I still remember an experience in Congo Kim in p>2118-2119. Every time I think about it, it is memorable.
I just graduated from the Chinese University of Hong Kong in p>2118. Due to the excessive employment pressure in Hong Kong, my life is fast. I have no sense of direction and belonging in Hong Kong, so I am prepared to go to a smaller city to earn some work experience and then return strongly. At a job fair, I met a financial enterprise in Yantai (the specific company name will not be disclosed), so I signed the contract on the spot without informing my parents. Two days later, I started driving in Yantai. Why Yantai? Because Yantai is close to Korea, my mother is Korean, and my father is from Jinhua, Zhejiang
During my work in Yantai, in addition to my step-by-step work every day, I just answered my sister's phone calls, sometimes for a long time. Because I am a girl, my sister hopes that I can be with them. Since I was a child, I have been the most beloved baby in my family, and my family must be concerned. However, I do have my own ideas. Without the care and instruction of my sister in the past, it may be more free and bold to do something here.
Although Yantai is a quasi-third-tier city, it is a coastal city and a national key Belt and Road city. Yantai is more developed than ordinary third-tier cities, and I am engaged in financial investment banking. Because of my baby's excellent performance in the company, I know English, Japanese, Korean in image, temperament, conversation, education and language. Japanese is my own specialty after class, but Korean is my own. When I was born, I lived in Korea, and I was excellent in comprehensive ability for a long time. The company let me complete the core business of enterprise merger and acquisition, equity financing, bond financing and IPO listing independently, and equipped with several auxiliary employees. Since then, I have been a modest little official in the company!
after working for 2 years, my income has increased rapidly, and soon my deposit has changed from nothing to 7 digits at the beginning of 2. Economic independence has made my ambition expand rapidly. My dream is never endless work. My biggest dream is to be a small boss and be as powerful as my sister. My second sister has been doing mine business and foreign trade business in Congo Gold for many years. I heard from my father that my second sister has cobalt mines, copper mines and gold mines. ..... Big sister in Qingdao, engaged in the nature of OEM enterprises and catering industry.
soon, based on great idealism, I resolutely resigned, and the company leaders kept me, but I was unmoved. In the end, the leaders said helplessly: If you want to come back, you are welcome to come back at any time ...
I regretted resigning for two and a half days. At that time, I was still a child, and I didn't have much social experience at all, so I couldn't start a business, so I thought of my sister who was far across the ocean ... and decided to go to my sister. In fact, my eldest sister in Qingdao is very close to me, but she is engaged in enterprise processing business. I think this industry is not suitable for me, but my second sister's foreign trade business is very suitable for me.
Two days later, I set sail for Congo, set off from Beijing, passed through Ethiopia, and went to Kinshasa, the largest port city in Congo. My sister has an independent three-story villa in Kinshasa, located at 631 Avenue in Kinshasa. There are many China enterprises here, including China Railway Second Bureau, China Construction and Luoyang Molybdenum Industry ... All the prestige established by China people in Congo comes from these big enterprises.
As soon as I arrived in Jinsasha, my second sister rushed over, suddenly picked me up and kept kissing my forehead. I was the youngest in our family, and my eldest sister and second sister loved me the most. When I was young, they always held me high above my head and said that "Zhian" would be better than any member of our family in the future.
My second sister doesn't live in Kinshasa for a long time at all, but only comes back once in a while. My second sister's mine is in Zambia. I heard her say, "Her mine is hand-held mine, and there are many China mines around 111 kilometers, such as Huayou, Hanrui, Zijin and Pengxin ...
My sister only stayed in Kinshasa for a few days, so she left me alone and went to Zambia. I know her sister. Ebola ... All kinds of viruses are rampant in Congo Gold. Before she left, my eldest sister left me a dilapidated second-hand car made in China and a local driver. He can speak Chinese, so that if I need it, I can get the driver to take me out for a walk ... My dream of starting a business will be shattered when my sister left! Because I came here to study! I didn't expect my sister to treat me as a treasure in her hand and not let me go to Zambia with bad conditions at all! Bored, I studied the most basic simple French in my room ...
During this time, I had nothing to do, and Kinshasa was not Dubai, so I could go shopping at will. Bored, I called the driver and asked him to take me out for a trip. The driver said that I could go to Brazzaville, the capital of Congo.
(Kinshasa and Lachaiville are both the capitals of Congo, but they are two countries, one is Congo Gold and the other is Congo Cloth, and they are separated by a river only a few kilometers away).
We set sail for La Chauville by car. Because of my curiosity about Congo King, under my chaotic command, we deviated from the main line to La Chauville and went to Martinba, which is far away along the Congo River via Kasangulu and Sonabata.
We stopped at an unknown village between Sonabata and Martinba, where the most primitive residents lived. Their houses were all made of stones and mud, and the roofs were covered with some unknown grass and cloth.
I am used to taking photos when I take out my mobile phone. This action was ruined by an oncoming boy. He pointed at me and shouted at me, and I didn't understand what he said. The boy quickly came at me. Suddenly, I reacted quickly and narrowly to avoid the inexplicable attack, but my hand was scratched and slightly scratched!
The boy is thin and short, and his body gives people a sense of solidity. My eyes are full of anger and give off cold light. I look to the driver and wait for the driver to explain this behavior to me. The driver said that you can't take pictures casually in Congo, which may be illegal. Fortunately, I am not taking pictures in some important places of the government! Otherwise, it will be very dangerous. As for the boy's behavior, it's normal ...
Although some people don't understand this behavior, I still accept some special customs in a strange environment very quickly. The boy dares to hurt me, and my sister is still angry that she hasn't hit me since she was a child.
when I came to my senses and looked at the boy carefully, I suddenly felt an impulse to take him back to satisfy my gray desire. The boy is thin and short, and this physique is my favorite type, because I have a special hobby, using my weight to make others suffer and enjoy myself. In fact, I just want to trample on others and ride in their weakest and softest positions to satisfy my desire, and feel that I am holding others down and watching. At that time, I just thought about it!
I took out the leftover spicy strips and chocolates in my bag and handed them to the boy as a gesture of friendship. I usually like spicy strips and chocolates best, and I often have the habit of carrying them with me. In order to establish a relationship with the boy and get to know the surrounding environment. I gave the most precious snacks! Snacks are sacred objects in this world that have little resistance to children, and our atmosphere suddenly becomes relaxed.
The boy took us across a short steep slope to their home. His home can be described by the word "four walls of family". In the house, the stove was built with broken bricks that I didn't know where to pick up. The walls were made of mud and stones. Although I don't know when it was built, it still smelled of strong soil. The roof was a hard plastic board with English words written on it. There was no home in the house. The most valuable things should be those pots and pans. I walked around the room and finally found a stone to sit down. Soon I started to communicate with the boy intermittently in nonstandard French. The boy's parents made a living by digging mines, and there was no arable farmland. There were nine brothers and sisters ...
I don't know how long it took for the boy's parents to come back and see that we were not very friendly and vulgar, but they were rude to me. After a few minutes of communication, I established diplomatic relations with the boy's parents, and watched the boy's family decide to give them a hand. At my suggestion, I pointed to the boy and said, "I want to hire a boy to help my family and offer him a sky-high salary of $11 a day. The boy's parents readily agreed, and the boy didn't seem to want to leave home, but his parents seemed to be very heartless and urged the boy to agree. From this, we can see that the boy's parents didn't care much about the boy's safety. Ordinary parents always ask questions in detail when they accept the inexplicable invitation from strangers ... In the end, the boy followed me home. < P > I couldn't wait to urge the driver to start home. It was not until the afternoon that we returned to Kinshasa on a bumpy journey and arranged for the boy. Considering that the boy is still young, the job arranged for him is just to clean the room, which is equivalent to a nanny!
I thought that this plain life was all I had in Congo, but a boy's theft brought me a special memory! Once, when I packed my travel bag and put my clothes in my sister's cupboard, I accidentally left my wallet on the bed. There was a little RMB in my wallet, and all the others were US dollars, about more than 2,111 US dollars. At that time, I exchanged it in the bank before going abroad ...
Congo gold was called "franc", but it was very special and rich in minerals. Because of the wealth effect, many foreigners gathered here, and Congo gold was not hard to exchange.
when I found out, it was too late, and the boy had gone home along the path. I was probably the kind of person who hated evil as much as hate! Seeing that the boy's family was surrounded by walls, I relented and created a dispensable job opportunity for the boy's family out of thin air, in order not to let the boy suffer in the mining area, but this kind of kindness was in return for such a reward. The more I thought about it, the more angry I became. I called the driver and told him again, I was a little surprised! The driver didn't know where to find twenty or thirty people and got a minivan to take us to the boy's house.
The boy's father, under the threat of everyone, obediently handed over the dirty money and beat the boy up in front of me! I stopped this behavior in time. Since the loss was recovered and I was ready to go home, the boy's father repeatedly begged him to go back to work, and finally I took the boy away.
The car broke down on the way, and there was no car repair near Kinshasa, so the driver had to repair it himself. The driver's skill in repairing cars was poor, and it took a lot of effort to get the car started!
When we returned to Kinshasa, it was already midnight. I gave the driver some money to treat him well. Those helpers and the driver took them somewhere to have dinner! Thinking that the boy hasn't eaten since morning, I let the boy take a bath in the bathroom when I cook! So as not to stain other places! I simply cooked some food. It was already 12 o'clock after I had dinner with the boy ... < P > Suddenly, I saw the boy naked, and his bulging abdomen aroused my desire inexplicably. And the desire is particularly strong! Think about the boy who stole my money and decided to punish the boy, so as to feel avenged. In fact, I am not a vengeful person, but I kept trying to find reasons for abusing the boy psychologically. Maybe I was driven by desire at that time, with or without reasons, I would do bad things! Morality and desire struggled psychologically for a long time, and finally failed to overcome desire.
I suddenly became serious, pushing the boy to say in nonstandard French, "You stole my money today, and I will punish you! As long as you obey, I won't make it difficult for you, but you have to suffer a little. This is absolutely not negotiable!
Because my French is confused and incoherent, he also understands it. The boy knows that he stole my money, so he nodded in agreement. I don't care if he understands it or not. Whether he agrees or not, it is inevitable that he will suffer tonight.
To be on the safe side, I went to another room and cut a used bed sheet with scissors. I cut the bed sheet into strips to restrain the boy's actions as a rope. The boy resisted when he was tied up, because he didn't understand what I said and didn't know what I was going to do! I was very scared. I knew he would resist being tough, and I suddenly became gentle with him, indicating that his sister would not punish him by any violent means. In fact, I am not like a bad person. The outside world has always commented that I am beautiful. When I go to school, I will walk around the campus, and the boys will turn around more than 91%. I have always been the beauty of the school. Of course, I am not self-styled. Maybe I am suddenly gentle, and I don't look like a bad person. The boy's mood is much more stable! He may be deceived by my gentleness and appearance. Sometimes I am very cruel, born cruel or cruel hidden in the depths of my bones!
I was very fast, and tied the boy's limbs firmly. Then, I went to bed slowly, and my legs straddled the boy's abdomen. I stared at the boy's lying posture, and the bulging abdomen was hard to hide my excitement. At this time, his posture deeply aroused desire, and his legs bent slowly and sat on the boy's abdomen. I slowly straightened my legs and concentrated all the weight on the boy's abdomen. I actually sat on his abdomen, and his expression became more and more. His face twitched a little, and the veins stood out on his forehead, which is a normal performance when people are oppressed. My height is 177㎝ and my weight is 65㎏, while the boy's height is only 162, and his weight is 45㎏ visually. Besides, there is no cervical vertebra protection in my abdomen, and my abdomen is very fragile except the respiratory organs. I sat down for nearly a minute.
I slowly adjusted my limb posture, and my feet were placed directly on his chest. At this time, the unprecedented pressure caused by the posture pushed him into a more painful abyss, and he twitched even more, but I sat on it as steady as Mount Tai and enjoyed the pleasure brought by oppressing others. I sat for a long time, but I can't remember exactly how long. I felt my body sinking slowly. His uneven breathing carried my body up and down in a small range. I could even clearly feel the muscles and tendons in his stomach shaking regularly under my hip. Every shaking was so clear. This feeling was really wonderful!
The boy has just had enough to eat, and his abdomen is swollen, and every minute is extremely painful under the weight. Besides, I am still a 65㎞ adult, who is already overloaded for me. He is struggling in pain and trying to find me who can relieve the weight on his abdomen with insignificant strength ... But four of them are bound, and luck resists, which does not help much. It is impossible to adjust their posture at all.