Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Li Wubin's family was related to the director of the factory next door. Li Wubin was running errands for his father and happened to run into Lan Xiangyang and others making trouble to demand work injury compensation. With all the new and old grudges added together, Li Wubin was not willing to let it go so easily. He immediately had the factory gate closed and the Mongolian Mastiff released.

With the connivance of the factory director, the security guards became Li Wubin's helpers. They captured Lan Xiangyang and others and allowed Li Wubin to tease and play with them.

Li Wubin took out a lighter and lit up their viral hair one by one. The hair sprayed with a lot of styling spray was very flammable. The Shamatte whose hair was on fire screamed in fear, slapped the flames frantically, and rubbed their heads on the concrete floor to put out the fire...

His ugly appearance made Li Wubin and others laugh and mock him.

The workers in the factory heard the shrill laughter, closed the windows, and continued to do their repetitive mechanical labor in silence.

Ji Shumiao and his sister sat in the car, watching the bullying through the car window and the fence.

Ji Shumiao couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine. Seeing the mastiff tearing the colorful cockscomb's calf into a bloody mess, she couldn't help but rush out. Faster than her were Ji Shulang,

The security guard was a smart guy. He knew the two men's car and naturally guessed their identities and let them in immediately.

"Hey, what brings you here?" Li Wubin said happily, "You've come just in time to see how these people reap what they sowed."

"What's the point of bullying this group of people? Let me tell you, my family got some tickets for the opening ceremony of the Olympics..." Ji Shulang smiled and put his arm around his shoulders and walked away, looking back at Ji Shumiao.

The flamboyant Shamatte guys, with burnt hair, squatted dejectedly on the concrete floor, surrounded by security guards.

Ji Shumiao walked up to Lan Xiangyang and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Lan Xiangyang spat at her, rolled his eyes and turned away, refusing to answer.

Ji Shumiao looked at the saliva on her skirt and frowned in disgust. Immediately, a security guard stepped forward and raised the electric baton in his hand.

"Ah——" Ji Shumiao screamed, stomping his feet in frustration and said, "Get them out! Get out! Get out of my sight right now!"

Li Wubin ran over immediately after hearing the voice: "What's wrong? What happened? Did they bully you? Brother Bin will help you..."

Ji Shumiao was still screaming unreasonably, asking them all to get out.

"Okay, okay!" Li Wubin agreed quickly, and with a ferocious look on his face, he and the security guards drove them all out.

Li Wubin happened to meet the policemen at the gate. He was not afraid. He handed them cigarettes calmly and called them uncle. "They are just a few thugs who came to extort money. I didn't expect to alarm you."

"I guess so, but I'm afraid you'll suffer, so I came to take a look."

Li Wubin chatted and laughed with the man in police uniform: "Hey, how can I suffer a loss..."

The brother and sister stood not far away, their expressions gloomy.

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The next day, Ji Shumiao went out early in the morning without calling Ji Shulang. He only asked the driver to follow him and did not return home until dark. As soon as he returned home, he locked himself in the room and did not eat dinner.

"Miaomiao?" Brother Lang knocked on her door. Seeing no answer, he cleared his throat and sang: "Little bunny, open the door~"

Before anyone could make any noise, Brother Lang changed the song: "Let's learn to meow together, and meow together~ in you..."

Ji Shumiao opened the door, turned around and walked inside without even looking at him, then lay down on the small sofa, remaining silent.

Ji Shulang closed the door, pulled a chair over and sat down next to her: "What's the matter? My eldest lady."

Ji Shumiao said in frustration: "Brother, do you know the curse of knowledge?"

"I don't know. Tell me about it." Ji Shulang sat back in his chair, his chin resting on the back of the chair, looking at her.

Once you know or learn something, it is hard to imagine what it would be like not to know it. Our knowledge "curses" us, giving us a sense of superiority, making us look down on those who do not know this knowledge, and losing the desire to share knowledge and explore how they live.

Our cognition and knowledge form our own world. We live in that narrow world. The scary thing is that we think that is the whole world.

Ji Shumiao sighed after explaining, "I took it for granted that those people with flamboyant and weird hair that looked like virus structures, like the two rainbow people before, were all arrogant and ignorant. But in fact, I was the arrogant and ignorant one."

"Today I went to see Lan Xiangyang, the guy with hair like blue sunflowers. I gave him 500 yuan and asked him to take me to find those Shamatte. I wanted to see what kind of people they are."

They are a group of people who dropped out of school at about the same age as Langge or himself. They came to the city from the isolated countryside and became machines on the assembly line, sitting in cramped and dim workstations, doing mechanical and repetitive labor.

They sort products and process parts, starting work at dawn and leaving get off work late at night, doing high-intensity repetitive work for extremely low wages.

Some people have to stick 20,000 labels every day; some people only receive calls from their families at the end of the month when they get their salary; some people have their deposits withheld by their bosses, and even have their relatives who introduced them to the factory take kickbacks; some people under the age of 20 have already had their hearing severely damaged by the factory noise; some people work in toxic factories without any protection...

They live in a cage, survive like an ant colony, and lead a repetitive and hopeless life. Doing hair is their outlet for venting their boring life and depressed mood. Playing Shamatte is just to find a spiritual outlet for their impoverished life.

They crave attention and a sense of security from the outside world, so they gather together and use weird hairstyles to package themselves to look cooler, making themselves look different, like people who are not easily bullied, and like people who are not easily destroyed. Just like a small animal, when it encounters a threat, it will stand up its hair and bluff to make itself look hard to mess with.

The Shamatte group is composed of a group of peers with extremely poor living conditions and low cultural quality.

If Ji Shumiao hadn't seen Li Wubin's behavior yesterday, he wouldn't have thought about how they live? Why do they live like this?

She sat in the car, neither cold nor hot, nor tired. She used to see the suffering of the world outside the car window, but in just these few months, she became arrogant and stupid.

The state of mind when I swore an oath in front of General Ji’s statue a year ago has become extremely vague, and the memory is so distant that it seems like something that happened in my previous life.

Today she can say things like “the poor have no dignity”, and tomorrow she will be able to sit in the glass cocoon built by herself and the people around her and say as a matter of course that “79 yuan is too expensive”.

Stupidity and ignorance are evil, as are arrogance and meanness, and they can easily give rise to cruelty.

Ji Shumiao shed tears of guilt and regret for his stupidity and arrogance.

"Don't be sad, just remember it in the future." Ji Shulang reached out and wiped away her tears. "Go out and eat something. Grandma and the others are very worried about you."

"Yeah." Ji Shumiao nodded obediently.