Mo Yang

Han Mo adjusted his comfortable posture, and without Qiao Yang asking questions, he began to speak: "Okay, it's time for Fox Mo to tell a story. What I'm going to tell today is a story about a fool who was ruined by an MLM organization."

"Six months ago, I got up in the morning to buy breakfast at the intersection. When I passed a small wood next to me, I saw a young man wandering there. You know I have a good memory, especially good at recognizing faces. I recognized him two days ago. He spent the day surfing the Internet at Moyang Internet Cafe, and cried wildly in front of the computer for a long time.

"Out of curiosity, I stopped to see what he was up to, and saw him stack a few bricks under a crooked-neck tree and throw a hemp rope over the branch, apparently intending to hang himself.

"This grove is right next to my Internet cafe. If someone committed suicide there, the police will definitely come to inquire about the situation. It is very dangerous for us liars to come to the door, even if they come to investigate other cases. So I walked up to the young man and asked him why he committed suicide. If I could persuade him, I would try to persuade him.

"The young man cried loudly in front of me, saying that his name was Ji Fuchang, and that his family was ruined by the MLM organization.

"He was born in a rural area, and his parents spent a lot of money to pay for him to go to college. After graduation, he went to work as a manager in a medium-sized factory in Zhoucheng. A sum of medical expenses. Ji Fuchang borrowed money everywhere, but the money he collected could only last for a month or two, which was not a long-term solution. When he was forced to do nothing, Ji Fuchang asked his classmates and friends to help him find another part-time job. At this time, one of his high school classmates called him and said that Guancheng had a high-paying job, and he was hype. "

When Han Mo said this, he took out two cans of beer from under the coffee table, gave Qiao Yang a can, opened it himself, took a sip, and continued:

"You met Ji Fuchang just now. He is greedy by nature and has low vision. In addition, he was anxious to spend money at that time. He thought that his ancestors had accumulated virtue and the pie fell on his head. He ran to Guancheng without much thought. He fell into the pit of Internet marketing. The person who interviewed him at the time happened to be Cai Zijie.

"Different from you, Ji Fuchang was quickly brainwashed in the MLM organization. Not only did he feel no guilt about cheating his relatives and friends, but he was eager to try it, thinking that it would make more money than working in a factory. In order to join the MLM organization, he even asked his parents They bought a sum of money and lied to them that they were doing business with their friends, and they could earn back the 5000 yuan soon.

"After joining the organization, Ji Fuchang quickly developed to the point where two of his subjects became D-class, and when he was about to make persistent efforts, the high school classmate who tricked him into switching 'houses' with him.

"Completely different from Ji Fuchang, who is like a fish in water, his high school classmates are in a bad state of mind. He is still an E-level, and he is always worried about cheating his old classmates. He wants to quit the organization and advises Ji Fuchang to take advantage of the trap Don't go deep and stop as soon as possible. Ji Fuchang did not listen to the persuasion, but reported the other party's "negative emotions" to Cai Zijie, and since then, he has never seen that classmate in the organization again."

"Damn it," Qiao Yang couldn't help but swear when he heard this, "Ji Fuchang isn't a good thing in itself, he's just a dog's leg who is working for a tiger."

"Yeah, he is not a good person, so he suffered retribution." Han Mo took another sip of wine, "Ji Fuchang has been in the organization for more than half a year, and he became a C-level in the middle of last year. I earned enough 300 million from the A-level to leave the organization. Unexpectedly, one day the "police" suddenly knocked on the door, arrested them all to the police station, registered their information, and forced them to spit out all the money they cheated in the organization. They were then escorted to the train station and forced to return to their respective hometowns.

"Ji Fuchang came home penniless, but he never forgot about Internet marketing. He was going to go home to see his mother, and then asked his family for some travel expenses to go back to Guancheng to start again. Unexpectedly, he saw his mother's portrait as soon as he entered the house. It turned out that half a year ago, in order to raise the 5000 yuan for their son, the old lady secretly stopped the medicine for herself, and gave her son all the money for medical treatment and nutrition to start a business. Three months later, the old lady disappeared, and the old man took care of it. The son was "busy with business and couldn't get distracted and couldn't go home", so he concealed the news of his wife's death.

"Losing his old mother, Ji Fuchang lay on the ground in front of the memorial tablet and cried bitterly, vowing to work harder to let his old father live a better life. He took some money from home, returned to Guancheng, and wandered all over the street trying to find Cai Zijie and continue to follow him on the Internet. Marketing, pressing the road like a madman.

"It is said that Guancheng is so big that it is very difficult to find someone, but perhaps it was fate. One day, Ji Fuchang saw Cai Zijie sitting in a fast food restaurant eating. He was so excited that he wanted to go in to say hello when he crossed the road. Only then did I realize that he was not eating alone, and there was a very familiar person sitting across from him: it was the head of the 'police' who knocked on the door to arrest people.

"No matter how stupid a person is, he should realize that something is wrong. Ji Fuchang hid immediately, and after the two of them finished eating, he followed Cai Zijie to find his new den. For the next period of time, he went to squat downstairs of Cai Zijie every day. He has a good relationship with the head of the 'police' and meets him often. He tried to follow the 'policeman' to his office, only to find that the man did not work in a serious police station at all, and he was not dressed like a regular policeman at all. The clothes, but a set of black uniforms. These people are the so-called 'city security coordinators', the locals call 'black skins', a group of gangster-like coordinators unique to Guancheng. The right to maintain order has no law enforcement power at all—of course, there is no right to seize other people's bank card deposits or "send" them back to their hometowns.

"After following Cai Zijie for a month, Ji Fuchang saw with his own eyes that he colluded with 'Heipi' to run three MLM dens, and he finally understood Cai Zijie's routine: he took his two lackeys Gu De and Sun Changming, and pretended to be a network agent. The middle-level managers of marketing this MLM organization set up small dens one after another to trick newcomers into the MLM organization and use them to continuously cast a net to catch new victims. Once these newcomers mature and are promoted to C-level or higher, according to If the so-called "Internet Marketing Operation Rules" wants to extract more commissions, he will directly find a 'black skin' to pretend to be a policeman to take down the den, and also rob the members of the organization's savings, and drive them out of Guancheng."

"It's really despicable." Qiao Yang commented, taking a sip of wine, "It's wicked enough to engage in pyramid schemes, but what Cai Zijie did is even more wicked. Believe it or not, he will definitely pay the price! Ji Fuchang must be mad Bar."

"Yes, he's really mad." Han Mo pouted, "He plans to get revenge on Cai Zijie, get back the 5000 yuan his mother gave birth to with his life, and of course the things he got in the organization... right here At that time, bad news came. Several classmates who were deceived by him into network marketing were sent back to Ji Fuchang's home after being sent back to their hometown by "Black Skin". Ji Fuchang's father heard that his son was doing such a wicked thing outside He was so angry that he had a heart attack and passed away.

"Ji Fuchang was terrified. He rushed home without taking revenge. Finally, he saw his father for the last time and confessed everything to him. Before his father died, his father held his hand tightly and forced him to swear that he would never take revenge on Cai Zijie again. Never do anything illegal or criminal... die with peace.

"Both his parents were indirectly killed by the MLM organization and himself. For Ji Fuchang, his hometown is already a sad place. He simply buried his parents and then came to Guancheng again. He knew that the enemy was nearby but he couldn't stab him a few times to make himself happy. , wanted to go through legal procedures to consult a lawyer online, but the lawyer told him that the law might not be able to punish Cai Zijie, even if he could be sentenced, since the circumstances were not serious, the sentence would be relatively light. After Ji Fuchang got the result, he roared in pain in the Internet cafe and rushed out the door After wandering around the city for a few days, I finally decided to understand myself and go to Huangquan for a family reunion...

"On that day, he met a very curious liar."

Han Mo probably finished talking about how he met Ji Fuchang, and the beer in his hand also ran out.He put the empty soda can on the coffee table, stretched his body, leaned his head against the back of the sofa, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were cloudy, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand childishly, and muttered softly: "Sleepy."

"You're sleepy at this time..." Qiao Yang wondered, seeing Han Mo rubbing his forehead on the sofa and closing his eyes, he hurriedly pushed him: "Hey, don't sleep yet, you haven't finished talking yet! What is your plan? What's going on, why did you get me involved?"

Han Mo patted Qiao Yang willfully, which meant: don't make noise.

Qiao Yang was angry and funny, looked at him for a while, and suddenly understood: "I said Ah Mo, you must be drunk, right?"

"Hmm..." Han Mo murmured half asleep.

Qiao Yang snorted. When he recalled his college days, he seemed to have never seen Han Mo touch wine... Most boys would bring some beer back from the supermarket from time to time, and drink a couple of bottles when playing games or chatting and playing cards at night, but most of Han Mo Time to drink only plain water or tea.It was quite a maverick thing, but Qiao Yang and the others never thought it was strange. After all, in their hearts, Han Mo was always different from their stinky boys. The essence of the sun and the moon can't be overstated... Although no one said it directly, Qiao Yang knew that Han Mo was definitely the male god who killed both men and women in their class.

But the boy who was so immortal and so otherworldly in his memory...has transformed into a scheming liar.Qiao Yang sighed in a complicated mood, resting his chin to observe Han Mo's red sleeping face, and thought to himself: "How should I put it, although I still have suspicions about your various actions in the MLM organization, but I heard about Ji Fuchang's actions. After confirming that your starting point is justice and kindness, I feel a big stone in my heart has fallen to the ground.”

After drinking the last two sips of beer in the beer can, Qiao Yang stretched his waist, adjusted his posture, hugged Han Mo horizontally, and sighed with emotion in a low voice: "This kid is really thin... he is only two years shorter than me. Centimeters, hands are definitely 10 catties lighter than mine, and the food I ate has grown to my heart's eye." He hugged Han Mo and strolled around the bed, and decided that a certain gray bed sheet belonged to Han Mo, approached him and put him down, giving The drunk takes off his shoes, his socks, his trousers and his jacket.

A certain drunk fell asleep quite peacefully, but he didn't respond when he was helped to take off his shirt.

Qiao Yang was sweating profusely as he waited on him, thinking brokenly in his heart: "This is the kind of person who is said to have a super good wine and sleeps when he is drunk? Unexpectedly, Han Mo's drinking capacity is so bad... Hey, don't say it all Speak the truth after drinking, let me try it." So he leaned over to Han Mo's ear and called him in a low voice: "Ah Mo, Ah Mo?"

"Hmm..." Han Mo frowned, turned over and buried his face in the pillow.

Qiao Yang didn't let him go, poked him on the shoulder and asked him, "Do you like bitter melon juice?"

"No, it's so hard..." Han Mo snorted, smacking his lips childishly.

Qiao Yang couldn't help laughing. Whenever Han Mo got sick in college, he would drink bitter gourd juice by himself.Qiao Yang kept asking him: "Can you drink it so bitter?" Han Mo always said calmly: "I can drink it, and I quite like it." Hahaha, I knew you were pretending!He thought for a while, and then asked, "Qiao Yang is handsome, are you handsome?"

"I... I am the most handsome..." Han Mo said confidently with his eyes closed.

Qiao Yang raised his eyebrows, thinking that you are quite narcissistic, brat!He finally asked: "Mo Yang... Who came up with the name of your gang? What does it mean? Does it have anything to do with Qiao Yang?"

"Hmm..." This question is a bit complicated for a sleeping drunk. Han Mo was silent for a long time, until Qiao Yang thought he was fast asleep, and was about to give up and leave before he said softly, "To be infected in a world as dark as ink Black...but still radiating warmth and guiding...sun..."

Qiao Yang pondered for a while by the bed, his expression became rare soft, he reached out his hand to gently smooth Han Mo's hair, said: "Good night, little fox." He turned and walked away to choose a bed for himself.

Following Qiao Yang's footsteps, Han Mo, who was supposed to be asleep, opened his eyes. His eyes were clear, his mind was clear, and with a smile on his lips, he said silently: Good night, little sun.

The author has something to say: I just hugged and took off my clothes without kissing.

No!

Han Mo (rolling helplessly): ...idiot.

Qiao Yang (with a straight face):? ? ?

There is one more tonight!

Happy weekend~