I'm climbing the stairs, one step at a time, and I have to say that Old Wang is on the 8th floor. This way of saying it shouldn't be considered cursing him, but rather there's still some praise in it. As the saying goes, "Old Wang lives on the 8th floor". Right now, climbing stairs is indeed a bit tiring for me, after all, my legs aren't fully recovered yet.

  Can't help but say, their neighborhood is quite remote, behind it is a vast wilderness, and as soon as night falls, it's pitch black. However, the environment is still pretty good, downstairs there are night markets and small parks, coming here to retire is definitely not wrong.

  It seems that old Wang is getting older and his heart is also aging. He doesn't know what to do every day, so he can only come here to spend his old age. I remember when I was in college, I asked him about his hobbies, and his favorite things were watching the Spring Festival Gala and walking birds.

  It seems that I still don't have a girlfriend, thinking of this makes me sigh, people are really living in their own ways, don't always look up, looking down will make you live happily.

  Don't look at me, I'm already 20 and still don't have a girlfriend. Old Wang is already halfway through his life and still spends every day with whores. Compared to him, I'm really happy.

  At last, I arrived and knocked on the door, shouting: "Brother Wang, open the door! Brother Wang, hurry up and open the door!" But there was no response. How frustrating! Has his hearing become so bad now?

  I was so angry and frustrated that I slapped the door again: "Old Wang Ba! Hurry up, your grandfather is here!!"

  After a while, the door opened and Old Wang gave me a sly smile: "Hurry up, hurry up, look at you coming here, I'm just squatting in the toilet."

  Saw the dormitory brothers who had not been seen for a long time, my heart was really happy, without any restraint, unlike in society, completely relaxed at this moment, and walked into the house with a smile.

  His house is quite small, a small attic, just for himself to live in. Seeing this, he couldn't help but sigh again. What kind of world is this? Can newly graduated ordinary people really only live in such houses?

  What a tragedy, indeed.

  Old Wang had already prepared wine and dishes, mostly some familiar foods. We guys didn't care about it too much, after all, we've been together for three years. We knew each other too well, just like brothers. But even though we were so close, when I sat down at the table before the meal started, I still asked him cautiously: "Did you wash your hands?"

  Old Wang's memory was indeed a bit poor, he slapped his thigh: "Ah, how did I forget this?"

  He ran to the bathroom to wash his hands again, and I sighed as I tore off a large leg from the roast duck. Time is really terrible, I didn't expect Old Wang to have really gotten old.

  Actually, Old Wang is not old at all. He's only twenty-five this year. After he finished washing his hands and came back, we didn't have any more worries. We poured a cup of white wine first, downed it in one gulp, and then started talking again.

  The spicy feeling went all the way from my esophagus to my stomach, damn it feels good. I didn't expect that after suffering for several months, having a drink with Old Wang today would actually make me feel much better.

  We have a rule in our dormitory when drinking, that is to start with a glass of white wine first, and then slowly drink beer. To be honest, this rule is also quite embarrassing to say, because at that time we were eating and drinking all day long, basically every day in the dormitory was drunk, because our 313 is a famous rogue dormitory, isn't it that one road doesn't enter one road door?

  But everyone isn't particularly rich, drinking all the way, by the end of the month, they're all stunned, warmth and food have become a problem, still want to drink, how to do it, don't know which son came up with this trick, saying before opening a drink, first drink a cup of white wine, then drink beer, mix it up, didn't drink much and got drunk. Don't say, we tried it once, and it really works, saved a lot of money.

  I remember that time, the end of the month was the most terrifying. If everyone had a wild time this month and only had money left to buy wine but not groceries, we still had to drink, so several of us would use various tricks to get free drinks.

  I'm not afraid to say it out loud, Li Xiaoqiang and I are the type who can drink a whole bottle of beer in just a few gulps, whether there's food to go with it or not. But Bao Jindong and Wang Cheng, those two jokers, couldn't handle it. So Bao Jindong would use instant noodle soup as a chaser, this beast has some kind of special ability, next to the computer in our dorm room, give him a bottle of white wine and a bowl of instant noodles, he can drink all day without anything happening.

  Later, Wang Cheng thought this trick was good, so he also wanted to learn. He also soaked a bag of instant noodles, ate the noodles first, and then used the noodle soup to drink wine. However, his old arms and legs were not as strong as Bao Jinlong's. As a result, he lay in bed for a whole day like he had alcohol poisoning, a complete tragedy.

  After drinking a cup of white wine and two bottles of beer, I opened my mouth to talk with Lao Wang. It turned out that he is now doing home decoration work, running around construction sites every day, no wonder he has become thinner and darker.

  Old Wang was chewing on peanuts and said to me: "You say this day is really unbearable, it's been almost a year, I really miss you guys."

  I picked up a duck neck bone and said while picking my teeth: "Isn't that right, I'll be back home for the New Year's after tomorrow, when are you leaving?"

  Old Wang took a sip of beer and said to me: "It's almost time, just these two days, tickets are not easy to buy now."

  I thought it wouldn't be bad to buy, and it would even exercise my body. I nodded and asked him: "By the way, how are those guys doing now? Neither Bao Long nor I have been in touch with them, do you know?"

  Old Wang smiled and said, "Don't mention it, our few, this little half year I really contacted a lot, Taozi is now also in this line, Li Xiaoqiang is quite unlucky, let others be deceived."

  I asked him what was going on, and Old Wang told me that he had run into Li Xiaochuan the other day. It turned out that after graduation, he met an old friend from his hometown who said he would take him to Beijing to make a fortune, promising him 10,000 or 20,000 yuan per month. But when they arrived in Beijing, Li was stunned - every day, the friend took him to a building where he attended classes on marketing, with dozens of people sitting on small stools in a row. Just as Li was getting confused, someone burst into the room, running all the way to the podium, and the room erupted in applause.

  All I saw was that person speaking passionately to everyone, saying: "Hello everyone, I'm from a certain place, and today I came just to tell you all a truth. In the past, I was like you guys..."

  At that time, Li Xiaoqiang's face changed, and he suddenly realized that his fellow villager was bringing him to develop a downline. It has to be said that Li Xiaoqiang's temper is the most explosive in our dormitory. At that time, he got anxious and directly stood up, grabbing his fellow villager's collar and gave him two big slaps on the ears. Then, under everyone's gaze, he dragged his fellow villager out of the door. He said to his fellow villager: "You still have humanity, don't you? I came with you to make a fortune, but you treated me as a downline?"

  He, that old fellow, strongly and unreasonably, with tears in his eyes, said to Li Xiaoqiang: "Xiaoqiang, I'm helping you here. Don't look at the current conditions being tough, but as long as you develop a few more downlines, you'll definitely get rich! We're on a commission system, don't you dare leave, just one more and I'll be a diamond!"

  At that time, Li Xiaoqiang came back to life and scolded: "My QQ is already a yellow diamond, can I bother with this nonsense?" After finishing, he beat his old fellow villager, then returned to Harbin in a huff. Actually, this matter had a great impact on him, it is said that the old fellow villager was an iron buddy who played with him since childhood, unexpectedly now has been brainwashed. Tragedy.

  After listening to Wang Cheng's account of Li Xiaoqiang's experience, I couldn't help but feel a sense of astonishment. It really didn't occur to me that Li Xiaoqiang had gone through so much in the past half year and was even dragged into doing multi-level marketing. Fortunately, his personality helped him get out of it; otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

  I sighed and said: "As the saying goes, lecturing is like brainwashing. Once you get into it, you're done for. Many people have mixed until they fell asleep on the floor, fortunately, he ran away quickly."

  Old Wang said to me: "Isn't that right? Now I heard he has already gone back home, whether he will come back or not is unknown. By the way, how have you been?"

  When Old Wang asked me, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. What I do is simply not a job for humans. You guys are at least safe, but my job puts my life in danger.

  But I couldn't tell him that, so I just vaguely said: "It's okay, can make a living, the salary is over 1,000, it's quite exciting."

  Old Wang said to me, "Nowadays, it's good if you can find a job. Most of our classmates are not doing their own profession, some are even more miserable, and have gone back home to sell goods on the street. This world is really unfair, it's all fate."

  I nodded with a wry smile, thinking that what he said was right. As the saying goes, "One's fate is determined by five factors: one's birth, two one's luck, three one's geomancy, four one's accumulated virtues, and five one's education." If I were born into a rich family, would I still need to struggle every day in this damned society? Wouldn't it be great to live a life of luxury and indulgence, with nothing to worry about, no need to worry about money or living expenses? Just spend all day bringing a bunch of lackeys out on the streets to flirt with women.

  But later on, I thought that the rich second generation also has 70 moves, it seems that this thing is still suffering for all living beings. In the end, one sentence, being a human being must be down-to-earth, never be arrogant.

  Old Wang and I both drank a lot of wine, this wine is really getting more and more enjoyable to drink, unknowingly, one bottle of white wine and twelve bottles of beer have been completely consumed by the two of us, it's already past 10 o'clock at night, we're both a bit dizzy, our tongues are even a bit tangled when speaking.

  But since we were on a roll, how could we not continue drinking? So the two of us decided to go downstairs and grab four more bottles, and also buy some small dishes. Today had to be exciting!

  So we both went downstairs, stumbling and staggering, the stairs in his house were broken, the sensor lights were all faulty, we were afraid of falling, so we could only use our mobile phones to light the way, step by step.

  The small park under the building where we bought the warehouse was not far away, and we went in with our shoulders on each other's shoulders, laughing and joking. I vaguely remember that the salesgirl at the warehouse was a little girl who looked quite pretty. After taking the beer and snacks, we used the time to wait for him to find the money to continue drinking and telling dirty jokes with her.

  Unexpectedly, that little girl was also a romantic, seeing us two being so humorous, she smiled and praised us: "Go to your grandfather's."

  We both burst out laughing, I carried the beer and he held the snacks, we walked out of the warehouse one after another. The warehouse is not far from his residential building, through the small park's path, it took us five minutes to get there, I walked in front and he followed behind me.

  I don't know what's wrong, as I walked, my back suddenly felt cold. At that time, I had already drunk a lot and under the influence of alcohol, I didn't think much about it, so I just kept walking forward. When I arrived at his building, I turned around and said, "Huh? Where is Wang Cheng?"

  I've been searching everywhere, but I haven't seen his shadow. It's really strange, just now I felt he was behind me, it's really eerie.

  "Hey, old chap, stop messing around and come out quickly, let's go drink!"

  After I finished shouting, I still didn't see any sign of Old Wang. Suddenly, I felt something was off. Maybe it's because of my profession or maybe it's the sixth sense, anyway, it's an inexplicable feeling. As long as something happens at night, I will unconsciously think about that possibility.

  But you said that at the time, I was indeed a bit drunk, my head wasn't very clear, and since this kind of thing had happened to me many times before, I didn't feel much fear.

  I went back again, shouting as I walked, and returned to the small park along the path. As I walked, I suddenly felt a chill, damn it, it gave me a cold shiver.

  That feeling again!

  So I hastily raised my vigilance, searching around to see if there was anything abnormal nearby. The small park on a dark night, a gust of cool wind blew by, giving me a very eerie feeling.

  I walked a few more steps forward, and vaguely saw a small pavilion in the distance with what seemed to be a person's shadow inside. What the heck, who could be sitting there at this late hour?

  Could it be Wangcheng?

  It's freezing outside, and he's still sitting there without getting frostbite. This old fool is really looking for trouble. Did he really drink too much? No, I always feel that something is off.

  So I rushed over, and indeed it was Wang Cheng! Inside the small pavilion, there was a small stone table with four small stone stools. At this moment, Wang Cheng was sitting on one of the small stone stools, his hands placed on the table as if he was fiddling with something, muttering to himself nonstop.

  "What was he saying, I didn't quite catch it, but I felt the yin energy here seemed to be very heavy, so I didn't dare to take it lightly. I went forward and pulled him, saying: 'Old Wang, what are you doing running around here? Don't you know you're scaring me to death?'"

  Old Wang ignored me, he sat upright with his hands still on the table, fiddling with the air. I got anxious and scolded loudly: "Damn it, Old Wang! Are you messing with me?!"

  At this time, Old Wang's words became a bit clearer. He spoke to the air in front of him: "Brother, I'm not playing anymore, I have no money."

  At that time, my head 'buzzed' as I heard the words coming out of Old Wang's mouth were not King City's voice at all! It was thin and a bit like an old lady's voice.

  Damn it, Old Wang won't have gone crazy, will he?!

  At this moment, I didn't have any tools on me, so I retreated a few steps immediately. Now it seems that he was probably confused by something. So I gritted my teeth and tore off another piece of cloth from my undershirt. Cutting my finger, I drew a 'Ding You Wen Gong Lu Fu' symbol on it.

  When I opened my eyes with a start, and took another look, I felt my scalp numb, and the little alcohol in my body seemed to have been frightened into cold sweat.

  Only beside the stone table, on three other stone stools, each had a paper person, no mistake, it was a paper person. It was that kind of paper-made person sold in flower shops, wearing big red and blue clothes, with two blushes on their cheeks. In the pitch-black night, they looked incredibly lifelike. On the table, a set of paper mahjong had appeared. Wang Cheng was now playing with great enthusiasm.

  What the hell is going on? How can you still be fooled by ghosts and lose money?

  I took a nap in the afternoon and got up late, so I updated a bit more, seeking votes and recommendations.