Chapter 114
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The train is bumping on the track, and I look out of the window at the fields, trees and hills on both sides, all speeding back and forth.
It is a little stuffy in the carriage, especially the two men sitting opposite me. One of them simply takes off his shoes, barefoot and folds his legs across the seat. The air smells bad. This fellow holds the newspaper in one hand, picks his toes in the other, and from time to time reaches for a cup of tea and drinks a sip with the picking hand.
Dorra leans on me, a disgusting expression, eyes staring opposite the person several times, and finally despised closes her eyes.I've been looking out the window all the time.
The sun is setting, and the shadow of the last sunset outside is on my face. I pull the curtain up at random. Then a dining car is pushing by and I stop it and buy a bottle of water. The price is twice as high as usual.
I wake Dorra up and ask her to have some bread with water.
She looks funny now. Before boarding the train, I dragged her to cut the long hair off in a small barber shop. Now it's short and looks like a boy. The girl was a little reluctant. She kept muttering her mouth for half a day.
But it must be admitted that after cut her hair, changed a new clothe, at a glance, her appearance really changes completely. This is a good way to hide.
I've been wearing that cap and a dirty coat. I haven't shaved my chin for two days. I know that I must look very haggard and bearded now. I'm sitting on the hard seat of this train, numb buttocks, can only eat bread with cold water.
We were on this train at noon today. The destination is GZ city.
In the morning phone call, that guy briefly told me that let me find a way to get to GZ city within two days, and he'll have a way to help us getting away.
He spoke so simply that I didn't even understand what he meant of "getting away". Find a way to help us escape to somewhere?
Anyway, I don't expect Juan's ability to make it done.
He spoke fast and the phone was hanging up fast too. I couldn't even ask a question. I could only laugh bitterly. He's so sure that I'll be able to get to the GZ City safe? But on the other hand, I have no other option.
The train is still bumping. We are on a slow train with the green carriages. In the hard-seat carriage, there are many people who bought stand tickets on the aisle. There are some people can not stand and carry their luggages to sit at the door of the carriage.
In the night, the lights in the train carriage go out. The train won't arrive until tomorrow morning. I feel my body is bumping with the train and my heart is somewhat confused about the unknown future. I've been thinking too much these two days, and I don't want to keep thinking about the problems that make me feel headache.
I give a gentle push to Dorra, who was napping next to me. She opens her eyes with drowsy eyes. I whisper to her, "I go to smoke. You look at the seat and the luggage." Then I get up and walk through the crowded corridor. I dare not go far, just stand at the junction between the two carriages and take out a cigarette from my pocket.
There are also some smokers standing here. They are from everywhere. I can see from the brands of their cigarettes.
"Brother, out from the army?" As soon as I take out a cigarette and light, someone chats up with me. I look at him. A young man, in his thirties, is very attractive, very indecent. And I always think his eyes are a little wrong. He's pointing to the cigarette box in my hand.
It's the last pack of the cigarette which Tommy gave me.
The man leans up with a low-browed smile and an unlighted cigarette on his mouth.
"Brother, lend me a fire."
I glance at him and throw him a lighter.
The guy takes a sip after he lights it. Seeing how intoxicate he is by smoking. I almost think in a trance that he is smoking drugs instead of cigarettes.
I don't know why, but it feels like he's looking at me in a very frivolous way, like a peddler who stops pedestrians from selling pirated pornographic DVDs on the road.
"What are you looking for?" I frown and say, "I don't want anything!"
"Nothing!" The man is smiling, furtively looks around and lowers his voice. "Bro, are you down south looking for a job?"
I'm silent. When he sees me not answering, he simply walks up to me and leans against the wall to talk to me: "Where are you going?"
"GZ City." I answer briefly, in a tone and expression showing that I'm not interested in talking to him.
But this fellow doesn't care about my indifference at all. He immediately smiles affectionately and says, "I'm going there too! Bro, what are you doing there? Work or do business?" I only said one word, but he's immediately catching up.
I don't anwser, just raise my eyelids and look at him coldly.
He shrinks slightly from the prick in my eyes, but then he looks at me again with a smiling face: "Bro, don't be so vigilant, I'm not a bad man."
Then he pulles out a business card and give it to me: "This is my phone number, just in GZ City, are you interesting in earning a lot of money and nor work too hard? I'm not an intermediary! How do you think? I do have a good job there, you have to believe me! Just go with me! I will not charge you a penny!"
I look at him very carefully --- admittedly, he belongs to the type who the more looks, the more trivial he becomes. The cheapness on his face makes people want to beat him.
I take the business card and look at it. It's done quite delicately. But that gold-stamped font is a bit vulgar. The company name is two large words. The following is his title: Sales consultant.
I'm stunned.
"We Can!" He smiles, "In short: WC company!" He says solemnly.
"Oh ... WC Company ... What kind of business do you do? It's not selling toilet supplies, is it? "I'm really amused.
Is there something wrong with the owner's head of such a company?
"Of course not!" He says seriously, "Our company has a good reputation, a huge sales network, registered in the Virgin Islands, enjoys all the preferential policies of foreign enterprises in the country, and has the best and most reasonable incentive mechanism and promotion mechanism!"
From the mouth of such a fellow dresses like a migrant worker, I suddenly utter such a set of very white-collar words. I'm really stunned.
"Bro, I think you're very smart. Now there's a way to make money. Our company is now recruiting sales. Are you interested? Make more money, invest less, and get higher returns!"
I laugh. This guy looks just like a exactly liar.
I shake my head. "I'm not interested." Then I turn back to leave, he stops me: "Don't hurry, I'm not a bad man! Really!"
Then he sneaks around and take out a small, colorful bag. As if only the size of the bandage, puts it in front of me: "Our company sells this stuff."
I look up and down carefully for several times before I finally make sure that this is the most familiar thing to me.
A condom!
"This…"
"This is our company's main product!" The obscene man says softly in his voice, "Every sells for ten dollars! Every time you sell one, you get a dollar's income."
"Wait! Ten dollars? Come on, Durex in the store is only sixteen dollars for a box! A box with five! Ten dollars for one in your side?"
"Of course." The obscene man laughs very kindly, "Everyone who joins the company has this question, and I can tell you frankly that a condom is really not worth so much money. But we are not just selling such a condom, but membership! If you buy 100 condoms, you can become a bronze member of WC company! You buy 300, you can become a silver member! You buy 500, you can become a crystal member! If you buy 1000, you can become a diamond member! Every time you reach a level, you can enjoy the level of equality! For example, I am a crystal member, so I can enjoy the treatment of the crystal membership! Every month I can get a variety of domestic magazines provided by the company through special channels! There are legitimate editions and so on. Of course, this is only the crystal level! The diamond level is the top honorable enjoyment! Not only is there a monthly free magazine, electronic entertainment, but also a ten-day Japanese AV tour every year! Company can take you to see the real shooting scene of AV, and even experience it for yourself."
I'm a little tired and stop him saying, "Why do I buy so many condoms? Am I sick?"
"Well, it's not asking you to buy it yourself. I mean. You buy it from here and sell it to someone else. You sell to others, and others sell to others. These sales are calculated under your name. This is called development offline! You have developed offline, offline and then offline. You can count on it. You sell it to three people. That's the pyramid theory! The world's most scientific economic theory! If you go down one layer at a time like this, you can figure it out for yourselves! How much money can you make?"
Develop offline... Pyramid theory...
I see. I've met a cheater of pyramid marketing!
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The train is bumping on the track, and I look out of the window at the fields, trees and hills on both sides, all speeding back and forth.
It is a little stuffy in the carriage, especially the two men sitting opposite me. One of them simply takes off his shoes, barefoot and folds his legs across the seat. The air smells bad. This fellow holds the newspaper in one hand, picks his toes in the other, and from time to time reaches for a cup of tea and drinks a sip with the picking hand.
Dorra leans on me, a disgusting expression, eyes staring opposite the person several times, and finally despised closes her eyes.I've been looking out the window all the time.
The sun is setting, and the shadow of the last sunset outside is on my face. I pull the curtain up at random. Then a dining car is pushing by and I stop it and buy a bottle of water. The price is twice as high as usual.
I wake Dorra up and ask her to have some bread with water.
She looks funny now. Before boarding the train, I dragged her to cut the long hair off in a small barber shop. Now it's short and looks like a boy. The girl was a little reluctant. She kept muttering her mouth for half a day.
But it must be admitted that after cut her hair, changed a new clothe, at a glance, her appearance really changes completely. This is a good way to hide.
I've been wearing that cap and a dirty coat. I haven't shaved my chin for two days. I know that I must look very haggard and bearded now. I'm sitting on the hard seat of this train, numb buttocks, can only eat bread with cold water.
We were on this train at noon today. The destination is GZ city.
In the morning phone call, that guy briefly told me that let me find a way to get to GZ city within two days, and he'll have a way to help us getting away.
He spoke so simply that I didn't even understand what he meant of "getting away". Find a way to help us escape to somewhere?
Anyway, I don't expect Juan's ability to make it done.
He spoke fast and the phone was hanging up fast too. I couldn't even ask a question. I could only laugh bitterly. He's so sure that I'll be able to get to the GZ City safe? But on the other hand, I have no other option.
The train is still bumping. We are on a slow train with the green carriages. In the hard-seat carriage, there are many people who bought stand tickets on the aisle. There are some people can not stand and carry their luggages to sit at the door of the carriage.
In the night, the lights in the train carriage go out. The train won't arrive until tomorrow morning. I feel my body is bumping with the train and my heart is somewhat confused about the unknown future. I've been thinking too much these two days, and I don't want to keep thinking about the problems that make me feel headache.
I give a gentle push to Dorra, who was napping next to me. She opens her eyes with drowsy eyes. I whisper to her, "I go to smoke. You look at the seat and the luggage." Then I get up and walk through the crowded corridor. I dare not go far, just stand at the junction between the two carriages and take out a cigarette from my pocket.
There are also some smokers standing here. They are from everywhere. I can see from the brands of their cigarettes.
"Brother, out from the army?" As soon as I take out a cigarette and light, someone chats up with me. I look at him. A young man, in his thirties, is very attractive, very indecent. And I always think his eyes are a little wrong. He's pointing to the cigarette box in my hand.
It's the last pack of the cigarette which Tommy gave me.
The man leans up with a low-browed smile and an unlighted cigarette on his mouth.
"Brother, lend me a fire."
I glance at him and throw him a lighter.
The guy takes a sip after he lights it. Seeing how intoxicate he is by smoking. I almost think in a trance that he is smoking drugs instead of cigarettes.
I don't know why, but it feels like he's looking at me in a very frivolous way, like a peddler who stops pedestrians from selling pirated pornographic DVDs on the road.
"What are you looking for?" I frown and say, "I don't want anything!"
"Nothing!" The man is smiling, furtively looks around and lowers his voice. "Bro, are you down south looking for a job?"
I'm silent. When he sees me not answering, he simply walks up to me and leans against the wall to talk to me: "Where are you going?"
"GZ City." I answer briefly, in a tone and expression showing that I'm not interested in talking to him.
But this fellow doesn't care about my indifference at all. He immediately smiles affectionately and says, "I'm going there too! Bro, what are you doing there? Work or do business?" I only said one word, but he's immediately catching up.
I don't anwser, just raise my eyelids and look at him coldly.
He shrinks slightly from the prick in my eyes, but then he looks at me again with a smiling face: "Bro, don't be so vigilant, I'm not a bad man."
Then he pulles out a business card and give it to me: "This is my phone number, just in GZ City, are you interesting in earning a lot of money and nor work too hard? I'm not an intermediary! How do you think? I do have a good job there, you have to believe me! Just go with me! I will not charge you a penny!"
I look at him very carefully --- admittedly, he belongs to the type who the more looks, the more trivial he becomes. The cheapness on his face makes people want to beat him.
I take the business card and look at it. It's done quite delicately. But that gold-stamped font is a bit vulgar. The company name is two large words. The following is his title: Sales consultant.
I'm stunned.
"We Can!" He smiles, "In short: WC company!" He says solemnly.
"Oh ... WC Company ... What kind of business do you do? It's not selling toilet supplies, is it? "I'm really amused.
Is there something wrong with the owner's head of such a company?
"Of course not!" He says seriously, "Our company has a good reputation, a huge sales network, registered in the Virgin Islands, enjoys all the preferential policies of foreign enterprises in the country, and has the best and most reasonable incentive mechanism and promotion mechanism!"
From the mouth of such a fellow dresses like a migrant worker, I suddenly utter such a set of very white-collar words. I'm really stunned.
"Bro, I think you're very smart. Now there's a way to make money. Our company is now recruiting sales. Are you interested? Make more money, invest less, and get higher returns!"
I laugh. This guy looks just like a exactly liar.
I shake my head. "I'm not interested." Then I turn back to leave, he stops me: "Don't hurry, I'm not a bad man! Really!"
Then he sneaks around and take out a small, colorful bag. As if only the size of the bandage, puts it in front of me: "Our company sells this stuff."
I look up and down carefully for several times before I finally make sure that this is the most familiar thing to me.
A condom!
"This…"
"This is our company's main product!" The obscene man says softly in his voice, "Every sells for ten dollars! Every time you sell one, you get a dollar's income."
"Wait! Ten dollars? Come on, Durex in the store is only sixteen dollars for a box! A box with five! Ten dollars for one in your side?"
"Of course." The obscene man laughs very kindly, "Everyone who joins the company has this question, and I can tell you frankly that a condom is really not worth so much money. But we are not just selling such a condom, but membership! If you buy 100 condoms, you can become a bronze member of WC company! You buy 300, you can become a silver member! You buy 500, you can become a crystal member! If you buy 1000, you can become a diamond member! Every time you reach a level, you can enjoy the level of equality! For example, I am a crystal member, so I can enjoy the treatment of the crystal membership! Every month I can get a variety of domestic magazines provided by the company through special channels! There are legitimate editions and so on. Of course, this is only the crystal level! The diamond level is the top honorable enjoyment! Not only is there a monthly free magazine, electronic entertainment, but also a ten-day Japanese AV tour every year! Company can take you to see the real shooting scene of AV, and even experience it for yourself."
I'm a little tired and stop him saying, "Why do I buy so many condoms? Am I sick?"
"Well, it's not asking you to buy it yourself. I mean. You buy it from here and sell it to someone else. You sell to others, and others sell to others. These sales are calculated under your name. This is called development offline! You have developed offline, offline and then offline. You can count on it. You sell it to three people. That's the pyramid theory! The world's most scientific economic theory! If you go down one layer at a time like this, you can figure it out for yourselves! How much money can you make?"
Develop offline... Pyramid theory...
I see. I've met a cheater of pyramid marketing!
The train is bumping on the track, and I look out of the window at the fields, trees and hills on both sides, all speeding back and forth.It is a little stuffy in the carriage, especially the two men sitting opposite me. One of them simply takes off his shoes, barefoot and folds his legs across the seat. The air smells bad. This fellow holds the newspaper in one hand, picks his toes in the other, and from time to time reaches for a cup of tea and drinks a sip with the picking hand.Dorra leans on me, a disgusting expression, eyes staring opposite the person several times, and finally despised closes her eyes.I've been looking out the window all the time.The sun is setting, and the shadow of the last sunset outside is on my face. I pull the curtain up at random. Then a dining car is pushing by and I stop it and buy a bottle of water. The price is twice as high as usual.I wake Dorra up and ask her to have some bread with water.She looks funny now. Before boarding the train, I dragged her to cut the long hair off in a small barber shop. Now it's short and looks like a boy. The girl was a little reluctant. She kept muttering her mouth for half a day.But it must be admitted that after cut her hair, changed a new clothe, at a glance, her appearance really changes completely. This is a good way to hide.I've been wearing that cap and a dirty coat. I haven't shaved my chin for two days. I know that I must look very haggard and bearded now. I'm sitting on the hard seat of this train, numb buttocks, can only eat bread with cold water.We were on this train at noon today. The destination is GZ city.In the morning phone call, that guy briefly told me that let me find a way to get to GZ city within two days, and he'll have a way to help us getting away.He spoke so simply that I didn't even understand what he meant of "getting away". Find a way to help us escape to somewhere?Anyway, I don't expect Juan's ability to make it done.He spoke fast and the phone was hanging up fast too. I couldn't even ask a question. I could only laugh bitterly. He's so sure that I'll be able to get to the GZ City safe? But on the other hand, I have no other option.The train is still bumping. We are on a slow train with the green carriages. In the hard-seat carriage, there are many people who bought stand tickets on the aisle. There are some people can not stand and carry their luggages to sit at the door of the carriage.In the night, the lights in the train carriage go out. The train won't arrive until tomorrow morning. I feel my body is bumping with the train and my heart is somewhat confused about the unknown future. I've been thinking too much these two days, and I don't want to keep thinking about the problems that make me feel headache.I give a gentle push to Dorra, who was napping next to me. She opens her eyes with drowsy eyes. I whisper to her, "I go to smoke. You look at the seat and the luggage." Then I get up and walk through the crowded corridor. I dare not go far, just stand at the junction between the two carriages and take out a cigarette from my pocket.There are also some smokers standing here. They are from everywhere. I can see from the brands of their cigarettes."Brother, out from the army?" As soon as I take out a cigarette and light, someone chats up with me. I look at him. A young man, in his thirties, is very attractive, very indecent. And I always think his eyes are a little wrong. He's pointing to the cigarette box in my hand.It's the last pack of the cigarette which Tommy gave me.The man leans up with a low-browed smile and an unlighted cigarette on his mouth."Brother, lend me a fire."I glance at him and throw him a lighter.The guy takes a sip after he lights it. Seeing how intoxicate he is by smoking. I almost think in a trance that he is smoking drugs instead of cigarettes.I don't know why, but it feels like he's looking at me in a very frivolous way, like a peddler who stops pedestrians from selling pirated pornographic DVDs on the road."What are you looking for?" I frown and say, "I don't want anything!""Nothing!" The man is smiling, furtively looks around and lowers his voice. "Bro, are you down south looking for a job?"I'm silent. When he sees me not answering, he simply walks up to me and leans against the wall to talk to me: "Where are you going?""GZ City." I answer briefly, in a tone and expression showing that I'm not interested in talking to him.But this fellow doesn't care about my indifference at all. He immediately smiles affectionately and says, "I'm going there too! Bro, what are you doing there? Work or do business?" I only said one word, but he's immediately catching up.I don't anwser, just raise my eyelids and look at him coldly.He shrinks slightly from the prick in my eyes, but then he looks at me again with a smiling face: "Bro, don't be so vigilant, I'm not a bad man."Then he pulles out a business card and give it to me: "This is my phone number, just in GZ City, are you interesting in earning a lot of money and nor work too hard? I'm not an intermediary! How do you think? I do have a good job there, you have to believe me! Just go with me! I will not charge you a penny!"I look at him very carefully --- admittedly, he belongs to the type who the more looks, the more trivial he becomes. The cheapness on his face makes people want to beat him.I take the business card and look at it. It's done quite delicately. But that gold-stamped font is a bit vulgar. The company name is two large words. The following is his title: Sales consultant.I'm stunned."We Can!" He smiles, "In short: WC company!" He says solemnly."Oh ... WC Company ... What kind of business do you do? It's not selling toilet supplies, is it? "I'm really amused.Is there something wrong with the owner's head of such a company?"Of course not!" He says seriously, "Our company has a good reputation, a huge sales network, registered in the Virgin Islands, enjoys all the preferential policies of foreign enterprises in the country, and has the best and most reasonable incentive mechanism and promotion mechanism!"From the mouth of such a fellow dresses like a migrant worker, I suddenly utter such a set of very white-collar words. I'm really stunned."Bro, I think you're very smart. Now there's a way to make money. Our company is now recruiting sales. Are you interested? Make more money, invest less, and get higher returns!"I laugh. This guy looks just like a exactly liar.I shake my head. "I'm not interested." Then I turn back to leave, he stops me: "Don't hurry, I'm not a bad man! Really!"Then he sneaks around and take out a small, colorful bag. As if only the size of the bandage, puts it in front of me: "Our company sells this stuff."I look up and down carefully for several times before I finally make sure that this is the most familiar thing to me.A condom!"This""This is our company's main product!" The obscene man says softly in his voice, "Every sells for ten dollars! Every time you sell one, you get a dollar's income.""Wait! Ten dollars? Come on, Durex in the store is only sixteen dollars for a box! A box with five! Ten dollars for one in your side?""Of course." The obscene man laughs very kindly, "Everyone who joins the company has this question, and I can tell you frankly that a condom is really not worth so much money. But we are not just selling such a condom, but membership! If you buy 100 condoms, you can become a bronze member of WC company! You buy 300, you can become a silver member! You buy 500, you can become a crystal member! If you buy 1000, you can become a diamond member! Every time you reach a level, you can enjoy the level of equality! For example, I am a crystal member, so I can enjoy the treatment of the crystal membership! Every month I can get a variety of domestic magazines provided by the company through special channels! There are legitimate editions and so on. Of course, this is only the crystal level! The diamond level is the top honorable enjoyment! Not only is there a monthly free magazine, electronic entertainment, but also a ten-day Japanese AV tour every year! Company can take you to see the real shooting scene of AV, and even experience it for yourself."I'm a little tired and stop him saying, "Why do I buy so many condoms? Am I sick?""Well, it's not asking you to buy it yourself. I mean. You buy it from here and sell it to someone else. You sell to others, and others sell to others. These sales are calculated under your name. This is called development offline! You have developed offline, offline and then offline. You can count on it. You sell it to three people. That's the pyramid theory! The world's most scientific economic theory! If you go down one layer at a time like this, you can figure it out for yourselves! How much money can you make?"Develop offline... Pyramid theory...I see. I've met a cheater of pyramid marketing!
