229: Chapter 218: Ordinary People’s Life 229: Chapter 218: Ordinary People’s Life “Be sure to take good care of these young masters,” Song Yun spoke methodically.
“Oh yeah, give them back their phones so they can call someone over; we don’t want people saying we’re bullies.”
After saying that, Song Yun waved his hand, and over fifty of his men hustled and bustled to move the four individuals, where they took them was not Song Yun’s concern.
Leading everyone back to the barbecue spot, Song Yun looked at Li Tang with a smile and said, “Aren’t you going to introduce us to your girlfriend?”
“Heh heh, this beauty is Bo Lin, my girlfriend.” Li Tang chuckled as he touched the tip of his nose.
“Bo Lin, this is my big brother Song Yun, and the three beauties following him are all sisters-in-law.
As for the ranking, I don’t know yet.”
Before he could finish, Li Shishi slapped a skewer onto his face.
With a red face and a coquettish scold, Li Shishi said, “Who’s this jerk’s woman?
And do you think your brother looks like he could have so many women?”
“Heh heh, it’s something we only need to know ourselves,” Li Tang whispered to Bo Lin.
“Ahem, that chef over there is Wang Hu, the guy holding the plates is Wu Li, and the two chatting are Zhao Yan and Meng Ku, you’ve met them before.
There are a few other good brothers who couldn’t make it today; I’ll introduce them to you when we have time.”
“Brother Song, thank you for saving me just now,” Bo Lin said earnestly to Song Yun.
“But, those people seemed very influential.
I hope they won’t cause trouble for Brother Song.”
That single sentence made Song Yun see this young girl named Bo Lin in a new light.
In this era, it was rare for someone to say “thank you” after being saved.
More often than not, people were indifferent and focused on self-preservation.
Song Yun couldn’t understand what had caused society to adopt such a pathological feeling, where those who saved others weren’t thanked, and those being saved would rather escape quickly.
He couldn’t comprehend it—saving someone was a moral act, not a debt owed.
Couldn’t people even say “thank you” after being rescued?
Certain things were even more bizarre.
Often, he saw on blogs or status updates cases where someone got beaten up among other things, yet if people nearby didn’t help, the victim’s resentment would be sky high, deeper than the seas.
They’d go home and lick their wounds online, ranting about how materialistic society had become, how people were no longer as simple as before, and how foreigners wouldn’t behave like this because their governments and societies were better.
He would see such posts and desperately want to drag the person posting them from the other side of the internet to ask face-to-face what the hell this country owed them.
Expecting the country to treat you well while contributing nothing to it, expecting to have money to spend, liquor to drink, and women to woo every day?
What a joke; everything is reciprocal.
If you don’t offer your love to the country, you can’t always expect it to repay you, you social parasite.
There’s no such good deal.
“People are pretty nice; you’d better treat them well,” Song Yun punched Li Tang in the chest with a laugh.
“Of course, I and Bo Lin are dating with the intention of marrying eventually.
It’s not like it’s been said that dating without the aim of marriage is just fooling around.
It’s about time I settled down after being a rogue for so long,” Li Tang said with a mischievous smile.
Song Yun ignored the shameless jerk.
He always thought he was thick-skinned enough, but to his surprise, Li Tang surpassed him in shamelessness, completely erasing any semblance of it.
Helping Wu Li put the cooked food on the table, and once there was enough for everyone, they all sat around the table.
Song Yun raised his glass and smiled, “To Li Tang finding the woman he loves, let’s all drink.”
Glasses clinked and were emptied in one gulp; no one here played dirty, let alone such underhanded acts as pouring drinks.
Here, it was about enjoying the brotherhood and having a good drink with people you get along with.
Actually, no matter whether you are a high-ranking white-collar worker, a migrant worker, or someone lurking in the shadows, everyone in the underworld just wants to make their life a bit more comfortable.
And where does comfort come from?
It’s not about having money or power; people always envy those who look flashy and have money to spend and women to play with, but they never see what those people go through at work or the frantic efforts they make when problems arise.
Real comfort is having the time to get together with a couple of true friends for a meal, gathering around to have a good drink, and venting emotions stored up over a long time.
That’s just like Song Yun now, always welcoming a toast or clink from anyone.
“Let me tell you guys something truly frustrating.
The other day I went to buy clothes, and when changing, my tattoos showed, and those people just stared at me as if I were some spectacle.
Damn it, I don’t know what’s so good about me.” Wu Li downed a glass and shouted, “This society still looks down on people like us.
We’re all just trying to earn a living; why must it be like this?”
“People still have a resistant perception of us,” Song Yun said as he ate a skewer.
“They always think we’re all about fighting and killing, which is a huge misunderstanding.keyCode Though we might engage in such acts occasionally, most of the time we prefer peaceful days.”
“Right, the boss is right.
I enjoy having nothing to do and going to the suburbs to climb a mountain or calling up some brothers to play cards.
If you exclude those dark corners, our lives are exactly like ordinary people’s.
But there are always those who misunderstand us, thinking that just because we have tattoos, we must be arrogant jerks.
We’ve long since stopped doing that kind of thing,” Wang Hu said.
“I think those people have watched too many Young and Dangerous movies and love to maliciously speculate whenever they see someone with tattoos.”
“Actually, tattoos have existed since ancient times and have spread to every corner of the world.
Did you know, in our country, tattoos are seen as a mark of a scoundrel, but in America, having tattoos is very common, even mandatory for soldiers.
It’s so that if they get blown apart by artillery on the battlefield, their tattoos help identify them.
But once you are tattooed, the military can identify you based on your tattoos,” Song Yun explained.