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I never thought that one day I would become the King of Hell.
The first one to break out in cold sweat. That's right, it was that bearded vulgar man from Journey to the West who called himself Great Sage Wukong. Actually, I didn't want to do it, but there was nothing I could do about it. I was forced to do it and they said that if I didn't do it, the world would be destroyed because of me. There was no helping it, I was really being coerced.
In fact, I used to be a financial worker, mainly to absorb idle social funds for commercial investment. My work target is mainly the city high school students, with the family rich, thin body, cowardly four-eyed boys mainly. The working hours were after school. The main place of work was in the woods outside the school. I sincerely and sincerely want to finance them, to take the spare money in their hands, then transfer into the society, so as to invest and promote consumption. The main direction of my investment was in human resources. In short, to find someone worth investing in and living in poverty, that person was me. This is because I knew since I was young that I was not an ordinary person. Even though my current situation is very depressing, there will be a day when I will soar into greatness. At that time, the investment I make will be a hundred times, a thousand times more than what I invest. This point, Uncle Lü and I were thinking the same thing. If you invest in a business, as long as you don't sell arms and white powder, the profit will at most be ten times the profit. But if you invest in a talent, the profit will be a hundred to a thousand times greater.
I'm really doing this for their benefit. The sun and moon can be seen for my sincerity. Unfortunately, a lot of people regard me as a loyal donkey. So I was often rejected, and sometimes even beaten up and called to the police.
Even some of my best employees have abandoned me. Fortunately, I am a person who strives for the ideal. I have long been accustomed to difficulties. Therefore, when I was once again beaten up by a powerful colleague that my clients had called over, I used to cover my bleeding nose with a snot covered napkin and continued to strut along the street.
Just this morning, my landlord took over my company and home, a small bungalow, under the pretext that I hadn't paid my rent for three months. He even sold my belongings, a few old quilts, washbasins, old clothes, and the like to the rent-filled ones.
So, by now, all I have left of me, apart from three dollar pieces of steel, are these tattered T-shirts and jeans that haven't been washed in a month.
The sun was high in the sky, and he was thirsty and hungry. Passing by a small shop, I took out a steel coin from my pocket and weighed it in my hand. Perhaps, I would have to start my rebirth from these three steel coins …
The layout of the snack bar was the same as everywhere else: there was a large freezer in the street with cold beer in it, ready to be sold at any time …
As soon as I entered the shop, I saw a middle-aged shopkeeper with a mottled pug sitting at the counter, watching a soap opera, and she started to smile at me, ”You've got another scar —” (this is still a sequel to the excerpt from Kong Yiji). Instead, I said, ”Boss — a beer, for Beijing to be pure —” and spread out three one-dollar coins on the refrigerator. This stance and demeanor was truly magnanimous.
The middle-aged woman stared at the three metal coins for a long time before gritting her teeth and saying, ”Beijing 8 dollars per bottle — —”
I immediately softened, ”Then take a bottle of 3 yuan — —”
The middle-aged woman didn't even look at me. She casually took out a bottle of dark green bottle s from under the counter.
I coldly laughed, not minding in the slightest as I picked up the bottle, wiped off the dust on its surface with my hands, and held onto the bottle tightly. Then, I stared at her … Stare at her...
The middle-aged woman was scared out of her wits by my stare. She asked in a trembling voice, ”You … Buy wine... Not leaving, thinking... What is it? ”
With a cold expression, I slowly replied, ”Let me borrow the corkscrew.”
Ignoring the murderous gaze of the middle-aged woman, I calmly opened the bottle cap and looked inside. Damn it, there isn't even a ”thank you for your patronage”. However, looking at how the middle-aged woman looked, I knew that I had already reached the top. Thus, I looked at her with disdain before turning around and giving her a cool profile as I raised my head to drink a mouthful of beer.
”Puuu ~ ~” I almost vomited. Luckily, my self-control was high enough, so I forcefully swallowed it down. What kind of strange smell was this?
I looked down at the label on the bottle. Damn, there are three big words written on it — Wahaha. Nimla Haha, are you still offering beer? No, I'm going to faint. It's a ”Wahaha”.
I turned around and saw the middle-aged woman with narrowed eyes looking at me with a cold smile. Suddenly, my anger flared up, and I was filled with hatred. He reached out his hand and was about to throw the beer bottle onto the ground. Wait a minute, looking at her calm and composed appearance, could it be a trap? The more I thought about it, the more it seemed possible.