The villagers of Guanyin Village lived some distance from the central kitchen. Ji Wa was holding a wild grass root in his mouth, walking in a very proper manner, looking like a scoundrel. Wen Liang looked around to see that there was no one around, took a few quick steps, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Hey!"
Jiwa was startled and was about to curse when he turned around and a huge fist hit him. Then his eyes went dark and he felt a sharp pain in his nose and eye sockets.
These two places can be said to be the weakest points of a person. Not to mention Ji Wa, a little scoundrel, even Stallone can't stand it. Of course, Wen Liang never leaves any trouble behind. In order to prevent Ji Wa from being tougher than he looks, he also took a thin steel drill from the construction site and hit Ji Wa's waist hard. Even though he was wearing winter clothes, he still almost knocked Ji Wa unconscious.
He screamed "Oh", opened his mouth into an "O" shape, and his two eyes, one big and one small, were squeezed inwards like rolling balls, forming a standard cross-eyed look. No wonder he was called a chicken baby, it turns out that this is the origin. At the same time, his neck was stretched long, his chest was straightened, his abdomen was pulled in, his waist was twisted and his hips were lifted. If it weren't for the snot and tears flying around, this action would be somewhat similar to the ballet posture in Swan Lake.
"Is the rooster crowing? Crowing, still crowing?" Wen Liang hit Ji Wa's knee with the stick again, and the crowing stopped abruptly. Ji Wa's eyes almost popped out, and he sat down on the ground with a thud. His mouth still retained the gesture of spitting blood, but no sound came out of his throat.
After a few seconds, when the pain in his body was not so intense, or he got used to the pain, Ji Wa finally breathed in. He knew that he had met a ruthless person today. He didn't care why he was beaten. He begged for mercy, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again..."
Wen Liang was both amused and annoyed. It seemed that this fellow had experience in being beaten. He kicked him and said, "Don't yell. Just answer whatever I ask. If you don't know, just shake your head. If you dare to say anything nonsense, I won't hit your legs with this stick next time."
If not the legs, where should I hit? Ji Wa raised his head with this question in mind, followed Wen Liang's gaze downwards, and finally stopped at the weak spot between the legs.
Wen Liang chuckled and turned the steel drill in his hand in a circle. Ji Wa shivered all over. He hadn't gotten married yet, and he was relying on the little Ji Wa to give birth to a son to carry on the family line. If he was killed by someone, it would be worse than death!
"As long as I know, I will tell you whatever you ask. Ask, ask!"
Wen Liang looked down at him and said with a smile, "Who asked you to mess up Qinghe Soy Milk?"
"No, no one..."
Bang!
Wen Liang hit Ji Wa's elbow with a stick without mercy. This time, the force was much stronger than the last time, and a slight bone cracking sound could be heard. Ji Wa shouted, "I said, I said, someone came to Hu Lao San and said that it was not good for the village to open a factory here, and that they might occupy more of our farmland in the future. He also said that the most fearful thing for enterprises is that someone would cause trouble. As long as we organize ourselves, we will definitely be able to get a lot of money from Qinghe..."
"Who is this person and what is his name?"
"I don't know," Ji Wa screamed at the top of his lungs without waiting for Wen Liang to do anything, "I really don't know. He only contacts Hu Lao San. If I weren't Hu Lao San's nephew, I wouldn't know this. Except for Hu Lao San, no one in the village knows who he is!"
After those two lessons, Wen Liang didn't believe that Ji Wa dared to lie. It seemed that this matter would eventually fall on Hu Lao San. He raised the steel chisel, with a smile on his face that made people feel like spring breeze, but his words were chilling. He said, "Slap yourself ten times, until blood comes, or I will help you with the stick!"
At this time, Wen Liang seemed like a devil in Ji Wa's eyes. Although he often showed off in the village, he was actually not very brave. When he met someone more ruthless than himself, he was immediately scared out of his wits. He raised his hands and cried and slapped himself until blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.
"These ten slaps will teach you to respect women in the future. Trouble comes from the mouth. You will be punished for your bad mouth. Do you understand?"
Jiwa's whole face was swollen, with tears and snot mixed together, and blood at the corners of his mouth. He looked horrible. He nodded wildly and swore in his heart that he would never say a bad thing about any woman again in his life.
"Your name is Ji Wa, right? This matter is not over yet. Let me talk to Hu Lao San. If I find that what you said is untrue, hmph, I will bring people to your house and we can talk about the past!"
After saying that, Wen Liang turned around and left. Ji Wa pondered over Wen Liang's last words, his heart and liver trembling. He didn't even go home, but left Qingzhou directly and went to another place to seek refuge with his brother, and hide away from the limelight.
When he returned to the construction site, he saw Hu Laosan and others coming out of the command center from a distance. They said a few words to Si Yajing and Li Shengli, and then left in a shouting manner. Wen Liang waited until they were far away before coming over from the other side. Si Yajing's face was shocked and she said, "I'm sorry, I didn't handle it well..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I saw it all. You did a great job. The central kitchen is built here. It is necessary to build good relations with the local people, but we can't let them think that Qinghe is a soft persimmon or an ATM. They can make a small fortune by making trouble out of boredom." Wen Liang smiled and said, "You have fulfilled your respective duties. Leave the rest to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang, and Brother Ming's voice came from the other side: "Mr. Wen, I'm here."
Wen Liang covered the microphone and whispered to Li Si and the others, "I'm going to answer a call..."
After Wen Liang left, Li Shengli mentioned that there was a new fast and multi-storey restaurant in the Times. Si Yajing was very surprised and said to herself, "Why is it like an appointment..."
"What?"
"Oh, nothing. Mr. Li, what do you think we should do about the amount? It seems to me that this situation cannot be resolved without compensation."
Li Shengli's eyes lingered on Wen Liang who was not far away, and he said with a smile: "Since Master Wen asked us to delay it for one night, it means he has a solution. We don't need to worry about this matter. We should keep a closer eye on Kuai Youduo. The heads of various departments will have a meeting tomorrow. No matter who Kuai Youduo is, we will definitely do better than them!"
A few minutes later, Wen Liang came back and said, "Notify Qu Rong that the problem has been solved and construction will resume as usual tonight! Sister Yajing has worked hard these past few days, I'll give you a day off, go back and have a rest, and spend some time with Tutu." He turned to Li Shengli and said with a smile, "Uncle Li, you have to work harder, stay here tonight, and communicate with Qu Rong if there is any emergency."
Li Shengli was about to agree, but Si Yajing said sternly, "Boss Wen, since I have been in charge of the central kitchen, I should see it through to the end. I can't just run away when there's trouble. Let Boss Li clean up the mess for me. I'll still be on duty tonight. But don't worry, if something uncontrollable happens, I will report it to you in a timely manner!"
Don't be spoiled by being spoiled, don't be afraid of difficulties and avoid battles, and take on responsibilities in whatever position you are in. Teacher Si is even more beautiful than when she is in bed! Wen Liang actually didn't mean to do anything else. He gave many things to Brother Ming to do tonight. Logically, there wouldn't be any mistakes. But it's better to be safe than sorry. If the problem is not solved well and the villagers of Guanyin Village make trouble, it might not be safe for Si Yajing to stay here alone.
But since she had spoken, Wen Liang couldn't refuse. After a moment's hesitation, he thought that there was a 99.9% chance that nothing unexpected would happen, so he said, "Okay, you're familiar with Hu Laosan's gang, so you and Uncle Li can stay tonight, so that you can have someone to take care of you if anything happens!"
Before leaving, Wen Liang said to Li Shengli, "Xiao Ning will report to Qinghe tomorrow. You can arrange for her to go to the planning department and learn something from Kang Sheng."
"Okay, I still remember when we were at the Bayi Store, Xiao Ning worked much harder than many people."
After arranging everything, Wen Liang went to Diyuan Garden. It was Ye Yuting who opened the door. She had been living here since she was followed home by that pervert Shan Wei last time. Seeing Wen Liang's tired face, Ye Yuting somehow became much gentler. Not only did she run around to get him a blanket and pillow, and let him lie on the sofa to rest for a while, she also considerately made a pot of tea, and then went to the supermarket outside to buy ingredients and cooked a sumptuous dinner.
The fragrance in his nose woke Wen Liang from his light sleep. He looked at the watch and saw that it was already past 8 o'clock in the evening. He sat up and could vaguely see Ye Yuting's busy figure through the glass door of the kitchen, but Zuo Yuxi had not returned yet.
He took out his cell phone and dialed Zuo Yuxi's number, but the system prompted that the other party was out of service area. He couldn't get through after calling three times, so he had to put down the phone and walk to the kitchen.
"Do you need help?"
Ye Yuting was handling a sturgeon skillfully. A strand of hair was hanging down from a hairpin, and her round and rosy face was full of a serious expression. She was wearing a yellow apron with two thin straps going around her waist and tied on her hips. Her long legs wrapped in jeans were straight and tight, without any gaps or bends.
There was a cartoon girl with braids on the apron, holding a pot in one hand and a spatula in the other. She looked very cute, and made the usually dignified Ye Yuting look a bit girlish. She turned her head and smiled softly at Wen Liang, saying, "Are you awake? Go have a cup of tea and watch some TV. I'll be there soon!"
Wen Liang scratched his head, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't find the key point. He shrugged and said, "Then I'm just waiting to eat. By the way, why hasn't Sister Zuo come back yet?"
The sharp knife in Ye Yuting's hand slid, and the sharp tip of the knife rubbed against her left index finger, leaving a deep bloody mark. She was stunned for a few seconds, and the pain in her fingertips exceeded the momentary pain in her heart. She lowered her head and stared. The blood drops were like a bead curtain, but there was no trace of love passing through!
Wen Liang ran over, grabbed her finger and pressed the wound with his thumb, but blood still kept coming out from between her fingers. In a moment of desperation, he leaned over and put the injured index finger into his mouth, worry was evident in his eyes, and pointed in the direction of the living room, signaling Ye Yuting to follow him outside, but Ye Yuting just looked at him stupidly, motionless.
Wen Liang thought she was frightened by so much blood, so he put one hand around her waist and the other around her legs, picked her up sideways, and quickly ran to the living room. He found alcohol and gauze in the first aid kit under the TV cabinet, treated the wound urgently, and bandaged it.
Ye Yuting didn't say a word during the whole process, but when Wen Liang was busy bandaging the wound, her eyes were like the morning light after a light snowfall, so gentle that one couldn't tell what day it was... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)