Old Liu's words amused Xiao Li again, and he said, "Brother Liu, this is what you said. If my gun can't be polished on Brother Wang's sister-in-law, I will continue to polish it on your sister-in-law."
Old Liu smiled and said, "No problem. Your sister-in-law will come again in a few days. Brother Liu will have a good talk with your sister-in-law. This time I won't let you rub it between her thighs, but let you insert it into her body to rub it. I don't believe that you can't polish your broken gun." Xiao Li laughed immediately.
Yang Wei thought he was a newcomer, and after arriving at the dormitory, he always adhered to the principle of being low-key, just listening and not talking. Only then did he realize that these former workers, who were now living at the bottom of society, although their lifestyles were corrupt, were all simple and sincere people, wholeheartedly doing good, much more lovely than those "Liu Guanzhang" and others in the officialdom who were high-sounding on the surface but dirty and filthy inside.
After thinking about the experiences in the past few days since he stepped out of school and entered the society, he felt that life was full of paradoxes. Sometimes there was only one road in front of him, and he had no choice but to follow it; sometimes there were suddenly a bunch of intersections for him to choose, and he had to choose while walking. Once he passed, he would not have the opportunity to turn back and choose again. It was really fleeting - just like the several roads he had faced: worker, civil servant and customs temporary worker. Each choice was actually not within his plan for his life, but it suddenly appeared and disappeared, so fast that it was dizzying.
In his ideal, he should be a scientist, wearing a white coat and sitting in front of a computer to do research all day, but now he has become a toy factory worker.
If he had listened to He Yun at that time and chose to work as a temporary worker in the customs, and then through internal operations that ordinary people could not see, he really entered the customs system and became a national civil servant, what would he look like now? At least they wouldn't be like now, living in a dormitory built in the 1970s, discussing women and sex with a group of workers covered in oil and doing simple repetitive labor on the assembly line every day?
He didn't know the real life of customs officers. The limited understanding he had came from TV. He knew that they were fighting on the front line of the country, fighting smugglers, safeguarding national interests, ensuring that national property was not lost, being strict with themselves and lenient with others, living a hard and simple life, and thinking about how to do their job well and serve the people better every day.
But he knew it was nonsense. It was something fabricated out of thin air by the reactionary writers nurtured by the party-state. How much of it was true? When he was in elementary school and didn't know anything, his teacher forced him to sing praises to the motherland and the party. At that time, in order to get the first place in the composition, how many fictitious achievements did he brag about for the party-state? He couldn't even remember. Judging from one's own experience, the screenwriters of those mainstream film and television works probably have the same mentality as him, but they probably don't do it for the empty things like getting the first place in composition. They probably do it for money and future, so they make up these spiritual opiums to fool the people.
He at least knows one thing, if he gets a role like Director Liu in the customs, then a big boss like Zhao Guangqun, who is worth over 100 million yuan, will have to strip his wife naked and send her to Director Liu's bed for him to have sex. Although Zhao Guangqun drives a Mercedes-Benz worth millions, a deputy department-level cadre like Director Liu can only drive an Audi at best, and he has to carefully control the displacement. Once it exceeds the standard, he has to find a way to remove the "T" logo on the back of the car to avoid inspection by the Commission for Discipline Inspection.
This is real life.
Film and television dramas will not write such plots. Even if there are, it will definitely not be the protagonist. But Yang Wei knew that the protagonist in life was probably someone like Liu Guanzhang, who was dignified, rich, powerful and prestigious in public, but dirty and filthy in private, asking for bribes, prostitution and official positions. There was nothing they dared not do or could not do.
Yang Wei was lying on the bed, thinking about random things, and fell asleep unconsciously.
Woke up in the middle of the night by the urge to urinate, Yang Wei was about to get up, but heard Lao Wang and his wife whispering in the bed opposite.
He was refreshed, held back his urine, pretended to turn over unconsciously, and slept in the opposite corner of the bed, just in time to see the scene on Lao Wang's bed.
At this time, Lao Wang and Su Ting had been stripped naked.
Lao Wang was half lying against the head of the bed, and He Ting was lying naked in his arms, one hand around his shoulder, and one smooth and delicate leg was on Lao Wang's thigh.
Lao Wang held Su Ting in his arms, and his penis was erect and erect, standing straight up.
One of his hands was pinching Su Ting's breasts, and the other hand was stroking Su Ting's smooth thighs back and forth.
Su Ting whispered, "What you just said is not true, is it? You really want to do something like sharing wives but not property?"
Lao Wang said, "If you don't do this, men will be sick. After a long time, they will have psychological problems. This place is remote and has quasi-military management. It's hard to go out and have sex with a prostitute. Besides, prostitution is unsafe and not fun at all. Everything is professionalized. How can it be fun to have a shy young woman? It was Lao Zhang who first proposed it. When his wife came to visit, he took the initiative to drug his wife and let everyone lie on his woman and ejaculate in turns. Later, everyone came to their senses. In addition to the newcomer, even the two guys who didn't have girlfriends joined. Women are not precious after getting married and breaking the membrane. Once this layer of window paper is broken, it's fun to be played by one man or two men. It's just the same set of insertion, pumping and ejaculation. If there is no child, it is just like a man and a woman eating, dancing and working together. It is no big deal, so it doesn't matter if there are two poor guys without girlfriends. "As he said, he turned over and pressed Su Ting under him, and then put his hand into Su Ting's private parts and gently rubbed and touched her, and smiled: "Although I have played with other people's women this year, it is still more interesting to do it with my own wife. It is fun to have love and loyalty."
Su Ting was trembling all over because of his hand, and panted and said: "You really don't mind letting these men ride on your wife and ejaculate?"
At this time, Lao Wang had already pressed his clone against Su Ting's private parts, panting and said: "I know you like it too. You can't live without men. Which of the young guys in the village hasn't slept with you? Last year in the cornfield on the west ridge of Lao Pan's house, didn't you let Lao Pan's son play with you? That boy even did it to your back, right?" As he said, he pushed his clone in.
Su Ting moaned comfortably, lifted her two smooth, naked, slender legs and placed them around Lao Wang's waist, she closed her eyes and said, "So the peeping man was you. I thought he looked familiar.