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I was born in a trivial place in Waii Sub-continent — — Blackhot City of Andaman Alliance.
Andaman Alliance is a small alliance of cities. The entire alliance might not even be as large as a Class A city in Taixia Country after being protected by city walls. Of course, such an alliance could not have a single knight.
Before the holy war broke out, Andaman Alliance had been annexed by Norman Empire. Blackhot City, where I was born, had become a Class IV city of Brunswick Province under the administration of the governor of the north border of Norman Empire. Even before Andaman Alliance was annexed, many people who grew up in prosperous cities in Waii Sub-continent didn't know where Blackhot City of Andaman Alliance was.
As for many Hua people in Taixia Country who lived in prosperous and prosperous times, they might not even know where Waii Sub-continent was.
I was born in such an insignificant place, from an insignificant person to climb up the ranks of a grass-roots knight.
The most important reason why I felt that I was a grass-roots knight was that before I was 16 years old, I knew that my family name was Zhang; however, I didn't know that I was related to Huaiyuan Palace which was well-known across Waii Sub-continent.
One copper coin was the price of half a bowl of rice brew for me. My mom made rice brew to support her family. My dad worked in a steel factory in Blackhot City. At that time, my dad's annual salary was about 12 gold coins. With such a low salary, he could not support our family of 4 and maintain the most basic decency in Blackhot City. Therefore, we lived on copper coins one copper coin at a time.
Previously, we were a family of 5. I had an elder brother. Pitifully, before I was born, that guy had sacrificed himself in the war between Andaman Alliance and the neighboring forces as a common soldier of Andaman Alliance in an extremely dishonorable and brainless way. After that guy irresponsibly came to our house and left, only then did we have me in the house.
Perhaps they wanted me to have a tough life so that I wouldn't have to come back to their home to play the soy sauce anymore. Therefore, my family named me Zhang Tie.
Compared to the real name, Zhang Mushen, I preferred the pet name given by my family members. Zhang Tie was a grassroots name.
Iron wasn't worth much, but it was very hard. This name had become a portrayal of my life since I was born.
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What my mother taught me since I was young could be summed up in one sentence — I don't need to be a great person, but I need to work hard to be a good person!
Ever since I was young, I've always been trying to be a good person.
At that time, I was so young that I didn't even understand the meaning of a good person. However, when I sent the leftover rice soup to the orphanage in Blackhot City by tricycle for the first time, I saw the smiles of the children in the orphanage and the gratified smile on my mother's face. From then on, I had the earliest definition of a good person — — a good person is someone who could send the leftover rice soup to the orphanage.
Mother Teresa from the orphanage patted my head and said I was a good person.
At that time, I was very confident that I could be a good person for the rest of my life.
I've not imagined that my wish to be a good person would be shattered in less than half a year since I came to Taixia Country. Now, I'm an unpardonable villain in Taixia Country.
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It was very difficult to be a good person; especially to be a good person who could be liked by everybody. Additionally, a good person might not be respected by others; neither would he be glorious.
Sometimes, I also wanted to be a bad person.
I wanted to be a bad person for the first time in Blackhot City, in the Iron-Thorns Fighting Club in Blackhot City.
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Captain Kerlin, the military representative and the dean of the No.7 National Middle School in Blackhot City, saw that I was very resistant to being beaten at school. Perhaps he felt sorry for me, he "kindly" introduced me to a promising job in the battle management.
I could still clearly remember every word that Captain Kerlin had said to me that day.
"I'll introduce you to a social internship in your spare time. It's a rare part-time job. Besides high salary, you could also exercise your body in your spare time. Additionally, you could contact many rich and influential figures and broaden your horizon. If you could do this job well, your battle strength would be greatly improved. Additionally, there are a lot of beauties in the workplace. If there's a chance, you might have an intimate contact with some beauties. Many people have begged me to do this job, but I didn't promise them. Besides you, I don't think anyone else is more suitable than you!"
When I heard this, I felt that Captain Kerlin was the most lovable person in the world. I felt that the halo of a good person finally broke out on me. My miserable life finally showed a bit of turning point.
At that time, I was working as an apprentice in a grocery store in Blackhot City. The boss of the grocery store was a miser. After working there for two years, I didn't even get a copper coin.
The life in the male middle school in Blackhot City turned all the upright male students into wild beasts dominated by hormones.
At school, we didn't call each other classmates; instead, we called each other animals.
Therefore, I was very eager for this job where I could make money, see beauties, and have intimate contact with "big figures".
The workplace of this job was in Avenue Bright, the most prosperous street in Blackhot City.
I felt that my life was going to take off.
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One day after Captain Kerlin introduced me to that job, I came to Avenue Bright with a perturbed and longing heart. Holding my breath, I entered the gate of the Iron-Thorns Fighting Club which was guarded by armored warriors.
A beauty was standing behind the service desk in the lobby of the fighting club. With a beautiful ponytail, she was over 20 years old, wearing a black tight elastic vest and a pair of white tight sweatpants. When I saw her for the first time, her kind smile and youthful aura made me restless.
This woman was called Mary, the one who made me want to be a bad person for the first time.
Knowing that I was applying for a job in the fighting club, she walked out from behind the service desk and led me to the manager's room.
Walking behind her, watching her swaying buttocks, my desire to be a man started to burn like a wildfire in my heart. After that, I plucked up my courage and stammered, "Hi … hello, I'm … Zhang Tie, what's your name?"
I thought that my voice was quavering at that moment.
Mary stopped her footsteps and stared at me and my clothes which had indicated my identity and family background with an icy and sarcastic look. She then told me, "Actually, you don't need to know my name. Although we're both here to make money, you only need to know that my life will never intersect with yours. You're a toad who wants to eat a swan's flesh …"
This was a great humiliation.
After hearing this, I felt my face turning pale and as stiff as iron. At the same time, my heart was stabbed by a knife. For a split second, I didn't know how to respond. Perhaps, I should face it mildly and calmly. However, at last, after being despised and looked down upon, my fury and courage mixed together. I grabbed that woman's shoulder and pushed her against the wall. When she was scared out of her wits, I straightened my waist and hit her twice. At the same time, I ferociously told her that I would make her crawl in front of me one day and beg me to f * ck her.
That was obscene, which couldn't be done by a good person.
That kind of words couldn't be said by a good person to a 20-year-old beautiful girl.
I felt that I was a bad person and felt very guilty.
Fortunately, Mary didn't shout loudly. Although she was furious and even despised me, she still took me to the manager's room.
For the first time in my life, I wanted to be a bad person, a bad person who could make this woman put down her self-esteem and put away her indifferent and mocking face in front of me.
In the manager's room, I met the manager of the fighting club and learned about the job that I thought would have a bright future. It was a job with a high salary, which allowed me to exercise my body, work in a high-end place, have close contact with big figures and broaden my horizon.
It was a training partner. In the fighting club, this job had another name — — human sandbag! Rich people who came to the fighting club felt that punching sandbags was not useful for exercise. They needed a moving sandbag. I was that moving sandbag.
The part-time working hours of this job were Monday, Wednesday and Friday from 6: 00 pm to 11: 00 pm every day. The salary was 70 copper coins per hour. If I was late for one day, I would work for nothing. The salary would be paid once a week. I might get tips from the guests.
On the day I went there, a human sandbag in the fighting club resigned. Therefore, in order to keep me, the manager increased my salary by 10 copper coins per hour.
Getting beaten up for 80 copper coins per hour, I'll do it!
This was my first job.
I accepted it.
For the first time, I was knocked unconscious in the fighting club before I knew what had happened. After being carried out of the training classroom, I gradually woke up.
It was very late when I returned home that day. My father asked me why I came home late today.
I told him that a teacher at school had introduced me to a part-time job. This job had a high salary and benefits, and I could get to know a lot of rich and powerful people. I could also exercise my body after work, and there were a lot of beautiful women at the workplace. Today, I met a beautiful woman, and she even praised me for my ambition — — A toad lusting after a swan's flesh!
His father and mother both burst into laughter.
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It seemed that the encounter between me and Mary in the fighting club might be a rehearsal of what I would encounter today. This rehearsal was to let me understand one thing.
— — At some point in my life, a woman would turn me from a good person to a bad person.
Mary was the first one, but she would not be the last one. (What a good activity! Cool mobile phones are waiting for you! Follow ~ click on the official account of the Chinese website (add friends on WeChat — add the official account — enter qdread) and participate at once! Everyone will get a prize. Follow the official account of qdread right now!) (To be continued.)
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