Left-behind women in Fuzhou

Chapter 19 The Story of Jingrong (6)
We came to the ancestral hall together, and the small ancestral hall was crowded with people.There is a table in the innermost, and behind the table is a statue of Vajra Buddha.King Kong's eyes were wide open, looking extremely powerful.I stood in the corner, wondering what class they were going to be teaching.

The back door of the ancestral hall opened, and an imposing man in a suit and leather shoes walked in.Suddenly there was no sound in the noisy ancestral hall, and everyone raised their heads and looked at him with reverence, like a sunflower looking at the red sun that feeds the growth of all things.I saw that this round of red sun turned out to be a bunch of hairs that I took the tricycle with me just now.

A pinch of hair stood on the steps behind the table, standing like a statue.He said philosophically that there is infinite wealth in the world, and we are the ones who create wealth.Today we have nothing, tomorrow we are millionaires.

Hundreds of people in the audience shouted together, we will get rich, we will be rich, and we will become millionaires.

Yipiao Mao was obviously very satisfied. He smiled slightly, raised his hands, and shouted, our cause is great, and we will make everyone envious.

The people in the audience shouted in unison again, our cause is great, and we will be the envy of all people.

I watched their funny performances, and felt really funny, but they all had pious and respectful faces, as if they were accepting a glorious but arduous task before setting off.They all stood up straight, with their hands clinging to their trousers, and trying to straighten their chests, their faces were so solemn that a layer of rust could be scraped off.Looking at them, I seemed to see the fiery and ignorant era during the Cultural Revolution.

A pinch of hair began to speak out, he said in a very conceited tone, please believe in our great cause.I've only been in our business for two years, but I've already had tremendous gains.Two years ago, I was a small worker, faced with being laid off, penniless; two years later, I was worth tens of millions, bought two villas in Fuzhou, and also owned two luxury cars, a Mercedes-Benz, and a BMW .I also go abroad twice a year for inspection tours.And just now, it was my private driver who drove me to the entrance of the village in my BMW car, and I came to teach everyone.

The crowd in the audience was full of envy.

Fuck you, I cursed fiercely in my heart, you kid came with me on a three-wheeled jumping car that was ventilated on all sides, and the three-wheeled bumps along the way made your kid's bones almost fall apart, what the hell are you doing? BMW.

A handful of hairs was still bragging on the stage, spittle splashed, and the stupid face was full of complacency. During the interval between bragging, he did not forget to raise his arms and shout a few slogans, and these ignorant people in the audience also raised their arms and shouted in unison.

Get rich, get rich, we will get rich, and our career is invincible.they shouted.

A pinch of hair is hypocritical, but the people in the audience are sincere.I suddenly feel deeply sad for these people.They are tools for a pinch of hair, and sadly, they are willing to make such tools.

The most terrible thing is not poverty, but ignorance.Nobuo!
I searched for Jing Rong in the crowd, but the dense crowd of heads blocked my sight. Jing Rong must be here. In this ancestral hall, she was also chanting slogans foolishly, but I don’t know. know where she is.

In the corner of the ancestral hall, I watched a pinch of hairs performing fake and real ones. Looking at these crazy and blindly obedient crowds, I suddenly understood that this is a pyramid scheme, which has been repeatedly banned by the country. People are absorbed in, slowly squeezed out, and then let you deceive other people who don't know the truth.

MLM used to be extremely rampant in the mid-90s, and the state once explicitly canceled it.I thought it was extinct, but I didn't expect that it would revive here with a dead body.

About two hours later, the clamoring "rat meeting" ended, and a bunch of hairs walked out first, passing through the narrow lane that the crowd evaded.He held his head high and held his chest high, like a smug rooster.He walked out of the ancestral hall, walked across the village road, swayed his flashy back, and walked outside the village, looking for his virtual BMW car that didn't exist.

In the entire "Rat Society", only a pinch of hair is sober. He is soberly aware that what they are engaged in is a great shit business, and he just wants to empty the pockets of these poor and pitiful people.And those who are deeply deceived are wearing the emperor's new clothes.

Crowds poured out of the ancestral hall and walked towards each house scatteredly. I stood on the village road and looked around anxiously, but there was no sign of Jing Rong in my sight.I don't know where she is now, but she must be in this village, because I heard from them that today is their weekly "brainwashing meeting", and everyone must participate.

I wandered on the village road, looking at every open courtyard door, every courtyard was very noisy, some were carrying plastic bags ready to go out, and the plastic bags contained cheap cosmetics that were dripping and rattling indiscriminately; Gathered together, arguing about something fiercely, as if in an academic seminar.Under a banana tree, I suddenly saw a familiar figure in old jeans and a red jacket. It was Jing Rong.

I quietly walked up to Jing Rong, Jing Rong raised her head and saw me, her mouth opened wide in surprise. It had been a long time since I had seen her. She was dark and thin, with sorrow condensed between her brows, and her body was thin, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

I said, get out of here, you are pyramid schemes, and pyramid schemes are illegal.

Jingrong said, how come?Together we are like brothers and sisters, we are doing our own business.

I said, what kind of career is this!The lecturer is a liar. The cosmetics you sell in pyramid schemes are all fake and inferior three-no products, which is defrauding consumers.

Jingrong said, how come?Our teacher was invited to give a lecture in Europe last week, and he sent a photo of him to each of us.Jing Rong took out a color photo from her pocket, which she treasured carefully.In the photo, a pinch of hair is standing under the Eiffel Tower in Paris, smiling silly with a stupid and ignorant face.I knew at a glance that the photo was a composite.A pinch of hair is out of proportion to the iron tower.The iron tower is small, but the tuft of hair is protruding, and it is still the upper body.

I said, this is computer-generated, I can make a hundred pictures a day, my background can be placed on the moon, and it can also be placed in a prehistoric society...

I was arguing with Jing Rong when suddenly a few men surrounded me. They pushed me and asked me what I wanted to do, whether I was here to sabotage their great cause, or whether I wanted to "betray".Then, more people surrounded me, they surrounded me, pushing and shoving, all of them were full of righteous indignation, I saw Jingrong trying to squeeze in, but it was useless.I saw her open her mouth but couldn't hear what she was saying.I'm drowned in the raging tide of rage.Then, I saw a bunch of hairs also appearing in the outer circle. I don’t know when he slipped back again. Maybe he just went outside the village to observe the wind direction.

I know it is hard to escape today, surrounded by these fanatical and ignorant crowd, I will inevitably be beaten severely.I pulled out my phone and called 110, over and over, but 110 was busy over and over again.I had no choice but to bluff and talk to myself, and I deliberately amplified my voice so that they could hear it.I almost shouted at the top of my voice, what?You need to send an anti-riot team over, with more than 200 people and five trucks.No need, no need for so many people.What?Come here right away, okay, okay, come here right now.

My voice overwhelmed their clamor, and many of them involuntarily took a step back when they heard my words.I temporarily lifted the crisis.A pinch of hair came forward, followed by several vicious thugs.He stared at me viciously and asked, what on earth are you doing?Say!The few people behind stepped forward and snatched my mobile phone.

I pretended to be calm, raised my head, and folded my hands on my chest.A pinch of hair punched me, and said to the thugs behind, search to see what is on my body.

I secretly complained, it's over, it's over, I still have a press card on me.If they knew that I was a reporter, I would never have left this village alive.

Two thugs held my arms, one on the left and the other on the right. I didn't dare to resist in front of these crazy crowds.I was sweating profusely, but I didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, the sound of police sirens was heard at the entrance of the village. Everyone was taken aback, and I was even more surprised.Following the prestige, a white police car drove straight into the village, with the red light on the roof shining brightly.I yelled loudly on purpose that the riot squad was coming, and there were five truckloads of policemen behind me.The two thugs who were supporting me hurriedly let go of me and fled.The crowd fled in all directions with a bang, like a hornet's nest that had been stabbed with a stick.Just as Yipiao Mao wanted to run away, I hugged him and threw him on the back, knocking him to the ground.Then, pressing on him, tightly stuck his throat.

The police car stopped in the village, and two police officers with live ammunition got out.Then, the police appeared at the entrance of the village on both sides.A policeman yelled with a loudspeaker, "Stand where you are, stand where you are, don't move."The fleeing crowd stopped in panic.

The two policemen who got out of the car walked up to me, and I stood up, and a tuft of hair climbed up to beat the dust on his brand new suit.He lowered his head and slapped earnestly.

A policeman stretched out his hand to hold the hairy head, and suddenly said, Lin Wenhui, we can find you even if you go to the sky.

An imperceptible panic flashed across Yipiao Mao's face, but he immediately calmed down again.He said, who is Lin Wenhui?I am not Lin Wenhui.You are mistaken.

Another policeman took out his handcuffs and pulled him to the police car.A bunch of Mao shouted loudly, I want to protest, do you still talk about human rights?

The policemen who entered from both sides of the village met on the village road. They took out their pistols, and the fanatical pyramid schemers were all silent.

Later, I learned from the arrested policemen that a group of Maos named Lin Wenhui, from Wuyishan City, had pretended to be cadres under the Fujian Provincial Public Security Department and the son of the governor, so that the detainees could be released early and promoted among cadres. In the pretext of providing help during the appointment and dismissal, more than 20 yuan was defrauded in Wuyishan, and the impact was extremely bad.Seriously damaged the public security image and provincial leadership image among the masses.This time, the Fuzhou and Wuyishan public security team cooperated. When they found out that he was engaged in pyramid schemes in Wucuo and began to cheat again, they attacked decisively and captured him in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, I bluffed, but I really waited for the police to come.

In this MLM organized by Yipiao Mao, Yipiao Mao and his downline charged 1000 yuan each, and provided them with "cosmetics" whose labels were all in foreign letters and had no idea what was inside.A pinch of hair is still online, and it is said that the online is in Guangzhou.

Hundreds of pyramid schemers dispersed after being educated by the police.They rushed to heaven and earth, too late to regret.

I brought Jingrong back to Fuzhou.

Jingrong said that one day a month ago, she was walking on the street when a woman with a face as white as a shroud stopped her and tried to recommend a new cosmetic to her.Said that that kind of cosmetics are extremely cheap, if they are sold in shopping malls, the price will at least double.That tongue can turn straw into gold, and Jing Rong was moved by her words, so he spent 1000 yuan to buy the product, joined the "mouse club", and became a member of the pyramid scheme.

1000 yuan is an extremely huge expense for Jingrong who sets up a street stall at night.

Jingrong is still setting up a street stall at Dongjiekou.The difference is that she has moved from the overpass to under the overpass. In front of the post office building under the overpass, there are more than a dozen women in a row, squatting on the ground, with various children's toys and girls' accessories in front of them.

Jingrong said that now that a group of urban management has been changed, they are allowed to set up a unified stall, and they no longer have to hide in Tibet like deserters who are being chased.That day, at Dongjiekou, Jing Rong said to me.There is a happy smile on her face.There were already two shallow wrinkles on her forehead. When she was talking, she kept wiping the sweat from her forehead with her palm.

She is still a child, just like Ah Qing.Ah Qing was in college at that time, youthful and lively, but she had already shown her old age from her actions to her speech.Destiny really changes people. Jing Rong, who has experienced too many hardships in life, has experienced vicissitudes that are not commensurate with her age.

My heart is full of deep pity.Girls like Jingrong do not have high requirements for life. They enter the city with the lowest attitude, and only ask to have a job and be able to survive. We have no reason to reject them.

I asked her about her daily income, and Jingrong said that she can earn about 20 yuan a day, which is very satisfying compared to those who do not have a job.

When I asked about her husband, Jing Rong immediately smiled. She said that her husband found a job cleaning a Chinese restaurant in Israel, and the salary was very good.She is waiting for her husband to come back.After the husband comes back and pays off the debt, they will open a small shop, store or restaurant, and life will be better in the future.

She looked at me with longing and joy all over her face.

However, she did not wait until the day when her husband came back.After her husband came back, she went to another world.

When I was interviewing, I often passed by Dongjiekou, and every time I saw Jingrong, who was setting up a stall under the hot sun, I felt a little guilty.In that hotel in Fu'an, eastern Fujian, she told me about the traps and traps set by "Biaohui", and saved me from disaster.But I couldn't find a satisfactory job for her.

I once called Fang Ting, and I wanted Jing Rong to follow her to learn how to be a medical agent.I imagined that there would be a day when Jingrong would entertain relatives and friends in the best restaurants in Fuzhou like Fang Ting, and like her, Jingrong would also have fashionable clothes that could be updated constantly.However, Fonteyn said she has not been a pharmaceutical agent for a long time.The medical sector in Fuzhou has been rectified, and the medicines of each hospital can only be purchased from the channels designated by the government.She is looking for another way to make money.Now she can only sit and eat, very anxious and anxious.

It turns out that life is not easy for everyone.

I started to face my job well, and worked harder.If I really lose my job one day, I will either sit and eat or set up a street stall like Fang Ting and Jing Rong.

I started a life like a spinning top, busy and fulfilling.

One afternoon, I suddenly received a call from Jingrong.Before that, Jing Rong never called me, even in her most difficult time.

That day, I was riding a bicycle on the street for an interview when the phone rang suddenly and hurriedly.Jing Rong yelled at me on the phone, and I was baffled.I don't know how Jingrong, who has always been gentle, can be like this, she is full of filth like a shrew.

She said, I was going to marry you, but you are too stingy, so hurry up and transfer 1 yuan to my savings card. After receiving the money, I will travel to Guilin and marry you...

Then, she reported a series of numbers, saying that it was the card number of China Construction Bank.

I just wanted to ask her why, but she hung up the phone.

I called the strange mobile phone number, but no one answered the ring.Call again, the phone is turned off.

Jingrong's uncharacteristic phone call made me puzzled. Why she did this? She never borrowed money from me. I never said that I would marry her, let alone travel to Guilin, and she never She didn't insult me, what happened to her?
I want to see her, confront her face to face, I am a little annoyed.I rode my bicycle all the way to Dongjiekou, but there was no Jing Rong in front of the Post and Telecommunications Building.A woman in her 40s who often sells disc cases here told me that two young women, Jingrong and Liangwai, left this morning with a fat man who looked like a boss. I heard that they were going to work together in Xiamen.

I stood on the side of the street thinking hard, not knowing where Jing Rong is now.Suddenly, I realized that Jing Rong might be in danger.

I dialed the number of Chen Kai, who lived in a shared apartment with me in those days. Chen Kai was my colleague and a well-known sports reporter across the country.I explained the content of Jingrong's phone call.We met downstairs at the newspaper office to discuss countermeasures.

Chen Kai said, she said she would go to Guilin to travel and get married with you, so is she going to Guilin?

It dawned on me.We hurriedly took a taxi to Fuzhou Railway Station.The conductor said that the train bound for Guilin will enter the station in half an hour.

Chen Kai and I looked for Jingrong at the train station. From the waiting room to the ticket office, from the square outside the station to the platform inside the station, there was no sign of Jingrong.We looked at everyone who was approaching and passing each other, everyone who gathered together to chat and squat in the corner thinking, but there was still no Jing Rong.As the minutes passed, would Jing Rong not come to the train station, or would she not be in Fuzhou at this moment.I looked at the phone over and over again, but the phone never called again.I dialed the unfamiliar number again, but the phone was still turned off.

We were sweating profusely.

It was only 3 minutes before the train entered the station, the fence gate leading to the platform had been opened, and the staff began to cut tickets.People flocked to the fence gate in a panic, those carrying luggage, those carrying burdens, and those with bare hands, all running and crowded, I gave up my last hope.We walked towards the gate of the waiting room, filled with anxiety and disappointment.

However, at this moment, I saw Jingrong walk in the gate, she was still wearing the same jeans and red jacket, and two men were holding her hand, one on the left and the other on the right.And behind her, there are two women who set up a street stall with Jingrong at Dongjiekou. I have seen them before.Beside them were four men who threatened them from left to right.

I quietly said to Chen Kai, hurry up and call the police.Then, I walked up to them.Jing Rong saw me, and sparks of excitement flashed in his eyes.I pretended not to see it, and collided violently with a man who was pulling Jingrong.The man stared at me fiercely and cursed, looking for death.Then he pulled Jingrong and ran forward.

I yelled loudly, you hit me, is it reasonable?do not go.I grabbed his sleeve.Suddenly caught a glimpse of a long dagger pinned to his waist.

(End of this chapter)