Shen Hengzhi knelt in the back alley of Ronghua Restaurant and rubbed bowls for three years. Her fingers were rotten to the bone. Aunt Wang grabbed her hair and banged it against the stove: "You have to pay for it! The eighty yuan your father owes is not enough to sell you ten times!" The whole village spat as they passed by, and the clan elder banged his cigarette pole and said that a woman studying is rebellious. The original owner died in the severe beating last night. When he opened his eyes again, there was an iron lump in his palm that could absorb light. When Zhou Cuilian snatched away her last bowl of leftover rice, Shen Hengzhi pressed the power bank switch. The blue electric arc flew up to the fingertips and penetrated the woman's hair bun. The burning smell filled the room with silence. Lin Yaozu raised his foot to kick him, but the electric shock knocked over three tables and made his crotch wet. The whole village gathered around and shouted "You bitches are rebelling". Shen Hengzhi held up the sizzling power bank and smiled: "My life can be exchanged for ten of yours in one day. Who comes first?" Zhao Jizhi stepped down from the whistle and handed over a letter of admission to a San Francisco girls' school. Shen Hengzhi knew that every discharge was burning blood vessels, but she knew better - in Chinatown, what was owed to her must be repaid tenfold. Tonight, she wanted the ancestors in the ancestral hall to see clearly: a girl who was sold as a pig or dog could also slap the entire street.
