Chapter 213 What’s wrong with being a dog?
My parents named me Xiang Ergou. I don’t like this name.
Because I heard my boss tell me that a dog travels a thousand miles to eat shit, and a wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat.
So I changed my name to Wolf.
The boss praised me for my ambition and asked me if I would like to collect accounts for the company. I agreed.
In one month, I collected 17 debts for the company in just one month, three of which were bad debts that others could not collect.
Since then, no one calls me by my name anymore, everyone respectfully calls me "Brother Wolf".
I moved out of that shabby house where my father died and moved into a big house.
The house was paid by the debtor to the company. I took it back, along with a man's body and a dying woman.
Collecting debts and building walls are the jobs I do most for my boss. I also get a lot of money and get a lot of happiness.
During that time, I was the happiest time in my life. I felt that I had found the meaning of life.
Until one day, I went to collect debts on behalf of my boss. The debtor was a sick old man who looked like he was going to die soon.
No matter how I forced him, he was unwilling to pay back the money. I smashed his limbs one by one and built them into the wall, but he just screamed in pain and refused to give me anything.
I didn’t understand how his bones could be so hard, so I broke all the bones in his body and built them into the wall.
That was the first time I failed to collect a debt. It seemed to be a warning of some kind of fate, and one after another bad things happened.
The boss's martial arts training went awry and he transformed into a terrifying monster, killing everyone he saw in the company.
Then, the company was surrounded by the company, led by an extremely ferocious woman. She stabbed the boss's head with a single kick like a scorpion's tail, and also kicked a wall to pieces.
Many corpses mingled together rolled out of the wall. The scene at that moment was extremely beautiful.
I was imprisoned. I should have been sentenced to death, but I used the house in my name to make a deal with the judge. I was imprisoned in the second prison and became a light criminal.
Everything was fine in the beginning. The prison was responsible for food and housing, and I even became the cell leader.
However, the good times did not last long, and the management of the prison gradually became harsh. They even began to charge us for room and board and required us to pay weekly.
The prisoners naturally refused to agree and broke out several riots. Then in those days, the blood in the corridor could not be washed away with a mop.
Then, a construction team came into the prison and renovated the entire prison. The walls were repainted white, the corridors were filled with probes, and isolation was set up between prison areas. The door is heavily guarded.
Moreover, a crematorium was built in the prison. For a period of time, the crematorium was in continuous operation every day.
I have carried corpses to the crematorium several times. Based on my many years of experience in building walls, I found that the wall behind the crematorium is particularly strong.
I suspect that there is an ulterior secret hidden in that wall, but I have never told anyone, it is a secret hidden deep in my heart.
After that, not long after, no prisoner in the prison dared not to pay.
But after paying the food fee, the quality of the food in the prison plummeted, and every meal was sticky.
It’s like pig feed, it has no taste, and after eating it, the energy and blood all over the body will become extremely sluggish, as if all the bones in the body are put in heavy shackles, and it is difficult to resist the prison guards waving at them. The electric baton was smashed down.
I knew what the prison was planning, but facing the black holes of gun muzzles on the high wall, I had no choice but to succumb and eat the sticky goo.
Because if you don’t eat, you will really starve to death.
That day, I felt like I was eating shit, and I realized that I had changed from a wolf back to a dog. Days passed day by day, and when I was still three months away from being released from prison, the prison changed its warden and instituted a strange thing called "final elimination system".
That day, the prison guards were like crazy, waving electric batons, and brutally beat to death a prisoner who didn't pay enough in front of me.
I witnessed those bloodthirsty prison guards, and their figures swayed in my mind, just like the crazy me I once was.
But now, I am the one being collected.
But it doesn’t matter, I still have money outside. That money is enough for me to survive the remaining three months, and there is still enough left for me to regroup and make a comeback after I go out.
At that time, I can open my own mortgage company and be the boss. I can use the advanced debt collection skills I learned from the second prison to beat my peers outside, and then make the company bigger step by step. Be stronger.
Just when I was planning and looking forward to a bright future after being released from prison, two prison guards on night shift interrupted my sweet dream and persuaded my stupid inmates with little money with their eloquent words. them.
Refuse to pay?
Are you kidding me?
If the debt collector cannot collect the money, then he has no choice but to accept his life!
I will not be stupid and use my own bones to confront the electric baton at this juncture when I will be released from prison soon.
But I still pretended to agree to the two guards, because every one of the prisoners in my room had their brains congested by the words of the new and good guard.
Although he often has a gentle smile on his face and speaks politely and reasonably, I can feel that there is terrible malice hidden behind that smile.
The way he looked at us was like looking at toys. The hidden indifference and cruelty were even more terrifying than when I built those people into the wall.
After all, my original intention was just to get their money, and what this prison guard named Feng Mu only wanted was our lives. No, no, he wanted to sell our lives. Good price.
I will not be fooled by him.
So, during the day, the prison guard who came to collect the bill waved the electric baton with a ruthless expression, knocking three prisoners to the ground one after another, and fell into a pool of blood.
Then he raised the electric baton again and approached me with a grin. When the electric baton hit me, I immediately fell to the ground on all fours, with a frightened and flattering face like a dog.
I only received a slight stick, but my scream was more heartbreaking than anyone else's.
The prison guard laughed, and I grinned too. I took the phone from the prison guard and contacted the woman outside who was tamed by me like a dog. On the other end of the phone, she obeyed my instructions and handed over the money. The money was transferred to the account provided by the prison guard in full.
My surrender, like an invisible pressure, spread to the hearts of every prisoner. They all lost the courage to resist and obediently handed over double the amount of money before.
I looked at them as if they were mourning for their heirs, staring at me listlessly, with expressions that they dared to be angry but dared not speak.
I pursed my lips contemptuously, and after the prison guards left, I said to them:
"Look at what I'm doing. Are you really stupid? Are you really going to use your bones to resist the electric batons? Please, I'm saving everyone's lives."
At this moment, I really felt that I had saved them, at least Save their lives for a week.
And I have lived for thirty-three years. Suddenly, I suddenly realized a truth:
Wolves travel thousands of miles to eat meat, but they will be killed; dogs travel thousands of miles to eat meat. Shit, but still alive.
So, what’s wrong with being a dog? Who would be such a fool to go crazy and want to be a wolf? Haha——, it’s simply stupid.
Um.
There is nothing wrong with the name my parents gave me. I like my name.
My name is Xiang Ergou, a dog’s dog!
In the middle, there is a scene about killing people and building a wall. It contains more than 200 words and was reviewed and deleted. . . . . Let’s figure it out for ourselves
(End of this chapter)