"People like you, young man—I've seen plenty of them. You read a little, then think you can make it in society, earn big money, get rich, and reach the pinnacle of life. But entering society is a painful thing. Even with qualifications, there are many things you can't do. Take you, for example. You want a high income, but you don't want to work in a factory tightening screws, and you don't want to show your face running a street stall or selling things as a peddler. So how are you supposed to live? Even educated people need to eat. Want to be my underling? You can earn a high income and give your life meaning. Interested?"
"I'm not running a pyramid scheme. Don't rush to refuse—think it over first. But be quick. There aren't many slots left to become my underling."
On a bustling street in Dachang City, a young man in a suit with slicked-back hair sat at a small table, using a low voice to persuade a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boy seated across from him.
"I-I just wanted to find a part-time job and earn some living expenses. I don't want to join a gang." The teenager was so frightened that he turned and ran.
"Damn it, another underling slipped through my fingers."
Zhang Wei angrily slammed the table, grabbed the cola beside him, and gulped down a large mouthful.
"You useless lot should at least show some value. I'm carrying everything as the boss. Sure, I, Awei, am famous for being dependable, but you can't rely on me for everything. I even have to personally recruit people. I'm really worried that if I'm gone one day, Dachang City's public security will turn into a complete mess."
He then turned around and scolded the underlings behind him.