Human ladder

It was mid-winter, and it was freezing cold in North China. People on the street were in a hurry, shrugging their shoulders and moving forward timidly.

The semester is at the end of the semester, all high schools are coming to an end, and the restless period of the students is coming, and the teachers of the school are frantically producing all kinds of perverted papers to keep them safe.

The countdown clock hanging above their heads moved back one notch.

There was a muffled sound in the back alley of the school—a teenage boy rolled out from the back alley. Before the boy could lie down on the ground, he was picked up again by two hands and dragged in again.

The young man was beaten unconscious, and now he is like a marionette at the mercy of others. He opened his eyes with difficulty, and said in a choked voice, "I... I was wrong..."

"Oh? What's wrong?"

The person who was pulling his collar lifted him up to the person who was speaking, and then threw him at the person's feet like he was throwing trash.

"Those girls contacted us by themselves..."

He lay at the man's feet, not knowing how to annoy Wen Yan. Thinking of this, he became even more aggrieved and began to cry: "We are just..."

Wen Yan squatted down, clutching his pockets with both hands: "You guys said that it can improve memory?"

"..."

"Why is it not for sale, brother Wen..."

Wen Yan couldn't bear to listen, an unknown fire rose in his chest, and he sneered in anger: "These nerds want their mother to soar into the sky, don't they want to go crazy?"

The little brother next to him leaned over and waited to hit him again, but Wen Yan raised his hand to stop him, and said impatiently: "Did I tell you that every month, the people who sell must be the people I designate for you? Who Let you take the initiative to go fishing?!"

Everyone around him felt that Wen Yan was so angry for no reason this time, they looked at each other, and stood behind Wen Yan to listen to the training.

Wen Yan got up upset, kicked the man as if to vent his anger, let out a breath of steam, and turned to leave.

"Brother Wen, Brother Ming told you to go to the monster when you have time. He has something to tell you."

Wen Yan stood still and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter? Isn't it the end of the month?"

After getting in touch, Wen Yan found that Mingxun had a mature and even disciplined 'team', integrated customer sales and sales, and even had to hand over a sufficient number of people every month. These customers are generally stable and long-term relationships. It must be enough to know the bottom line.

But in order to ensure sales, the people under him have to check their performance every month.

He knew that some people would reach out to his restricted area without hesitation. Since meeting Jin Shuo that day, Wen Yan didn't worry much about the "source of customers". Jin Shuo would appoint some people to him regularly.

These people include unemployed vagrants who have long been skinny after taking drugs, princesses in bars, and well-dressed white-collar workers who use this to relieve stress.

People of all colors, when Wen Yan handed them things, said that it was impossible without any psychological burden.

He was already prepared to pay the price for this in his heart, but he was more anxious than anyone else looking forward to the arrival of that day—the big deal...

Wen Yan thought of Lu Congqi at this moment, paused, and suddenly thought really troubled, what's the big deal?

Is it a big deal to give way to becoming a widow?

Didn't you make a big deal out of it and die with them?

"We don't know too much, but it's just a problem with the venues of those nightclubs and bars."

Wen Yan nodded knowingly, "Ah~", and said to them, "Then let's go."

He followed behind, and while these people were not paying attention, he sent a text message to Jin Shuo: Those students who bought guns are from No. [-] Middle School, go and have a look.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Wen Yan raised his head, held up his mobile phone and said nonchalantly, "Oh, let someone set up a cover."

Although these people are all headed by Wen Yan, they may not be sincere, and they stare at Wen Yan all the time.

Wen Yan followed unhurriedly, and glanced at the school gate across the road, thinking a little about the person in the school.

Wen Yan stopped in front of a clubhouse according to the position posted, put his feet on the ground, took off his helmet, looked up at the name of the clubhouse, and asked the people behind him: "Here?"

Those people obviously came to such a high-end place for the first time. They nodded, knowing that there was nothing wrong with them, and said as if they had completed the task: "Brother Wen, if there is nothing wrong, the brothers will leave."

Wen Yan sent them away and called Jin Shuo avoiding surveillance: "Old Jin, do you understand the Huangye Club?"

Jin Shuo was caught off guard by his text message, and was really angry: "Didn't you be allowed to sell it casually?! Wen Yan, are you fucking dead?! Do you still have eyes for..." Suddenly After reacting to something, Jin Shuo asked slowly, "What are you talking about? The Royal Night Club?"

Wen Yan put the phone close to his ear expressionlessly: "Yes."

"Did Mingxun ask you to sell it?"

Wen Yan: "??? What did you say?"

Jin Shuo's tone was serious, not like he was joking.

Wen Yan twitched the corner of his mouth like a toothache, and said with difficulty: "Where is this?"

"Emperor's Night Club is a private place with a membership system. It's useless to swipe your face. You must be introduced by a member. Mingxun let you go?"

Many high-end mansions implement a membership system, and it is basically not easy to come in without the recommendation of acquaintances, Wen Yan understands.

He passed the monitoring and was not in a hurry to go in. Instead, he asked Ming Xun, "What about you?"

"If you do, I'll make a call."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yan waited at the door for a while, and then a young man in formal attire came out from the clubhouse. He looked upright and walked in front of Wen Yan calmly.

Wen Yan saw the person who came, and then Jin Shuo sent a text message: The member was purchased temporarily for 30, and the person is not trustworthy, so you should be careful.

Wen Yan tripped over his heel, seeing the person bowing politely to him, he felt a pain in his back for a while.

He was very politely invited to the upstairs club, but before he arrived, when he was stepping on the carpeted steps, he heard that the atmosphere upstairs was not very harmonious, Wen Yan rushed to the girl who led the way and hissed Chasing away the guides, he himself kept an eye out, wanting to know what they would discuss behind his back:

"Don't worry about where my goods come from, what? You think you have that ability?"

Mingxun's tone was obviously impatient: "Why do you have the things that circulate in the 'Haishi'?"

The man's tone became more complacent, and his voice was drawn out a bit: "Ming Xun, don't think that when you became Fu Banghe back then, you covered the sky with one hand in Haishi."

!!!

Wen Yan subconsciously grasped the handrail of the stairs, and hurriedly prepared to find the recording on the phone.

The conversation between the two sides didn't stop, someone should have got up and walked around, and then he heard Ming Xun holding back his anger and said, "There is no market for them to sell? What do they rely on? Relying on that ruined place in the backcountry and full of gunfire?" ?!"

"Pasha's fucking dead! Who else is there?"

"..."

In the silence of 12, the man's voice was calm, and he even said mockingly: "That Chinese woman of his back then gave birth to a child."

Ming Xun was struck by lightning, followed by an unbearable commotion.

"What? You want to kill me now? Don't you want to know Diao Qianwei's whereabouts?"

The audio recorded in Wen Yan's hand fluctuated and calmed down for a while, Ming Xun obviously controlled his emotions, lowered his voice and said to the man: "Wu Xiu, you really feel that you have robbed me of those places, and you can use them with your own hands. Overshadowed?"

The man named Wu Xiu stretched himself on the sofa, and seeing that the situation was under his control, he said lazily, "It's normal for a country to change hands and dynasties to change..."

Ming Xun wanted to say more, but those with insight saw that the two sides were still at a stalemate, so they interrupted: "Boss, Wen Yan should have come over."

Ming Xun glanced at the mobile phone handed over by his subordinates, raised his breath and connected the phone: "Are you there? I'll ask my subordinates to pick you up."

Wen Yan should have smiled at the other end: "I was trying to trouble Brother Ming, but the people here saw my face and wouldn't let me in."

Ming Xun walked to the window, pulled the red velvet curtains, and saw Wen Yan leaning against the car through the window, looking at something with the phone in his left hand.

He looked around vigilantly, and found that there was no one following him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and under the glass eyes were his pupils that had restrained his emotions and seemed a little alienated and indifferent.

Ming Xun adjusted his glasses, smiled, and said relaxedly: "It's because I didn't think carefully, so you can come in directly."

Wen Yanruo raised his head with feeling, stood outside and glanced at the magnificently decorated mansion in front of him, he smiled at a certain window upstairs: "Okay."

Then while tearing Jin Shuo's business card in his hand, he walked in as if he was here for the first time.

When he came to the upstairs club, what he saw was a stalemate but clearly under control.

Wen Yan paid a little attention to the person sitting next to Ming Xun. It should be because of the quarrel just now. When this person's eyes swept over, there was still lingering anger. He was also a young man, and he didn't look far. Li, glanced at him, and said to Ming Xun: "Why did you let a hairless boy come over? What, this is your illegitimate child?"

As soon as Wen Yan heard this voice, he knew that this person was Wu Xiu. Although he paid attention, he didn't show politeness to him. He just walked up to Ming Xun and asked, "You looking for me?"

"It's nothing, I just want you to come over and recognize someone. This is Wuxiu. Everyone calls him Yixiu."

Only then did Wen Yan turn around, and said respectfully, "Brother Wu is good."

He listened to half of the conversation between Wu Xiu and Ming Xun, and he probably knew the interests of the two of them, and he was still in doubt, not to mention trying his best to suppress his emotions at this moment, and pretending to be false with these people.

Wen Yan just wanted to leave quickly, if Meng Shi hadn't arrested these people, if he hadn't taken a gun and killed them as soon as possible.

There was a storm in his mind, which overwhelmed his rationality layer by layer, and the buzzing sound of electricity kept coming from his ears. He saw Wu Xiu and Ming Xun sitting on the sofa in front of him, holding a glass of red wine, drinking high-end alcohol. Precious cigars, chatting about life and death of other people who don't matter, earn money from dirty and lowly people.

Wen Yan's feet felt weak, and he questioned in his heart: Why are these people still alive?How can you still live in such a decent way?

He didn't have any sharp weapon in his hand, and the mobile phone was temporarily kept by Ming Xun's men.

……

"Wen Yan? Wen Yan?"

Wen Yan's eyes fell to the ground, and he looked at Ming Xun who called him: "Well, what is it?"

"Since I saw you today," Ming Xun didn't seem to notice that something was wrong with Wen Yan. He walked up to Wen Yan, leaned closer and said, "Since I called Brother Wu today, I will remember it later. It should be Brother Wu's territory. We don't want it." Touch, understand?"

Wu Xiu patted the table and scolded: "Ming Xun, what do you mean?"

Ming Xun bent down slightly, stared at Wen Yan's eyes through a pair of exquisite glasses, and smiled indifferently, making it obvious that he was being polite.

Wen Yan didn't care about Wu Xiu's dog jumping over the wall, looking straight into Ming Xun's eyes: "Understood."

When Ming Xun heard the satisfactory answer, his expression was as if showing how obedient his tame dog was to the guests. After the show was over, he put away the pressure all over his body, hooked the corners of his mouth, and smiled a little: "It's not interesting. , it's getting late, so I won't send it off."

Seeing that Ming Xun turned his back on him, Wu Xiu blushed angrily but had nothing to do with Ming Xun. He pointed at Ming Xun and didn't scold him for a long time, so he could only leave angrily.

All of a sudden, only a few of Ming Xun's confidants and Wen Yan remained on the second floor.

Ming Xun walked up to the glass of the leftover red wine alone, picked up the glass and shook the liquid in it, the red wine was bright in color, staining his complexion scarlet, but Ming Xun's voice always had a bewitching tone Patience: "It's a pity."

Ming Xun glanced at Wen Yan standing there motionless through the glass, and smiled tolerantly: "Do you really understand what I just said?"

Wen Yan raised his eyebrows: "Take his territory?"

Ming Xun glanced at Wen Yan unexpectedly, as if he didn't expect Wen Yan to say so: "You've already said that, it's a pity not to let you watch some scenes to practice."

Wen Yan's heart moved, he raised his eyes to look at Ming Xun, and tried to speak: "Does he have a grudge against you?"

Ming Xun put down his cup, and his tone became calm: "No enmity, it's just blocking the way."

"Well, then I'm leaving."

Ming Xun watched Wen Yan go downstairs, took off his glasses and looked tired.

He lost all interest in this, and poured all the red wine on the table on the carpet, then wiped his hands, and said to his confidant next to him: "Do you know what the end result is when a dog bites a dog?"

The confidant shook his head.

Ming Xun didn't intend to listen to his answer anyway: "No one can live."