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1.
When I think back to this, I want to slap myself in the face.
Later, in order to secure a project that would allow me to earn a lot of money, I racked my brains, gave expensive gifts, and spent a lot of money, but the representative of Party A still didn't speak up.
Unfortunately, I have prepared a generous gift again to seek guidance from middleman.
middleman said: "This guy not only loves money, but also lusts after women..."
Damn it, can this 200-pound dead fat pig still move? Can he still breathe under his weight? His bad breath is suffocating even from two meters away, can the woman underneath stand it?
Say what you will, curse as you may, we still have to do what needs to be done. After all, who made us want to earn money from others? I started to follow the prescription and spent a lot of money hiring a few "skilled women." Zhao Xiaoman said she was only twenty-three, standing there half a head taller than me, with a large chest, a slim waist, and long legs. She was as beautiful as that, what's-her-name, and reportedly a famous model from a certain open coastal city.
In just one night, it cost me a whole 8,000 dollars. But that fat pig was still not satisfied! Chang Xiaoru, they say she used to be a flight attendant.
Eight thousand for one night.
Dead fat pig still "not afraid of boiling water"!
Recruited another exotic Russian beauty from the Northeast, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a powerful presence that instantly got me excited.
That dead fat pig still won't confess. Helpless, I had to turn to middleman again. middleman said, "Don't look for those 'professional' ones, look for Good family..."
2.
For several days in a row, seeing me return home with a furrowed brow, Qiu Ying tried various ways to coax me: "We've earned quite a bit of money, you don't need to push yourself too hard..." She gently unbuttoned her clothes, cradled my head in her arms, and let me lean against her.
Let my hand roam freely on any part of her body.
For a day or two, I still can't eat well or sleep.
When I was young, my family was poor. How poor were we? Well, to put it this way, we didn't have enough beds at home. I was the oldest, so I could only sleep on a makeshift bed made of wheat straw and millet stalks.
Cash out a passage of lines, that is, "Run fast to catch up with poverty, run slow to be caught up by poverty."
I ran out to work at the age of fifteen, first doing odd jobs, with my back exposed to the sun and my skin getting tanned, and my fingers getting worn out by bricks, earning 3 yuan a day; later, I did heavy labor, climbing high scaffolding to plaster, earning 5 yuan a day.
Later, unable to endure the hardship, I bought cigarettes for the foreman. I smoked a 20-cent pack of Mangshan Pao, and bought the foreman a 2-yuan pack of Golden Leaf... I don't know how many times I bought them, but I finally became a quantity surveyor.
Three years later, I formed a team on my own. I invited a foreman to relax at the Love Song Room, to unwind at the washing hair room, and to enjoy the sauna and massage... The more work the foreman gives me, the more I earn.
Another three years passed, and my team grew stronger. People are eating like horses, and it's damn tempting to see the big fat meat that's almost in your mouth but not quite.
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On Qiu Ying's birthday, I organized an event at the Blue Sapphire Hotel and invited some people to attend.
On this day, Qiu Ying was the protagonist. She had her long hair elegantly pinned up with a jade-studded hairpin. The pink cheongsam I helped her choose accentuated her already great figure, making her look even more exquisite. Her high heels were slender and transparent, making her walk particularly enchanting. When there was no one around, she coquettishly tugged at the slit of her cheongsam, saying, "Is this too revealing? Look, it's open all the way to the top of my thighs."
I encouraged her, "This is called beauty. Do you think any woman can achieve the effect you have with just any outfit!" The stage is large and very lively. When everyone arrived, I invited them to take their seats.
I have a long-time partner, the "middleman" I mentioned earlier, who has introduced a lot of business to me and, of course, taken a share of the profits from me. There is also the representative of Party A, who is quite overweight but has valuable resources and is my most important client. I deliberately arranged for him to sit on the other side of Qiu Ying. Several friends have also brought their wives along, and although they are all dressed up, they pale in comparison to Qiu Ying.
Here, the hostesses who accompany the drinks are all carefully selected. Not only can they drink and talk, but most importantly, they are beautiful. It is said that some of them are college students who work part-time to support their studies, and they are very open-minded.
The manager once told me quietly that the hotel only provides a platform, and as long as we get along, they will take care of the next steps themselves.
But today, they didn't perform well. Qiu Ying sat there, and every frown and smile made these beauties pale in comparison.
I deliberately paid attention to Party A, this obese person, damn it, all night long, either his chopsticks fell on the ground, or his spoon fell under the table. The waiter helped him pick it up, but he wouldn't let them. I caught him, under the influence of alcohol, glancing at Qiu Ying's legs from time to time. Today, Qiu Ying is the bait.
I know, the fish has taken the bait.
4.
A week later, the fat pig took the initiative to call me and said he was organizing a gathering, specifically inviting me to bring Qiu Ying along to "hang out" together.
After I got home, I talked to Qiu Ying, but she wasn't very willing: "Is it that fat and unsightly person?" I persuaded her: "Go, in the world, eating and drinking is also work." Following me for more than a year, Qiu Ying basically listens to me in all matters, big and small. This time is no exception. For my happiness, Qiu Ying agreed to go, but she refused to wear the cheongsam from last time.
"You've revealed too much!" she said.
I knew that this time, obese person was using bait, and I had become the fish being caught.
At the dinner table, obese person kept pouring me drinks: "Brother Hu, I've noticed that you are a capable person. I'm willing to entrust the project to you."
Sorry, I can't help with that.
As long as there is involvement, there will definitely be a cost, and that cost may make the latter half of life painful and difficult. Of course, the money earned will also be a lot. - The money I've earned over the years has been exchanged for my diminishing "human touch."
5.
obese person In the long-term, I try not to take the bait and support him.
There is a devil and a conscience in everyone's heart.
They fought repeatedly and often got into fights.
After another half month, middleman said that obese person was preparing to invite bids over there, and asked if I had received any notification.
I didn't say anything, but he understood everything.
"I won't advise you. How you choose and what you do is your decision. I will work hard to fight for you!"
Three days later, middleman set up a situation and invited obese person and me.
During the gathering, obese person and I toasted each other. I drank, then toasted him, and he drank too.
This time, I drank too much. I don't know what was said or done during the gathering, but I remember obese person repeatedly promising, 'Don't worry, brother, this project will definitely be done for you!'"
The next day, I woke up with a splitting headache. I called middleman: "Bro, I remember he promised to do the reverse engineering for me yesterday, right?" middleman replied, "That's what he said, but do you remember what you said?"
"What did I say?" Although I knew exactly what I said, my remaining conscience still wanted others to think that I was just talking nonsense after drinking, making people feel that I was not so despicable. middleman After a moment of contemplation, he said slowly, "You've said what you needed to say."
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