I wanted to marry my girl, but I had no money. These days everybody knows that if you don't have money, don't even think about getting married. But the two old fossils in my girl's family actually thought they had given birth to a panda, and without even blinking they said the betrothal money had to be 100,000. I know my own worth: even if you sold me, I wouldn't fetch that price. But I still wanted to get married.
A-A is one of my brothers, the kind I grew up fooling around with. This guy had foresight: he got the marriage thing settled before prices shot through the roof. The place he worked at was the kind of factory that counted as a burden on the state, no money to speak of, and his wife worked there too, so his family wasn't much better off. Household spending had to be planned a year in advance. A-A wanted kids, and his wife was really something: in one shot she gave him three, and somehow it still didn't violate family planning. All at once there were three extra mouths to feed, so he was broke as hell, wishing his factory would suddenly be turned into the Central Mint.
A-B is also one of my brothers. The guy is really xxxx handsome. I feel like I look better just standing next to him, so we've been together since kindergarten. Somebody once said that being handsome is troublesome too. I believe it. A-B is exactly like that. He has five girlfriends. The more girlfriends you have, the more money you spend, so A-B had it rough too. Even though his company paid him every month, and it was even four digits, in just a couple of days he could burn through it all. So he really wanted to get rich. He even signed up for a lottery training class, but to this day, although he hasn't bought fewer lottery tickets and has even won a few times, they were all the comforting kind of prizes.
A-C is also my brother. I don't have much money, just lots of brothers. I figure a lot of people are like that. The rich just have more women instead. A-C had it pretty rough. His two front teeth grew outward, and they were especially long. Seen from a distance, you'd think he had two sausages in his mouth. I feel that when I'm with him, my self-confidence gets noticeably stronger. So I also liked fooling around with him. His family got hit by a natural disaster once, and even after several years they still hadn't recovered. And he didn't have any decent job either. So he was poor too. Even a cornered dog will jump a wall, and we wanted to make a big score too.
Taking advantage of how planes kept falling out of the sky these days, we wanted to make a fortune that way. The four of us agreed that whoever drew the death lot would go take a plane. A-C had the good fortune to become the first among us to fly. He bought 280,000 worth of insurance before boarding, and even his aunt's little brother-in-law ten thousand kilometers away became a beneficiary, but the plane didn't fall. So we'd all bought the insurance for nothing.
When one method doesn't work, you've got to think of another. The lottery probably wasn't going to amount to anything. A-B already had the best luck among us, but every time he bought, he still lost. The luck of the other three of us wasn't any better than his, so we didn't even try the lottery. None of them objected. They all praised me for seeing the situation clearly. I was modest too—after all, I was the boss.
We held a lot of meetings to study the matter. There were plenty of ideas. We thought about making fake goods. That stuff makes good money, but we had neither capital nor the skills. We thought about selling drugs, but funding was the biggest problem. Besides, even though the three of us weren't much to look at, we still looked fairly human, except for A-C, and we worried drug dealers would think we were undercover cops and take us out first. The risk was too high, so we ruled that out too. There were plenty of other methods, but they all died in the womb because we had no startup capital. In these damned times, even if you want to break the law and commit crimes, you still need money.
There was a bank downstairs from A-A's place, money going in and out every day. I thought making plans around it was a pretty good idea. I discussed it with A-A and A-B, and they both said it sounded good. It didn't take much capital, and it was all cash. The three of us talked it over for another two days and felt A-C couldn't be allowed to join in. First, he looked too distinctive. I figured even if he put on two layers of black stockings over his head, people would still recognize him. And if it failed and he got caught, he'd affect the collective image of the rest of us. For the sake of the big picture, we decided to keep it from him.
Once we'd found the general direction, we had to think about the details.
I don't really understand the law. But I know killing people gets you the death penalty, and I still wanted to live a few more years, so we decided that robbery would be robbery, but we absolutely wouldn't kill anyone. When I proposed that, they all applauded it through. I knew they wouldn't dare kill anybody either—they were afraid of blood. I figured if we robbed too much money, we'd probably still die, so I had to keep the amount under control. I only wanted 100,000, enough to get married. A-A wasn't greedy either. He said he only wanted enough so those kids of his could study through high school. I named him a price: 100,000. He agreed. A-B was a good guy too. He said it would be enough if he could keep having a good time for another two years, so I only gave him 100,000 too. Totaled up, we decided to rob only 300,000. Passed with applause again.
Then we had to prepare the tools for the crime. We wanted to buy guns. Having those in hand would make us feel more secure. But even if the three of us pooled all the money we could scrape together, we still couldn't afford two guns, and those things can go off by accident. If someone died, then we'd be dead too. So we decided not to use guns for the robbery. That way it wouldn't count as armed robbery with firearms, and the sentence should be lighter. But we couldn't very well go rob a bank empty-handed either. Never heard of such a thing. If it went badly, people might think three mentally disabled guys had shown up. We had to bring knives, one each. That way we'd at least be able to scare people.
After the robbery we'd have to run like hell. Even an idiot would know that. But how to run was the key. Flying wasn't good—if we were discovered, we wouldn't be able to run even if we wanted to. We couldn't just jump down, could we? Besides, the last time A-C flew, the plane didn't fall. Who knows, maybe this time it would. Driving ourselves out wasn't suitable either. There were too many checkpoints on the roads. If things went badly, we might not even get ten li before being caught again. Besides, three paupers didn't have a car to make a getaway in. So the only option was to run by train. There are lots of people on those, and if the police came it'd be easier to blend in. I made the call that we'd run by train. Passed with applause.
A-A probably had the habit of suddenly talking in his sleep at night because he had too many kids and too much pressure. That day, the four of us were hanging around in my broken-down room, and at noon we rested there. A-A's condition suddenly got worse: he actually started talking in his sleep at noon too. A-C, for some reason, was full of energy that day and didn't sleep the whole noon, so that's how he found out. A-C was furious, and with the look he'd use on someone digging up his ancestral grave, he pressed me for why. I couldn't tell him it was because his two front teeth hadn't grown right; he'd fight me to the death if I did. I spent two minutes thinking and told him we didn't want to harm him, so we hadn't counted him in. A-A and A-B were very tactful and kept nodding like crazy. A-C was an honest guy and didn't think much. He was so touched by us that he was a complete mess, hugging the three of us and saying if we had to die, the four brothers would die together. It moved me so much that I, who hadn't cried since I was 18, shed two tears. Since it had come to that, we had no choice but to include him. We told him the whole plan and added another 100,000 for him. When he heard he'd have 100,000, it took five full minutes for his mouth to close. People who've never seen money are probably all like that.
At this stage, with the personnel settled, things were finally more or less complete. Time to prepare the tools.
We had to wear something so people wouldn't remember us. A-A and A-B played a big role at this point. They got more than ten pairs of stockings from their wives or girlfriends, the black kind. Once you pulled them over your head, you couldn't make anything out.
Since A-C had joined, we had to give him something to do, otherwise he might think he was just an accessory, and that would hurt his self-esteem. I handed the knife-buying job to him. I thought that matter was pretty simple too, so I counted it as taking care of him. After giving it to him, he was pretty quick about it, reaching downstairs in less than ten minutes. Originally it was going quite smoothly. But this guy really liked the look of Andy Lau carrying a knife and charging on the front line chopping people in movies. He actually didn't even hide the four knives, and he even had a murderous expression on his face. You could really see how harmful Hong Kong movies were—at a time like this he was actually trying to get that Andy Lau feeling. Just then, there happened to be a policeman downstairs, and he got caught red-handed. A-A was so angry he nearly got a nosebleed, cursing that he'd made the wrong friends. A-C started talking with the cop.
"Stop there. Why are you carrying so many knives? Planning to hack somebody?"
"No, I bought them to take back and cut watermelons," A-C wasn't all that dumb; at a time like this he stayed pretty calm. The annoying part was that the policeman wasn't dumb either.
"One knife is enough to cut a watermelon. Why do you need four?" I'd heard the quality of the police had improved. Damn it, it was actually true.
"Because we bought four watermelons for home, of course we need four knives!" A-A and A-B dropped on the spot.
The policeman couldn't take it either. He cursed and said, "Damn, ran into an idiot." Then he stormed off.
The three brothers hugged each other and cheered for quite a while. From then on we looked at A-C in a new light.
With all that prepared, we had to get the stuff for running away too. We thought five or six in the afternoon would be a good time to strike, and the bank's defenses weren't very strict then. I bought four train tickets to W City, and we'd run right after the robbery. There was some distance from the bank to the train station, so we had to find something to use for transportation. We didn't have any small cars or the like. There were a few bicycles, but we thought they were too slow. A-B got ruthless. He searched the whole city for two days and bought two motorcycles that didn't have any major problems starting up. He fronted the money for that, so we planned to help him rob an extra 20,000.
A-A found a fortune teller, who said the day after tomorrow would be an auspicious day, suitable for everything, so we planned to do it that day.
Originally things were progressing quite well. But trouble comes when you least expect it.
That day we first lay in ambush downstairs from A-A's building, planning to act as soon as we saw our chance. But before we could make our move, chaos broke out at the bank first. Crime movies told me that was a good opportunity. We rushed to the bank entrance without even remembering to put on the black stockings. A-C was especially excited, running in front with a knife in each hand. As soon as he entered the bank he shouted, "This is a robbery!" as if he were afraid someone hadn't heard him. Then he froze in the doorway and didn't move. When the rest of us ran into the bank, only then did we realize someone had beaten us to it. xxxx, even on an auspicious day there were lots of people robbing banks. There were already several people in there, dressed pretty much the way we'd planned, taking money. Their gear was better than ours—they had guns. We were just about to get out fast, when the police arrived at exactly that moment. Those guys who had come first didn't care that we had knives in our hands; each of them grabbed one of us. Just like that, we who had planned to rob the bank turned into someone else's hostages. Really xxxx unlucky. When the police saw there were hostages, they didn't dare come up. They stayed far away and watched. The bandits shouted at the police that they wanted a car. xxxx, how had we not thought of getting a car that way? I knew that in a situation like that, the police would never refuse. Sure enough, before long a car arrived. The kind with four wheels. I looked around and only then discovered A-A's wife was on the police side. The police were comforting her, saying that if A-A sacrificed himself to capture the bandits, the people would take care of her and the children. Only then did I realize the police had mistaken us for brave citizens acting righteously.
Before putting us in the car, those bastards who robbed the bank knocked us out. We had no idea how long had passed. When we woke up, we found ourselves lying in the rear compartment of the vehicle. One guy was driving, and he was pretty good at it—better than me. Two were sleeping, and another was sitting there with a gun pointed at us, spacing out. I cleared my muddy head. I thought that by now even A-C should understand: the only way to save ourselves now was to rely on ourselves. The police had no idea where they were. The bandits were all resting, so for us this should've been a good chance. A-B wanted to go all out even more than I did. He lunged and grabbed the guy who was spacing out. Damn it, that guy didn't even think—he just fired a shot at me. What the hell, I wasn't the one hugging him, so why shoot me? Luckily the bullet only flew past right beside my ear. I even heard the whistling sound of it. It took me three seconds to be sure I was still alive. A-C pounced with a speed beyond my reaction and snatched the gun in two moves. A-C was vicious enough: he gave that guy a savage beating, just like my dad used to beat me when I was little. With that much commotion, even pigs should've woken up. The two guys who'd been sleeping ran toward us. A-B hurriedly pointed the gun at them. Guns really are great. They didn't dare move, and even the guns in their hands fell to the ground. I quickly picked one up. Damn it, it turned out to be fake. After all that, they only had one real gun too. Hell, with no money they still wanted to copy people robbing banks—crazy. Relying on the fact that we had a gun in our hands, we used the window curtains to tie them up tight, including the guy who was driving.
Relying on my experience from driving a tractor a few years ago, I tremblingly drove the vehicle into the urban district of some city I didn't even know the name of. On the way, I scared A-A into fainting twice. After a lot of trouble we finally found the Public Security Bureau, where we were received as heroes. Damn, those bastards were really ruthless. In one robbery they'd taken more than 40 million, far more impressive than the few of us. When A-C heard there was that much, he kept slapping his thigh in regret, saying that if he'd known, he wouldn't have come back. He slapped such a big purple bruise onto his thigh.
After escorting those guys back to our place, once again we received a hero's welcome ceremony. Even A-A's three kids were wearing red flowers. My girl's whole family came. Those two old geezers kept telling me they had just been joking with me before, and that they'd even pay extra themselves to marry their daughter to me. Hearing that made me lose my appetite for the next three days. A-B had it worse. All five girlfriends came, each saying she was the official one. In the end all five wanted to go get marriage certificates with A-B, saying that would make them feel secure. A-C had it best. This time he became famous. Somebody even came to ask him to act in a movie, saying they wanted him to play Bucktooth Su, Wong Fei-hung's disciple. They even said teeth growing like his were really rare, so there'd be no need for makeup.
Because the amount stolen in the bank robbery was huge, the public security department reported the situation up to the national Ministry of Public Security, and the higher-ups sent down a document saying each of us would receive a heavy reward of 100,000 as encouragement. We immediately started treating those robbers like benefactors. If they hadn't robbed so much, where would we have gotten such a big reward?
Actually this turned out pretty well. We got everything we wanted, and I got married too. But ever since then, A-A always likes to stare at the bank downstairs, watching to see whether anyone's robbing it. The doctor says this is called psychological inertia.
A-A is one of my brothers, the kind I grew up fooling around with. This guy had foresight: he got the marriage thing settled before prices shot through the roof. The place he worked at was the kind of factory that counted as a burden on the state, no money to speak of, and his wife worked there too, so his family wasn't much better off. Household spending had to be planned a year in advance. A-A wanted kids, and his wife was really something: in one shot she gave him three, and somehow it still didn't violate family planning. All at once there were three extra mouths to feed, so he was broke as hell, wishing his factory would suddenly be turned into the Central Mint.
A-B is also one of my brothers. The guy is really xxxx handsome. I feel like I look better just standing next to him, so we've been together since kindergarten. Somebody once said that being handsome is troublesome too. I believe it. A-B is exactly like that. He has five girlfriends. The more girlfriends you have, the more money you spend, so A-B had it rough too. Even though his company paid him every month, and it was even four digits, in just a couple of days he could burn through it all. So he really wanted to get rich. He even signed up for a lottery training class, but to this day, although he hasn't bought fewer lottery tickets and has even won a few times, they were all the comforting kind of prizes.
A-C is also my brother. I don't have much money, just lots of brothers. I figure a lot of people are like that. The rich just have more women instead. A-C had it pretty rough. His two front teeth grew outward, and they were especially long. Seen from a distance, you'd think he had two sausages in his mouth. I feel that when I'm with him, my self-confidence gets noticeably stronger. So I also liked fooling around with him. His family got hit by a natural disaster once, and even after several years they still hadn't recovered. And he didn't have any decent job either. So he was poor too. Even a cornered dog will jump a wall, and we wanted to make a big score too.
Taking advantage of how planes kept falling out of the sky these days, we wanted to make a fortune that way. The four of us agreed that whoever drew the death lot would go take a plane. A-C had the good fortune to become the first among us to fly. He bought 280,000 worth of insurance before boarding, and even his aunt's little brother-in-law ten thousand kilometers away became a beneficiary, but the plane didn't fall. So we'd all bought the insurance for nothing.
When one method doesn't work, you've got to think of another. The lottery probably wasn't going to amount to anything. A-B already had the best luck among us, but every time he bought, he still lost. The luck of the other three of us wasn't any better than his, so we didn't even try the lottery. None of them objected. They all praised me for seeing the situation clearly. I was modest too—after all, I was the boss.
We held a lot of meetings to study the matter. There were plenty of ideas. We thought about making fake goods. That stuff makes good money, but we had neither capital nor the skills. We thought about selling drugs, but funding was the biggest problem. Besides, even though the three of us weren't much to look at, we still looked fairly human, except for A-C, and we worried drug dealers would think we were undercover cops and take us out first. The risk was too high, so we ruled that out too. There were plenty of other methods, but they all died in the womb because we had no startup capital. In these damned times, even if you want to break the law and commit crimes, you still need money.
There was a bank downstairs from A-A's place, money going in and out every day. I thought making plans around it was a pretty good idea. I discussed it with A-A and A-B, and they both said it sounded good. It didn't take much capital, and it was all cash. The three of us talked it over for another two days and felt A-C couldn't be allowed to join in. First, he looked too distinctive. I figured even if he put on two layers of black stockings over his head, people would still recognize him. And if it failed and he got caught, he'd affect the collective image of the rest of us. For the sake of the big picture, we decided to keep it from him.
Once we'd found the general direction, we had to think about the details.
I don't really understand the law. But I know killing people gets you the death penalty, and I still wanted to live a few more years, so we decided that robbery would be robbery, but we absolutely wouldn't kill anyone. When I proposed that, they all applauded it through. I knew they wouldn't dare kill anybody either—they were afraid of blood. I figured if we robbed too much money, we'd probably still die, so I had to keep the amount under control. I only wanted 100,000, enough to get married. A-A wasn't greedy either. He said he only wanted enough so those kids of his could study through high school. I named him a price: 100,000. He agreed. A-B was a good guy too. He said it would be enough if he could keep having a good time for another two years, so I only gave him 100,000 too. Totaled up, we decided to rob only 300,000. Passed with applause again.
Then we had to prepare the tools for the crime. We wanted to buy guns. Having those in hand would make us feel more secure. But even if the three of us pooled all the money we could scrape together, we still couldn't afford two guns, and those things can go off by accident. If someone died, then we'd be dead too. So we decided not to use guns for the robbery. That way it wouldn't count as armed robbery with firearms, and the sentence should be lighter. But we couldn't very well go rob a bank empty-handed either. Never heard of such a thing. If it went badly, people might think three mentally disabled guys had shown up. We had to bring knives, one each. That way we'd at least be able to scare people.
After the robbery we'd have to run like hell. Even an idiot would know that. But how to run was the key. Flying wasn't good—if we were discovered, we wouldn't be able to run even if we wanted to. We couldn't just jump down, could we? Besides, the last time A-C flew, the plane didn't fall. Who knows, maybe this time it would. Driving ourselves out wasn't suitable either. There were too many checkpoints on the roads. If things went badly, we might not even get ten li before being caught again. Besides, three paupers didn't have a car to make a getaway in. So the only option was to run by train. There are lots of people on those, and if the police came it'd be easier to blend in. I made the call that we'd run by train. Passed with applause.
A-A probably had the habit of suddenly talking in his sleep at night because he had too many kids and too much pressure. That day, the four of us were hanging around in my broken-down room, and at noon we rested there. A-A's condition suddenly got worse: he actually started talking in his sleep at noon too. A-C, for some reason, was full of energy that day and didn't sleep the whole noon, so that's how he found out. A-C was furious, and with the look he'd use on someone digging up his ancestral grave, he pressed me for why. I couldn't tell him it was because his two front teeth hadn't grown right; he'd fight me to the death if I did. I spent two minutes thinking and told him we didn't want to harm him, so we hadn't counted him in. A-A and A-B were very tactful and kept nodding like crazy. A-C was an honest guy and didn't think much. He was so touched by us that he was a complete mess, hugging the three of us and saying if we had to die, the four brothers would die together. It moved me so much that I, who hadn't cried since I was 18, shed two tears. Since it had come to that, we had no choice but to include him. We told him the whole plan and added another 100,000 for him. When he heard he'd have 100,000, it took five full minutes for his mouth to close. People who've never seen money are probably all like that.
At this stage, with the personnel settled, things were finally more or less complete. Time to prepare the tools.
We had to wear something so people wouldn't remember us. A-A and A-B played a big role at this point. They got more than ten pairs of stockings from their wives or girlfriends, the black kind. Once you pulled them over your head, you couldn't make anything out.
Since A-C had joined, we had to give him something to do, otherwise he might think he was just an accessory, and that would hurt his self-esteem. I handed the knife-buying job to him. I thought that matter was pretty simple too, so I counted it as taking care of him. After giving it to him, he was pretty quick about it, reaching downstairs in less than ten minutes. Originally it was going quite smoothly. But this guy really liked the look of Andy Lau carrying a knife and charging on the front line chopping people in movies. He actually didn't even hide the four knives, and he even had a murderous expression on his face. You could really see how harmful Hong Kong movies were—at a time like this he was actually trying to get that Andy Lau feeling. Just then, there happened to be a policeman downstairs, and he got caught red-handed. A-A was so angry he nearly got a nosebleed, cursing that he'd made the wrong friends. A-C started talking with the cop.
"Stop there. Why are you carrying so many knives? Planning to hack somebody?"
"No, I bought them to take back and cut watermelons," A-C wasn't all that dumb; at a time like this he stayed pretty calm. The annoying part was that the policeman wasn't dumb either.
"One knife is enough to cut a watermelon. Why do you need four?" I'd heard the quality of the police had improved. Damn it, it was actually true.
"Because we bought four watermelons for home, of course we need four knives!" A-A and A-B dropped on the spot.
The policeman couldn't take it either. He cursed and said, "Damn, ran into an idiot." Then he stormed off.
The three brothers hugged each other and cheered for quite a while. From then on we looked at A-C in a new light.
With all that prepared, we had to get the stuff for running away too. We thought five or six in the afternoon would be a good time to strike, and the bank's defenses weren't very strict then. I bought four train tickets to W City, and we'd run right after the robbery. There was some distance from the bank to the train station, so we had to find something to use for transportation. We didn't have any small cars or the like. There were a few bicycles, but we thought they were too slow. A-B got ruthless. He searched the whole city for two days and bought two motorcycles that didn't have any major problems starting up. He fronted the money for that, so we planned to help him rob an extra 20,000.
A-A found a fortune teller, who said the day after tomorrow would be an auspicious day, suitable for everything, so we planned to do it that day.
Originally things were progressing quite well. But trouble comes when you least expect it.
That day we first lay in ambush downstairs from A-A's building, planning to act as soon as we saw our chance. But before we could make our move, chaos broke out at the bank first. Crime movies told me that was a good opportunity. We rushed to the bank entrance without even remembering to put on the black stockings. A-C was especially excited, running in front with a knife in each hand. As soon as he entered the bank he shouted, "This is a robbery!" as if he were afraid someone hadn't heard him. Then he froze in the doorway and didn't move. When the rest of us ran into the bank, only then did we realize someone had beaten us to it. xxxx, even on an auspicious day there were lots of people robbing banks. There were already several people in there, dressed pretty much the way we'd planned, taking money. Their gear was better than ours—they had guns. We were just about to get out fast, when the police arrived at exactly that moment. Those guys who had come first didn't care that we had knives in our hands; each of them grabbed one of us. Just like that, we who had planned to rob the bank turned into someone else's hostages. Really xxxx unlucky. When the police saw there were hostages, they didn't dare come up. They stayed far away and watched. The bandits shouted at the police that they wanted a car. xxxx, how had we not thought of getting a car that way? I knew that in a situation like that, the police would never refuse. Sure enough, before long a car arrived. The kind with four wheels. I looked around and only then discovered A-A's wife was on the police side. The police were comforting her, saying that if A-A sacrificed himself to capture the bandits, the people would take care of her and the children. Only then did I realize the police had mistaken us for brave citizens acting righteously.
Before putting us in the car, those bastards who robbed the bank knocked us out. We had no idea how long had passed. When we woke up, we found ourselves lying in the rear compartment of the vehicle. One guy was driving, and he was pretty good at it—better than me. Two were sleeping, and another was sitting there with a gun pointed at us, spacing out. I cleared my muddy head. I thought that by now even A-C should understand: the only way to save ourselves now was to rely on ourselves. The police had no idea where they were. The bandits were all resting, so for us this should've been a good chance. A-B wanted to go all out even more than I did. He lunged and grabbed the guy who was spacing out. Damn it, that guy didn't even think—he just fired a shot at me. What the hell, I wasn't the one hugging him, so why shoot me? Luckily the bullet only flew past right beside my ear. I even heard the whistling sound of it. It took me three seconds to be sure I was still alive. A-C pounced with a speed beyond my reaction and snatched the gun in two moves. A-C was vicious enough: he gave that guy a savage beating, just like my dad used to beat me when I was little. With that much commotion, even pigs should've woken up. The two guys who'd been sleeping ran toward us. A-B hurriedly pointed the gun at them. Guns really are great. They didn't dare move, and even the guns in their hands fell to the ground. I quickly picked one up. Damn it, it turned out to be fake. After all that, they only had one real gun too. Hell, with no money they still wanted to copy people robbing banks—crazy. Relying on the fact that we had a gun in our hands, we used the window curtains to tie them up tight, including the guy who was driving.
Relying on my experience from driving a tractor a few years ago, I tremblingly drove the vehicle into the urban district of some city I didn't even know the name of. On the way, I scared A-A into fainting twice. After a lot of trouble we finally found the Public Security Bureau, where we were received as heroes. Damn, those bastards were really ruthless. In one robbery they'd taken more than 40 million, far more impressive than the few of us. When A-C heard there was that much, he kept slapping his thigh in regret, saying that if he'd known, he wouldn't have come back. He slapped such a big purple bruise onto his thigh.
After escorting those guys back to our place, once again we received a hero's welcome ceremony. Even A-A's three kids were wearing red flowers. My girl's whole family came. Those two old geezers kept telling me they had just been joking with me before, and that they'd even pay extra themselves to marry their daughter to me. Hearing that made me lose my appetite for the next three days. A-B had it worse. All five girlfriends came, each saying she was the official one. In the end all five wanted to go get marriage certificates with A-B, saying that would make them feel secure. A-C had it best. This time he became famous. Somebody even came to ask him to act in a movie, saying they wanted him to play Bucktooth Su, Wong Fei-hung's disciple. They even said teeth growing like his were really rare, so there'd be no need for makeup.
Because the amount stolen in the bank robbery was huge, the public security department reported the situation up to the national Ministry of Public Security, and the higher-ups sent down a document saying each of us would receive a heavy reward of 100,000 as encouragement. We immediately started treating those robbers like benefactors. If they hadn't robbed so much, where would we have gotten such a big reward?
Actually this turned out pretty well. We got everything we wanted, and I got married too. But ever since then, A-A always likes to stare at the bank downstairs, watching to see whether anyone's robbing it. The doctor says this is called psychological inertia.
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神州优雅Q300C
Intel CeleronM 370处理器 | 256MbDDR内存
40G硬盘 | USB2.0 | IEEE 1394
13.3 ' WXGA 宽屏(16:10) | COMBO光驱
10/100M网卡 | 四合一读卡器
