Chapter 115 - Escape unnoticed (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

I take a breath of the cigarette and wave the smoke away. Just for amuse, I say: “Do you mean that if you want to make a fortune, I just need to develop the offlines? If I join the company, develop more offlines, buy more products, the more commissions I may get?”

“Yes! Yes!” His eyes are shing. He seems so exciting that he’s going to pat me on my shoulder. But when he sees my cold face, just taking his hand back, “Cool! Brother, you are really smart! I bought this condom for nine dollars each! When you get it, you will naturally sell one for ten. But don’t worry! You can sell it to your offlines one for eleven. I think you’re so smart that you’ll make a lot of money in this business! Look at me, I’ve been doing this for just less than two years, and now I’ve already had a good time!”

When he finishes the word, he takes out a box of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket and hands me one. I look at it and see from the box that it is the kind of fake.

Then the fellow is beginning to tell what the real cases are, just who did this business to make a big fortune, bought a villa and drove a famous car and so on.

“I’m not interested. Find someone else.” I pinch the cigarette and turn to go back, but he is coming after me and whispering along the way, “Don’t go, brother! Let’s talk about it again! Don’t worry, we are legal!”

Ignoring him, I go into the carriage and straight to the seat. The fellow is still following me, trying to impress me with his words. I go back to my seat and find that the seat has been occupied. A strong man is sitting in my seat. Beside him, Dorra’s face is red with anger. When she sees me coming back, she’s immediately shouting: “This man grabbed our seat to sit. He’s unreasonable!”

I nod, not too surprise. There are many such things on the train. Some people go out and buy no seat ticket in order to save money and carry on during the trip. This young man seems can’t carry up anymore. He saw an empty seat and just sit down first, Dorra asked him to stand up. He just closed his eyes and pretended not to hear.

In a word, there are many more unreasonable people outside. If all the people in the world are reasonable, the world would have been fucking peaceful.

I look at the man, lower my voice and say steadily: “Please stand up, this is my seat.” This fellow has an unflattering look on his face, looking at me with the white eyes. He’s saying in a stiff voice, “What’s wrong with I sit here for a while? You were fucking go away and I just sit in the empty seat. You fucking waste resources yourself.”

I’m laughing at his simplicity

I often go out and I know there are always such people. Especially on the train, depending on their own strength, bully things often happen. In this case, it is basically impossible for a weak person to face such a strong man.

You look for a train attendant? The whole world knows that they are basically useless in most cases. They come over and say a few words. That guy will give your seat back on the spot and dare to to punch you back when the attendant leaves!

I don’t talk any more. Anyway, it’s useless to talk nonsense when I meet someone unreasonable. I just reach out my hand and grab his neck. The fellow is waving his fist to hit to my face immediately. I grab his wrist. He’s stunned, probably not expecting me to repond so fast. He has tried two times and cann’t break away. With a little effort from my wrist, I turn his arm over slowly.

He’s not as strong as me. He is turning around in pain. I push him hard on the back, and the fellow hits his crotch on the table. He is shouting with the pain, and then softening down. I then take him to the aisle and throw him on the ground. Glancing around, there are two other men who are hostile to me as if they are his companions.

These people are the hooligans on the train. There are some people beside are stretching out their heads to see the excitement. I stare at them to scare them back. I sit back on my seat, raise my foot and step on the back of his hand. He is just about to struggle, just feeling a chill on his face.

I am holding a saw-tooth knife in my hand and putting it on his face, asking coldly: “You want red or white?”

This guy is completely softening. Watching the tip of the knife is shaking in front of him, he dares not to move anymore. I let him go. He is getting up immediately and running to the end of the carriage in dejection. His other two accomplices also crowd into the other carriage.

The space is small, and the action of my knife is only seen by the two seats next to me. Looking at the eyes to me, I am smiling, putting the knife back and saying calmly: “I am a cook, this is for cutting meals.”

Anyway, I don’t care the people around believe it or not. Few of them dare to interfere. This is the way of this world.

The obscene man is standing aside to want to talk to me. But he is frightened and hesitating to speak to me again when he sees me showing the knife.