Tell me about my one-day MLM experience.

When the panic in front of the crisis instantly turns into the calm afterwards, it is like suddenly grabbing a rope when you are about to fall into a swamp. After returning to a safe place, you lie on the muddy ground panting, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, full of happiness.

On the evening of March 4th, 2065438+0/kloc-0, I lay on the sleeper of the train, put aside my mobile phone with little remaining power, put the remaining wallet in my coat pocket and put it in the sleeper, then lay down and breathed a long sigh of relief. Mental and physical fatigue makes me want to sleep, but I really can't sleep. I think when I fall asleep, I will definitely sleep in the dark, ignoring everything and thinking nothing. The trouble of sleeping at the station is beyond my consideration. What are those compared with the swamps and quagmires before? ...

Arriving in Xuzhou at eight o'clock last night, not seeing each other for more than two years didn't make us so strange, and there was no polite and embarrassing greeting. We both couldn't help being happy, and then we celebrated our meeting again in the way we expected most-drinking. Put the luggage in the hotel and start looking for food.

A kebab and a case of beer. When I got back to my apartment, it was past nine. He asked me if I had reported my safety to my family. I said I had sent a message to my family. Take off your coat and throw it on the bed during the chat, and put on the hotel slippers. I felt very tired all the way.

He picked up my mobile phone and jokingly asked me what the password was. I said guess! Before that, he knew everything about me, including my bank card password. It is no exaggeration to say that our relationship is close. In this way, I unlocked my mobile phone to him. He found my girlfriend's number on WeChat and started a voice call. He knows my girlfriend, but he has never met her. Then the three of them talked about some irrelevant topics in public. The key point was to report to his girlfriend that he had arrived at his house to reassure her.

We talked over coffee, but I can't remember exactly what we talked about. The only thing I remember is that I saw a scar on his hand and a white scar about 5mm in diameter on the outside of the second joint of his thumb. The regenerated skin can't be covered, so my curiosity prompted me to ask him how the scar came from. He immediately had the cheek to say it was a fight in a relaxed tone. Maybe my surprise made him think that I couldn't accept the complicated environment here. He changed his mind and said it was a joke. I accidentally burned it when I was cooking. It was not until the moment I left here that I doubted the truth of this matter. I believe that a person needs companionship and communication to get along with each other day and night. Breaking it is as simple and direct as breaking a cup, and there is no possibility of cure.

We kept drinking. When I was bored, I started playing some songs I liked on my mobile phone, and he immediately stopped listening to me. The first song he played was "I just met you". I never heard it, and I liked it at first sight, so that the single cycle continued until I finished drinking this box of wine, so that every time I heard this song later, I felt that he still had it, but I just didn't like it anymore.

I slept until dawn the next day. He asked me if I disturbed my sleep last night. I was surprised at the origin of this question and asked him what happened. He said that I had diarrhea and went to the toilet several times last night. However, I was not disturbed by the sound of his going to the toilet, nor did I run to the toilet with diarrhea like him. Everything is normal and abnormal, but trust is only at work.

He helped me with my suitcase, and I checked out after eight o'clock with my luggage. On the way downstairs, I heard a lot of people gathered in a hall. The lecturer was talking loudly about the so-called class, and my friend gave me a hand and said, don't look.

The two men put their things in a small shop. He said he would take me to the mall to buy something, which is the most suitable thing for me who just arrived here. So we went to the mall, put a backpack in the locker and started shopping. When I asked if I needed to buy bedding or toiletries, he replied that I didn't need to buy them first, so I would use them first, and then I would consider buying them slowly. Naturally, I agree with him. After walking around, he bought a pack of paper towels and told me. I just looked around and waited by the locker in the mall, trying to get familiar with this strange place. The waiting time this time is a bit long, it is estimated that it is only more than 20 minutes. If he comes out, I will scold him if he falls in. A playful little joke stops here.

Then I went shopping in Yiwu, and he said he would buy himself a pair of shoes. We shopped in Yiwu until ten o'clock, tried on a pair of shoes, and shopped at other times. I also gave a lot of advice on what kind of shoes he wanted to buy, but he couldn't choose, so I gave up ... Just when I was bored to the point of explosion, a miracle happened, and I actually met an elder sister in his unit, not much older than me. However, A Cheng (a friend's pseudonym) gave me the impression that she was a person with a good voice in the company, so I talked to her about her or my past and was always restrained and cautious. Since you are here to find a job, you need to show your due attitude and performance. During our chat, I intentionally let A Cheng walk among us, but when he walks, he will sneak behind, leaving us to talk about our parents.

It's already past eleven o'clock, which is just the opportunity to meet the leaders. I suggest everyone go to dinner together. It's my treat. I wanted them to find a place, but neither of them wanted to eat casually. The hardest thing these days is to eat casually. Finally, I spent several tens of dollars to buy jiaozi for three people. After eating, I started chatting again. I'm not good at words. Basically, she's asking questions and I'm answering them. I thought it was equivalent to an interview process, and all the topics I was interested in were asked, so I was able to answer them easily and felt a little excited. We talked until the guests left the shop. At this time, I felt it was a little inappropriate to sit down again, so I offered to leave. I don't have any purpose or idea. The two of them discussed whether to find a place to sit and have a rest. As a foreigner, out of politeness, I usually don't object to my friend's suggestion, and I'm really tired after shopping all morning. We went to Wallace again and ordered three glasses at random. Sitting in a secluded corner on the second floor, I talked until there were no topics, so I easily talked about all the topics. During this period, my sister walked for half an hour and said to go to the toilet. Whenever I have to adapt to a strange environment, my dull head will become more dull. After coming back, she took a nap on her desk again.

Just sit aimlessly until after three o'clock. My sister at work asked me whether to live outside or go to the company dormitory with them tonight. For a hard-won new job, I always look forward to leaving a bright image of kindness, pragmatism and unpretentious to my colleagues and bosses, so I told them that they decided to live together in the company dormitory.

After I got my luggage, I went to find the bus for the return trip. I am anxious about my imaginary company dormitory and every enthusiastic colleague I will meet. I sat with Cheng, and then he showed me a black sports coat he was wearing. I'm curious to know what happened to the clothes. He said it was the clothes of a brother in the company. I think it looks good on me. Give him a polite smile except puzzling. I'm going to a strange place to meet some strangers, and now there is no room for other things in my heart. Smiling is a reluctant coping style.

After getting off the bus, I walked more than three miles. After crossing the bridge of twenty or thirty meters, I came to the community where the dormitory was located. There are many old people fishing by the river. Cheng knows that I like fishing, and it's not bad to say that you are here to catch fish after work. I am quite satisfied with this idea, which has slightly diluted my inner anxiety and uneasiness.

We came to the last building in the community, and when we got to the third floor, our sister knocked on the dormitory door, and only listened-Dangdang, three or five seconds later, a rustic lady opened the door to welcome us in. Needless to say, after the luggage was put down, one Cheng called my brother, and another male colleague warmly invited me to the back room to play gobang with them. Cheng watched. I am a coward in a strange environment, and I am not very good at chess. I lost every game. Meanwhile, A Cheng also explained to me that the scar on this big brother's face was caused by his previous work on the ship. They keep saying that the work on board is chaotic, so it is better to work on land with them. I mentioned to him that I wanted to find a job on the boat. Maybe what they said is that I'm not fit to work on a boat. However, I don't care where I work. Being idle at home for more than half a year makes me very concerned about how much I will suffer at work. At the same time, I didn't notice his scar before this brother mentioned it. Now I care.

At this time, the unit sister said that she would go out and buy something to celebrate the arrival of new employees. Cheng and I also went out to buy some daily necessities. At the intersection of the bridge, we separated from our sister at work, and Acheng walked slowly with me. At this time, my mood relaxed a lot, but all the sights I saw gave me a bad feeling and did not appear clearly in my mind. There is nothing wrong with trusting, but then I have to believe that even if a person makes great efforts, it is sometimes difficult to do it.

He took me around a lot of places, but he didn't take me to buy some bedding and other daily necessities. I asked him what he was going to report that night. I looked at the bed in the bedroom. There was no quilt. Are they all in the cupboard? He replied vaguely, just spend the evening with him. It's okay. Passing a food stall, he said, let's have some dinner here. I said, why don't we eat together later? If we eat out alone, it's not suitable for me who just came to work. He said it's not good to eat back, but it's better to eat here. I didn't understand what he meant at that time, and I didn't agree to eat in that place. On the way back, I bought ten yuan of cherries at a fruit stand. I said to bring some fruit to my colleagues to show my goodwill. He instinctively opposed me to do it and said why I bought it. Now that we have bought it, we walked back with the cherry and crossed the bridge again. I asked him where our company was. I don't know if it's my subconscious or if I just have nothing to say. After this question, his heart was obviously unstable. If he can talk to me as usual, I won't break this trust and ruin my life like him. He looked a little impatient and said perfunctory, just trust me. What else can I lie to you about? Then I heard an answer that was not the answer, but I still didn't realize the problem. In order to make his share unhappy, I quickly said that I believe you.

We walked into the community and just passed the corner of the last building. We saw a police car with three or five people on the side and two policemen dealing with things. The center is surrounded by a middle-aged man with blood all over his face. I don't know what they are talking about. Now I thought I was asking about the case. Cheng quickly pulled me away from the circle of right and wrong, spared me from the flower bed in front of the building and quickly entered the unit where our dormitory was located.

When the knock on the door rang, I had a general understanding of my situation in an instant. At this time, my body began to tighten and my heart was in my throat. In the past, other authors described it like this when reading a book, but I really can't understand this feeling. Now I'm fully aware of it. This feeling is really bad and a little fucking disgusting. The door opened and there were seven of the first four people in the room. They are hiring jiaozi to welcome me as a newcomer.

No contact, naturally joined Bao Jiaozi. I am in charge of kneading dough in the kitchen. On the left is a graduate student who graduated from medical school. They told the girl's story casually. After graduation, I was highly educated and couldn't find a suitable ideal job, so I followed them. Only then did I know the truth of these words, and I no longer cared about what they said. I just agreed casually, and at the same time showed a shy expression. There is no panel in the kitchen. When I first came here, I finished my first task on the tile of the stove. On the right is a man whom they call Big Brother. He is responsible for cooking the wrapped jiaozi on the stove. The glass coffee table in the living room is where several other people pack jiaozi. There is nothing to pad. There is a wrapped jiaozi on the coffee table.

When I finished my task and walked out of the kitchen door, the entrance of the house was in front of me. The complicated structure of the door bolt made me desperate, and I almost had the idea of a larger foe. But in the face of five men who are much better than me, each of them can pick up my small ribs, let alone five, let alone my friends. In the gap of despair, they dragged me to the bedroom to play some gobang, and in the process of playing, my friend quietly took my mobile phone away.

Soon, jiaozi was ready, all the jiaozi were placed in the middle of the coffee table, and all the dishes and chopsticks in jiaozi were neatly arranged. Some ancient enamel jars are pounding my brain, making me think about the reality in front of me all the time. I started eating. I put some garlic vinegar in the bowl. My favorite food, jiaozi with leek and egg stuffing, is just as bad at this time. They ate happily one by one and sent a signal of respect to the big brother sitting in the middle. I ate three and I can't eat any more. I said I was full, and the big brother sitting in the middle pulled down his face in an instant and said, "You can't pretend to be proud!" " I don't quite understand what he said, but from his expression, I know he is not satisfied with what I have done. My friend immediately took my bowl with a smiling face and put the garlic paste on jiaozi. I think this may be slang between them.

During their meal, my mind was never idle. Can I make a mountain out of a molehill and let others notice what happened here, so that even if I suffer a little loss, it doesn't matter. I don't have the courage to kill this suggestion directly. I ran to the door as fast as I could here. Can I successfully open a few door bolts? I haven't carefully observed the structure of the door bolt, and 100% will be invalid.

Finally, I decided to inform the outside world about my situation first, and then I would confront them. Even if I was knocked down and beaten up, I wouldn't give in. After the decision, I sat and watched them eat. My mobile phone messages keep ringing, all from qq. I asked my friend for my mobile phone to see if there was any problem. He returned it to me. Maybe they all think that I am the meat on the chopping block, and I can only be slaughtered by them. After I got it, I said I wanted to go to the toilet, and my friend led me to the toilet. Then I sat nervously on the toilet and immediately took out my broken mobile phone. I keep praying that the mobile phone must be more powerful. Don't get stuck or cut off at this critical time. I informed my girlfriend in the shortest time: this is a pyramid scheme, informed my dad159 * * * * * *, and then sent the location in one go. Mobile phones have been used for four or five years, and occasionally they go on strike, but fortunately, they work at critical times. At this time, my nervousness is not so strong. Even if I die, my family will find me.

About two minutes after entering the toilet, there was a knock at the door, and I casually responded that I was taking a shit! Two minutes later, I flushed some water into the toilet and opened the door and went out.

They have been sitting neatly on the sofa chatting. When they saw me coming out, they all enthusiastically said that they wanted to play something. I don't know how to start my action, because my anger value at this time is far from explosive. They said to play in the bedroom. It's a Datong store with nothing on the bed. They went there first. By the way, my friend whispered to me: tomorrow we will get up early to go to the company, get up around four o'clock, and then walk. It's quite far. I put on an unhappy look at what he said. Why did I go out so early? ? At this time, someone began to greet me in the room, saying that I had had enough of playing royalists. This is a lively activity. I said wait a minute, and then I began to complain that I had to get up early tomorrow to go to the company with my friend, and then said that since I was going to the company tomorrow, we would go to another bar tonight. I think if this request can be granted, then I don't need to suffer myself. He also began to be unhappy, saying that just after dinner, the leaders were all there, which was not good. I didn't say anything else except that I'm leaving tomorrow anyway. What's wrong with having another meal tonight? I didn't drink enough wine last night. He thought he couldn't beat me, and then said he would tell his big brother. My thumb and forefinger unconsciously rubbed the sweat on my fingers, feeling that I wanted to rub it off, but the more I rubbed it, the more slippery it became. Eldest brother agreed to let us go out for a drink. At the moment the door opened, I resisted the impulse to run down the stairs. He told me his dissatisfaction with my request for a drink, and at the same time he walked through the dark corridor like me. I responded perfunctorily that I really didn't drink enough last night and wanted to drink more, while controlling my own rhythm. I can feel my heart put down bit by bit in the process of going out. He has been walking slowly, and his complaints never stop. He kept asking me what I really wanted to do. I said I really want to drink, so have another drink. I also ask him from time to time where there is a place to drink around here, and he says impatiently that there is no place to drink here. I say we find a night market. He said there is no night market here either. In this way, until I walked to the door of the community and turned right and walked along the avenue, he asked me again what I really wanted to do. I said I just wanted to find a place to drink. At this time, I also lost my cool attitude and said that if there was no place to drink here, I would look for a place near the train station last night. I stretched out my hand to stop the passing taxi, but it didn't stop. I don't know if it was dark or I knew the darkness of this place from the beginning. The taxi driver didn't see me waving. My heart lifted again, and my pace became unstable. He followed me for two or three meters until he turned the corner from the bridge, and then walked for several hundred meters. I waved a taxi to pass by again. This time, the bus stopped and my heart slowed down. I take the co-pilot, and my friend is in the back. I immediately told the master: the train station! He kept asking me what I really wanted to do, which made my colleagues feel. I said I just want to have another drink with you. I'm used to leaving the biggest space for things to end more perfectly and safely. Even if I get on the bus now, I still want to control the rigid time of things and come back later.

On the way, I said give me your mobile phone, and he did. Then I asked him with trepidation: Do you want to come with me? I want nothing. I'll buy you a ticket, and then you can come back to my house with me. First he was silent, and then he asked you what this meant. I once again asked him without any feelings, do you want to come with me! I pestered a few more words that I didn't understand, and there was nothing to say all the way to the railway station in the second half.

After getting off the bus, I returned my mobile phone to him and walked quickly to the square in front of the station.

Not being calm enough has always been my greatest weakness. At this time, my heart became nervous again, because I was looking for the ticket office. Looking around, I didn't see the ticket office, but I saw my friend holding a mobile phone and pressing bad news for me. This time, my mood is a kind of excitement and tension that can't be suppressed anyway, just like playing games at the last minute of customs clearance, and I can't tolerate any mistakes. I robbed his mobile phone and said that I would return it to him if I bought the ticket and entered the waiting room. He is angry, too, but he dare not be too angry. I was so nervous that I beat an uncle to a passing policeman. I asked him incoherently where the ticket office was. He pointed blankly in the direction I was facing, and didn't have time to review his stupidity. He walked into the ticket office in a few steps. My friend dare not expect too much at this time, because he doesn't know if my present state will hurt him. He followed me on the left without saying a word. I waited again when I was waiting in line to buy tickets.

I bought a berth ticket for more than eleven o'clock. I've been thinking about saving so much, as long as I can leave safely.

I bought a ticket and gave him my mobile phone at a stall in the waiting room. I didn't say anything about taking care either. I just looked back at him and went in. My heart completely calmed down ... I found a corner against the wall and sat on the floor against the wall. I'll call my dad first and say I'm already in the waiting room. Don't worry, I will arrive in Texas early tomorrow morning. Before I called home, my parents were suffering from anxiety and helplessness. At that time, my dad didn't say much, just saying it was okay. At that time, my grandfather was at my house discussing how to deal with this matter. My dad is thinking about how much it will cost to solve this problem this time, and my girlfriend is trying to call the police or contact the media.

Before getting on the bus, my friends sent me a message saying that they wanted me to pick up my luggage. They have brought my luggage and left it at the gate of the public security bureau. It takes about half an hour to 40 minutes to get to the station by taxi from where I live. I told him this fact with regret. I wanted to vent all my anger, expose all his lies and smash the broken quilt.

I boarded the train back to Texas, lying on the sleeper, and unconsciously remembered the song-"We cried, we laughed? We look up at the sky? How many stars are still there? Are we singing? Song of time? Hug each other? Exactly for the sake of what ... "