Indeed, I’m dragging a little girl, look like am going to work in the south. At least I can’t be a policeman.

He immediately opens his arms to welcome me, laughing to take the bag in my hand, I extend my arm to stop him, smile and say: “Please take more care of us.”

“You’ve joined us. We’ll all be one family in future!” He’s laughing, and a woman immediately coming over to hold Dorra, intentionally saying in a deliberately high voice with the fake smile: “Ouch, what a smart girl!”

Dorra looks at her coldly and shrinking her body behind me. The obscene man is wink to that woman immediately. That woman steps aside.

Then we join this group and they are immediately surrounding us. There are two people are seizing the opportunity to instill how to make a fortune. After check the tickets, the whole group go all the way out of the railway station.

Several guys outside are trying to stop us, but then two of their companions stop them with laughter. I can vaguely hear them saying: “These are pyramid sales cheaters, a bunch of field rats, you don’t need to check them.”

Finally, they spit at us far away and scolding: “Damn rats!”

I hear this very clearly, look at the newly-netted guys in the group. Their exciting faces with eyes flashing, and they are dreaming of really to make a fortune. Suddenly I feel pity for them.

Really, I feel they are pityful.

Those hooligans are generally acknowledged by most people to be inferior in quality and uneducated. But even those people know that pyramid sales people are the “rats”. But there are people are desperate to drill into this trap.

Outside the station, a dilapidated van is parked. The body paint has fallen off a lot. The license plate in front is covered with dust, covering one third of the number. It’s not known whether intentional or not.

The obscene man is leading us to the front of the van. The driver is jumpout out of the van and looking at us with triangular eyes. He has an unkind face, but is tring hard to squeeze out a friendly smile, shaking hands with everyone: “How are you!” Then he is looking at our new faces, saying loudly: “Are these the new coming brothers and sisters? Welcome! Welcome!”

Then he helps us enthusiastically carry the luggages onto the van.

Originally only six seats van has been plugged ten people, coupled with everyone’s luggage. Sitting inside, people attach to people, extremely close with human breath, the van just likes a big sardine tin.

I don’t speak anything. We’re still near the railway station. I dare not to leave now. I’ve decided to wait until safe to leave.

It’s the first time I’ve been to GZ city, so I can’t tell the direction. And there is no sun in the sky. Sitting in the van, I just feel that the van has turned several times left and right, and gets more and more remote. I don’t know where it’s driving to.

I can only see that the buildings around are all pretty low. It seems we have reached a old town, and then the van goes down a path and finally stops at the door of a small building, which looks a little better than the others.

The van stalls and a black plume of smoke is coming out from the exhaust pipe. I doubt the van was picked by these cheaters from the garbage collection station. The engine of the van along the way sounds like the roar of a tractor.

Getting out of the van, I look at the building in front of me, feeling somewhat both funny and annoying.

Obviously, this is a very historical building. I even accidentally see a big “pull down” written in white paint on the corner. But most of it was carefully erased, looks vaguely. I look around at the buildings, and the people coming in and out of the low houses are all looking suspicious.

While they are carrying the luggages, I take a few steps to the side and see an address on the portal beam of a house. But the address was also brushed. It’s only after a long time that the paint on it has fallen off. I can see what the address is after half a careful look and half a guess.

Then I follow the crowd into the building, which surprised me! This place looks like a dilapidated building from the outside, but it was well decorated inside. A copper signboard hangs in a very conspicuous place, on which was written: “WC company”. The hall is not big, but because the walls are inlaid with mirrors, the space looks much more deserted. The floor is actually made of marble, though it’s the cheapest kind.

There’re some people in the hall are slouching around lazily. But when they see us coming in, they’re moving one after another, no longer slouching. They’re queuing up in line, shouting and crowding into the two counters in the hall as if they are in a rush to buy. In addition, there’s a formal front desk. I see an air conditioner beside the front desk! But it’s obviously not opened. I even suspect that the well-known brand air conditioner is probably just a shell there.

A sollow faced girl with a sickly look is standing behind the front desk. As soon as she sees us coming in, she is straightening up and tring to make the most cordial smile: “Hello! Welcome!”

She is wearing a suit of professional dress. But looking at the material, it is obvious off-the-rack. The high-heeled shoes under her feet have faded because they are too old, revealing the black lining. However, they seem to have been carefully daubed with white chalk, at least not so conspicuous.

We go inside and turn into a lounge. Then the obscene man asks everyone to put down the luggage first.

I see some people are waiting here. Some of them are apparently the new lamps too. They look excited with a little expectation, with luggage beside them.

The room is quite large, about the size of a school classroom. There is a small white simple teaching board hanging in front of it. There are paintbrushes under it. There are seven to eight rows of the chairs in the room. At the end, there is a row of sofas which looks very old. The fabric on the sofa has lost its color.

The front desk girl is busily taking out dozens of disposable paper cups and pouring tea for us. I take a look in the paper cup. I doubt if it’s the real tea. It’s more like the leaves of unknown plants.

I look at the room. There are about seven or eight lamps, including me and Dorra. Besides, there are seven to eight cheaters, who are sitting in the back and sides of the room. Every time the obscene man says a word, they just applaud loudly. Driven by this atmosphere, some lamps soon begin to follow blindly.

Because we are all new comers, we can’t tell which ones are new comers and who are the original ones. Anyway, people are blind, seeing others are applauding, and they are also used to applauding after a long time.

Then the obscene man begins to introduce several of their partners, saying that some of the company’s old employees to introduce successful experience.

Then from the back row and two sides of the room, several men and women are standing out in turn.

Anyway, just one word: Lying!

Someone claims to have been unemployed before and how much money they made one year later.

Someone claims to be company employees. After resigning and doing this, they bought a house and a car one year later.

Someone claims to be part-time workers. After doing this, they went to their rural homes built new houses.

The most fucking ridiculous thing is that a guy in a suit comes up and claims to be an owner of a company. He used to earn hundreds of thousands of monies a year, but then he saw that he could make money by doing this. He then shut down the company. As a result, he made a million dollars a year now.

I look at all him from the shoes to suits. Although they are imitations of famous brands, at least passable in appearance. But It’s just that his tone is as stiff as reciting lines, which makes people feel strange.

But a lot of people around are cheering, and the applause is very warm. Those people deliberately throw out numbers, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions.

These figures are intuitively stimulating, and the number of “show-up” routes, though old-fashioned, can still deceive people after all. Moreover, these deceived lamps are selected by them.

Doesn’t that say? “The more monies, the more fools.”

Just as the lamps are flushed with the excitement of a bright future, the obscene man throws out a heavy bomb!

“Now let’s invite Miss Lau, our professional marketing tutor, to start the pre job training for you”

Hearing the sound of high-heeled shoes, a white-collar beauty is coming in from the door. She is petite, dressing in a decent light-yellow professional women’s dress, and her hair easily spreading behind her back. With several books and a folder in her hand, she is walking in with her head holding high.

To give her her due, this is a beautiful woman. As soon as she comes in, the room becomes quiet.

The obscene man is looking at the crowd and saying seriously: “This is the marketing expert of our company. She’s a senior talent who has studied abroad!”

I’m shocked!

I know her.

This woman dresses as a white-collar beauty, with light makeup and the professional expression on her face.

But I immediately think of her once nestled in the arms of those bosses with countless “thank you boss” coquettish scenes. This woman is the mummy who broke the rules and was driven away from the nightclub by me.

Phenix!

Watching this fake “marketing expert” is coming in, I’m immediately dodging and sitting behind a person at once.