I was forced into slavery 1

Author: qinchao
Word count: 5810
I was born in Zhuzhou, Hunan in 1973. In September 1992, he was admitted to a normal college in Changsha. After graduating in 1996, he was assigned to a middle school teacher in a county town in southern Hunan, and his income was only 500 yuan a month even with subsidies. After working for three months, I couldn’t bear it anymore. I decided to go south and try it in Shenzhen, Guangzhou and other cities. A classmate was very enthusiastic and told me the pager number and address of one of his brothers in Shenzhen, and then made a special phone call to explain it to me. In this way, I set foot on the southbound train with 1,000 yuan and simple luggage.
1. The temptation of beauty
When I arrived in Shenzhen, I met that fellow. He has been in Shenzhen for more than a year and has been working at the Bagualing distribution station of the “Shenzhen Special Zone News”. His life is not bad. He is very friendly and takes care of my living and eating. Every morning, I get some newspapers back and help me find job information in the newspapers.
Half a month later, after countless job searches, I was picked up by a modest clothing company. The owner of the company, surnamed Qin, is a woman who looks quite young. People in the company management call her “Sister Qin”. On the day I went to apply for the job, Sister Qin happened to be there too. She randomly asked some weird questions, such as how to ask a strange girl out on a date, what kind of clothes would you choose for your girlfriend, etc. Although I have not experienced these things, but I have read a lot of novels and my imagination is not bad, so the answers are fluent, and there are some clever ideas.
On September 16 of this year, I started working here, and the company requires male employees to wear suits and leather shoes. I had no choice but to borrow money from a fellow villager to buy a set of parallel imports. I didn’t expect to be scolded by Sister Qin the next day. She calmly asked me how my family was doing and whether I had relatives or friends in Shenzhen. I don’t know how to lie, so I stammered and told the truth about my situation. Sister Qin said: “You must pay attention to the company’s image, and you must dress well. Also, you must find a way to improve your eloquence.” Then, she called a lady, gave her a credit card, and asked her to take me to buy clothes. I felt very uncomfortable at the time, and I swore in my heart that I would try to look like myself in Shenzhen. Every night, I practice Mandarin aloud in front of the mirror, and then I go shopping, practice bargaining and chatting with strangers. After two months, I seem to be a different person. I also rose from chores to an office clerk. This position is very suitable for me. It mainly coordinates the work within the company and drafts some documents such as management systems. I studied liberal arts in college, and I have a good foundation in literature, so it is very easy to do, and I am deeply appreciated by Sister Qin.
In mid-December, I was transferred to Sister Qin as a secretary. At first I was not used to it. Sister Qin said: “This is not the mainland, and there is no difference between men and women in Shenzhen.” So I also started calling her “Sister Qin”. Soon I knew that Sister Qin was 37 years old and had a 14-year-old daughter who was studying in middle school in the United States. Later, Sister Qin often brought me to discuss business with customers, and I always substituted drinks for Sister Qin during the banquet.Toasting one cup after another made me deeply realize that it is not easy for a woman to fight in the business field. Immediately, he felt sympathy for her. I do my job beautifully, and sometimes I handle some boring entertainment for Sister Qin alone. In Shenzhen, one can become a beggar overnight and become a rich man overnight.
One day, when Sister Qin came back from a business trip in Hong Kong, she was in a good mood, and she drove a shiny BMW and took me to the suburbs. The car drove into a resort called Jingyuan, and stopped in front of the third villa. The moment I opened the door for Sister Qin, Sister Qin smiled and said, “Relax tonight.” She led me in again, and as soon as I entered, I was stunned by the luxury in front of me. I went up to the second floor with Sister Qin, and there was a small table of delicacies in a bedroom, which was still hot. It seemed that Sister Qin had already arranged it carefully. Sister Qin said: “Tonight we put aside all our identities and backgrounds, and just treat the two of us as good friends.”
Sister Qin talked about her experience while drinking. She was an orphan and had two failed marriages, both of which her husband hid in a golden house outside. “A man becomes bad when he has money, and it has happened to me.” As she talked, Sister Qin drank one glass after another. I was moved by it, and drank heavily to vent my depression. Later, Sister Qin went to the bathroom and asked me to help her after a while. As soon as I went in, a lemon shampoo hit my face. Sister Qin was lying in the bath, her whole body was covered in foam except her head was exposed. She asked me to rub her back. I panicked, but I didn’t know that Sister Qin hugged me, kissed me frantically, and took off my clothes. At this time, I didn’t care about anything, slept in the bath with Sister Qin, touched her body, and made love crazily. It was such a ecstasy that night. Although my height is only 170, the relationship with Sister Qin made me feel confident about myself as a man for the first time.
From then on, Sister Qin often brought me to Jingyuan Villa. Mr. Qin said: “There are so many men, but you are the purest and most compassionate. I only trust you. Those men only want my money. I see too much.” Every time after the rain, Mr. Qin gave me a stack of hundred-yuan bills, one thousand yuan each time. I don’t want, I don’t want to sell my body and become a naked money relationship with her. But Sister Qin said: “Don’t pay too much attention to it, it would be pitiful for a man to go out without much money.”
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