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- Update time: 2012-08-25
Seeing that Hu Dong had taken the bait, Yang Zongbao slapped Hu Dong.
"The funds are very tight." Hu Dong had unknowingly been involved in the enthusiasm for entrepreneurship: "It would be impossible without getting some loans. But you know that getting loans is more difficult than reaching the sky" Hu Dong rambled on. , suddenly realized that he had been talking all the time, and Yang Zongbao did not speak: "Why don't you speak?"
Yang Zongbao smiled: "You agreed?"
"Mom, you are gambling with my job for the rest of my life. But to manage a major surgery department, I am not humble. I am afraid my abilities are not enough." Hu Dong restrained himself.
"Everyone is created from scratch. What are you afraid of?" Yang Zongbao didn't care about this: "What I'm worried about is whether I can complete the high-intensity hospital I want."
"High intensity?" Hu Dong asked.
"We will find an opportunity to discuss these in the future. You can set the conditions for changing jobs yourself, and I agree to them all." Yang Zongbaote said timidly.
"I'll go. You speak nicely and look distressed on your face. I believe you are the only one who is evil. Give as much as you like. Besides, you may not succeed yet." Hu Dong couldn't get used to Yang Zongbao's look. Face.
"You go in first, I'll wait a moment." Yang Zongbao pushed Hu Dong into the box while he smoked outside. It's not that Yang Zongbao's quality is not good, it's that he doesn't have much room to throw cigarette butts. So within half an hour, there was a circle of cigarette butts surrounding Yang Zongbao.
Monk Hua came out: "You didn't go in?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Yang Zongbao took the last puff of his cigarette. He flicked the cigarette butt in his hand in front of Monk Hua. The cigarette butt landed impartially at Monk Hua's feet.
"Let's talk?" Monk Hua made an invitation gesture.
"What's wrong?"
Monk Hua led Yang Zongbao all the way down to the underground. Unexpectedly, the underground floor is a modern and well-decorated office.
The background wall of the desk is covered from floor to ceiling with various wine bottles separated by wooden grids. There is a set of sofas in front of the desk, and in front of it is a wall composed of small plasma screens. There are information about each box on the small screen.
¡°Have a drink.¡± Monk Hua sat down on the sofa and drank to himself. Because Yang Zongbao said not to drink.
Yang Zongbao sat opposite Monk Hua in silence.
The two of them looked at the colorful world on the screen in front of them and felt the various expressions of all living beings.
"You see, humans are really dirty." Monk Hua's eyes were blurry.
"You are also dirty." Yang Zongbao was impatient to deal with marginalized people. I really hate that decadent and pretentious look.
"You are right, I was kicked out of the White Buddha Temple because I was dirty." Monk Hua was completely crazy and somewhat irrational.
Yang Zongbao noticed something was wrong with his expression and knew that this guy had eaten something.
Monk Hua began to talk to himself, mostly cursing society.
Yang Zongbao looked around, found a roll of transparent tape from his desk, and tied Monk Hua to the sofa without moving. The most dangerous situation is when a person takes medicine, and there is no telling what he will do. Sure enough, after a while, Monk Hua began to tremble and foam at the mouth. Yang Zongbao was afraid that he would bite his tongue, so he forced several pens into his mouth. Monk Hua chewed his pen loudly.
Seeing that the flower monk would not suffocate, Yang Zongbao didn't care too much because he couldn't die anyway. Just then Hu Dong called. Yang Zongbao excused himself saying that something happened and stopped going. Anyway, the account had been settled and he could play as he pleased. Hu Dong scolded him for being unloyal and stopped forcing him.
Yang Zongbao looked at Monk Hua who was taking the medicine, and for a moment he felt absurdly safe.
"I smoked again?" Monk Hua began to wake up after forty-five minutes.
"Well, try to avoid K-fans in the future, it's not a good thing." Yang Zongbao could tell what he was playing just by looking at Monk Hua's reaction.
"If you don't eat, how can you live so drunk?" Monk Hua laughed at himself: "You tied me tightly enough. You even put a pencil in my mouth, but you were able to do it."
"If you want to die, eat something powerful. Don't fool me. I'm not a young man who just came out of society. If you hesitate in front of me, save it." Yang Zongbao continued to be sarcastic.
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"It's okay, I'm leaving." Yang Zongbao slipped out of the underground office before Monk Hua opened his mouth.
After Yang Zongbao walked out, the princess who had just been sitting on Monk Hua's lap came in from the outside.
"Master." After the girl helped Monk Hua untie him, he knelt down in front of Monk Hua.
"How do you think I should punish you?" Monk Hua stood up and walked away.?The wine rack moved the wine bottles in a certain grid in the middle. The wine rack suddenly opened on both sides in front of Monk Hua. It is full of S and M tools. The flower monk casually took out a whip, turned around and slapped the princess on the back.
The princess was immediately slapped down and her chest was pressed tightly to the ground, trembling slightly.
The flower monk took off one shoulder sleeve, revealing his hands full of tattoos of flowers from the other side. Monk Hua held the whip with his bare hand. The whip was flying, blood was splashing everywhere, and the princess's back was soon covered in spots. But she didn't let out a groan of pain.
Finally, the torture stopped. The flower monk was very satisfied with the gorgeous flowers he made: "Go down."
The princess slowly struggled to get up from the ground. She almost fell to the ground again several times, but luckily she withstood it because she knew what would happen if she fell.
"It's for you." Monk Hua casually threw a bunch of money on the coffee table. The princess collected the money without talking nonsense, lowered her head and limped out of the basement. When she opened the door and went out, she found Yang Zongbao standing with one leg on the side and one foot on the wall: "Do you need my help?"
"Thank you." The princess also has dignity.
Yang Zongbao did not force it and shrugged.
The princess quickly passed by Yang Zongbao, but after taking a few steps, she suddenly turned back and said, "Are you short of a nurse?"
Yang Zongbao narrowed his eyes and looked at her.
"You know, there is no airtight wall in the world, and you didn't avoid others when you spoke." The princess said stubbornly.
"You want to come? But it will take a few years." Yang Zongbao was a little curious about the princess.
"Well, I still need to work here for a few more years to pay off the debt."
"I understand. This is my QQ number. If you are free, come to me. Just pass the exam." Yang Zongbao wrote down a string of numbers for the princess.
The princess had no other nonsense. After taking it, she left decisively.
Yang Zongbao unexpectedly felt that the princess¡¯ bloody back was very strong
Quietly the door opened a crack, and unexpectedly an eyeball appeared. Even though Yang Zongbao was such a bold person, he was still shocked.
The door was opened, and Monk Hua opened his clothes. His strong body was covered with Bianhua flowers. There were countless skeletons hidden among the Bianhua flowers, looming and terrifying.
"You have a good figure." Yang Zongbao really had nothing to say. The flower monk is really well-dressed in flower embroidery. Although it is a tattoo, it is lifelike. There is absolutely no one in China who can do this.
"Come in." Monk Hua didn't say much and made way for Yang Zongbao.
Yang Zongbao had no choice but to go in.
After entering, I discovered that all the scenes here had been changed. The wine rack behind the desk is gone, replaced by a series of tattoos. From Yang Zongbao's professional perspective, these tattoos were peeled off real people.
"Yes, these are all pulled from real people. But they are all from dead people. They are all made by the same person, but the strange thing is that as long as it is his work, no one with tattoos will It will end well. The flower embroidery all over my body was also his last work before his death." Hua Monk looked at these tattoos in fascination, completely immersed in them.
??Perhaps each piece of human skin tattoo work feels alive because it is connected with people. But because it is closely related to the dead, it is filled with despair.
"Which country are you from?" Yang Zongbao discovered at this time that there was something wrong with the grammar of Monk Hua's speech.
"Country r."
"What does the person who tattooed you have to do with you?"
"She is my lover."
"How did you die?"
"A car accident. This last human skin tattoo is hers."
Under the guidance of Monk Hua, Yang Zongbao saw a butterfly tattoo. The area of ??the butterfly is not large. Judging from the size and thickness of the skin, it should be tattooed on the back of a girl's hand. There are almost no pores visible on the skin.
"What are you telling me for?" Yang Zongbao was puzzled.
"I don't know, maybe it's because I feel that you and I are the same kind of people. We are both despairing people with no emotion at all."
"You praise yourself too much. I am different from you. You are a pervert and I am not." Yang Zongbao didn't know why he was talking nonsense to him here. He just wanted to verify the identity of the dead old monk. Why bother to compare himself with this pervert? Toss them together. Yang Zongbao had always heard that people from Country R were mentally defective, but Yang Zongbao didn't take it seriously. He didn't expect that the two people from Country R that he personally came into contact with were both well-deserved.
"I know you want to know the identity of my master. I can tell you, but??You also have to do something for me. "Monk Hua slowly took off his clothes and stood naked in front of Yang Zongbao. Yang Zongbao looked disgusted, but was amazed at the beauty of the tattoo. It turned out that Monk Hua was covered with skulls from ankles to wrists. Bianhua. Bianhua stretches her figure wantonly on Hua Monk's body, and is extremely beautiful: "Master said, you can give me a reason to live, so I have been waiting for you. Now you only need to give me a reason, and I will tell you the true identity of the master and commit myself to being a slave. "
Yang Zongbao really had a headache at this time. What trouble had he gotten into?
Yang Zongbao put the wine bottle on the coffee table in his arms and walked around to the other end of the office, where there was a surf bathtub. Yang Zongbao poured all the wine into the bathtub. Then I followed the direction in my memory and found the switch on the wall, and successfully got the wine rack back. Bottles were smashed on the edge of the bathtub, and the wine and glass shards were pushed into the bathtub.
He didn't remember how many bottles of wine he had smashed. Yang Zongbao only saw that the bathtub was full, and then he picked up the whip on the ground. He hooked the whip around Monk Hua's neck, dragged him to the edge of the bathtub, and kicked him on the ground. belly and kicked him into the bathtub. Without even giving him a chance to breathe, he pinned him under the drink.
Monk Hua struggled violently under Yang Zongbao's hand, and the glass slag and the bathtub wall kept making friction sounds. The drink quickly turned red.
Yang Zongbao¡¯s brute strength is rising, and most people really can¡¯t hold him back. It wasn't until he felt that the struggle of the person under his hand was lessened that Yang Zongbao pulled him out of the bathtub: "Do you know why you want to live?" - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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