I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 309
The streets of Wudu are a bit bleak.

The fallen leaves on the corner of the street do not need to be cleaned, only a gust of wind is needed, and they can be rolled up into the sky, spinning continuously, and flying to nowhere.

Most people on the street are in a hurry. Since the Great Depression, people's faces have always been numb, which is the trace left by the suffering in the world, like an exposed scar, which is particularly eye-catching.

On the corners and alleys, there will always be some loafers, wearing some old clothes, sweeping the street back and forth with their eyes, as if they are looking for something.

In a dark alley, a few locals held paper bags in their hands, and the paper bags contained low-quality bottles of alcohol, not even the worst rum, and their income was only worthy of this alcohol.

They were sharing drinks, cursing and complaining, and when they got excited, they spit and waved their arms,

"Jobs are becoming more and more difficult to find. Even the jobs at the docks are full of people rushing to do them!"

"Mary asked me today when I would be able to drink milk, and I was almost sold blood."

"If you want me to say, those idlers in the south, one counts as one, they should all die!"

One of them stuck his neck and was very emotional,
"They took our jobs, our women, our everything! What were they doing when our ancestors bled for this country? Now they are the masters of the country? Joke!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present became excited.

"That's right! While we were eating sawdust, those southern gentlemen were washing their feet with milk!"

"We lost everything during the Great Depression. Not only did the gentlemen in the south not pay taxes, they even received financial subsidies!"

"They are so rich that they refuse to let go of any opportunity, but they are unwilling to make any contribution!"

"Their poor people come to work in the smog, my God, they are rushing to do a job that costs 2 penny every 1 hours!"

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Obviously, the people at the bottom of the Wudu City are very angry with the people on Nanhenwumei Island.

On the one hand, the other party really affects their lives.

As the same country, Nanhenwumei Island has a detached status, no matter who it is, it will be unhappy.

On the other hand, the old king was also happy to see the emergence of such remarks, and even secretly fueled the flames.

The two hounds fought each other, and the more fierce the fight, the more secure his seat was.

Transferring contradictions belongs to yes.

Here, no one will curse His Majesty the Wise King.

His Majesty the King's original intention was good, but something went wrong when the subordinates carried it out.

The party ended soon, and everyone prepared to go back to their respective homes, listening to the nagging of their family members, silently facing the doormat.

The wine bottle was in the hands of a man with a peaked cap, and it was his turn to bring the wine today.

One person caught up with him and stuffed him with a vial.

"This is our company's new drug. Mix it with wine and fill it with water. It's powerful!"

The person who gave him the medicine worked as a porter for the umbrella company. In the past, he would never have dared to steal this kind of medicine.

Today, the world has changed.

The porter dared to steal the medicine because the inspection team also stole it.

steal more
Compared with the ones stolen by the inspection team, the ones he brought out by himself are not even a drop in the bucket!
The young man took the vial and saw a line of words on it:

"Alcohol is prohibited while taking this medicine."

The young man asked puzzledly,
"It says no alcohol."

"Isn't that the best hint?"

The porter grinned, raised his eyebrows and said,

"During Prohibition, they also said, don't put grape bricks in water, let alone let it ferment for a while, or it will turn into wine!"

The porter patted his partner on the shoulder and left with a smile.

The young man was dubious, opened the vial, and sniffed it.

No flavor whatsoever.

Out of trust in his companion, he poured the vial into the wine bottle, and got well water to fill the wine bottle.

The young man poured some wine into his palm and fed a stray dog.

After the stray dog ​​drank it, he chased the young man, wanting more.

Seeing that the dog was fine, the young man felt relieved.

He took a sip, and the taste of the wine was very light, no different from water.

But this drink seems to have a magical power!

The young man suddenly became more courageous, straightened his waist, and walked on the street with great strides.

He passed a theater and shouted at the doorman,

"Boy, what are you playing tonight?"

"Tickets are sold out!"

The doorman didn't know how many times he answered, he waved his hand in dissatisfaction, trying to dismiss the annoying guy in front of him.

The person whose face was shrouded in shadow didn't get the answer he wanted, so he asked again,
"What play are you playing tonight?"

His voice was loud and attracted the attention of many people around him.

"Our cousin in Wudu!"

The doorman replied impatiently,

"The tickets are sold out long ago, even if you pay more, you won't be able to get tickets!"

Judging from the other party's clothes, the doorman suspected that even the original price ticket, this gentleman would not be able to afford it. There were four or five patches on his body alone, and there were more unpatched holes than patches!
The young man snorted coldly, turned around abruptly and left, curled up a little, as if he was hiding something in his arms.

While walking, the young man cursed angrily,
"Things that look down on people with a dog's eyes, you southern guy, you even rob our children's jobs in the fog, and you will pay the price sooner or later!"

With that said, the young man turned to the alley, took out the wine bottle from his pocket, and took a sip.

After the second sip of wine, an indescribable feeling came to my heart, which was a feeling young people had never experienced before. This feeling even made him regret that he shouldn't have listened to his companions and put this newly released Drugs and alcohol mixed together.

What if I get too drunk tonight, I can't go to work tomorrow, and the family has to drink northwest wind again?
It's all about the goddamn southerners and their shitty governor
Thinking of this, the disturbed young man involuntarily raised the wine bottle again and took a big gulp, as if this was the only way to relieve the depression in his heart.

one bite, two bites
The stimulation of alcohol has never been stronger, and it does not have the effect that young people expect.

The more he drank, the more irritable he became, the more irritable he became, the more he drank!

Soon, the whole bottle of wine was drunk.

"Damn! This is a week's worth!"

The young man's eyes were red and his temper was extremely grumpy. He smashed the wine bottle in his hand against the wall viciously!

He had never been so irritable and cranky!
The wine bottle was broken into slag on the wall, not only did not vent their emotions, but angered the young man again!

"I can't afford a second bottle! Son of a bitch, why does this shit keep happening to me!"

The extremely angry young man slammed his fist on the wall, and then let out a painful wail, curled up and writhed like a shrimp that had been pulled by a thread.

"Fuck!"

When he smashed the wine bottle earlier, a piece of broken glass got stuck in the crack of the wall, and hit the glass with another punch!

Broken glass smashed into the gap between the two fingers, and the blood stained the palm and the vision at the same time!
This touch of bright red broke the last thread in the young man's mind!
Countless thoughts flooded into his mind, and the emotions amplified by alcohol and drugs made his expression extremely distorted, like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell, roaring a meaningless voice in his throat.

With rage, he rushed to the street and bumped into an old man.

"Watch it! Country people!"

The old man yelled in dissatisfaction, wanting to reprimand him a few words.

He didn't expect that the young man would strike first, growling,
"Take off your coat!"

The old man was a little confused and didn't understand what the other party was talking about.

"Quiet! Come with me to the alley!"

The young man lowered his eyes, and a pistol was exposed from under his jacket, pointing the muzzle at the old man.

The moment he saw the muzzle of the gun, the old man's body stiffened slightly. He regretted it very much. He should oppose relaxing the restrictions on guns!

As a member of the House of Lords, he would have had the opportunity to do so.

The old man didn't choose to call for help. He knew that at such a short distance, if the other party shot him, he would definitely die!
He could only follow the young man's instructions, and slowly walked into the dark alley, whispering,
"If you want money, I have two shillings in my pocket, and I'll give you all."

The old man is a member of the House of Lords, his ancestors were rich, but now he doesn't have that much money, and he has a lot of aristocratic airs.

Everyone else came to the play in a carriage, but he had to walk.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

There was a muffled noise in the alley.

Soon, a young man walks out and makes a beeline for the theater.

The young man, with his right hand in his pocket, was wearing a decent but ill-fitting overcoat, and was holding a VIP ticket.

Since he had a ticket, and it was a VIP ticket, the doorman immediately put on a flattering face.

When entering a theater, for security reasons, a body search is generally required.

But since young people are VIPs, they naturally do not belong to the general category.

His face was indifferent, and he looked ordinary, even a little difficult to approach.

Walking up the stairs, young people don't know what they're doing, it's crazy what's going on tonight!

drinking, robbing, entering the theater, being treated like a VIP
For a moment, the young man felt that his future was over. He would be caught by the security team, locked in a dungeon for the rest of his life, tortured for the rest of his life, or even sent to the gallows!

For another moment, looking at the champagne being served in front of him, the waiter's compliment made the young man feel elated, as if he was in heaven, standing on the highest throne, overlooking the world.

Countless thoughts were born in his heart, and they burst like bubbles.

And among these amplified emotions, there is a voice that keeps echoing in the young man's mind,
"Damn southerners! Damn southerners"

(End of this chapter)