No Pollution, No Public Harm

Chapter 71

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"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Family members! Come with a family member to follow the car! Does the old man have a history of drug allergies? Do you usually have chronic diseases?"

"I... No." Yang Yifan knelt on the ground, her ears were full of noise, her brain was almost frozen, she just did CPR based on instinct, I don't know if I did it right, my hands and feet would tremble badly. , failed to stand up.

A pale hand stretched out and grabbed her elbow. The skin on the hand had loosened, the fingertips still had kodan, and the nails almost pierced into her flesh through the thick winter coat.

Zhang Meizhen picked her up from the ground: "Get up."

"Wait a minute," an old man from a beggar gang dressed in clean clothes stood up to stop him. This man's voice was so loud that it sounded like knocking a gong. It seemed that the small courtyard of 111 could not tolerate such a loud volume, so he shouted an echo. "Daughter, should you explain the dog-beating stick first?"

Zhang Meizhen snorted coldly: "Tian Zhanpeng, don't you feel ashamed of yourself?"

"It's not me who is embarrassing, who knows who it is!"

The first responder in the ambulance turned back and shouted, "What on earth do you have to say now?"

"Let people go over first!"

"The dog hits the stick..."

"Unworthy..."

"Beat the dog!"

"Sacred artifact... dog bat..."

Yang Yifan had a splitting headache from the noise. At this moment, Zhang Meizhen hung a small plastic bag around Yang Yifan's neck like she was hanging a key for an elementary school student. Before she could see what was in the bag, she put her hand behind her. Push back: "Come on."

Tian Zhanpeng is one of the four elders of the Beggar Gang. He wears a smooth leather coat with a linen "patch" on his chest as a symbol. Looking closely, he is not willing to sew directly up. of!

In the dark, his old man was like a donkey dung ball with leaves stuck to it. Seeing that Yang Yifan was ignoring him, he reached out and stopped him.

At this moment, there was a sudden gust of wind, Tian Zhanpeng retracted his hand subconsciously, the thing rubbed his hand and fell to the ground, hitting the stone brick with a crisp sound of gold and stone - Zhang Meizhen's hand flashed out at some point. A nine-section whip!

The nine-section whip was very long, and like a poisonous snake, it swung away a large group of beggar gang disciples.

No one expected that the old lady would act directly if she disagreed, and the people who were almost whipped were all surprised and inexplicable, and the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.

Yang Yifan finally got out. As soon as she jumped into the ambulance, the car ran out with a screeching sound.

The sound of wind, yelling, arguments, medical equipment... and the repeatedly mentioned "dog-beating stick" lingered around her ears.

Yang Yifan supported his knees with his elbows, covered his ears with both hands, and rubbed the long hair hanging down from his temples.

An emergency worker said to her: "If people in their 40s and 50s have symptoms such as numbness in their chests and backs, arm and stomach pains, etc., they have to be extra careful, let alone such an old one! When the elderly say they are not feeling well, their family members Didn't you notice?"

Yang Yifan raised his head blankly.

He didn't say it.

She didn't have time to listen either.

She has so many things to worry about - crisis public relations, dealing with the police, she has people from a company to support, to prevent competitors from falling into trouble, and the brands she cooperates with are waiting for her to explain... Grandpa doesn't understand anything, talk to her The most frequently said phrase is always "you're almost done", as if she's doing something bad that needs to be reined in.

What is "almost"

Every year, major brands launch new products as if they are competing with each other. The wave of fashion rolls up the white foam again and again. The beautiful products they create are like fleeting flowers, born in a carnival and then out of date.

The voices made by people are like the wind that swept through the wheat waves, one wave after another, each road is a narrow road at the end, and countless people squeezed up, and countless people fell. Tears are often heard from all directions, making people feel a sense of crisis lying in ambush, as if there are dead ends everywhere.

And the times are like a volcano that is about to move, ready to burn the road ahead to a cliff at any time. No one has a strategy for safe customs clearance. They can only repeatedly warn the surrounding, "You have to become a better version of yourself. This is equivalent to nonsense, because the definition of "good" is so broad that the hell knows what a "better self" is.

So we can only make phantoms over and over again. Glossy skins are "good", and delicate and extravagant things are of course "good". If you don't read a hundred books every year, you don't deserve to be called "good." Small "goods" are thrown out in all directions for people to chase.

Everyone is running, who dares to stop, who dares to "almost"

Yang Yifan suddenly felt that it was unusually quiet. She thought for a while dully before realizing that she didn't have her phone with her. Maybe it was lost during the conflict, or it may have been a messy day, and it may have been left behind.

She touched her body unaccustomedly, but did not find her mobile phone, but noticed the plastic bag that Zhang Meizhen was hanging around her neck.

When I opened it, there was a roll of cash inside.

By the way, she came out in a hurry and didn't even bring her wallet.

The noise that made people tinnitus was far away. She held the roll of paper money and depended on an old man whose life and death were uncertain.

Yanning's night finally became empty.

But the protagonist withdrew, but the 111 courtyard did not stop because of this.

Tian Zhanpeng pointed at Zhang Meizhen angrily and said, "What do you, the old witch of the walking gang, mix with us in the matter of our beggar gang?"

Zhang Meizhen mentioned the nine-section whip: "My mother is happy."

"Elder Tian, don't talk nonsense with her, beating a dog!"

Tian Zhanpeng snorted, turned around and said to his followers: "Since the old leader Yu passed away, the old leader has been deceived by them again, this courtyard is full of smog, all kinds of monsters and ghosts are creeping into it, and the sacred objects of my help must not fall here. .Since the old gang leader is powerless, then the dog-fighting stick should be managed by us!"

When he said a word, there were countless people holding stinky feet.

Tian Zhanpeng raised his arms and shouted: "Go to the sixth floor, let's go and get a dog stick!"

Before waiting for his followers to applaud, Zhang Meizhen pulled the whip with both hands: "Dare?"

Tian Zhanpeng sneered: "At this age, I wanted to give you a face, but you don't want it! When you were young, you were full of tricks, and when no one wanted, you went to hook up and slept dirty and smelly. Enough, I've become an old widow, and I'm still entangled with our old gang leader."

Zhang Meizhen smiled nonchalantly: "'dirty and smelly'? Oh, you are not a filial son, what should you say about your father. Quickly say something nice, burn paper on Qingming Festival, and Mom won't tell him to sue you."

Tian Zhanpeng: "You are courting death!"

He pulled out an iron rod out of nowhere and swung it towards Zhang Meizhen. For a while, there was a chaotic sound of "ding ding", and the wooden chessboard under the tree was swept aside by the nine-section whip, and it cracked on the spot. These two are in the rare age of old, and when they started, they were flying sand and stone. The onlookers who had nothing to do with this matter were stunned, and they didn't know whether they should call the police or not.

The other three elders of the beggar gang watched from the side, not wanting to help at all, lest others say they were bullying the less. The cunning and cunning Elder Zhao raised his voice and said to Elder Tian, "Brother, I'll leave it to you to take care of it. Let's go and get a dog stick."

The iron rod in Tian Zhanpeng's hand was entangled by the nine-section whip, and he almost let go. Hearing this, he became a gourd on the spot. He shouted loudly, his veins throbbed violently, he firmly grasped the iron rod, and shoved his foot towards Zhang Meizhen's stomach.

Zhang Meizhen stretched her nine-section whip to block his kick, and she staggered back two steps: "Do you still dare to break into private houses?"

Elder Zhao said kindly: "Don't dare, we'll leave after we have hired a dog bat, and definitely don't dare to touch anything in the main house—you guys, find a few plastic bags to use as shoe covers, don't step on it dirty. The floor of the old gang master's house."

Zhang Meizhen: "Stop!"

Tian Zhanpeng: "You just stop me!"

When Zhang Meizhen turned around, he swung a stick towards her back.

At this moment, a long thing inserted horizontally, "嘡" bounced off the iron rod, Tian Zhanpeng's mouth was numb, and his face was ashes. , that was actually a long broom.

Yu Lanchuan poked the broom he picked up from the reception room at the entrance, swiped it politely, and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt: "Intentional injury, have you thought about it? At your age, a fixed-term sentence is quite a lot. So he was imprisoned for life."

Tian Zhanpeng: "What are you..."

Elder Zhao was stunned for a moment: "Are you... Little Master Yu?"

"Well," Yu Lanchuan nodded, "I saw you at the meeting in autumn, and we chatted a few times, Mr. Zhao, are you in good health?"

"TOEFL." Elder Zhao smiled, ignoring the young man, "I must find Xiao Yu for tea another day. Today, our Beggar Gang has some internal affairs, so I won't bother you. I'm sorry for the neighbors for making such a big noise. , we'll go up and ask for a dog bat and leave."

Yu Lanchuan raised his eyebrows strangely: "The Yang Gang mainly gave you the dog-beating sticks, and they also labored for you to go upstairs to get them in person?"

Elder Zhao said: "The dog-beating stick was originally a thing of our beggars' gang. Gang Master Yang is now in the hospital and can't come out to preside over the affairs for a while. Of course, the dog-beating stick is managed by us."

"Oh, it belongs to the Beggar Gang." Yu Lanchuan nodded and said chattingly, "When did the Beggar Gang register and become a legal person?"

Elder Zhao's eyes jumped.

Yu Lanchuan: "Otherwise... about the ownership of the dog stick, you guys also signed a contract?"

"Master Yu is joking."

"No, I don't like drinking the northwest wind and laughing in the middle of the night," Yu Lanchuan walked past the beggar gang, walked to the entrance of the corridor, and went to that stop, "Unless you take out the documents about the legal sharing of dog bats, it will be private in the middle of the night. Breaking into a house to get something is a robbery, and the police are on the way."

"Little Master Yu," Elder Zhao said with a smirk, "Wulin housework, it's not good to disturb the public."

Yu Lanchuan: "So much 'housework'?"

"Little Master Yu, don't use this set to scare people," Elder Zhao lowered his voice, "The dog-fighting stick is stored in the hands of the previous gang masters, and he abdicates and returns it. If you don't believe it, ask the old gang master if he dares to say that it is his private property. What if the police came? Could it be possible to arrest us because of a stick? Today's dog-beating stick, if we have to, Xiao Yu, you can't stop anyone, it's all in Yanning, all You are a fellow person, look up and see, I know you are a civilized person, don’t make everyone’s faces look bad.”

Yu Lanchuan smiled, his tone softened a little, and he discussed with the other party: "Old Yang's gang leader is still in the hospital, and he doesn't have long legs for beating the dog. Why is everyone doing this? Uncle Zhao, can't you wait for two days? Wait for him to wake up. , to whom, I'll ask for leave to escort the holy relic for you, okay?"

Elder Zhao sighed: "Little Master Yu, it's not that Lao Zhao doesn't give you face, it's just that in your building, there are remnants of Wanmuchun, and they help old people... Even if I promise, my brothers also If you don't agree, please forgive me."

"I remember that Wei Xiao was not convicted in the decree of the leader of the alliance. How come you are here, and Wan Muchun is a 'remainder'?" Yu Lanchuan's face turned cold, "Tonight, you must break into this private house. ."

Elder Zhao didn't say a word, and several disciples of the Beggar Gang rushed up behind him, trying to squeeze into the corridor from Yu Lanchuan's side.

Yu Lanchuan pressed the broom down sharply, and the long plastic rod hit the knee of the person at the front. The person stumbled for half a step, and was then pushed down by the broom that came across. By the way, he brought down a companion, leaving two people behind. One had his legs swept, the other had a nosebleed with a broomstick, and went down the stairs—the long, light plastic pole was swirled in Yu Lanchuan's hand, and lay between the entrances of the corridor.

He condescendingly glanced at the rabble of beggar gangs, and felt that his oath not to fight with two or more opponents might be swept away.

Yu Lanchuan used to think that this statement had nothing to do with him since ancient times, but it turned out that there were always some things that had to be said by hands.

In addition to preventing sudden death, it may be the first time that the "Seven Techniques of Cold River" has been passed down to this generation, and it may be the first time to play its other function - to let fools listen to people's words.

"Such barbarism, what a disgrace to civilization," he thought.

Across the crowd, Yu Lanchuan politely nodded to Elder Zhao: "Then try it."