Chapter 10 Chapter 9

On this day, Sister Lan brought two women to look for me. She said they had something to tell me. "Do I know you?" I put my feet on the table and looked at them with a frown. They all have scars on their faces, but I don't know the hell. Look at that fresh and hot scar, seems to be a recent thing? I glanced at Sister Lan, but Sister Lan was just smoking on the sidelines, as if she was completely out of it. "Brother Huoyu, my name is A Tao." The first woman felt very nervous. Yes, A Tao. "My name is Ah Ching." The second woman was almost respectful when she spoke to me.

Yes, Ah Qing. "...Well, so what can you do with me?" I shrugged. "Our two sisters wanted to join Brother Huoyu, but Sister Lan said, we have to ask you ourselves." Ah Qing looked at me, and wrinkled the corners of the clothes with her fingers. "Take care of me?" I widened my eyes and looked at Sister Lan again. This time it was Sister Lan who shrugged. "We know the rules, so I cut a knife in the face first, and hope Brother Huoyu is satisfied." A Tao kept taking deep breaths: "I wonder if Brother Huoyu can take us in?" I figured it out.Damn I've been treated so inhumanly.

The two women, or should I say the two whores, probably didn't want to endure the ridiculously high commissions and protection fees of other pimps. The big idiot mask, so he reluctantly slashed himself in the face, eager to seek refuge? Really hell, hell... now what? "Crazy." I stared at Sister Lan: "I don't know what to say, help me deal with it." "It's not me who can protect them, it's your decision whether to cover them or not, and they're not my sisters." Sister Lan looked at me lazily and puffed out a cigarette: "If you don't want to, tell them yourself. "

A Tao and A Qing looked at me with teary eyes, and they almost knelt down. "Crazy. You are all crazy." I stood up and walked out of the bad store without looking back. I walked to Tiaotiao's place for dinner in my slippers, but Sister Lan took A Tao and A Qing to Tiaotiao's house to find me.Fucking pretentious blue sister, she's just wholeheartedly trying to be their first bird, and she's still pretending. This time, A Tao and A Qing really knelt down without saying a word, grabbed my leg and cried and told the story of why they had to jump into the fire pit.Hell, really, every chicken maker has a tragic and pitiful story, and every tragic story has nothing weird, for the family, for the man, for the child, for the family to heal the disease, and for the lack of skills, he had to sell himself Spend the rest of your life, all kinds of bloody reasons, idiots are fooled.

"If you don't cook chicken, what else can you do? Why do you have to rely on men for food?" I couldn't help retorting. "I've been a chicken for the rest of my life, and I've already admitted it." A Tao burst into tears. "I'm willing to draw a knife in the face, Brother Huoyu, just accept me!" Ah Qing cried so much that her nose spit out, "I really have no other way, I have to sell myself to support myself family!" "You can make money selling vegetables, you can make money selling eggs, you can make money cleaning tables in bars, you can make money washing dishes at the end of the alley, you can make money collecting glass bottles, and you can make money by holding a chair on the street and scrubbing the backs of tourists' feet." Leather shoes, to put it bluntly, you can still survive as a pickpocket if you run a single gang to sell prostitutes, why do you have to be a scumbag?" I spoke faster and louder: "You can make your own destiny, and you will lose if you accept your fate, okay? ?”

A Tao and A Qing continued to cry, they didn't know whether they felt sorry for their shaved faces, or they couldn't refute my words. It was Sister Lan who stomped the butt of her cigarette on the ground and said in a low voice, "...we all have our own reasons, just like the reason you are here." You finally revealed your true colors. "I'm just staying here temporarily." I really sniffed. Tiaotiao, who was cooking and cooking, also cried, begging me not to let these two sisters spoil my appearance for nothing. I don't answer, this is too nonsense, I will resolutely ignore this matter to the end.

What does it mean to be the life of a chicken in this life? It's unreasonable. Since you have the courage to scratch your own face, you never thought of using the same strength to break out your own destiny?I said that the reason why a prostitute is a prostitute is that I am too lazy to survive in other ways, and want to collect money when my legs are wide open-this fate must not be left on my head. Ignoring that this is a place for jumping, I close the door myself. "This time I really think you suck! Inhuman!" During the meal, Tiao Tiao kicked my feet hard. "This is different from what we talked about at the beginning!" I munched on the rice, and I would never compromise.

"Are you afraid that you have too many sisters under your command that won't be easy to take care of? Why don't you just recruit a few younger brothers and form a gang to cover us up! At worst, we'll give you money to raise younger brothers!" "If you want to form a gang to squeeze yourselves, you can do it yourself, and don't tire me out about crazy things." "mean!" "It's up to you." I opened the refrigerator nonchalantly, and took a bottle of cold beer myself: "By the way, is there any progress in the matter I asked you to help me find a guitarist? Did you really not fall asleep by chance?"

"I'm too lazy to ask for you." Tiaotiao turned her head away and ignored me. "Is this really stingy?" I laughed, confused about the situation, you. Later, Tiaotiao refused to let me touch her for several days. She said that she was menstruating and told me to sleep with other sisters. I do not believe. Those few days were really boring. Although the prostitutes who usually tried their best to please me still let me sleep, they were all like dead fish, not professional at all.I didn't protest, lazy, they were just venting their anger on their new sister anyway.

I have no attitude, but the group of sisters recognized A Tao and A Qing, I was really about to pass out.And this is just the beginning. From that day on, intermittently, prostitutes from other lands slashed their faces, ran over with tears and snot, and wanted to join me.I didn't agree to any of them, and I didn't sleep with any of them, lest they think that I was a good person in my bones, or mistakenly think that there was some special agreement or tacit understanding between us. Please, no, I have nothing to do with them. But it's strange to say that after that, no one really dared to touch the newly joined scar prostitutes, and the gangs that had protected them in the past didn't bother them either.I guess, those prostitutes who are stupid enough to draw a knife on their face are also a kind of defective product to some extent, and those gangs treat those scarred prostitutes as garbage, ignore them, don't want them, so they don't care about them seriously ?More likely, it would be unwise to start a war with me over a badly priced defective product.

It can't go on like this.Anyway, the guitarist to accompany me has not been found for a long time. I think it's almost time for me to go.