Being criticized, the future is uncertain.
Huang Dan frowned. In order not to disturb him, the man was afraid that he did not go through the door, but came in through the window, making sure to catch him on the spot.
The room was filled with the smell of smoke. Nie Wenyuan smoked one cigarette and lit another. He took a puff and asked, "Yi, tell uncle, have you caught the problem of uncle's style?"
Huang Dan said, "I took the money, but I didn't do anything else."
He knew that his words had little credibility, but he still had to tell the truth and try his best to gain a relatively favorable position for himself.
The original owner made a choice as early as when he was approached by Wang Ming. The path under his feet was already drawn. Huang Dan had no chance to go back, so he could only bite the bullet and move forward, one step at a time.
Huang Dan didn't go to see the man, because of his status as the other party, he wouldn't know that someone in T city was eyeing him, and he wanted to bring him down, so that he would not be able to stand upright for the rest of his life, or even kneel down as a grandson.
The man learned that his little nephew had hooked up with Wang Ming, and was still conspiring behind his back to sell his uncle for 20,000 yuan. The top remained calm, and there was definitely a gust of wind and waves in my heart.
Nie Wenyuan asked, "Did you take the 10,000 yuan with your own hands?"
Huang Dan, "Yeah."
Nie Wenyuan asked again, "Tell uncle, did you take the 10,000 yuan from Wang Ming?"
Huang Dan shook his head, "No."
The atmosphere in the room became even stiffer, and Huang Dan's back was wet. He had to be more honest, and he couldn't let the lie snowball any longer, or he would be crushed to death by the snowball.
Nie Wenyuan beckoned, "Come to my uncle."
Huang Dan noticed that the man who appeared was very dangerous, he still walked over cooperatively, and the man was only two or three inches away from the man.
Nie Wenyuan got up with a cigarette in his mouth, his tall and straight body stretched out, and a force of power radiated from him. He pinched his nephew's neck and lifted it up. Every agitation of the aorta on the side of the neck was fragile and vulnerable.
Huang Dan didn't struggle. He smelled blood from this man, which is not something a director in a factory would have.
The blue veins on his neck protruded, and Huang Dan remembered some fragmentary information, including the fear of the man in the factory, including the factory manager, and Wang Ming's caution every time he mentioned a man.
Wang Ming said that when this man fell, I don't know how many people would rush up to him, wanting to take a bite of meat.
Huang Dan didn't have time to think any more. The lack of oxygen brought him a strong sense of dizziness. Cold sweat oozes out of his forehead, sweat on his temples, his face began to turn purple, and so did his lips.
"Uncle... Uncle... I hurt... "
The voice was weak, with an aura of death, Nie Wenyuan's pupils shrank inwards, he flicked his fingers around his nephew's neck, the force between the fingers was withdrawn, and the next moment he scooped up the man on the table, and in turn pulled his trousers, To the ass is to bang bang bang three times.
The force was heavier than the next, and Huang Dan was stunned. When the pain surged up, he curled up in pain and whimpered in his throat.
Nie Wenyuan's hand was heavier.
Huang Dan was shaking all over after being beaten. He cried out in pain, begging for mercy, "I was wrong... Uncle, I was wrong... Don't hit me... "
Nie Wenyuan continued to fight, without stopping, his teeth bit the cigarette into a deep circle, and the outline of his face was unusually cold.
A small pinch of soot fell, just on Huang Dan's swollen buttocks. He almost bounced from the pain, and he cried even worse. His nose and tears were all over the table.
Huang Dan kept shouting that he was wrong, and his voice became hoarse.
The crisp sound in the room lasted for more than ten minutes. Nie Wenyuan's right hand was shaking non-stop. He pressed his left hand vigorously, but it was still shaking.
The little nephew Bai Huahua had big red palm prints on his butt, and it was also swollen. Nie Wenyuan pulled his pants up for him, and sat back on the chair himself, his thin lips pursed tightly, his brows furrowed, but the whole person was stunned. Somewhat dumbfounded.
I have never beaten a junior, but this time I beat someone.
Given the seriousness of this incident, there are many ways to teach it, and it will definitely be severe punishment. None of them is just a means of dealing with naughty children like spanking, which is naive and ineffective.
Nie Wenyuan would definitely not execute such a meaningless move, but he did just that, when he was sober.
He beat someone, but his hands were shaking. Nie Wenyuan stared at his right hand. No matter whether he was driving, holding a knife, or holding a pen or chopsticks, he had never experienced this kind of panic-like situation.