Wang Cunde was shocked and quickly replied: "Second Master, I am Wang Cunde, I came to admit my mistake to you."

Du Yinling spit out a bone and said dissatisfiedly: "Anyone who stood up and admitted his mistake?"

Before Wang Cunde could react, Liang Bohua whispered: "Kneel down!"

Wang Cunde's mind could no longer tolerate any confusion. The word "bone" flashed in his mind for 0:00 and 1 second and then shattered. Hearing this, his knees immediately softened, he fell to the ground and shouted: "Second Master, I was wrong, please forgive me once."

The whole audience was shocked! In modern society, letting the enemy kneel down and beg for mercy, and often it is just a joke. Kneeling is an extremely humiliating form of obedience. Once you kneel down, it means that you surrender wholeheartedly in front of this person and all your dignity has disappeared.

It would be fine if no one saw it, but in full view of everyone, there are many friends from the past who have had old friends who have drunk alcohol and hired prostitutes, which is really humiliating.

But for modern people now, what is backbone? Nothing is before interests and life.

The Zhuca Committee is extremely cruel. Once it is slapped in the face, it will tear all your face to pieces.

Du Yinlang sneered: "What does this old thing mean? You haven't offended me, why did you admit your mistake to me?"

Wang Cunde, who was in a state of bleeding from his heart, suddenly realized, hurriedly walked several steps, climbed to Song Baojun, and shouted: "Mr. Jun, Jun. Jun, I was wrong. I have no eyes and don't know you. Please, let me have a way out."

Song Baojun has been recuperating in the past few days, devoted himself to studying ways to enhance secret energy, and basically turned a blind eye to the outside world. The bankruptcy of Yunlong Company was too far from the life of ordinary citizens and could not be heard in his ears. Until this afternoon, his cousin called him for dinner, he still said that there was a big meal to be had. When Wang Cunde shrank and appeared at the door, he understood.

In an instant, Song Baojun felt that it was really terrible to get involved in this situation, so he wanted to step forward and pull up Wang Cunde.

Before I could do any movement, I just had a thought in my mind, a calm and steady voice said in my mind: "If you don't plan to fall into Wang Cunde's situation in the future, it's best to do what I said!"

It is the philosophical personality that speaks.

"What? Could it be wrong for me to express my sympathy?" Song Baojun retorted naturally.

The philosophical personality ignored his unreasonable act and said, "In the sociological concept, there are many codes of conduct. The first is: the steps of the successful person are built by the skull of the loser! Once you choose this path, you cannot stop and you will no longer have mercy. Unless you become a skull for other successful persons to trample on. Think carefully, when he deliberately lets you repair you in front of your good friends and good classmates, have you ever had a hint of sympathy? Do you hope you will have similar experiences in the future?"

"Of course not. So let Wang Cunde be my first skull step."

A white light flashed, and Song Baojun re-entered reality.

"Mr. Jun, I was in a mess at that time. I was wrong about doing something worse than a pig or a dog. Please forgive me. You have a lot of me, so just think I'm a fart."

Wang Cunde thought to himself that he had kneeled down. What's wrong with these ugly words? Anyway, I'm no longer ashamed and shameless.

After shouting a few more words, Song Baojun looked blank and had no response to his words, and his heart became more and more panicked, like a death row prisoner waiting for execution.

He simply crawled and hugged Song Baojun's calf, his voice trembling with fear, and said, "Mr. Jun. Young Master..."

That look is not much better than a dog.

People around them shook their heads and sighed. Some couldn't bear to go and see them. Some were mature and persistent in pleading for help. Some were eager to please Mr. Du Er, but they had already stood up and said loudly: "Wang Cunde, you, haven't you seen Mr. Jun's shoes dirty? Why don't you lick them clean quickly?"

The person who called out was clearly Boss Li, the Huimin Supermarket who had been bathing a sauna with him last month at the Huangtai Leisure Club. At that time, it was Boss Li who rushed to settle the account.

As soon as this said, Wang Cunde's mind exploded. He clearly remembered that when he asked two bodyguards to throw Song Baojun out that day, the other party once said: "I must ask you to lick my shoes."

It’s really a world of things, and life is like a dream.

Wang Cunde bent down and leaned towards Song Baojun's leather shoes, his heart full of humiliation. Scattered booing sounds appeared around him.

Suddenly, Song Baojun raised his foot and kicked him hard at the face, saying, "Mr. Wang, my leather shoes are high-end goods bought from the overpass for twenty-five yuan. I'm afraid I can't afford to lick them with your qualifications."

Wang Cunde was kicked in the upper lip and turned over. His mouth was wet. It turned out that there was a missing front teeth and blood flowed out. He did not dare to scream in pain, so he quickly got up and continued to kneel in front of Song Baojun.

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