Chapter 116 - Lies, lies, all lies! (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

Indeed, I’m dragging a little girl, look like am going to work in the south. At least I can’t be a policeman.

He immediately opens his arms to welcome me, laughing to take the bag in my hand, I extend my arm to stop him, smile and say: “Please take more care of us.”

“You’ve joined us. We’ll all be one family in future!” He’s laughing, and a woman immediately coming over to hold Dorra, intentionally saying in a deliberately high voice with the fake smile: “Ouch, what a smart girl!”

Dorra looks at her coldly and shrinking her body behind me. The obscene man is wink to that woman immediately. That woman steps aside.

Then we join this group and they are immediately surrounding us. There are two people are seizing the opportunity to instill how to make a fortune. After check the tickets, the whole group go all the way out of the railway station.

Several guys outside are trying to stop us, but then two of their companions stop them with laughter. I can vaguely hear them saying: “These are pyramid sales cheaters, a bunch of field rats, you don’t need to check them.”

Finally, they spit at us far away and scolding: “Damn rats!”

I hear this very clearly, look at the newly-netted guys in the group. Their exciting faces with eyes flashing, and they are dreaming of really to make a fortune. Suddenly I feel pity for them.

Really, I feel they are pityful.

Those hooligans are generally acknowledged by most people to be inferior in quality and uneducated. But even those people know that pyramid sales people are the “rats”. But there are people are desperate to drill into this trap.

Outside the station, a dilapidated van is parked. The body paint has fallen off a lot. The license plate in front is covered with dust, covering one third of the number. It’s not known whether intentional or not.

The obscene man is leading us to the front of the van. The driver is jumpout out of the van and looking at us with triangular eyes. He has an unkind face, but is tring hard to squeeze out a friendly smile, shaking hands with everyone: “How are you!” Then he is looking at our new faces, saying loudly: “Are these the new coming brothers and sisters? Welcome! Welcome!”

Then he helps us enthusiastically carry the luggages onto the van.

Originally only six seats van has been plugged ten people, coupled with everyone’s luggage. Sitting inside, people attach to people, extremely close with human breath, the van just likes a big sardine tin.

I don’t speak anything. We’re still near the railway station. I dare not to leave now. I’ve decided to wait until safe to leave.

It’s the first time I’ve been to GZ city, so I can’t tell the direction. And there is no sun in the sky. Sitting in the van, I just feel that the van has turned several times left and right, and gets more and more remote. I don’t know where it’s driving to.

I can only see that the buildings around are all pretty low. It seems we have reached a old town, and then the van goes down a path and finally stops at the door of a small building, which looks a little better than the others.

The van stalls and a black plume of smoke is coming out from the exhaust pipe. I doubt the van was picked by these cheaters from the garbage collection station. The engine of the van along the way sounds like the roar of a tractor.

Getting out of the van, I look at the building in front of me, feeling somewhat both funny and annoying.

Obviously, this is a very historical building. I even accidentally see a big “pull down” written in white paint on the corner. But most of it was carefully erased, looks vaguely. I look around at the buildings, and the people coming in and out of the low houses are all looking suspicious.

While they are carrying the luggages, I take a few steps to the side and see an address on the portal beam of a house. But the address was also brushed. It’s only after a long time that the paint on it has fallen off. I can see what the address is after half a careful look and half a guess.

Then I follow the crowd into the building, which surprised me! This place looks like a dilapidated building from the outside, but it was well decorated inside. A copper signboard hangs in a very conspicuous place, on which was written: “WC company”. The hall is not big, but because the walls are inlaid with mirrors, the space looks much more deserted. The floor is actually made of marble, though it’s the cheapest kind.

There’re some people in the hall are slouching around lazily. But when they see us coming in, they’re moving one after another, no longer slouching. They’re queuing up in line, shouting and crowding into the two counters in the hall as if they are in a rush to buy. In addition, there’s a formal front desk. I see an air conditioner beside the front desk! But it’s obviously not opened. I even suspect that the well-known brand air conditioner is probably just a shell there.

A sollow faced girl with a sickly look is standing behind the front desk. As soon as she sees us coming in, she is straightening up and tring to make the most cordial smile: “Hello! Welcome!”

She is wearing a suit of professional dress. But looking at the material, it is obvious off-the-rack. The high-heeled shoes under her feet have faded because they are too old, revealing the black lining. However, they seem to have been carefully daubed with white chalk, at least not so conspicuous.

We go inside and turn into a lounge. Then the obscene man asks everyone to put down the luggage first.