Chapter 2 Beginner's Beggar Gang 2

The door was slowly pushed open again, and a pair of little girls in rags came in front of them, walking slightly larger, but they were seven or eight years old, with a pair of small braids, muddy faces buried with a pair of childish big eyes, full of confusion and timidity, dirty red coats. I'm afraid I bought it a few years ago, and I haven't washed it since I bought it. Or it's not your own at all, because it's too small to wear. The little girl behind was only five or six years old. She stared with a pair of horrible eyes and put her fingers in her mouth. Her saliva flowed out along her fingers. Seeing Song Jun, she obviously showed fear and tried her best to hide behind the girl in front of her.

"Dad, this is today." The girl took out a thick hairy ticket from her small pocket, and then began to take out coins.

What? He Xiaozhuo simply didn't believe his ears. This girl is actually Song Jun's daughter?

"How much?" Song Jun still asked indifferently.

112 yuan." The girl said timidly.

Song Jun rudely grabbed the money and began to click up. After confirming that it was correct, the girl quietly retreated. He Xiaozhuo saw it clearly that the two girls also turned into the pigsty at the door. Oh, my God? Did this abandoned pigsty turn out to be their common home? He Xiaozhuo's heart involuntarily raised his throat.

It was a twelve- or three-year-old teenager who opened the iron door for the third time. His limbs were very sound, but at the moment he came to the room, he obviously hesitated and lowered his head, looking uncertain. The skinny body supports a big head, and the big head is hanging dullly at this moment, looking at the two big toes protrude from the broken shoes.

"Where's the money?" Song Jun looked at the dejected latecomer and immediately put his hand on the latter's chest. The latter silently brought up a dilapidated aluminum lunch box and put it in Song Jun's hand. He Xiaozhuo noticed that most of them were coins.

"How much?" Song Jun still asked coldly.

The "74" teenager whispered.

"How much?" Song Jun asked sternly again.

The "7...74" teenager trembling and began to phutter.

"How much is it?" Song Jun's voice was even harsher.

"74." The teenager is another inspiration.

"Useless things. Don't eat tonight, kneel down!" Song Jun cursed viciously.

"Yes!" The teenager answered and retreated silently. He Xiaozhuo saw that on the inside of the door of the gate, the teenager knelt down and lowered his dull head.

He Xiaozhuo peeked at Song Jun. Song Jun counted the money in the lunch box as if he had nothing to do. After counting the money into categories, he threw the poor lunch box out of the window. The lunch box made a jingling sound and rolled down to the teenager who was kneeling on the ground. The teenager did not dare to pick it, but just The people who went to the hospital were shocked.

Later, a woman in her thirties came in, not tall, black and thick, with a baby in her arms. The woman looked at the teenager kneeling in the corner in surprise, and then hurried to the room. The baby in the baby had fallen asleep. She took out a pile of change from the baby's baby, more coins, and then casually put the baby on the ground aside and respectfully held the money in front of Song Jun.

This time it is 156 yuan. Song Jun put the money into his pocket with satisfaction and told the woman to go to the pigsty to rest with the child in his arms.

The iron gate was pushed open for the last time. A seven- or eight-year-old child struggled to drag something in. His weak body gasped heavily. Obviously, the things behind him made him very exhausted. When he dragged the things behind him into the door, He Xiaozhuo saw that there was a flat car half a meter square behind him. The wheels were made of four bearings, rubbing against the ground and making a purring sound all the way. On the top of the car, there was another teenager, but it was clearly a disability, with weak hands and feet, dull eyes, and staring blankly in one direction. What's more terrible is that under the dim yellow light, He Xiaozhuo saw his horrible feet. I don't know why they hurt, but at the ankle, the muscles turned out, the black wound pus and blood had solidified, and the dust was mixed with it. But at the freezing place, like a solid land, it splits and cracks, revealing the bright red muscles inside, which is even more chilling. The teenager's face was pale, clenching his teeth and not squeaking. Although his hands did not have any trauma, his wrists could not be straightened. His hands could only be hooked to his wrists, and his ten fingers could not be opened, which reminded people of the chicken feet in the supermarket freezer. He Xiaozhuo couldn't help moving, and a heart of compassion couldn't help but arise.

"How much is it today?" Looking at the child pulling the car tremblingly out of the money, Song Jun asked blankly.

"About 210" pulled the car and the teenager was a little nervous.

"probably?"

"Yes, it's 210."

Song Jun looked at the table full of change and was in a much better mood.

"You can go out."

The teenager agreed and pulled the car out again. He Xiaozhuo noticed that the teenager in the car looked at Song Jun when he left, and the glitz flashed, which was by no means different from other people's fear of Song Jun. It was a kind of hatred and a flame of revenge.

Song Jun only focused on counting money and didn't notice this detail.

How's it going? Xiaozhuo. Song Jun proudly slapped a pile of money on the table. Although they were all bills and coins, they were still oscillating: "Have you seen it? Is it a very profitable business?

"You called us here to do this?" He Xiaozhuo was a little angry, and a feeling of being deceived arises spontaneously.

"Ging for food! More precisely, it's money!" Song Jun said it word by word, as if it had nothing to do with him at all. Xiaozhuo, you don't have to be angry first. I know you will be angry, and even think that I lied to you, right? But anyway, listen to me first. Yes, I am also beggars and lead them to beggars. I am a beggar, a despised beggar. I don't want to be a beggar either. But the question is, how can we make money? Your family is also from the countryside, right? Then you should know how much money your family has earned throughout the year? One hundred? Two hundred? Or five hundred? But as you just saw, they can get more than 100 yuan a day. Even if you don't work as a farmer and come out to work, how much money can you have after a day of blood and sweat? Besides, you have to consider whether they will owe you your salary. Indeed, this profession is a little humble and despised. Who doesn't want to have a decent career? But look at those fatheads, how many ordinary people like us are there? Even if there is, isn't it because of the money that it has become like that?

"So, if you have money, you will have everything. No matter how your money comes from. Therefore, there is a saying in our industry that 'the city has been kowtowed for three years and returned to our hometown to build a foreign building'. With a foreign building, someone will respect you, and no one will ask you where the money came from?

"Isn't it for money to run out alone at a young age? In this case, how did you make money? To be honest, how can the people you see make money if they don't rely on me? You have seen that a group of old, weak and sick, even if they want to work, who will use them? Because of disability, even their families don't want them, let alone others? It's me who organized them and not only let them live, but also made money. To put it rudely, I'm helping them!' The city has been begging for three years of food, and he didn't change a secretary. The secretary of our village did not lead everyone to make money, but I am leading them to make money, and it is a group of old, weak and sick and disabled that no one ignores. Is there something wrong with this?"

"Yes, this industry is too lowly, but doesn't Zhu Yuanzhang, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, also want to eat? I'm afraid Zhu Yuanzhang kowtowed too much to others when he asked for food? But after he became emperor, not everyone had to kowtow to him? This means that it is difficult to be a superior person without suffering. Nowadays, society is even more so. As long as you have money, someone will kowtow to you. So, what's the point of suffering now?"

He Xiaozhuo didn't expect that Song Jun, who was in his 30s, could speak so well and speak so long. However, why does the words sound so awkward and uncomfortable? Looking at Song Jun's big eyes staring at him, a cunning feeling couldn't help but make him feel cold.

"So there is nothing to cook. In fact, we are not hungry. We are just engaged in this profession. Since we are engaged in this profession, we have to make some sacrifices. But as long as you can make money, what about it? If you change cities, who knows you?" Song Jun stared at He Xiaozhuo with his eyes. So I will arrange for you to go to the place where you want the money and the way you want the money. You just ask for the money, and then I will give you a commission according to the money you want..."

"Don't do it!" He Xiaozhuo answered decisively.

"You don't have to answer in a hurry, think about it before answering..."

"There's nothing to think about, and I won't do it!" He Xiaozhuo interrupted Song Jun's words. Although he could not refute Song Jun's words, he was full of disgust and hostility to Song Jun's behavior, and even disgusting. I really couldn't hear it anymore. I grabbed the fool who had been awakened, turned around and left. The fool also seemed to understand Song Jun's bad intentions. At the moment he walked to the door, he kicked over the bench in the center of the room intentionally or unintentionally, and then rushed to Song Jun, who was sitting on the kang, grinned and stumbled to follow He Xiaozhuo out.

Watching them run out angrily, Song Jun did not mean to stand up and stop them. Instead, he showed a chilling sneer at the corners of his mouth. Then he slowly took out a bone half the size of a fist from his arms. It was a white skull, grinning, which was very horrible.

Song Jun blew a breath at the skull, then held the skull in his hand and began to read words: Oh, no, Ba'er Hadiyo... An incomprehensible spell wrapped around the skull head like smoke...

As soon as He Xiaozhuo and the fool ran to the gate, they suddenly felt that thousands of small insects suddenly rose all over their bodies, wriggling together in every inch of muscles around his body, biting and struggling. He Xiaozhuo screamed and fainted to the ground.