I'm not a super cop

Chapter 427 How Sad
Few people know that according to an unknown survey report, antisocial personality disorder, as a character defect that cannot be corrected, accounts for 4% of the population.

In other words, one out of every 25 people around you is likely to be an antisocial personality.

People with antisocial personality disorder behave in ways that are socially unnatural, contrary to social norms and norms, and they take for granted.

They are self-centered everywhere, only think about themselves and ignore others, and never care about others' pain.

These people also obviously lack self-control, and their behavior is often out of control. Therefore, they are impulsive and self-willed, and it is difficult to maintain deep interpersonal relationships with others. Although they know that their behavior is wrong, they do not feel guilty and cannot learn from it.

Once these people are bound with high IQ, it is often difficult to distinguish, and the potential aggressiveness in their hearts is often a bomb buried around people that can explode at any time.

They would kill someone with no vengeance or even acquaintance for no reason.

Think about it carefully, is there such a person by your side?Do they—do they often secretly stare at you?

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Weng Tao is an ordinary construction worker on a construction site. Like ordinary workers, he looks a little old at the age of 34. Those who don't know think he is almost 40 years old.

Weng Tao doesn't like to watch people secretly, and he doesn't think he has antisocial personality disorder.

He just felt that he should not be a construction worker. He thought highly of himself, and once went to the law department of a certain university to attend a class given by an old professor.

When attending lectures, he always arrives early and sits in the seat closest to the podium. He believes that the closer he sits to the professor, the faster he will accept knowledge.

He is over [-] years old and still unmarried. He despises the rural girls introduced to him by his fellow villagers. "I have listened to a professor's lectures, and the quality of those college students is not as good as mine. These people have not graduated from junior high school. , can you also be worthy of me?"

Weng Tao completely forgot that he only graduated from junior high school, but he didn't take it seriously.

When he went to attend lectures, he always looked aggressively at the girls from the law department, and when he returned he would brag to his co-workers: "The girls from the law department are very temperamental, and they are my future wife."

In the evening, Weng Tao got off work, wearing a dirty T-shirt, rolled up warehouse pipes, dragging a pair of old flip flops, holding a set of suits that he regarded as a treasure, and walked into the construction site. In a tailor shop not far away.

The tailor shop is very small, and the most obvious thing is an old-fashioned sewing machine. There is an iron on the sewing machine. Wait, there are all kinds of second-hand camouflage uniforms and rubber shoes for sale on the ground.

Weng Tao solemnly handed the suit to the store owner and asked for it to be ironed. The store owner took it casually and threw it on the table next to him. He picked up the iron and said indifferently, "Five yuan."

Seeing the shop owner belittle his noble suit, Weng Tao was a little annoyed, but he thought again that he was a highly educated person, and caring about such inferior people would only lower his taste.

So he said with a serious face: "Money is not a problem, you can iron it neatly for me, don't get dirty, I am going to attend an important high-end meeting."

When he mentioned the words "important" and "high-end", he raised his head involuntarily, deliberately accentuated his tone, and looked proud.

——In fact, he just wanted to have a meal in a western restaurant and experience the life of the so-called high-end people.

The shop owner squinted at Weng Tao for a moment, he came to iron a 5 yuan suit, what are you putting on?Moreover, this suit is a cheap item worth tens of dollars. Who would wear such a suit to a high-end meeting?
The shop owner murmured two words silently in his heart, pretending to be aggressive. "Why don't you go to other places to iron? If my store breaks down, I won't guarantee compensation. For a high-end person like you, if I break it for you, won't it delay your meeting?"

"What's the point, hurry up, you're in a hurry."

Weng Tao looked disdainful, pretending to be serious and wanted to raise his hand to check the time, but suddenly found that he was not wearing a watch on his wrist.

But he wasn't embarrassed either. How could someone like himself, who was supposed to be walking around in high-end places, understand something that someone who only charged 5 yuan for ironing suits could understand?

Heh, it only costs 5 yuan to iron a suit. People like this who don't know how to make progress are destined to live in such a low-level shop for the rest of their lives.

Return to the worker's dormitory with the ironed suit.

After taking a shower, Weng Tao solemnly dug out the pair of second-hand high-end leather shoes he found out of the shoe box, put on his suit, buttoned up his shirt, spit and wiped his bald hair on his forehead.

Weng Tao feels that he is very temperamental, especially his fair face, which is completely different from those tanned workers on the construction site.

He felt more and more that he should be a person living in the upper class.

After tidying up, Weng Tao brought 300 yuan. He usually eats in the small shop next to the construction site. 10 yuan can buy several dishes. If it is not enough, he can add more. He thought about the western restaurant he chose, 300 yuan The money should be enough for a meal anyway.

Picking up the "Supreme Prosecutor's Gazette" that he often reads, his own notebook, and the novel "Perfume: The Story of a Murderer" that he often brags to his workers, Weng Tao walked out of the worker's dormitory.

Looking at those workers who have nothing to do after work and only brag and fart, Weng Tao thought to himself, these people who do not seek to make progress are really sad.

He proudly took a taxi to the western restaurant. When he went upstairs, someone was smoking in the elevator. Weng Tao felt dissatisfied immediately. How could there be such unqualified people in such a high-end place as the western restaurant?

Weng Tao wanted to stop talking, but looking at the gold watch on the man's wrist and the bulging wallet in his hand, he suddenly felt that this man was quite aura, like a big shot.

——Perhaps a western restaurant, which is very high-end to me, is like a small restaurant next to the construction site that I usually go to for that person.

Weng Tao was instantly relieved, but he felt a burst of envy in his heart. When will he enter a western restaurant like this person, and follow up with the cheapest small restaurant?
When we came to the western restaurant, the high-end restaurant did not disappoint Weng Tao, with elegant decoration, courteous waiters, and a pianist playing in the middle of the restaurant, Weng Tao was immediately intoxicated.

Why can't I understand such a beautiful piano piece?So Weng Tao pretended to be familiar and asked the waiter: "What song is this? I seem to have heard it somewhere."

The waiter smiled and replied, "Songs From A Secret Garden."

Weng Tao nodded immediately: "That's right, I heard it in the Lin'an Concert Hall before, but I didn't remember it for a while." After speaking, he puffed out his chest without any trace, as if he had really listened to it in the Concert Hall, quite airy.

The waiter led Weng Tao to sit down in one place and handed over the menu.

Weng Tao took a look and was dumbfounded. The cheapest set meal on the menu cost more than 500 yuan, and he only brought 300 yuan.

The key point is that his mobile phone is still an old-fashioned one, and he does not bring a bank card, so it is impossible to transfer money or swipe his card.

Weng Tao couldn't get off the tiger, so he gritted his teeth and ordered a set meal of [-] yuan. After the waiter left, he ran to the toilet and called a worker with whom he had a good relationship, asking for money to come.

Thinking that the workers are about to come to these "high-end" restaurants with dirty clothes and be despised by all kinds of elegant people, Weng Tao feels very regretful.

Why didn't I bring more money?It caused a friend to be despised by others, what a shadow it would leave in the heart of a friend!

Sad, how sad!

(End of this chapter)