Tong Erbao sat at the top of the square table, facing the front entrance of the office. He will have a smooth forehand now, open his beard, smile happily, and shake the house with joy. With a bang, the door cracked, and a young man walked outside.
Hearing people calling his name directly, Director Tong became angry and glared at the incoming person. He slapped the table and shouted: "Boy, you are crazy. Do you know whose site this is?"
The others in the house were angry or at a loss. I saw the young man who came in and didn't say much. He strode forward, and across the wide mahjong table, he shot and grabbed Director Tong's round bald head.
Let's do it on the spot!
Director Tong is a domineering blessing on weekdays, and he weighs almost two hundred catties. He had a dragon head tattooed on his chest, and his plump figure made one to back down three points as soon as he stood forward. But today, the mahjong table was prestigious, but he was caught in the head.
The young man with five fingers like pliers, forcibly pinched the skin on Director Tong's head, and pulled out his plump body like a chicken—the mahjong table made a mess, the table crooked and the chairs fell, and the cards fell on the floor. It looks as simple as pulling an onion.
When the others in the house saw this, they were furious, and they were about to step forward. But the young people who came in raised their fists, and they turned to be shocked-the big fist of the sand bowl was simply tied with a circle of rags, and it hit Director Tong's head with one punch.
Director Tong was struggling desperately, grabbing his hands and feet and kicking, screaming. But no matter how he moves, he can't get rid of the young man's control.
After the first punch, Tong Erbao's face was bloomed, the corners of his eyes were cracked, and the blood flowed out;
After the second punch, Tong Erbao’s jaw was dislocated, and he did not know that the bone was broken, and his mouth was bleeding.
After the third punch, the person was no longer able to do so, and he fell to the ground with a snap, and there was no sound.
From the time the young man came in to the end of the three punches, the whole process was ten seconds. This momentum is too fierce and cruel, even if the other people in the house are still angry, this will be frightened only by the coolness-needless to say, this is to meet the opponent to seek revenge.
After Zhou Qingfeng finished three punches, he breathed a sigh of relief. He untied the strip of cloth tied on his hand. The cloth strips were already covered with blood, and even the ground was spattered. He threw the cloth strip away and turned his head to look at the few people in the house.
The method of blatant execution was too quick and harsh, and few people at the mahjong table had time to react. They were all frightened by the eyes of this murderous man. The three who were sitting all left the table, and the others moved back against the wall.
Instead, Zhou Qingfeng pulled a chair and sat down at the table, pointed at the gambling money on the table, and asked, "Who won?"
"Director Tong."
"No, no, Tong Erbao."
"He wins a lot, we just play with him."
Several people replied tremblingly.
Zhou Qingfeng asked again: "How much did he win?"
Several people quickly picked up the banknotes scattered on the floor of the table and put them on the table obediently. Zhou Qingfeng didn't need to count, he estimated that there were more than five hundred. He collected the money and asked, "Should Tong Erbao only have this kind of money, right?"
"He still has a small vault." Someone pointed to the corner of the room, which was a locked bedside table, made of wood. "There is money in it, a lot of money."
Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward and kicked, and the bedside table was rotten. There is really a lot of money in the cabinet, probably because of the recent market management fees, all in it. He had all the big tickets and small tickets, and he put them all in his pocket as soon as he reached out and grabbed them.
There was also a bunch of car keys on the bedside table. Zhou Qingfeng took it up and asked, "This guy has a car?"
Another replied: "There is a second-hand Jialing motorcycle, just parked outside the door."
"This car belongs to me, are you okay?" After receiving the car key, Zhou Qingfeng was about to go out. The others stood still not daring to move, for fear of provoke the evil man's malice.
However, Director Tong, who was just knocked out, got up from the ground and shouted dizzyly: "Grandson, you must kill me tonight, or you will wait for death."
"I'm not very good at speaking harshly." Zhou Qingfeng was not moved at all, only grabbing a shovel against the wall. The shovel was probably used for cleaning and sanitation. It was useless for a long time, and the wooden handle was dusty. He grabbed the handle of the shovel and slammed the back of Tong Erbao who was propped up.
Snap..., the wooden handle was snapped off on the spot. Tong Erbao snorted and slapped on the ground again, with a blood stain on his back, completely silent.
Zhou Qingfeng looked back at the few remaining people again, "Have you seen enough of the excitement? Waiting for me to see you off?"
A few people in the house hurriedly left, leaving the vegetable market management office in less than a minute. Zhou Qingfeng took a large flashlight in the house and went out to find the second-hand "Jialing". He didn't start the fire, but just pushed and headed towards the dock.
On the wharf trestle, the youngest son of the He family was eagerly watching and saw someone coming with a bright flashlight. He panicked thinking that Zhou Qingfeng had been cleaned up, and he was about to jump on the boat and flee quickly. Zhou Qingfeng shouted in a low voice: "It's me, why are you panicking?"
The younger son confirmed that it was Zhou Qingfeng after hearing the voice. Seeing that he actually pushed the motorcycle back, he asked in surprise, "Where is Tong Erbao?"
"do not know."
"Where did this motorcycle come from?"
"From Tong Erbao."
Although the boat is small, it is not difficult to transport a motorcycle. The He family's youngest son saw that Zhou Qingfeng had made such a good thing as soon as he went there, and he was envious.
In the dark, the two started the gasoline engine and ran back in the small boat. There was no trace of the river, no one saw it, and the dock was soon silent, cutting off any possibility of recourse.
In the middle of the night, Zhou Qingfeng returned by boat, started the motorcycle by the way, and took the He family's youngest son back to Mawang Village. Why is the old man still being taken care of at his daughter's house, listening to the sudden noise of motorcycles at the door at night, without knowing what happened
As soon as the door opened, the youngest son of the He family jumped in first, and opened his mouth and shouted with a smile: "Dad, it's done."
Old man He put a piece of plaster on his forehead and came out in the night with a piece of clothing. He didn't even look at his son, first looked at Zhou Qingfeng who was pushing a motorcycle, and immediately knew that the matter must be resolved. He slapped his son on the head and shouted in a low voice: "Don't talk, come in."
It's just that people can enter the house, but motorcycles can't enter the house. Even Magnolia puts on her clothes and comes out to see a novelty—now a motorcycle is valuable, and there are tens of thousands of imported ones, and thousands of domestic ones.
According to the current economic income, those who can drive motorcycles are definitely big money.
Although it was only a second-hand "Jialing", its appearance was a bit worn out. But this car didn't lose any share when driving out, on the contrary, it gave more face. When he drove this car back, Zhou Qingfeng himself was actually secretly refreshed. It's just that he didn't make a difference, only took out a stack of money from his pocket.
A large number of banknotes were placed on the table in the hall, and he immediately attracted the attention of the He family. Zhou Qingfeng counted it casually, about two thousand yuan. He drew five hundred out, "Uncle He, this is Tong Erbao's compensation for your medical expenses."
so much? !
He didn't dare to pick it up, so Zhou Qingfeng stuffed it to his sister-in-law. The woman's family was also panicked, but didn't want to let go, so she could only look at her father.
The youngest son of the He family said in a low voice, "I sent Zhou Xiaozi to the Caishi Wharf, and he went to Huitong Erbao alone. I waited for him at the wharf and heard several noises. Less than five minutes before and after, he Just pushed the motorcycle back."
Zhou Qingfeng collected the remaining nearly two thousand, and after thinking about it, he took out one hundred and handed it to the little sister-in-law, "This is my rent and food for next month."
Listening to it for himself, the woman generously accepted the money but gave the man angrily, as if blaming him for being too fruitful. The two are in this relationship, do you care if this little money is made
But Old Man He looked at the money, sighed, and said to his younger son: "Do you still have the strength? I didn't go to sell vegetables yesterday, and I didn't make any money. Now I will run again and go back to help Boy Zhou before dawn. All the vegetables that should be sold are sold."
The youngest son of the He family was still in good spirits, and he followed his father to transport vegetables, smiling and laughing all the way: "Dad, five hundred yuan, you are not in vain on your forehead."