His personality is not good

Zhong Weishi sat in the back seat of the battery car, listening to Qiangzi clearly planning tomorrow's work arrangement.

"The main thing is this, let's let the girl call Ergou to go home first, then Dafei and I will squat at the door to prevent him from running away halfway, Ah Wei will be responsible for squatting on the balcony to prevent him from jumping off the building, and you will be responsible for going in and talking to others. Negotiate."

"Such as 'You have been surrounded!', 'If you don't pay back the money, your old house will be burned down!' In this way, try to be as fierce and cruel as possible, and show your aura of a gangster boss who is [-] meters. When necessary, we will Stand up and cheer for you."

"..." The whole group of people adjusted to the spectator mode for a long time, and he was the only one?

"Then why are you still standing up? Making jokes?" Zhong Weishi rolled his eyes and choked on him, it might as well just squat in the corridor and eat a boxed lunch.

Qiangzi felt that his brother Shi was very confident, "That's it, we won't talk at that time."

"..." Zhong Weishi began to regret accepting this job, "Dafei and Awei will go together, how will the money be divided? A quarter for each person?"

"I'll treat them to dinner later, hehe." Qiangzi grinned against the wind, "How can you be like them."

Zhong Weishi finally had a sliver of comfort in his heart.

After all, in this world, the strong are always alone.

Then I heard Qiangzi say solemnly: "After all, you are a person who has acted as a corpse, and you are full of artistic cells. If you can't beat the opponent, you can lie down on the ground by the way and perform a sudden death on the spot. We will use this opportunity to blackmail them." Pen!"

Zhong Weishi gritted his teeth and pronounced the word "roll" ups and downs.

The scenery along the way is constantly changing, from rows of brightly lit high-rise buildings to residential buildings with scattered walls and falling walls.

In addition to the foul smell of gutter oil, the air on the street is also mixed with the smell of rotten food, which seems to be emanating from the sewer channel that has not been cleaned for many years.

The car stopped.

"Tomorrow at noon, see you soon. I'll send you the address on WeChat later. Then you can wear a vest and give the tattoo on your chest a half-hidden effect." Qiang Zi Turn around and say.

Zhong Weishi looked at the gate of the dilapidated apartment building with a dazed expression.

It was only after Qiangzi bumped his arm that he came back to his senses, and said "Ah" endlessly, "What?"

Qiangzi repeated it again, and conveniently sent the address to his WeChat.

Qingfengyuan-Building 13-Room 701.

Zhong Weishi stared at the address on his phone, and walked slowly up the concrete steps in the corridor.

The apartment building he lives in has a total of eight floors, but there is no elevator. The whole building is designed in a concave shape. There are about ten families living on each floor. There are grandparents who have lived here for decades, but more Most of them are migrant workers like him who are helpless and cannot afford a house.

This is the oldest and most dilapidated apartment building in Yucheng, not one of them.

In the dark and narrow corridor, only the sound of his footsteps kept echoing.

The voice-activated lights in the hallway have been broken for months and no one has come to fix them.

There are no properties in this place.

Neighbors don't know each other, and it's usually 'everyone cleans the door'. No one wants to pay to fix the lights.

He is no exception.

No money.

He counted the cash in his wallet. If he paid the rent this month, there would be one thousand and two dollars left, and after all the necessary expenses, he could barely make it to the end of the month.

The main reason why he has no money is because the boy he rented with before changed jobs and quit the house, and the new tenant has not been found yet, so he now has to pay double the rent every month.

At the top of WeChat, there are dozens of unread messages in a group called 'Dream Chaser'.

In the group, there are more than 20 extras who have mixed roles in the film and television city like him. If any crew is short of people, they will notify each other in the group as soon as possible.

He joined it three years ago. At that time, there were more than 50 people in it, including men, women and children.

Huddle together to keep warm.

There are a few lucky ones who have successfully squeezed into the [-]th line to become starlets and quit the group, but most of them are eliminated by the skinny reality and go home to 'inherit the family business'.

Today there was another complaint in the group, the reason was that the crew of "The Cousin from afar Comes to the City" had agreed to give 200 yuan a day, but in the end they only paid for food.

[Nan Nan]: A box of white rice with two vegetarian dishes, don't even feed pigs, it's really disgusting.

[Sun Xiaozhou]: I won’t go to their group in the future, I’m going to kill myself, and the director’s request is too much, even saying that I didn’t feel real at all when I cheated on the corpse.I've never seen someone fake a corpse, so I don't know what a fake corpse looks like.

Followed by a series of ha ha ha ha.

Zhong Weishi smiled and said nothing.

His original purpose of joining this group was actually to pick up the loopholes, and he didn't have a heart-to-heart relationship with the people in it.

However, he hoped that the more lively the group, the better, at least he could find a sense of direction for the future.

Look.

There is a group of people, like him, who are working hard in the same direction.

This road is not alone, and some people have already succeeded.

No matter how many failed attempts, life is still full of hope...

After ten o'clock, the night enveloped the city airtightly, and there was still a lot of noise outside the apartment building.

Zhong Weishi stood in the cramped bathroom and took a shower, and through the glass window, he could see rows of supper stalls across the road.

Fried noodles, fried rice, fried rice noodles, pancakes, roast duck, oden... There is a warm yellow light hanging on each car.

From a distance, it looks like a little bit of starlight blending into the night.

He has been here for four years, and he has become accustomed to such unchanging night scenes and streets.

Noisy... yet lonely.

He is not the only lonely person.

Before going to bed, he stared at the peeling wall and prayed that everything would go well tomorrow.

The result was a nightmare.

When I woke up, I vaguely remembered the last scene in the dream.

A muscular bald hooligan roared, "Come on, fuck me!"

A dozen young and Dangerous boys in floral shirts lined up, all holding weapons in their hands, chasing after them and slashing wildly. Qiangzi was cut off with one arm and died on the spot.

Seeing the hole of the pistol facing him, he woke up with a start.

Before getting up to brush his teeth and wash his hands, he yelled at the pancake stand on the opposite road: "Aunt Song, bring me a pancake!"

"Hey~ okay~"

This place is completely different during the day and at night.

The street looked a little deserted.

Around eight o’clock, the urban management will start patrolling, and they will close the stalls when they see them. You have to pay hundreds of fines to get back the stalls, so everyone will rush to close the stalls before the urban management goes to work.

It will be 07:30, and Aunt Song's stall cart is left on the street.

I heard people say that she is a man who likes to gamble, and ran away after losing all the savings in the family, leaving Aunt Song and her two children to live nearby.

Aunt Song leaves the stall on time at six o'clock every night. After the supper time is over, she goes back to prepare things for the next morning. She doesn't even have time to sleep. She leaves the stall again at four o'clock in the morning and is busy until eight o'clock.

In this way, day after day, year after year, there is only one purpose - to support the two sons to study.

Some people's lives seem to be over before they really begin.

With such a comparison, Zhong Weishi felt that he was lucky.

He is free.

At least there is still a dream to chase.

After finishing the extra work all morning, Zhong Weishi changed into the khaki uniform of the Japanese devils and drove to Nancheng District by car.

While waiting for the bus at the platform, he ate up all the cheap lunch boxes packed by the crew.

The grandmother who was waiting for the bus couldn't help but persuade him: "Young man, it's not easy to digest if you eat like this, it will hurt your stomach."

Zhong Weishi threw away the lunch box, scratched his head, and said vaguely: "I'm used to it."

As soon as I got on the bus, the phone in my pocket started vibrating.

He found out that Qiangzi also changed the group name from 'The High and Poor Handsome People in Xicheng District' to 'Express Debt Collection Team in Xicheng District' in a serious manner.

[Huangfu]: Brother, where are you?We are in place!

Following this message is a selfie group photo, Qiangzi, Dafei and Awei, three sand sculptures standing side by side at the door of Room 701, all pointing their fingers in the direction of the house number, with exaggerated expressions, like those who escaped from a mental hospital .

He flipped through the chat history.

[Huangfu]: We must roar out in a moment, Ergou!You are surrounded!Hand over one hundred thousand!Please don't die!

[Da Fei]: At that time, he will definitely pee his pants in fright hahaha.

"..."

[Wei Shi]: Is anyone home?

[Dafei]: It seems that there is, but it seems that there is no.

[Weishi]: ...is there or is it not?

[Viagra]: We haven't knocked yet.

[Weishi]: So what are you guys doing?

[Huangfu]: We are waiting for you! ! !without you!We are like moths at night without a source of fire to fly to, like camels walking on a lonely sandbar without a source of water, and like the earth without Einstein, without a light source.

[Dafei]: Wait a minute, I remember Edison who invented the light bulb, right?

[Viagra]: What did Hawking in a wheelchair invent?

[Huangfu]: I wrote several must-recite essays, and I really hated him when I was studying.

[Viagra]: Ah, I remembered!That "Lamp" was written by him!

I can't talk today.

Zhong Weishi resisted the urge to change the group name to 'my teammate like a pig' and quit the group, and searched for the exact location of Qingfengyuan on the map.

It's okay, get off the bus and it's the neighborhood.

The rich districts are different. There is no such thing as a bus station in their slums. When he goes out to catch the bus, he feels like a melon who has to go to school in the mountains.

The first thing I do when I get home at night is to pick out the blisters on the soles of my feet under the dim light.

Unfortunately, when he reached the gate of Qingfengyuan, he realized that no matter how close the distance was, it was useless.

For a road idiot, stepping into the gate of the community is equivalent to entering a moving maze, and everywhere looks like the path he walked when he came.

Zhong Weishi dialed Qiangzi's phone for the third time: "I'm under a big tree now, where are you!?"

"Coincidentally! I'm also under a big tree!" Qiangzi was almost ecstatic, "Why didn't I see you!"

Zhong Weishi: "Take a good look at the big tree over there. Is there any unusual features? Let me think about whether I passed by just now."

Qiangzi looked up, "Damn it! I found a bird's nest here! I don't know if there are any bird eggs to dig out. If there are any, let's have an extra meal at night!"

Faced with the temptation, Zhong Weishi remained indifferent, gritted his teeth and reminded, "Qiangzi, now we must focus on the overall situation, let's put aside such trivial things as digging out the bird's eggs, and then you can describe other characteristics, or name its species. also."

Qiangzi thought for a moment: "I also found that this tree is more bald than the ones next to it."

Zhong Weishi: "..."

"I know, building 13, it's not like I haven't been here..."

Such a sentence suddenly floated by Zhong Weishi's ears, his legs froze in place, and then he turned his head motionlessly, only seeing the back of a man.

The white shirt and well-pressed trousers trimmed his figure to be shapely and slender, and the delicate belt outlined his lean waistline.

The sleeves on both sides were rolled up a little, revealing the raised wrist bones and a watch.

Zhong Weishi has dealt with the artists of the film crew all the year round, and knows a thing or two about famous watches, and he knows that they are good things just by looking at the dial design.

Under the scorching sun, the fabric of the shirt showed a little light, and the muscle lines on the man's arms were faintly visible.

"I'm not mentally retarded, how could I not find my way?"

"..."

If it wasn't for the phone in his hand, Zhong Weishi would think that this person was scolding him.

"Do you care about the food? I haven't eaten yet." The man's voice was deep and pleasant.

Zhong Weishi greeted Qiangzi on the phone, and then followed him unhurriedly.

After the man turned into Building 13, he looked back.

Their eyes met unexpectedly.

At that moment, a line chanted by the heroine during the day floated in Zhong Weishi's mind: that gentleman is so handsome, it makes one's heart flutter at a glance.

For the first time, he knew that the word Jianmei Xingmu could be used on people other than the hero of the novel.

The man's height is actually about the same as his. His short hair is pulled back meticulously, just a little taller than him. He looks clean and fresh, and his deep-set eyes are somewhat sharp.

Probably in his early 30s.

Powerful atmosphere.

Zhong Weishi watched as the man raised his index finger and touched the button.

The door opened.

The two walked into the elevator one after the other.

The man's lips moved, "Which floor?"

Zhong Weishi looked at him: "7th floor."

The man pressed "7" and stopped moving.

What a coincidence?

Zhong Weishi cast a slanting glance at him from the corner of his eye.

The man lowered his head with one hand in his pocket, and tapped the screen with his right hand.

Not Weibo, not WeChat, not games...

It's a news app.

What an old man.Zhong Weishi thought to himself.

"Ding—" As soon as the elevator rang, the man locked the screen and turned to the right.

There are two families on each floor of Qingfengyuan, the gates face each other, and there is a walkway and elevator in between.

Zhong Weishi followed the man's back and saw Da Fei and A Wei who were just talking about great men from various countries in the group just now, squatting at the door of 701 and staring at him.

"Is it him?" Zhong Weishi pointed at the man's back and asked with his mouth.

That brainless Dafei got up straight away, looked at Zhong Weishi, and almost went up to meet him, "Brother, what are you talking about? I can't hear clearly."

Zhong Weishi wanted to kill him.

It was too late to say it, but Ah Wei took a step forward, raised his hand and grabbed the wrist of the man who was about to knock on the door, with a ferocious expression: "Ergou, I have been waiting so hard for you here."

The man frowned, and wanted to withdraw his arm in astonishment, but found that the other party was holding it tightly, "You must have misunderstood the person."

"Hmph..." Ah Wei suddenly felt that his IQ had taken a qualitative leap, and he immediately saw the enemy's tricks, so he tightened his grip, "Do you think I'm such a fool? You turned into ashes I can recognize you."

While Zhong Weishi was amazed that this handsome and talented man was unwilling to be lonely and became a rich woman's plaything, he also admired Ah Wei's extraordinary on-the-spot reaction ability and script skills.

As expected of fans of revenge series.

This does not seem to be the same person as the mentally retarded person who was discussing what prose Hawking wrote in the group just now.

Zhong Weishi was full of emotions in his heart, a good man, why not be a good person?It's not that he wasn't given a chance.

Is it the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality?

In the next second, he strode forward, pushed the man against the door, and held it down firmly. On behalf of Qiangzi, who was not at the scene, he yelled out the slogan of the debt collection team in Xicheng District: "Ergou! You have been arrested!" Surrounded!"