Chapter 43 Chapter 10 Change of Nests

Just when I was nervously thinking about how to escape, something happened. One morning, as soon as I got up, I saw the old man being brought in by some thugs.They said the old man fled to the train station and was caught by them. So the old man was insulted. Dazhi asked the old man to stand with his back against the wall, and everyone walked over and slapped the old man across the face.I saw a woman go up first, raised her arm, and hit the old man's face with a loud and crisp sound.The old man was astonished, and looked at the woman with grief and indignation.The woman said: "If you don't cherish the opportunity to make a fortune, you are really shameless." This woman is the old man's niece.It is shocking and heartbreaking that MLM has killed family affection to such an extent.

Because some people fled, they stepped up precautions.They locked the doors and courtyards at night, and they were not allowed to go to the bathroom at night, and only Dazhi kept the keys to the doors and courtyards. I cannot escape. In this gang, I behaved actively, looking like I wanted to be the best. When I chanted slogans and sang, my voice was the loudest; when the morning meeting was held for training, I always sat at the front and listened fascinated , When it is time to applaud, try hard to applaud, and when it is not appropriate to applaud, take the lead in applauding.My flattering expression and actions finally won Dazhi's appreciation.He complimented me saying, "You're a great addition to our team."

I gained the trust of Dashi.One day, Dazhi said to me, "Come out with me and pick up someone at the train station." Another person was drawn into this dirty gang by them.I thought that with so many people at the train station, they would be able to escape in the chaos this time. I went to the toilet first, took out the "Training Materials", put it in the hem of my clothes, and then set off with Dazhi.Apart from Dazhi and me, there was also a dark and thin man who went to pick up people this time, and it was this man who invited him.His name is Zhang Hao. Looking at their body shapes, I thought that I must be dark and thin too, because I saw with my own eyes how the bodies of university teachers changed.This group of people are all of this type.The extreme malnutrition every day made these people grow into bean sprouts.

There is no mirror in the MLM dens. When I came to the entrance of the village, I saw a few men with mischievous eyebrows standing on the opposite side of the village entrance and the road.Some of them were smoking, some were walking, and some were pretending to be chatting.Outsiders thought they were idle youths, but only those who fell into pyramid schemes knew their ugly face and real purpose. Dazhi stopped a taxi, and the taxi took the three of us straight to the train station square.Under an electronic sign in the square, I saw a man who looked like an intellectual, wearing myopia glasses, and this was the downline they invited.

I looked around nervously, looking for a way to escape, however, I saw some people who looked idle by the railings and low walls.I couldn't tell whether these people belonged to the MLM gang, and I couldn't see a single policeman in the square, so I finally gave up my plan to escape.Moreover, after I ran out, I was penniless, how could I escape from this city? I followed them into a taxi, the intellectual was sandwiched between me and Zhang Hao, and Dazhi sat in the front row.Dazhi is still boasting nonsense, and his boasting is for the intellectuals to listen to.The intellectual was really excited, his fingers trembling excitedly, like pressing a little mouse under his fingers.He said: "I will also buy a house in Beijing in the future."

I laughed to myself and said, you can't even afford a toilet, and you still want to buy a house? The taxi pulled us to a place 100 meters away from the entrance of the village, and Dazhi wanted to get off.I know that the taxi meter will soon become 8 yuan. This rich man who is about to buy a house in Beijing is willing to walk the distance of 100 meters in order to save one yuan. When we got out of the car, we heard a man calling from behind: "Zhang Hao." The voice was short and urgent, full of anger.I turned my head and saw a middle-aged man in a jacket running over more than ten meters away.

Zhang Hao turned pale in shock, lowered his head and ran towards the entrance of the village.The middle-aged man chased and shouted: "Where is my daughter? Where is my daughter?" Zhang Hao didn't say a word, his expression flustered, he was as busy as a bereaved dog, and hurried like a fish slipping through the net.The middle-aged man did not give up and chased after him, but there was always a distance of more than ten meters between them. Dazhi and I also ran behind, towards the entrance of the village. Zhang Hao ran up the slope at the entrance of the village, and the middle-aged man chased after him panting.Suddenly, two hooligans appeared beside him. They knocked the middle-aged man to the ground and stomped on him with their leather shoes.They said the middle-aged man scratched his clothes.

The middle-aged man held his head and twisted his body in pain. Later, the hooligan was tired and left.The middle-aged man got up, his face was covered with blood, and walked away from the village entrance alone.A young man said to another yellow-haired man, "Keep an eye on him and see where he's going." The yellow-haired man followed. Looking at all this, I thought, Zhang Hao is in our team, and that middle-aged man's daughter must also be in our team.However, I don't know who she is, and she doesn't know that her father found this place from his hometown and was beaten all over his body.

Have a safe night. At dawn, while I was drowsy, I suddenly heard commotion in the yard.Dazhi rushed into the room and yelled loudly: "Get up quickly and go out through the back door." The people in the room are swarming around like a swarm of wasps, you put on his clothes, he puts on your shoes.The back door was open, and a wrecked-up van was parked outside, with no lights on.Dazhi stood under the car, stuffing a person into the car, like potatoes.The van drove away, and those who hadn't got it in followed Dazhi and ran to another van tens of meters away. I wanted to take advantage of the chaos and escape, but there was no chance.Unfortunately, I got crammed into the first van.

The van had just driven tens of meters away when sirens were heard, and law enforcement vehicles drove into the village. The village seemed to be blown up, and countless pyramid schemes ran around like mice; the crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs, mixed with the voices of people, turned the scene of the village into a war movie. I sat sadly in the car and reached out to find the booklet in the hem of my clothes. After that, I came to another seaside city.I was surprised to find that the network of this pyramid scheme has spread across many small cities along the coast. Early that morning, the van had been driving at high speed on an almost deserted road.Since the highway was built by the sea, this asphalt road has been abandoned.The uneven road made the van bump constantly, and we were like sardines in cans, with no room to turn around.Every time the van wobbled, we bumped into other people, or bumped into the body of the van.In order to worry about someone checking for overloading, the windows were closed tightly, the air was filthy, and some people were motion sick and vomited.The rancid smell of vomit wafted violently in the carriage, rushing left and right, unable to dissipate.More people vomited, and the vomit splashed on other people's clothes, necks, and faces, but they didn't even have a chance to wipe it off.The tight space makes it impossible for everyone in the car to raise their arms.

At noon, the speed of the van slowed down.This time, we came to another seaside city.Through the car window, I saw the name of the city on the signboard. This city actually belongs to the same province as the newspaper office I work for. The van drove into an old community with no walls or security guards. There were only fallen leaves all over the ground and lifeless holly trees covered with dust on the side of the road.There are few pedestrians in the community, only a few old people pass by on the road, holding vegetables in their hands.They looked at us with blank eyes, and their slow pace did not stop at all. I got out of the van and let out a long breath.It's getting closer to the newspaper office here, and I'm secretly excited. However, this time, instead of living in a suburban countryside, we live in a residential building.This residential building has eight floors, and we live on the highest floor.It is more difficult to escape, I secretly complained. I tucked my palms into the hem of my clothes and was suddenly shocked to find that the booklet was gone.I took off my clothes and checked carefully. There was no gap in the hem of the clothes, which meant that it would not be lost in the car. I even touched it with my hands when I got in the car, and it was in the hem of the clothes.But now, it was stolen. In this van, in this MLM gang, there are definitely masters of the rivers and lakes hiding in it. I must be careful. We lived in a three-bedroom, one-living room. There were already a few people in it before, but suddenly more than 20 people rushed in, making the space very crowded.The previous few welcomed us as hosts.They waved their arms, plausibly speaking, and everyone was as confident as a praying mantis blocking a wheel.Both teams belong to the same MLM gang. It is still the extremely harsh living environment, the food is still not as good as pigs and dogs, it is still the self-confidence that does not know the heights of the sky and the earth, and it is still the arrogance of dreaming of changing the world. The man in his 60s was never seen again. I don't know whether he escaped while taking advantage of the chaos, or was abandoned by those who thought he couldn't make money.His niece is still there, and the MLM stalwart often gives speeches that sound like a tomboy. Dazhi is here, Liu Yun is here, Zhang Hao is here, intellectuals are here, and university teachers are here too.I never knew who the girl Zhang Hao invited was.She must be here as well, but private conversations are not allowed inside the MLM.I can't find out, I can only observe with my own eyes. The seventh floor of this residential building also belongs to this pyramid scheme.On the second day of coming here, Dazhi forced and accompanied me to the seventh floor to make a phone call. I called the director again.The director pretended to be very interested in our business and asked me how much money I could earn in a month, and I said tens of thousands.The director said in surprise, "It's more than double my current income." I said, "Do you want to come here? Start a business together. It's more than 10,000 now, and hundreds of thousands a month in the future." The director said: "After I finished reading "Historical Records", I saw 'Xiangao Laojun'." I intentionally said: "I like to read 'Biographies of the Huns' the most. If I lose Qilian Mountain, my animals will not survive; if I lose Yanzhi Mountain..." Dazhi punched me next to me, he obviously thought I had said something off topic.After putting down the phone, Dazhi scolded me: "Long-distance calls cost more than ten yuan a minute, so much fucking nonsense." Back on the eighth floor, I carefully tasted the director's words. "Xiangao Laojun" refers to a man named Xiangao from the state of Zheng during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, who sold livestock and traveled between countries.Once, on the road, he met the Qin army who was about to invade the state of Zheng, so he pretended to be the envoy of the king of Zheng state and deceived the Qin army.Then, what the director said must mean, let me make false claims with the MLM group first, and then play by ear. And what I told him was that we had moved out of the original city.Many people read "Historical Records" and rarely see "Biographies of the Huns", but generally those who like literature will know this Huns folk song: "I lost my Qilian Mountain, so that my six animals will not live. Losing my Yanzhi Mountain, so that I have no color for women." The director may also understand my intention. Security doors are installed on the eighth floor, and security nets are installed on the windows. As soon as we enter, the security doors will be locked and the wooden doors will be closed. All noises inside will not be heard outside.It is impossible to escape from the eighth floor. The seventh floor should be the office of their managers and directors. There are relatively few people in it. However, there are three or four men with fierce faces sitting in the living room every day. Smoking and opening and closing doors are all their daily work.These people like bodyguards and security guards are definitely not kind at first glance.It is absolutely impossible to escape from the seventh floor. In this multi-level marketing gang, we outsiders are quite low-level, and we are not qualified to leave this building, and we are not qualified to pick up newcomers. Except Dazhi.The ruthless Dazhi became a wolf dog to manage us. Dazhi forced me to write down the phone number again.He said that everyone who has the potential to join our team must work hard. But whose phone number should I write?Anyone who writes about it will be harmed. Relatives, that is absolutely impossible.Not to mention that my family is all poor relatives, even if there are rich relatives, I will never drag them into trouble.Colleagues, as soon as I make a phone call, I will reveal my secrets, Dazhi and the others will know my identity as a reporter.Friends, I can find some among friends, but I must find people who will never join their gang. The only advantage of joining an MLM group is that you can sort out and integrate your social circle once to see who your friends are.This is also a review of my life over the past few years. I wrote down several phone numbers: the painter, the stationmaster of the publishing station, the director of my original work unit, the keyboard player supervisor during the unannounced visit to the bartender, the old witch during the unannounced visit to the surrogate, and the phone numbers of people like Sister Tang, Jiao Niang, etc. , absolutely cannot be written. The painter had already bought a mobile phone at that time, and he was working hard in Tibet to paint, even if he could earn a fortune in business, he would not be tempted.The webmaster manages a publishing station. He is a good buddy with strong ambition and has always been bearish on money.The director is corrupt and has millions of dollars, so he is not willing to do business.The supervisor and the old hag must have changed their phone numbers long ago. These black business people are as vigilant as a fox, writing that their phone numbers are just fake numbers. Sister Tang has been separated from me for more than a year. I don't know how her life is.I silently prayed that she would stop being a street girl and live a normal life without worrying about food and clothing.Jiao Niang should get married, I have always felt guilty towards her, I hope her husband will love her well and spoil her well. At noon that day, I called the painter first. The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. The painter's voice was sticky, as if he hadn't woken up yet.After such a long time without contact, I was so excited to hear the painter's voice suddenly that my voice trembled.However, according to the rules of the MLM gang, I must maintain self-confidence and a high profile.I paused, and then I talked about my own situation first; and according to their system, each call cannot exceed three minutes, so I kept talking, so that the painter had no chance to interrupt.I said that I have made money doing business here, and I plan to buy a Mercedes-Benz and drive to Tibet to see him. If he is willing, I will drive him around the world in a Mercedes-Benz. Dazhi was very dissatisfied with my nonsense and nonsense.He poked my ribs so hard with his knuckles that I could only shut up. The painter said on the other end of the phone: "How did you become like this now? You have become not you." I am secretly happy, I just hope that the painter will doubt all this.I once told him that my ideal in this life is to become a writer, and I don't care about how much money I get, but the bragging just now is obviously not in line with my personality. The painter knows me well. Three minutes up, I hang up. Then, I called the webmaster again. After the call was connected, I repeated the old trick.I was babbling on and on, when the station master suddenly interrupted me rudely: "Shut up your motherfucker, you can still make hundreds of thousands of dollars a month just because you are a nerd, you can lie to the devil." I was happier in my heart, but I still had to pretend to be wronged.I said, "I can't make hundreds of thousands now. It doesn't mean I won't be able to make hundreds of thousands in the future. Our business has just started, and our future is bright." The station master got angry, and he said bluntly: "Don't worry about it, I'm still busy, I don't have time to listen to your bullshit." Then he hung up the phone. I was ecstatic. Glad he didn't say I was a reporter. Putting down the phone, I shrugged at Dazhi like a foreigner. Dazhi had a pained expression all over his face. The third call was to the chief. Before I made the call, I knew about the call, and it was useless to make the call. After listening to my bragging, the director said slowly: "You have become rich. I congratulate you. This shows that our policies are very good. The reform and opening up have given many people opportunities and made the country prosperous and strong. This is very worthy of congratulations. But I just have to do my job well." Years of experience in the officialdom has made every word the director said impeccable, smooth, and exquisite. It sounds correct, but when you think about it carefully, it is correct nonsense.The chief can talk non-stop for an hour without repeating a word, but every word is nonsense.He has this ability, and many bureaucrats have this ability. The supervisor's phone number I remembered from my unannounced visits to the tavern and the old hag's phone number I remembered from my unannounced visits to the surrogate mother did not connect, as I expected. Dazhi is extremely disappointed. I said, I will contact them tomorrow, I believe I can get them done. The next day, Dazhi didn't ask me to call again.I believe that it was their leadership who rejected the three candidates I recommended: the painter, the station master, and the director. However, he asked me to continue to contact the director, and try to get him settled with one or two more phone calls. I readily agreed.