" Qian Rou, hiding in the corner of the wall, was so shaken by the light that she instinctively shouted.

"Don't fucking shout, come and have dinner!!" the boy threw down his lunch box and shouted irritably.