morning.

The sun rose early from the east, and its golden light shone on the dilapidated, low-rise group houses in the slums. The black rubble and haphazard buildings looked very incongruous.

A group of young and energetic men in the courtyard couldn't sleep in the morning, so they got up very early and hummed songs in the courtyard, washed their faces, brushed their teeth and talked.

Rong Jincheng also woke up early. They had nothing to do during the day. They usually went to the venue to have fun or get together to play cards.

Rong Jincheng doesn't play much, he will find some jobs, which are all black jobs of course.

Today is different. Today he has to go to the state university.

Opening the door, sunlight filled his doorway.

Rong Jincheng stretched out, wearing a white vest, standing by the door with his legs crossed, and casually glanced at the brothers in the yard.

"Third, fifth, please help me do something tonight." He raised his eyes slightly.

The man washing his face looked up at him: "What do you want to do?"

"Help me beat up a woman."

"Hey, beating up a woman? Do you do such immoral things?"

"She is wicked first, why can't I beat her up?" Rong Jincheng said lightly.

"What woman? How did I offend you? How do you want to beat her?"

"Just hit him how you want, just don't hit him on the face. I know, you are the best at fighting and so on. You must understand." Rong Jincheng smiled and said, "I'll treat you all to dinner another day."

"Isn't it bad to hit a woman?" Another boy came over.

"It's not about beating a woman." Rong Jincheng said calmly, "It's about beating up a bitch."

"Is it cheap?"

"Yes, very cheap."

"Xiao Liu, if something happens, you'll be responsible for it."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it, it'll be fine."

"Okay!" Everyone made a gesture, "I'll beat you up tonight."

Rong Jincheng had a leisurely expression on his face, the golden sunlight fell on his black bangs, his hair was a little shiny, and there was a calm and leisurely look in his eyes.

He's not a good person anyway.

Rong Jincheng stood for a while and then went to the room to change clothes.

Several men in the yard laughed and whispered: "Xiao Liu is probably venting his anger on his girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? Became? That college student?"

"It's not possible. How can a female student from a state university like Xiaoliu?"

"What's wrong with Sixth Brother? Our Sixth Brother is very handsome. I think he's more handsome than some popular celebrities, but he's a bit poorer."

"I've seen that female student. She's pretty. I guess there are a lot of people chasing her in the school. Why should she like Xiaoliu? We are all extremely poor."

"Oh, don't mention it. It hurts feelings to mention money."

"It hurts feelings, it hurts feelings."

What they do is hard and tiring menial work. Serious jobs are out of reach for them. The bosses who hire them are also very smart and know that they don't dare to expose their identities or make too big a fuss, so their wages are very low.

It will be even worse if you don't get a job.

Therefore, they can barely support themselves and occasionally find cheap women to play with.

Rong Jincheng changed into a black T-shirt, and his face looked fairer under the sunlight, which was still different from this group of men.

He walked to the sink to wash his face and brush his teeth. His sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, revealing the tattoos on his arms.

However, his tattoo is fake, not tattooed, but pasted.

The boss said that he had to get a tattoo to fool people, so he went and got one. If it really hurt, he wouldn't do it.
Chapter completed!