Pan Chengjun took off his helmet and turned off the headlamp. "Follow me to the dormitory." With that said, he dragged the heavy equipment towards the dormitory.
The dormitory was a row of dilapidated houses. It was already noon, and some women were cooking on the stove at the entrance of the dormitory. The aroma filled the air, making one's heart ache.
Lu Yiwei followed Pan Chengjun into the dormitory. A mixed smell assaulted his nostrils, making him want to vomit. The dormitory could barely be called a dormitory. The room was pitch-black, and only a trace of dirty sunlight shone in through the window that was covered in ox hair. Near the wall, there was a row of wooden beds. On the beds, there were black bedding rolls. On the wall, there were yellowish female models in revealing clothes. There were three large holes in their private parts. The ground was in a mess. There were instant noodle buckets, underwear and socks of an indistinguishable color, and even the white toilet paper was stained black … It was obvious that the miners were living a 'miserable' life.
Pan Chengjun threw his helmet on the bed and picked up a huge water bottle to drink a few mouthfuls. When he saw Lu Yiwei standing at the door, he pushed the things on his bed in and pointed. "Come and sit."
Lu Yiwei pushed away the dirty underwear hanging on the wire and carefully sat on the bed. Just as he was about to ask a question, a woman's moans and the sound of flesh colliding came from the corner of the room. Lu Yiwei looked in the direction of the sound and saw a small 'room' made of ox hair shaking violently. A man and a woman were passionately looking for excitement.
Pan Chengjun saw Lu Yiwei's strange expression and said, "Don't make a fuss. This is a common thing here. Before the miners go into the pit, they will find a woman to vent. They are afraid that they won't be able to come back up again. It can be considered as enjoying the joy of the human world for the last time."
Upon hearing this, Lu Yiwei felt a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat. He couldn't cough it out or swallow it. After a while, the man's moans of pleasure after reaching orgasm came from the small house, followed by a big ball of toilet paper being thrown out from the small house. The man pulled up his pants and jumped off the bed. When he saw Lu Yiwei, his expression was very calm as he swaggered out.
After a while, the woman in the small house also jumped out. She didn't have time to remove the clothes in front of her chest, and her body was covered with black handprints. Lu Yiwei saw all of this. In his eyes, it wasn't an illicit affair between men and women, but a venting of human nature, a physiological need, and a desire to live.
The woman also saw Lu Yiwei, and her face was full of shyness. She slowly walked to Pan Chengjun and said, "Hubby, what are we eating for lunch?"
"Whatever, you can ask the children," Pan Chengjun said.
After the woman left, Lu Yiwei was even more shocked. He asked, "Is she your wife?"
Pan Chengjun nodded. "Yes, and no."
With such a chaotic relationship, Lu Yiwei was completely dumbfounded.
Pan Chengjun took out a wrinkled cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Lu Yiwei. "Here, have a smoke. Cigarettes aren't good, but you have to make do with it."
Lu Yiwei did not stand on ceremony. He took the cigarette and lit it, unable to calm his fluctuating emotions.
Pan Chengjun squatted on the ground and leaned against the wall. "Tell me, why are you looking for me?" This posture did not look like a southerner at all. Instead, he looked like an authentic northern villager.
Lu Yiwei did not know where to start. He flicked the cigarette ash and said, "I've met your mother."
"Oh." Pan Chengjun was not as excited as Lu Yiwei imagined. Instead, he was much colder, as if he already knew.
Lu Yiwei looked at his watch and said, "How about this? It's almost lunchtime. I'll treat you to lunch at a restaurant."
"Sure!" Pan Chengjun said bluntly, "Then wait for me for a while. I'll take a shower and change my clothes."
Pan Chengjun went to take a shower. Lu Yiwei ran out of the dormitory as if he was fleeing from something. He took a deep breath of fresh air. The coal boss's luxurious cars and houses were all bought by the miners' hands, but they lived an inhuman life. This' life experience 'had greatly affected Lu Yiwei.
Ten minutes later, Pan Chengjun came out in a clean set of clothes. Lu Yiwei brought him to the best hotel in town and found a relatively secluded private room. He ordered a table full of fish and meat, hoping to make up for Pan Chengjun's lack of life this way.
Lu Yiwei poured him a glass of wine and said, "You've been in Bei Zhou City all these years?"
Pan Chengjun was full of bitterness at the mention of the past. He raised his head and drank a large glass of wine. He nodded helplessly and said, choking, "How's my mother's health?"
Lu Yiwei filled the cup and said, "Her health isn't very good, and she's been looking forward to going home. Why didn't you call or write a letter to her family all these years? It would have been good for her."
"Sigh …" He sighed, expressing the helplessness and desolation that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time. Pan Chengjun did not answer. Instead, he hugged his head and lay on the table, crying loudly. Lu Yiwei did not stop him. Instead, he pulled a few napkins from the table and quietly stuffed them into his hands.
After a long while, Pan Chengjun raised his head and wiped his face with both hands. His eyes were already swollen to the size of walnuts. He raised his glass and drank again. "I don't have the face to go home, I don't have the face to see my family, and I don't have the face to face the fellow townspeople that I brought out to fight with. I'm a sinner!" With that, Pan Chengjun burst into tears again. This time, the crying was even more miserable. Even Lu Yiwei was a little moved. This man carried too many emotional debts and a history of blood and tears.
After Pan Chengjun stood up again, he blew his nose hard on the ground. Then, he deftly wiped the filth on his fingers under the dining table. His trembling hands picked up a glass of wine, half of it spilling on his pants. He brought it to his lips that had turned purple from choking. He sucked hard and inhaled directly into his trachea, causing another bout of violent coughing. Seeing this, Lu Yiwei hurriedly patted his back and comforted him, "Boss Pan, I know you have a bellyful of bitterness and have nowhere to vent it. If you trust me, you can tell me. To tell you the truth, I'm here to seek justice for you. "
"Really?" Pan Chengjun stopped crying and looked at Lu Yiwei with longing in his eyes. "Can you really help me?"
"Whether I can help you or not will depend on your sincerity today." Lu Yiwei did not understand Pan Chengjun's character, so he kept him in suspense.
Pan Chengjun grabbed Lu Yiwei's hand and said, "Brother, as long as you can help me, I will definitely tell you everything without hiding anything."
"Okay! I like people who are straightforward. "
Pan Chengjun began to tell the ups and downs of his legend from the beginning.
Pan Chengjun was the second child in his family and did not go to school for many years. His family relied on fishing for a living. There were many laborers in the family, so their days were passable. Until one time when his father went out to sea and never came back. Without the backbone of the family, the burden of the family fell on the eldest. But the boss was a short-lived ghost. He died of cancer. His third son was still young, so Pan Chengjun took the initiative to take up the responsibility for the family.
He went out to sea during the day and sold fish at night. His life was like a calm lake without any waves. At that time, Pan Chengjun thought that his life would be like this until a person appeared and completely changed his fate.
A young man from a nearby village came to their village to recruit workers. He said that he could dig coal in the north and earn 2,000 yuan a month. Pan Chengjun was tempted. Ignoring his family's opposition, he resolutely followed his fellow villager to Shanxi and began his entrepreneurial career.
After arriving in Shanxi, his experience was not as good as he imagined. He had to work 16 hours a day and only earned 1,000 yuan a month. He immediately felt that he had been tricked and wanted to go home. Go home? It was not that easy! The labor contractor confiscated all his ID and money and did not allow him to go home. Pan Chengjun could only grit his teeth and persevere for a few months.
Finally, he had an opportunity to escape and ran in the direction of his home. But it was his first time going so far away. He did not know where to go, and he did not know how to go home. Just as he was wandering around, he was caught and sent to the shelter. He was sent to the prairie farm to do farm work for more than half a year before he was sent home.
That year, his third brother followed his father's footsteps and passed away, leaving him and his mother to depend on each other. Pan Chengjun resumed his old business and began to fish day after day, but his heart could not calm down at all.
In Shanxi, he saw rich coal bosses who squandered money wantonly and bought houses and cars as if they were buying cabbages. He saw with his own eyes a coal boss throw a sack of money into the trunk of his car, then swagger away. At that time, he really wanted to rush up and rob the coal boss. The money would be enough for him to spend for the rest of his life.
Coal mining was so easy to make money, but fishing would never end. After a few struggles, Pan Chengjun went north again and plunged into the coal mine. He looked forward to the day when he would become rich overnight.
Pan Chengjun worked hard and soon won the boss's appreciation. He was given the position of squad leader. There were five or six people in a squad. Although there were few people, Pan Chengjun led the small team to achieve good results. The local coal miners could not continue working.
Of course, the coal boss was willing to pay the smallest price in exchange for the largest profit. Seeing that Pan Chengjun worked so hard, he simply let him be responsible for recruiting workers. Pan Chengjun thought of the fellow villager who went to the village to recruit workers. So he returned to his hometown and brought a group of strong laborers to get rich together.
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