Diary of Getting Rich Quick in the South

My mind went blank.

The tip of the knife was pressed against my lower back; with just a little force, the other person could stab it right through.

I took a deep breath, suppressing the panic in my heart, and tried my best to relax my body so as not to give the other person an excuse to get too excited.

"Brothers, I don't know you at all. We have no grudges against each other, so there's no need to fight. Are you after money or something else? Just say it. If it's money, I have over 100,000 yuan in my card. The password is 001217. You can take the money there."

The man who had his arm around my shoulder tightened his grip on my neck.

To outsiders, this gesture made us seem incredibly close, like two brothers with a very good relationship.

"Shut the fuck up!"

The person behind me with the knife increased the pressure, the blade embedding itself deeper, and the stinging pain spread throughout my body from my lower back.

"Our boss specifically asked for you. Come with us obediently and cooperate, and you'll suffer less. If you dare to make a sound, I'll bleed you dry."

big brother?

The only person I've ever truly sworn an enemy of lately is Liu Ming, whom I humiliated last night.

I tentatively asked, "Is your eldest brother Liu Ming?"

Their expressions changed simultaneously; they neither admitted nor denied it.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't! Get in the car!"

The two men, one on each side, held me up, the knife tip never leaving my lower back, and forcefully pushed me onto the back seat of that dilapidated bread cart.

The car drove towards a remote area on the outskirts of the city.

I became increasingly clear that these two people were definitely not just trying to scare me.

The city is crowded and heavily monitored, so they won't dare to do anything reckless. But if they drive to a deserted area on the outskirts of the city, I'm definitely not going to get away with this today.

Liu Ming was seething with humiliation and was definitely planning to teach me a lesson in private and get back all the face he lost last night.

I dared not struggle rashly, so I could only pretend to be obedient and slowly lull them into a false sense of security.

As for jumping out of the car...

I dare not.

A person next to me was watching me. Even if I had a chance to jump off the train, at the current speed of over 60 km/h, I would be crippled if I didn't die, and my legs would probably be broken.

If you can't escape then, you'll get beaten up anyway, which isn't worth it.

"Brothers, I know you had no choice in doing this."

I said softly, "What happened last night was impulsive of mine, and I offended General Manager Liu. You can take me there, but could you please plead for me? I'll compensate for any losses, no matter how much it costs. I admit defeat."

The man in the passenger seat turned his head and sneered: "What Mr. Liu or Mr. Wang? I don't know what you're talking about. Don't fucking guess here. You'll find out when we get there."

"Sit still! Don't fucking ask around. When we get there, you'll have a say!" The man in the back seat with the knife shouted sternly, pushing the tip of the knife forward again.

The intense stinging pain instantly broke out in a cold sweat on my back.

I must save myself.

If things continue like this, I'll probably really die here.

I quietly observed the road conditions. The car had already left the city. There were fewer and fewer streetlights around, and there were abandoned factories on both sides. There were almost no vehicles or pedestrians on the road.

Even if something happens, no one will see it.

We must find a way to reduce the vehicle speed now and create an opportunity.

The car was going faster and faster, and it was about to reach over 100 km/h.

I quickly slumped my shoulders, deliberately slumped my body, clutched my stomach, and kept twisting my body, pretending to be in great discomfort.

"Brothers, wait a minute, I really can't take it anymore. My stomach is cramping terribly. I ate something bad when I left in a hurry, and now I can't hold it in and I need to poop."

The man in the back seat with the knife scoffed, pressing the tip of the blade against my skin again: "Don't try those tricks on me. Trying to run away under false pretenses, huh? Behave yourself, we'll talk when we get there!"

The man in the passenger seat turned around and glared at me: "Sit still and don't you dare get any funny ideas. If you try anything funny, I'll stab you right in the back!"

"How could I dare to play any tricks!"

I groaned in pain, arching my back and looking weak and powerless: "It really hurts so much, I'm practically screaming. If I hold it in any longer, I'll just poop in the car, and then the whole car will stink, making things difficult for you guys. Can you slow down a bit and find me some deserted spot by the roadside for two minutes?"

The driver hesitated for a moment, glancing sideways at his companion in the back seat.

The man with the knife stared at me for a few seconds. Seeing that I was hunched over and clutching my stomach the whole time, and looked genuinely uncomfortable, not like I was faking it to resist, he relaxed his guard considerably.

"Fine, you're smart to know what's good for you. Don't even think about trying anything funny, or I'll really kill you!"

He yelled to the people in the front, "Drive slower!"

I thought his next sentence was to say, "Park on the side of the road."

He then said, "Drive slowly along the side of the road, at about 40 miles per hour, and let him pull you up."

No, I thought I misheard.

"Brother, I... I'll pull it onto the cart?" I clutched my stomach.

He sneered, "Take your pants off and stick your ass out the window."

What the hell!

I gasped. Was this human language?

What do you mean by "drive slower" so I can take off my pants and poop outside the window with my butt sticking out?

Heading towards scarcity?

Even when Satan was a child, he had to pull strings to get a chance to attend his classes.

The driver responded and applied the brakes slightly, gradually reducing the speed from over 100 km/h to over 40 km/h.

It's now!

I continued to clutch my stomach and groan softly, pretending to be in so much pain that I felt completely powerless.

Taking advantage of their momentary lapse in vigilance, he suddenly pushed off backward with both legs, his heels slamming hard into the shinbone of the man with the knife in the back seat.

"Aww!"

Caught off guard, the man felt a sudden pain, his calf went numb and weak, and the hand holding the knife instantly lost its strength. The dagger that was pressed against my lower back was suddenly moved away and fell to the floor of the carriage.

Before he could recover, I jerked backward, my head slamming hard into his face.

He let out a terrible scream and collapsed onto the back seat, the dagger falling to the floor of the carriage.

Upon hearing the scream, the driver instinctively turned to look behind him.

In the instant I turned my head, I lunged forward, squeezing against the back of the driver's seat. With one hand, I forcefully turned the steering wheel toward the ditch by the roadside, and with the other hand, I grabbed the handbrake and pressed it down firmly.

The car had just slowed down to about 40 km/h when I suddenly pulled the handbrake, and the car went out of control.

The car body slid sharply to the side, and the entire vehicle swayed violently from side to side.

The driver was terrified, his foot frantically pedaling the accelerator and brake, completely losing control of the vehicle.

As the car slid toward the deep ditch by the roadside, both of them panicked and no one paid attention to me.

I grabbed the car door handle with one hand and pushed hard, using the momentum of the car tilting to roll outwards.

The moment I landed, my forehead slammed hard against the concrete curb, my head spun around, and a deep gash appeared on my forehead.

Warm blood flowed down his face, obscuring most of his vision.

My back slammed heavily onto the rough road surface, and a tearing pain spread throughout my body.

My arms and thighs were covered in bright red welts from friction.

Damn, thankfully it was only 40 mph, maybe a little over 30.

I don't know what those novels and movies say about jumping off a car at over 100 km/h – wouldn't that leave you covered in bruises? All over the place?

I struggled to my feet, supporting myself on the ground, feeling extremely dizzy.

I held onto the roadside weeds for half a minute before I could see that the van had plunged straight into the ditch, its front end slamming against the hard earthen slope.

The driver wasn't wearing a seatbelt and crashed through the shattered windshield, with half his body hanging outside the front of the car.

His right leg was bizarrely bent, the bone was broken, and he lay paralyzed in the ditch, convulsing and howling, unable to even move.

The man in the back seat whose face I bumped into was stuck in the gap between the seats. His chest slammed hard against the back of the seat in front, breaking several ribs, and blood gushed out one mouthful after another.

Half of his face was covered in blood, his body was limp, and he could only breathe weakly.

I clutched my bleeding forehead, limped to the edge of the ditch, picked up the fallen dagger, and stared coldly at the people inside the car through the broken window.

The man in the back seat barely managed to open his eyelids. His previous arrogance and ferocity had vanished, leaving only the fear of impending death.

"hello!"

I knocked on the car body.

Upon seeing me, he seemed to be so frightened that he coughed up blood onto the car window, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible.

"Big brother...spare my life...call 120 quickly, I can't hold on any longer..."

I held the knife to him expressionlessly: "Who ordered you to come and kidnap me? Tell me the truth, and I'll call an ambulance right away."

He was trembling uncontrollably, and with each rise and fall of his chest, a large mouthful of blood gushed out.

After hesitating for two seconds, unable to bear the torment any longer, he gritted his teeth and forced out two words: "Liu Ming".