Great, It’s the Pervy Neighbor. We’re Doomed Chapter 77: Zhou Wu’s Sugar-Coated Bombshell, The Story of t

"Honestly, there’s no need for this. We’re all adults here;

don’t act like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old seeking petty revenge."

"How about this, I did wrong to you yesterday."

"How much do you make a month? Five thousand? Eight thousand? Or ten thousand?"

"Forget it, I’ll just give you ten thousand directly as compensation."

"Now, hurry up and let go. I’ll pretend none of this ever happened, how about that?"

Zhou Wu’s mouth was parched from talking so much. Especially since his whole body was tied up uncomfortably. Once he was untied, he definitely had to move around properly.

As for whether he would really pretend none of this happened after escaping?

Hahaha, who would believe that?

Once he got free, not only would he make sure this young security guard got fired, but he’d also find people to put him behind bars!

Of course, before prison, he’d gather so thugs to beat him up badly.

Then, he’d find so gay guys to assault him.

Damn it! You don’t know the terror of sleeping soundly at night, then waking up the next morning in a strange place, tied up tightly all over your body!

Zhou Wu, the spoiled young master, had never experienced being kidnapped since childhood!

Especially since the kidnapper was just a little security guard he never took seriously!

At this mont, facing Zhou Wu’s tempting words, the young security guard was still smiling, maintaining a standardized warm smile.

When Zhou Wu kept asking if he agreed to let him go, the young guard changed the subject:

"I want to answer that question last."

"First, can I tell you my story?"

Zhou Wu almost couldn’t help but curse again, but thinking he was weak now and couldn’t anger the other party, he nodded in agreent.

The young security guard then calmly began to tell his story in a steady tone:

"My na is Xiao Xing. I was raised by my father;

I’ve only seen my mother in photos."

"My dad and my grandparents told my mom died."

"But the neighbors said my mom ran away secretly one night because she couldn’t stand my dad’s dostic violence and the whole family’s bullying."

"I have been my dad’s punching bag since I was little. My grandparents have several sons and daughters. My uncles and aunts don’t like . Their kids, my cousins, bully too."

"My grandparents treated the sa way."

"I dropped out in the second year of middle school. My dad wouldn’t let continue. He got a job washing dishes at his friend’s restaurant."

"The restaurant owner also bullied , paid very little every month, used as if I were three people, making do all the dirty, hard work, and handed my wages directly to my dad."

"Later, two kids about my age ca to the restaurant, a boy and a girl."

"They were my only two friends at the restaurant."

"I had a crush on the girl, and she agreed to date ."

"But shortly after, the boy took her away."

"Not only that, the two of them, along with others at the restaurant, started bullying ."

"Finally, one day, I couldn’t take it anymore."

"One day when the restaurant was less crowded, I stole so money and ran away."

"I ran to a city far from the one where I was born and lived."

"In that city, I could start over. I wanted to work hard, save money, and then find my mom."

"I found a job in that city."

"It was at a car wash. I beca a car washer."

"Because I was young, they bullied again, paying only two-thirds of a normal car washer’s wage, sotis even less for several months."

"Later, I saved enough money and set off to find the mom I’d only seen in photos."

"I searched for a long ti and ran out of money."

"Fortunately, heaven favors those who are determined. I finally found my mom."

"I thought I would have a happy life from then on. My mom would definitely love ."

"But what I never expected was that she had already started a new family. She told not to look for her anymore. Even if I did, she wouldn’t acknowledge . In the end, she gave ten yuan to buy a boxed al and sent away."

"At that ti, I was very confused, but I was out of money and had to work, or else I would starve."

"Later, I found another car wash in the city where my mom lived and worked there."

"This ti, the owner was very kind and always smiled. He was a middle-aged man."

"But unfortunately, he was immigrating, leaving the country to develop abroad to give his child a better environnt."

"Before leaving, he gave a book called ‘Smile at Everything.’ The very first sentence in the book was: ‘Smile at everything. Smiling can improve your luck, so smile as much as you can!’"

"After that, I learned from this book, got rid of my constant frowning, and always kept smiling."

"But later, my smile didn’t bring good luck. The people and things I encountered afterward were all bad."

At this mont, young security guard Xiao Xing still wore a smile on his face.

But that smile, warm and harmonious on the surface, sohow gave off a cold, eerie feeling behind the scenes.

Zhou Wu had grown impatient listening to Xiao Xing’s life story so far.

He didn’t care to listen to others recount their life stories unless they were beautiful won.

So he interrupted, but Xiao Xing ignored him and continued explaining his story:

"Later on, I worked at an art gallery. The owner there was a painter."

"I got along pretty well with him. He was kind, the second person to treat well besides the car wash owner who gave the book. To my surprise, he had also read that book ‘Smile at Everything,’ and thought it made a lot of sense."

"I told him my own story, how I kept smiling, but life was still terrible."

"He said I hadn’t found what truly made happy yet. So my smile was only superficial and couldn’t change my life."

"Then, he showed what made him happy."

"I thought it would be painting, since he was a painter."

"But it wasn’t."

"He took to a secret place where I witnessed sothing shocking."

"That secret place had so many beautiful won."

"But they were like sculptures, completely motionless. I thought they were lifelike wax figures I’d seen on my phone, but he let touch them, and I realized they weren’t wax figures. They were like living people."

"He said this was his treasure trove."

"He said people age, and to keep people forever at their most beautiful age, he turned these beautiful won into specins."

"He asked to try making a specin of sothing I liked."

"Of course, making a specin of a person is very costly, so he recomnded I start with small things."