The back alley at night looked like a wet rag that had been thrown away casually, dirty, twisted, and exuding a sour smell.
Chen Yu was lying in the middle of this "rag", feeling that his bones were being torn apart one by one and stuffed back into his body haphazardly.
"Boy, remember, before posting on the Internet in the future, you should first weigh how many kilograms you have."
A strong man in a floral shirt tapped Chen Yu's face with the tips of his oily leather shoes.
"You can give bad reviews to Brother Ma's store? If you cut off Brother Ma's money, Brother Ma will cut off your way of living. Is that fair?"
The strong man grinned, showing teeth that were burnt yellow by smoke.
Chen Yu's mouth was full of the smell of blood. He wanted to speak, but he only coughed up a few mouthfuls of bloody saliva.
He is a professional reviewer.
It sounds ridiculous, but it's a job. Someone pays, and he takes the money to write negative reviews for designated online stores, and uses various tricky angles to write "bloody and tearful accusations" with pictures and texts, in order to attack his competitors.
He was very good at this, but because of it, he became a thorn in others' side.
The strong man took out a crumpled envelope from Chen Yu's pocket, took out the banknotes inside, and counted them in front of him.
"Hey, five thousand yuan is a lot. Is this your medical expenses for the next month? It belongs to me now."
The strong man put the money into his pocket and patted Chen Yu's face contemptuously.
"Take this money and buy some wine for your brothers. Consider it your filial piety."
