Vulgar Master Chapter 173

Outside the Bincheng Building Materials Market, Zhao Gang walked into the canteen with a leather bag in his hand.

Zhao Gang has been very depressed in the past six months. A few years ago, he was in the marketing of rice mobile phones. Because of the "rebate incident", the female student of Bincheng University reported him and lost his job. He was even sued to compensate him for the embezzlement and misappropriation of public funds over the years, and he was chased by others. Debt chasers run everywhere, and they are unlucky.

Unfortunately, he was unlucky. Some people were thriving. He saw the news two days ago and opened his old company's rice mobile phone. In the past few months, overseas business has exploded.

Because of the mobile game "The World" that suddenly became popular recently, the sales of smartphones have soared, especially overseas, cheap smartphone brands exported to third world countries, standing in the air, catching up with the big wave.

African veterans snapped up smart phones and changed their lives in a hurry.

Zhao Gang watched the news and scolded the fool Asan, thinking that a small probability event like winning the lottery could hit him on the head.

However, in those two days, when Zhao Gang turned into a keyboard warrior online, he was incompetent, and when he was dumping garbage everywhere to vent his grievances, he accidentally clicked on an unfamiliar website.

The name of the website is Qixie Forum.

The words "buying ghosts to do things" on the front of the board are very eye-catching.

Zhao Gang couldn't help but stay in the station to look at the content more, and then was shocked. This seems to be a darknet "buying" platform, and I don't know how he came in by accident.

In the forum, there are various posts offering bounties, hiring, and taking jobs, claiming to be able to help solve all kinds of "difficult and miscellaneous diseases" in life and "never future troubles".

Zhao Gang was a little scared and wanted to close it at first, but he couldn't move his eyes when he saw some posts: Do you have an enemy? Are you in debt? Instead of paying him back, let me deal with it for one-tenth of the price...

Gulu, Zhao Gang's throat is twitching, his fingers are trembling, and people are poor and have short ambitions.

"People have to make a living, because you don't give me a good way to go. If you want to blame, you blame me for hurting me, and you want to force me to pay back the money."

Beidi Pavilion

Zhao Gang stopped talking, it is true, the hole left by his embezzlement of public funds, in his mouth, became someone else to harm him, thinking about relying on this Qixie forum to settle his debts and retaliate for those who "harmed" him so much miserable people.

So, Zhao Gang bought "Ghost Service" on Qixie Forum.

Of course, he didn't have a lot of savings, and there was no "ghost work" willing to take over his work, so he could only try his luck under those "mutual aid posts".

Mutual aid posts are generally used for "bartering" when "ghosts do things" have other material or information needs. Do me a favor, and I will help you solve the problem.

Zhao Gang didn't have enough money, so he could only read this kind of post. Don't say it, he really let him find someone he knew. There was a "ghost doing business" who posted a photo of a woman, asking for seeds... No, it was looking for the address where the photo was taken.

The photos are quite old, and there are few parts in the background, so the recognition is very low, but coincidentally, before opening the factory, Zhao Gang worked for a decoration team and decoration materials. The style of the wall tiles in the background of the photo seems familiar. So I asked my old colleague, and after several setbacks, I really found the place in the photo.

There is a private memorial in the southern district of Bincheng. It seems to have some antique collections in it. It is occasionally open to external exhibitions. It was the kind of wall tiles that were used when it was renovated 20 years ago.

Zhao Gang sent the news and waited anxiously. For about half a day, the other party replied and asked about his needs. This was the deal.

Zhao Gang immediately reported the name of the dish, and even the kindergarten classmates who had hatred against him in this life did not let go. He reported them all, and then said he had cerebral palsy.

In the end, the scope of revenge was reduced to five people. The first four were the executives of Dami Mobile, and Zhao Gang was the one who had not been dealt with in the company before. The last one, Zhao Gang filled in the female student of Bincheng University. Damn, it was her who killed Yes, if she doesn't pick out the kickback.

There are good and evil people, not much to say. In the next few days, Zhao Gang saw news about the accident of the senior executives of rice mobile phone one after another. What kind of car accident? There is no fear of life.

Zhao Gang questioned the other party, but the other party asked him back: Do you know how much a human life is sold for? The other party said that his price can only afford this level of revenge.

Zhao Gang could only accept it silently, but he was backhanded in the Qixie forum and gave an anonymous bad review to the other party's service.

These two days, it should be the last to take revenge on the female student of Bincheng University, but she just waited left and right, and didn't wait for the "ghost to do things" to send feedback on her success.

Zhao Gang took out a cigarette, drank a cigarette, and sent a message to the ghost to ask about errands, but the other party didn't reply. When he looked up, he found a little masked old man standing in front of him, what... hey!

Before Zhao Gang could react, the little old man punched him in the face with a cold fist. With just one blow, his face was colorful like a dye shop had opened.

Zhao Gangren was stunned by the beating, but the other party was not finished. When he was caught and pressed on the ground, he was beaten violently. He wanted to fight back, but he felt that he couldn't raise his hand. Before I heard the other party flee the scene, he shouted:

"Remember, we are the homeless children of Daweiling Mountain. We have a grudge to come to Daweilingshan, Dawulingshan, don't remember wrong!"

Crying at Lingshan... Gaba, Zhao Gang passed out.

In the building materials market, in the bathroom door that no one was paying attention to, a toilet was quietly opened, and a disheveled head was pushed out. His neck was twisted abnormally. In the end, the wax disappears.

Not far away, UU reading www.uukanshu. com rang out:

"Let you give me a bad review."

In the middle of the night, at the entrance of Bencheng University.

The two figures met in a smeared smear, like a spy connection, Zhou Bawa watched the masked little old man tear off his turban, revealing Ran Zhicheng's cheap face.

"Uncle! I'm back! What you said is done!"

The events were linked together. Zhao Gang Forum bought the murderer Zhongyuan Gong to help him get revenge. Zhongyuan Gong frightened Ran Qiuran and failed. In addition, knowing that Zhao Gang gave him a bad review, he backhanded Zhao Gang's news to Zhou Bawa, and Zhou Bawa asked Ran Zhicheng to do it. After beating Zhao Gang, he reported the name of Big Crying Spirit Mountain by the way.

For guidance, how many bad batches are there?

Gossip aside, Zhou Bawa reached out and took the thing that Ran Zhicheng handed over. It was Zhao Gang's mobile phone, and it was also brought back by Zhou Bawa after he asked him to beat someone.

Zhou Bawa turned on his mobile phone to search, Zhao Gang was a useless little person, but Zhou Bawa noticed his revenge this time, so he asked Ran Zhicheng to bring back Zhao Gang's mobile phone to see the channel for buying murder.

Qixie Forum, the name entered Zhou Bawa's vision.

Zhou Bawa went in and browsed and found a lot, buying ghosts and doing things, a dark web forum organized by some players.

Zhao Gang and Zhongyuan Gong bought the private letter of "Ghost Service", and he saw all of them, including the photo and address that Zhongyuan Gong looked for, and the private memorial in Bincheng South District.

When Zhou Bawa was about to browse more, Zhao Gang's phone suddenly became blurry, and a line of blood appeared.

"You have been 'zibuyu' by the administrator, please leave the forum permanently."

Zhou Bawaxian's eyes shrunk, watching the phone's blurry screen reporting an error, gradually getting hot, raising his hand and throwing it away.

Boom, the phone battery exploded in mid-air.

The child does not speak, the strange force is confused, the person speaks less, and does not mind his own business.

Chapter end