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Volume 1 Text ¡¾095¡¿Three Rings of Rampage

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    "That's right, you're already old, and you're still playing piss escape?" On the way back, Mr. Lin kept looking at me.  I retorted: "Didn't you and Da Ben escape yesterday?" Mr. Lin: "Damn, we were just creating a chance for you to be alone with Erchun, okay?" I was speechless.  Before, when I listened to Lao Yang¡¯s stories and Lao Li¡¯s stories, I dared to express my opinions with great enthusiasm.  When it was my turn, I was immediately speechless. I didn't know how to share my story with everyone.  "This time you went to Tibet in vain. I thought you were detached, but I didn't expect you still can't let go." Mr. Lin continued to scold me, "Don't be repulsive. When facing a group of strangers, if you can keep the deepest feelings in your heart  If you say something, you will really let go.¡± I asked him: ¡°How does it feel to say it?¡± Mr. Lin: ¡°It feels very good.¡± I asked: ¡°How cool is it?¡±  "It's a good time." I asked, "How did you manage to speak out loud?" Mr. Lin laughed: "Actually, I was an audience member the first two times and I couldn't speak. I got to know everyone better.  I felt that I would be sorry if I didn¡¯t say it, so I had the courage to say it. "I felt a little bit guilty. I listened to six people¡¯s stories in vain, but I didn¡¯t share anything. It felt like I was eating a king¡¯s meal.  Mr. Lin added: "Go there a few more times and open your heart, and you will eventually tell it. Lao Li is much more boring than you. He refused to tell it the first five times, but the sixth time, he didn't tell it. You  I¡¯ve never seen him before, and now he¡¯s relatively bright. A few months ago, he gave people the impression that he was covered in a layer of darkness. ¡°I didn¡¯t say anything. Lao Li¡¯s stories always make me happy.  I feel an indescribable heaviness.  At this time, the phone rang, and Roger urged me to meet him.  I then remembered that I had promised to go to a stress-relieving club with Roger and the others tonight, so I said goodbye to Mr. Lin and went to meet Roger.  Neither of them drove, and looked mysterious. The three of us took a taxi to the Third Ring Road, a road where birds don¡¯t lay eggs and dogs don¡¯t poop.  ¡°What on earth are we doing here?¡± When we arrived at our destination, I still didn¡¯t understand the situation.  Roger: "You haven't heard of the Third Ring Rampage?" I said, "Nonsense, I haven't been back for so many years, how can I know so much?" Roger: "Then how do you know about the bridge shock gate of Jiuyan Bridge?  " I said: "" After a while, the answer was revealed.  Hundreds of people came one after another from all directions. According to my visual inspection, most of these people are urban white-collar workers, and there are also a few pretty white-collar girls among them.  Just when I was wondering how these white-collar workers were going to be petty bourgeois, they did something that was not petty bourgeois from beginning to end.  I saw only one leader, let¡¯s call him the leader. This leader lined up about a hundred people in a queue, then walked in front of him and shouted three times: ¡°Ah~ah~ah!¡± ¡°Ah!  ~Ah~ah!¡± Dozens of people immediately followed and screamed, and dozens more remained silent like me.  "What's going on?" I asked Roger next to me in a low voice.  ¡°You¡¯ll find out later.¡± Roger continued to remain mysterious.  The leading brother shouted three more times: "Ho~Ho~Ho!" "Ho~Ho~Ho!" More people joined in, and even I had the motivation to follow suit.  I suddenly understood that this situation can actually be explained by very scientific things.  Human beings are blindly obedient animals, especially when there are more people, it is easier to lose their opinions and follow the crowd.  Anyone who has bought a ticket to watch a game at the stadium for a long time knows that if someone next to you shouts and cheers loudly, you will shout along.  Of course, this situation is most common in Europe and the United States. In China, because the national football team is too domineering, not many people cry out.  In the process of yelling like this, you will find it very enjoyable and let out the things that are usually accumulated in your heart.  It is said that urban white-collar workers are under great mental stress, and now I have learned the lesson.  Looking at the roaring crowd around me, I realized how much life pressure this group hides behind their pretense of being petty bourgeoisie.  At this time, the big brother who took the lead suddenly made a bold statement and roared: "Boss, fuck your mother!" "Boss, fuck your mother!" This time, at least 80 or more people followed and roared, and the momentum was overwhelming.  The big brother who took the lead kept doing it and yelled again: "Manager, fuck your sister!" "Manager, fuck your sister!" This time, there were at least a hundred of them.People roared in unison, the sound resounding through the night sky.  Roger next to me roared with great enthusiasm, which reminded me of Roger¡¯s sad past. Ten years ago, when Roger was a clerk, he was treated like a grandson by their manager, which almost left a shadow.  The big brother who took the lead came again: "Supervisor, I'll beat you up!" "Supervisor, I'll beat you up!" This time, 99% of the people were shouting along, which was earth-shattering.  I looked around and thought, Damn, is this an illegal assembly?  ¡°If I hadn¡¯t personally participated, I wouldn¡¯t have believed that there were such civil organizations in the harmonious society.  The leader's thinking was very fast. He crossed from the company system to the civil service system and yelled: "Section Chief, fuck your sister!" "Section Chief, fuck your sister!" This time, everyone seemed to be there except me.  Followed by yelling.  The elder brother¡¯s voice was always loud and kind: ¡°Director, I¡¯m sorry for you!¡± ¡°Director, I¡¯m sorry for you!¡± This time, even I started yelling.  Although strictly speaking, I am not an office worker, but following everyone¡¯s shouting, I felt an inexplicable sense of belonging.  I feel very satisfied. The pressure of attending the Uncle Mutual Aid Association today has all dissipated, and I feel indescribably relaxed.  This night, more than a hundred people stormed along the Third Ring Road.  I looked up at the people around me who needed to relieve their stress. They were all red-faced and roaring at the top of their lungs. Everyone was releasing unknown pressure.  ¡¤
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