Chapter 41: Crying Out

Gnawing the last bit of meat off the last bone, Jonny patted his stomach with satisfaction. He earned another ten dollars today.

He was very satisfied with his current life, and since he paid for two quarters last time, it meant there would be no expenses for security fees for the next half year.

It did hurt when he paid at first, but just as John said, this money didn't disappear; it was just paid in advance.

He glanced at the apprentice wiping the table in the corner, snorted lightly, and walked toward the inner room.

He was in a good mood today, or rather, as long as the turnover was normal, he was in a good mood every night!

Lying on the bed, he put the money box under the head of the bed, turned on the radio, and listened to the story serials inside.

This was actually the entertainment method for the mainstream ordinary underclass in the Federation now. Although there was television, the price was not cheap, and underclass families didn't have as much time to watch television as the rich.

They had to go out early in the morning, and when they came back, they were so tired they only wanted to lie on the bed without moving; the demand for television wasn't that strong.

Moreover, some who really liked watching television would watch it for a while outside the shop windows of those stores on the way back, just to get their fix.

Many stores, to attract traffic, would place one or two television sets in the shop windows to attract traffic.

Having free television not to watch, and spending money to buy it yourself, you'd be crazy!

The story serial was broadcast by two hosts, one male and one female, playing the characters in the story, and through their exquisite line skills and recitation, they could give people a feeling of being on the scene!

This program was also one of the programs with the highest listenership.

The story serial generally played from 8:30 to 9:25, a total of 55 minutes, large quantity and filling, and didn't affect subsequent rest arrangements.

Jonny had just finished eating high-heat, high-oil, high-sugar food, and was lying on the bed. Listening and listening, he became a bit sleepy.

In a daze, he heard footsteps in the outer room, and he immediately started cursing, "Bitch-raised dog thing, not sleeping in the middle of the night, what are you turning around outside for?"

"If you don't go to sleep, don't eat tomorrow morning!"

The footsteps outside disappeared instantly. He turned over, closed his eyes, and started enjoying the dazed feeling between being awake and asleep.

At this time, in the outer room, the apprentice turned on the night light. Five or six young people about his age were standing in the bakery.

Several people were eating bread. There were still some bread left in the cabinet that hadn't been sold, and these breads were the kind with relatively high prices.

They covered these high-end breads with ham slices, and every bite was fresh and delicious. Several people kept eating ravenously.

It was as if... they didn't come here tonight to do anything else, just to eat bread.

The apprentice was also eating. He had worked here for seven or eight months, but hadn't even eaten a piece of nut bread, let alone those fragrant ham slices.

He ate more desperately than others, as if what he was eating wasn't bread and ham, but all the hatred, disgust, and despair for the past!

After several people ate enough, the time pointed to ten o'clock, and Jonny's snoring came from the room.

The apprentice wiped his mouth, "There is only one big bed inside. His daughter hasn't lived here these days, and the money is by his side."

"I know him very well. He can't sleep at all if he can't see his money!"

"I won't share the money with you, but I have one condition..."

The leading young man licked his fingers, "I know, you've said it many times, break both his arms!", he said, pushing the apprentice toward the cabinet, "Help me pack all these breads, and those ham slices."

"Damn it, this bastard, actually makes it so delicious!"

Others also expressed that the taste was really good. They had always heard that the bread here was delicious, just hadn't eaten it.

Because the bread here was a bit more expensive than other shops, don't look at it as just a bit more expensive; for these underclass families, even if it was just one cent more expensive per pound, they would have a choice.

The apprentice quickly finished doing these things and returned to his room. He locked the door, covered himself with the quilt, and his ears were full of the sound of his heartbeat.

Darkness didn't make him unable to sleep for the first time; he only felt at ease and full of expectation.

The leading guy twisted the door of the inner room, and the door wasn't locked!

He looked at his other little partners, and these people were also full of surprise.

In fact, they didn't know that in Jonny's inner world, the apprentice was a dog that never dared to resist and had its spine broken.

He never worried that the apprentice would do anything terrifying. He only needed to shout "Get out," and the apprentice would sneakily leave the range he required.

Moreover, the doors and windows were all locked. Who would come into his bedroom?

The inner room was about twenty square meters, pitch black and nothing could be seen.

I don't know who kicked something, a clatter sounded, and Jonny, who had just fallen asleep, sat up immediately, "Who's there?"

Then he turned on the electric light.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a bit awkward. His hand was still on the bedside table, and five people were standing in the room, all holding sticks.

But immediately after, a creepy feeling crawled from his spine to the top of his head. Just as he was about to make a response, the leading young man swung a stick over...

The stick was swung round toward his head. Jonny raised his hand to block this fatal blow, but his arm also made the sound of bone breaking. He screamed, and the sound was very loud.

He trembled, covering his broken forearm, rolling toward the place where the bed and the wall met, hiding in the corner, shouting for help!

A young man quickly closed the bedroom door, and the sound was immediately locked in the room.

Looking at Jonny, whose fat on his face was trembling, the young man jumped onto the bed, stepping on his head and squeezing it against the wall, "Where is the money!"

The fracture didn't make him lose his ability to resist; what made him lose his ability to resist was the timidity deep in his heart. He looked at these young people who still had childishness on their faces, and his heart was trembling!

At this time, his brain was already a bit blank, but instinct still made him say the plan most favorable to himself.

"In my clothes pocket, I have a fracture. You can take whatever you like, just don't hurt me!"

The young man's foot exerted force again, and Jonny screamed, "If you didn't lie, no one will hurt you!"

Two young people immediately roughly picked up the clothes hanging on the hanger and searched out more than ten dollars from inside, "Gone."

The leading young man's expression became a bit creepy. He turned back to look at Jonny, "I said the turnover in your shop, hundreds of dollars, don't treat me like I don't know anything!"

Hearing these words, Jonny could only complain in his heart, "I really don't know what you're talking about, there's not that much money." He still wanted to try hard; after all, there was more than just one day's turnover in the money box.

The leading young man loosened his foot. Just when Jonny thought he had deceived the other party, he stood in front of Jonny, holding the stick with both hands and raising it high, his whole person tensed into an inverted bow shape, and then smashed down hard!

Even though Jonny's right arm was already broken, facing such an attack that seemed like it was going to kill him, he could only raise both arms to cover his vital parts!

With a crack, accompanied by his violent screams, he swung his arms, and his fat body bounced up directly, twisting his body and rolling on the bed.

Several young people climbed up and swung at him. These young people were at the age when they didn't know how heavy their hands were, and the sticks in their hands danced into afterimages!

In the successive screams, Jonny couldn't hold on anymore. He felt that if he didn't speak, he might be beaten to death here, so he could only shout loudly, "Under the pillow, stop hitting, under the pillow!"

He had never thought there would be such a day!

The leading young man kicked the pillow away with one foot, lifted the quilt, and revealed a "biscuit box."

It could be seen that this biscuit box was very much liked by Jonny; the paint on the surface had been worn away quite a bit.

He opened the lid and immediately gasped.

Jonny suddenly burst into loud crying at this time. They hit him so hard just now, he didn't cry, but now he suddenly burst into loud crying. It was conceivable how heartbroken and aggrieved he was!

Others also leaned over to take a look, and like the leading young man, every person's face revealed shocked joy!

The leading young man didn't take the money out, directly closed the lid, and stuffed it into his bosom.

He gave a look to the person beside him, and the latter picked up the stick and swung it at Jonny's arms.

Jonny was beaten, rolling back and forth on the bed, crying and begging for mercy. The leading young man saw that his arms and hands were a bit deformed, then shouted "Go," and took everyone to leave here immediately.

Perhaps feeling that those people had really left, Jonny then started to shout for help loudly, "Bitch-raised, still not rolling over..." ===== CHAPTER 42 =====