"Fuck! I'm still so used to him that nothing happens to him! If I can't figure him out today, I guess I'll have to be sorted out by my old uncle!"

Huang Tingting cursed in a low voice and walked towards the old man.

"Hey, old man! Can you leave now? It doesn't matter if you fall, you can't delay our work!"

After carefully examining the old man for a while, Huang Tingting finally couldn't help it when he saw that the old man had no intention of getting up and leaving.

"Hey, oh!" The old man didn't answer Huang Tingting's question, but just groaned in pain.

This behavior naturally angered Huang Leiting, who was already impatient. As if he was possessed by Beckham, he raised his right leg and volleyed.

It's just that what Beckham is good at is "banana ball", while Huang Leiting is good at playing watermelon.

"Bang!"

With a big kick, the largest watermelon next to the old man exploded instantly, and the juice inside splashed everywhere.

"You...how could you kick my watermelon to pieces!"

The old man covered his chest with one hand and pointed at Huang Leiting with one hand, and asked tremblingly.

Huang Tingting glanced at the old man and shouted: "My last kick was a watermelon, and my next kick will be your head! You are thinking that your avatar does not look like a ball. Can you let me kick it as far as the department store?"

Come on!"

It is said that he is so cruel that he will be stunned. Faced with Huang Leiting's completely unreasonable treatment, even the old man was confused.

"Ma Liu, take this man away. If he doesn't leave, I will send him to the crematorium when I get angry!" Huang Tingting urged again.

In his mind, no one in the world is as big as his uncle. He must carry out the tasks assigned by his uncle 100%!

Huang Mao, the leader of the street gang, asked tentatively again: "Mr. Xiao Huang, what happened then and how can we deal with it?"

Huang Mao’s name is Deng Jingjian, and he can be considered a player who has been playing in the Nanyun Division for several years. Although he is not doing well, he still understands the rules. He also knows that such a critical issue involves someone’s nod, so as not to

It’s time to take the responsibility on yourself.

Huang Leiting took charge and said, "If something happens, it's all my fault! Come back, the old man's family has come to find you, so you can just clean him up and take him away! If you want to fix the problem, you'll be done with it! If you have any problems, just go to me."

Push on your head!”

"Okay, with your words, then I know what to do!"

After Deng Jianjun replied with a smile, he called for his brothers to rush forward and threw the old man and the watermelons onto the side of the road. Soon, the large trucks resumed traffic.

"Fuck! You can't handle this little thing, so what else can you be expected to do?"

Seeing that the problem was successfully solved, Huang Leiting put his hands behind his back, walked back to the goods yard with eight-figure steps, and continued to focus on the renovation project.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why a player like Deng Jianjian, who had been playing for many years but had never made a name for himself, would rather be regarded as a street kid by his neighbors than find a serious job.

Nothing else, just two words: "Happy!"

This method of solving problems with the simplest means makes him really happy!

Returning to the temporary office at the construction site, Huang Leiting used some tissue paper on the table dipped in water to wash off the muddy spots on his white leather shoes one by one, then put his legs on the desk and hummed a little tune again.

The good times didn't last long. Huang Tingting hadn't hummed the tune for two minutes when Deng Jianjun's voice came from the intercom again.

"Mr. Xiao Huang, Mr. Huang, the old man's family is here to cause trouble!"

Huang Leiting is so angry! He grabbed the walkie-talkie, scratched his neck and cursed: "Send him away when he comes! If he can't be sent away, beat him away! Don't I tell you clearly enough?"

Deng Jianjun replied with a good word in a low voice.

"Fuck! I've said it over and over again, don't people in this horse racing society go out without thinking?"

Huang Leiting threw the walkie-talkie on the table and closed his eyes again to rest.

It was close to noon, and the hot sunlight outside the window shone into the house through the glass windows, but Huang Leiting did not make any move.

No matter how sunny and pleasant the scenery outside the window is, the scenery outside the window has nothing to do with him after all...

"Brother Tang, you also heard that Ang has this attitude. What do you want me to do?"

Even before Deng Jianjun joined the cargo yard, he was just a little basket case who would be beaten wherever he went, but in the process of being beaten, he got to know quite a few people.

No, even Deng Jianjian, the family member of the old man who was just taken away, knew him.

The family's surname is Tang, Tang Zhenbang is also a local who lives next to the goods yard. He opened a small supermarket with two mahjong tables in it.

In my own family, I often consider myself a "social person".

When Deng Jianjun had no money in his pocket, he would go to the supermarket in Tangzhenbang every now and then to buy a few packs of cigarettes on credit.

He would not repay the credit, but would continue to take credit next time. He did it several times, which also made Tang Zhenbang lose his temper.

Later, I called several friends who often played mahjong in my shop, and grabbed Deng Jianjun to clean it up. After following this set of procedures, Deng Jianjun also paid back the money, and his credit problem was cured.

Faced with Deng Jingjian, the street kid who once pinned him to the ground and beat him until he cried for his father and mother, he turned into a security captain and bullied his own father. Tang Zhenbang was also furious.

But he didn't take action blindly. After all, he now has such a large warehouse behind him, so Tang Zhenbang would be bragging if he said he didn't feel trembled at all.

Therefore, he came with the idea of ​​​​reasoning if he could; if he couldn't, he would "explain his own truth to the other party."

Walkie-talkies are equipped with loudspeakers, so Tang Zhenbang naturally heard what Huang Thunder said before, word for word. At this time, his face was as black as the coals at the bottom of the pot, and he was very ugly.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "You mean, if you bullied my father, it was all in vain?"

Tang Zhenbang didn't come alone, he also called a few friends who often play mahjong together in the shop.

It was because he heard that his old man was being bullied, and everyone was a neighbor who came to help him. If he wanted Tang Zhenbang to go back in such a dejected manner without getting any explanation, then he absolutely couldn't do it.

Putting everything else aside for now, there is no place to put his "social person" face alone.?

Regarding this matter, Deng Jianjun was actually holding back a lot of anger. Inexplicably, he was scolded twice by Huang Tingting twice in the morning, as if he was scolding his third grandson.

The harsh tone made him even more furious.

The most important thing is that the old man in Tang Zhenbang's family, he and his brothers didn't bully him. They gently carried him aside without knocking or touching him. They didn't even break his watermelon.

Of course he has a temper when he comes to trouble him now. Fortunately, he still has the identity of the security chief of the goods yard, which at least makes him worry about the influence, otherwise he would have gone to work with Tang Zhenbang.
Chapter completed!