Life Copy Game

Chapter 1169 Past and Present (Two updates please vote for me)

While they were talking, the two of them had already passed by the clothing store, and the store owner was already arguing with another customer.

"You are really as bad as the rumors,"

Borrick looked back and mocked, "From your tone, the profit margin should be good."

"It's not bad, the net profit is about 30% to 40%. Not many clothes are recycled, so this business is actually not very profitable,"

Weiken took off the cigarette butt from his mouth, "Some of the clothes in these stores come from old clothes shipped from Dawn City and Irons. My other company is responsible for these."

"You're not picky about food,"

Borrick sneered, "You can make any money."

"Any huge amount of wealth is accumulated in a small amount,"

Wicken flicked the ash from his cigarette and continued walking deeper into the block with Borrick, "It's precisely because I don't let go of any opportunity to make money that I can get to where I am today."

"It seems you don't have a good impression of this place,"

Borrick glanced at the crowd around him, "Hasn't anyone here helped you?"

Their clothes are incompatible with the people around them, and a space will naturally be opened around them.

People around them subconsciously don't look at them and avoid their gaze.

"People here have always been greedy and mean,"

Wicken smiled and said, "If you hadn't looked like you were not easy to mess with, we would have been stripped of all our valuables by now."

Having said this, he paused, put the cigarette in his mouth, and said slowly, "But do you think there are good people? Yes,"

He pointed to the intersection ahead, "I used to live in a shanty on the three streets where I turned left at this intersection. It was a very narrow little shanty that could fit a dirty and smelly little bed. I have to sleep with two people, one big and one small, it was left to me by my deceased mother.

"She always wanted to send me to school when she was alive, but unfortunately she died of illness before she had the chance.

"After she died, I was the only one in the house.

"At first, many adults wanted to kick me out and occupy my house. Most of the children here who have lost their parents will face this ending. They will be kicked out of the house and live on the streets. Some of them will be lucky enough to find a new place to live, while others will Freezing to death in the street.

"But I am an exception. There is a drunkard next to my house. Every time someone wants to occupy my house, he will come out, fight with others, and then drive them away.

"When he was sober, he was still very sensible. He would advise me to find a way to go to school and not stay here all my life. He would occasionally give me a few pieces of bread and packaged meat that smelled sour, but most of his I don't even have time to wake up,

"When he became addicted to alcohol, he would try to find anything with alcohol in it. Once I stole a bottle of medical alcohol, thinking that it could be used for disinfection in the future, but he snatched it away and beat me on the bed. Lying down all day.

"After he sobered up, he seemed to feel sorry for this incident, and later found me a lot of food,"

The thin smoke concealed Wiccan's old face,

“When I was fourteen years old, I stole something from a gang and was caught on the spot. They beat me so badly that I lay at home for a week and almost died.

"When I crawled home, the drunkard was drinking. He took the bottle and went to find trouble with the gang members. Of course, he was beaten up. When he was carried back, he was already broken. Legs, lie at home with me.”

"I originally thought we were both going to die, but I didn't expect to find broken bread in front of the door every morning, as well as one or two anti-inflammatory pills, and even two meals of packaged meat with steaks in between."

"Someone is helping you?"

Borric asked in a low voice.

"Not someone,"

Wiken seemed to be caught up in some kind of memory, and said hoarsely, "It's people from the whole street. The bread and anti-inflammatory drugs come from different 'neighbors', and the packaged meat is the money collected by several families."

The twilight light shone on the dirty shacks and pedestrians coming and going. The old man held a cigarette in his mouth and sneered with a certain mocking tone, "These are the people here, dirty, despicable, greedy, and occasionally... Some kindness will show up.”

Borrick, who was walking behind, was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, and seemed to be listening to something. He lowered his head and said hoarsely, "If a person can't survive, morality and law are just empty rules. and waste paper, and only those with a refrigerator filled with food will think about etiquette and rules, and only those with a wardrobe filled with enough winter clothes will have time to think about honor, disgrace, and dignity.”

Wicken in front was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the red-haired man. After a brief silence, he held a cigarette in his mouth and said with a smile, "Young man, I didn't expect you to think so deeply."

He reached out and tried to touch another cigarette.

"Saote told me,"

Borrick shrugged and handed over the cigarette, "This one costs extra."

"That devil?"

Weiken took out a new cigarette and took the cigarette lighter. He was silent again, and then sighed, "It's a bit surprising, but it seems like it's something he can say."

"So what happened next?"

Borrick asked hoarsely as he crossed the pond and looked at the streets in the twilight.

"later?"

The Weeknd lit a second cigarette and said thoughtfully, "I thought a lot during those days when I was lying in bed. I realized that my life would never change if I stayed here, and finally I decided to leave here."

"There's no place to live outside."

Borrick answered.

"yes,"

Wicken nodded, "I wandered on the streets for a few months and almost died. Later, I met a gang member while stealing things. Seeing that I was smart, he accepted me into the gang and became his younger brother. The treatment he gave me Not bad, I finally had a few full meals.

"But within a few months, he was beaten to death for stealing the wrong car. The gang also disbanded, and I was living on the streets again. Not long after that, I saw the security company of Note Intelligence was recruiting people, and the pay was pretty good. Simply signed up.

"Because I ate well in the gang for several months and gained weight, I passed the test and was admitted, becoming an ordinary cannon fodder.

"Then it was the same old story of climbing up the ladder step by step. Soon, I relied on my hard work and flexibility to become the squadron leader of the Note Smart Security Company. I also had a little savings.

“Then I realized that if I didn’t study, that was my limit.

"So I tried to get a fake high school diploma, then spent money to buy a recommendation letter and entered the Mingte City Engineering College.

"It was a shabby school with nothing but the name of a university. I spent all my savings and bribed the leaders of the college. I didn't go to school for a day. After graduation, I went to get a diploma.

"So I got a diploma. The same month I got my diploma, I bribed our brigade captain and became a civilian worker in the city.

"Later, relying on this civilian status and university diploma, I transferred to the group and soon became the executive secretary."

"Without college for a day, can you adapt to a clerical job?"

Borric asked in a low voice.

"Of course I can't adapt,"

Weiken smiled and said, "Not only did I not go to college, I didn't go to elementary school, middle school, or high school. Only my cheap mother taught me some words when she was alive.

"But there is no way. I can only work during the day and study overtime at night. I only sleep two or three hours a day. However, the content of the clerical work is not too complicated. If I really don't know how to do it, I will pay my colleagues to do it for me, so I can't do it for me. No one doubts me,

"This kind of day is very short, and I quickly mastered most of the knowledge. I am no different from other colleagues, and I even do better than them."

"You're desperate."

Borrick said slowly.

"The day I left here, I made the decision to make money, make a lot of money,"

Weiken looked up at the turning point ahead, raised his finger and said, "Go left."

"Then after you became famous, did you come back here?"

Borrick asked hoarsely, "Look at those 'neighbors' of yours?"

"Of course I came back,"

Wiken whispered, "It was probably five or six years after I left. I hadn't gotten a college diploma at that time, but I was doing pretty well. I returned to the streets. By that time, the people in the streets had changed. It's seventy-seven or eighty-eight.

“Before, my cabin was occupied by another person. I dragged him out and beat him up. The drunkard’s house was also occupied by someone else, so I beat him up too.

"Then I learned from that person that after the drunkard became lame, he lost his original job and no one wanted him as a temporary worker. He had no money to buy alcohol, so he stole other people's alcohol. He was beaten so hard that he couldn't leave several times. road.

"About the winter two years after I left, he froze to death at the door of his house. He said he drank too much, caused trouble, and was beaten. He crawled home, passed out drunk at the door, and froze to death.

"The neighbors called the scavenger and the scavenger dragged his body away."

"There was no one you knew on that street at that time?"

Borric asked.

"Basically no more,"

Wicken held a cigarette in his mouth, looked ahead, and said slowly, "People in this place change frequently, die quickly, and some can no longer live in it, so they move.

"There was only one child left on that street, about the same age as when I left. Counting that, he was the alcoholic's nephew. Not long after the alcoholic's death, his parents also died in a factory accident, so he was the only one left. , I took him away,

"He wanted to recognize me as his brother. I was unwilling at first, but then I acquiesced."

He sighed, with a hint of the smile of an elder recalling an outstanding junior, "This guy is good, he works hard, he dares to work hard, and he is as ruthless as me.

"I didn't reveal the relationship between us, I just gave him a hand secretly, but combined with these, he was promoted very quickly."

"How is he now?"

Borrick asked, "With your status, I'm afraid he is now in a high position in Note Intelligence, among the group of executives who were arrested?"

"Dead, long dead,"

Wicken took a drag on his cigarette and said calmly under Borrick's doubtful eyes, "He eventually became the head of the security force. Because he was not in a good position to protect the CEO, he committed suicide out of fear of crime."

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