Afterwards, Yang Jun asked Luo Xiaojun to bring the people in.
Sun Zhaocai found an imperial chair from somewhere, and Yang Jun sat down directly.
"You are responsible for all these things recently?"
Yang Jun looked at the five or six ruffians kneeling in front of him, his eyes full of coldness.
Most of the gangsters were in their twenties or thirties, wearing leg-revealing bell-bottom pants, flip-flops, long hair, and combed yellow hair. They looked like rubbish.
I have never seen this posture before. These people are all big and round, and they have bulging waists.
Hearing this, he knelt on the ground and shivered.
"answer."
Luo Xiaojun took out his belt and slapped him, causing several ruffians to shiver.
"Yes... we did it."
The leader, a young gangster, looked at the guards around him, and then answered cautiously.
"Who ordered it?" Yang Jun asked.
"Wang Ermao." The little hooligan replied.
When Yang Jun heard this, he snorted slightly from his nostrils.
"Who is Wang Ermao?"
Luo Xiaojun waved his belt, slapped him, and yelled at him.
"Wang Ermao is Wang Ermao. As for his nickname, I don't know." The little gangster grinned after being slapped.
"How can we find him?" Luo Xiaojun shouted sharply.
"He...he lives in the alley next door, the third house on the left after entering."
When Luo Xiaojun heard this, he turned around and winked at Sun Zhaocai.
Upon seeing this, Sun Zhaocai led the two people out.
After Sun Zhaocai left, Yang Jun crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.
He took a puff, exhaled the thick mist, and looked at them with a teasing look on his face.
"Do you know who I am?"
Hearing this, several Xiao Huang Mao raised their heads and looked at Yang Jun.
Then, they all shook their heads.
"My name is Yang Jun." Yang Jun said calmly.
"You...are you Yang Jun?"
When several local ruffians heard that the person in front of them was Yang Jun, their faces turned pale with fear.
They may have never met Yang Jun, but they cannot help but have heard of Yang Jun's name.
Whoever lives in this area doesn't know Yang Jun.
Yang Jun is the most promising person in this area. Whenever parents educate their children, Yang Jun always talks about other people's children.
Look at Yang Jun, and then look at you.
We all live in this alley, and everyone is so successful, why are you so useless?
In short, you may not know Yang Jun, but you must have heard of him.
Yang Jun is not only promising, but also very capable.
Who among these people has never heard of Yang Jun?
"Haha, you know my name, but you still dare to provoke me." Yang Jun said with a smile.
When the little yellow haired man heard this, he was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.
"Brother...brother, I know I was wrong. I can't see Taishan..."
"Shut up, who is your elder brother?"
Before Yang Jun could speak, the belt in Luo Xiaojun's hand behind him dropped violently.
"Ouch..."
Xiao Huangmao rolled over on the ground and kept pleading: "I was wrong, Uncle Yang, it was me who was wrong, please stop fighting."
When Yang Jun heard this, he raised his hand slightly to signal Luo Xiaojun to stop.
"Even if you don't know me, you should know that this courtyard belongs to me. Why do you dare to take advantage of my house?"
Xiao Huangmao said with a mournful face: "Uncle Yang, even if you lend me ten courages, I wouldn't dare to take advantage of your house."
As he said that, he glanced at the third uncle behind Yang Jun, and then said: "I thought this courtyard belonged to Yan Laoxi, so..."
"Hey, you little brat, you also called me Yan Laoxi."
When the third uncle heard this, he was not happy.
Others can call him Yan Laoxi, but they cannot let a junior call him that.
Moreover, with Yang Jun's support today, he became bolder.
He went up and kicked the little yellow guy.
He was fine, he almost bounced him to the ground.
"Lao Yan, forget it, forget it."
The second uncle and the first uncle quickly stepped forward to stop him.
"Don't look at how old you are. You are almost eighty, and you are still waving your arms and legs."
"I'm... so irritating."
The third uncle threw them away and squatted on the ground angrily.
Seeing this, Yang Jun turned around and said to the little Huang Mao: "Oh, you thought the house belonged to Yan Laoxi, so you had a wrong idea?"
"Uncle Yang, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again next time." Xiao Huangmao lay on the ground and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy.
"Uncle Yang, we were wrong."
Several other little yellow hairs expressed their mistake one after another.
Yang Jun sighed when he saw this.
"That's it, you bunch of cowards."
"Well, I won't embarrass you anymore."
"You just need to restore the gate and courtyard wall to their original state. In addition, I will also clean up the broken bricks and stones blocking the entrance of the alley as soon as possible."
Xiao Huangmao: "Yes, yes, we will do it even if you don't say it, Uncle Yang."
"Yes, yes, we will definitely clean it up for you." Others echoed.
Yang Jun waved his hands and said: "Go away."
When several people heard this, it was like a general amnesty.
He rolled and crawled towards the door.
They found various tools and began to clean the stains on the gate. They also found a pallet truck to remove the broken bricks and stones blocking the entrance of the alley.
"Hey, you are still a soldier. As long as you take action, there will be no injustice." The second uncle said flatteringly.
"If I had known in the morning that the name Junzi was so effective, I should have moved it out and used it." The third uncle agreed.
While they were talking, Sun Zhaocai came in carrying someone.
"boom!"
Sun Zhaocai threw the man in front of Yang Jun, and a lot of dust splattered on the ground.
The man was beaten to pieces, and he grimaced in pain.
"Kneel down."
Luo Xiaojun roared, then raised his hand, and with a snap, a clear blood mark was left on the face of the little gangster named Wang Ermao.
This sight made the three uncles turn their heads in fright, unable to bear to see such a bloody scene.
That Huang Ermao still wanted to resist, but when his eyes met Sun Zhaocai's, he immediately gave up.
Just now, he had suffered a lot, so he had learned how powerful he was.
"Tell me, who ordered you to do this?" Yang Jun asked quietly.
"It's Huang Jiansheng."
Wang Ermao is much more honest and answers all questions.
"Um?"
Yang Jun frowned.
"That's Huang Jiansheng, the real estate tycoon from Guangdong Province." Wang Ermao quickly explained without waiting for Luo Xiaojun to slap him.
"Does he know this is my house?" Yang Jun asked.
"You shouldn't know, right?"
Wang Ermao grimaced, looked at Yang Jun, and then asked cautiously: "You look familiar, who are you?"
Yang Jun heard this and ignored him.
"Where can I find him?"
"He lives in room 505 of the International Hotel."
Without Yang Jun's urging, Wang Ermao poured beans into a bamboo tube and told everything he knew.
"He is basically not in the hotel during the day. He should be at the Mayflower KTV right now. He has a sweetheart named Xiaocui there."
When Yang Jun heard this, he winked at Luo Xiaojun.
Luo Xiaojun didn't waste any time and directly called a guard and asked him to go to Qingrou.
"May I ask who you are?" Wang Ermao asked again.
Yang Jun turned his head and ignored him.
Wang Ermao wanted to ask again, but suddenly felt a pain in his back.
Looking back, Luo Xiaojun whipped him with the belt again.
"Uncle, I won't ask anymore. Please stop fighting."
Luo Xiaojun remained unmoved and kept turning the belt around.
He smoked for a while, then looked at Yang Jun,
"Uncle Master..."
"Let him clean it up together." Yang Jun said.
"Yes, uncle."
When Luo Xiaojun heard this, he carried Wang Ermao and walked out of the yard.
As soon as they left, Yang Jun said to the three uncles with a smile,
"Sorry, I scared you."
When the three uncles heard this, they all laughed awkwardly.
"Hey, I thought I had seen through everything after living so long, but today I realized that status limits cognition." The second uncle said.
"That's right, I have been teaching and educating people all my life, and I have worked hard. If it weren't for you, Junzi, I wouldn't have seen such a scene." The third uncle said.
The old man lowered his head and said nothing.
He had already learned Yang Jun's methods.
If he hadn't offended Yang Jun, he wouldn't have suffered for more than ten years.
Sometimes, people must not act out of anger. There are many people in this world that they cannot afford to offend.
What you regard as capital is a joke in the eyes of others.
"You three gentlemen are welcome."
Yang Jun bowed his hand.
In fact, he also had the idea of killing the chicken to show the monkey.
As the saying goes, return home in fine clothes.
If you don't let your relatives and friends see what you are capable of, what's the difference between that and walking at night in brocade clothes?
Yang Jun is also a layman, and he also hopes to be recognized by others.
Although this method is very cliché, he never tires of it.
Then, several people came outside the door.
I saw Wang Ermao and several other hooligans cleaning the stains.
They used shovels to clean the feces and urine on the walls and doors, and then washed them with clean water.
Others use the brush to repaint the walls.
Not far away, at the entrance of the alley, a group of people were cleaning the broken bricks and stones blocking the road.
"Uncle Yang."
Wang Ermao took the opportunity to come over and curry favor with Yang Jun.
Yang Jun put his hands behind his back and looked at him coldly.
"Do you know who I am?"
"I know, I know."
Wang Ermao nodded and bowed: "I just don't know who my parents are, but I have heard of your name, Uncle Yang."
When Yang Jun heard this, he rolled his eyes.
"Tell me, are you cheap or not? You've done all your rogue things to me."
"Hey, isn't this...the information is wrong?"
Wang Ermao glared at the boy next to him fiercely, and then said with a smile: "I thought this yard belonged to that Yan Laoxi, so..."
"Uncle Yang, speaking of which, we are still relatives."
"relative?"
Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Tell me, where did you talk about relatives?"
Wang Ermao looked around, then moved closer to Yang Jun and whispered: "The woman of your godson Xiaowu is my sister."
When Yang Jun heard this, he was stunned for a moment.
Later, he understood.
No wonder Wang Ermao is so rampant, it turns out he was following Xiao Wu.
A few years ago, Yang Chengwu unified all the little yellow men in the Forty-Nine Cities, and he alone had the final say in the entire capital.
It would be really strange if there really was a force that was not under his control.
"Xiaowu didn't tell you that this courtyard belongs to me?" Yang Jun asked.
"Uncle Yang, how could the Fifth Master tell me this? I am the younger brother under the Fifth Master who is not on the stage. Usually the Fifth Master can't say a few words to me, let alone tell me this."
When Yang Jun heard this, he snorted coldly.
"What do you mean, your sister is Xiaowu's mistress outside?"
"Hmm...Uncle Yang, look at what you said, no one as big as the Fifth Master can be without a woman by his side."
Wang Ermao smiled and said: "My sister is honored to be with the Fifth Master. If the Fifth Master hadn't taken care of her, I... I might not have accomplished anything."
When Yang Jun heard this, he smiled.
Then he turned back to Luo Xiaojun and said, "Did you hear everything?"
"Well, I heard everything, and I wrote it all down." Luo Xiaojun said with a smile.
Unintentionally, I learned that Yang Chengwu was raising a woman outside, and that Xiao Wu would look good when he returned home.
"Let him sign and pledge it." Yang Jun said with a smile.
"yes."
After saying that, Luo Xiaojun took Wang Ermao's collar with a smile and lifted him aside.
"Uncle Yang, you can't harm me."
Only then did Wang Ermao realize what he was doing, and his face turned pale with fright.
"Fifth Master will kill me, Uncle Yang, please."
"Uncle Yang, please."
Luo Xiaojun didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and then asked him to sign and certify it.
Yang Jun ignored them and walked around the door.
Feeling bored, I prepared to go back to the yard.
At this moment, the third aunt prepared food and came to ask him to eat.
The meal has been prepared a long time ago and is eaten in the yard.
The second uncle took out all the fine wine that had been stored for more than ten years, and the first uncle also brought a big bag of roasted pork.
Together with the chicken stewed by the third aunt and a few stir-fried side dishes, the meal is quite sumptuous.
"Three gentlemen, here's a toast to you." Yang Jun raised his glass.
"Respect the army."
Several people drank it all in one go.
"Tsk, tsk, what a good wine."
The third uncle looked like he was still unfinished. He took the wine bottle and was about to pour himself another glass.
When the second uncle saw this, he quickly snatched the bottle of wine.
"I said, Lao Yan, this isn't much, just save it and drink it."
"Oh, don't be so stingy, okay? Junzi is here today, let's drink freely."
"I also want to drink freely, but I'm not allowed."
If four people drink from a bottle of wine, each person will only have two or three glasses.
Yang Jun tasted the wine, but he didn't think it was very good. Compared with the thirty-year-old wine in his space, it was completely different and not on the same level.
However, the three uncles are people who are used to living in poverty, so this kind of wine is enough for them.
At this time, the first man smoothed things over and said, "I tell you, Lao Liu, don't worry about it. This bottle of wine will definitely not be enough today. Later I will take out the bottle of sweet potato wine in my house and share it with each other."
Third uncle: "That's right, there are so many people, and you still think there will be any left."
The second uncle sighed after hearing this.
"That's all, drink whatever you want."
"Hey, this is a fine wine that I have treasured for thirteen years."
At this time, Yang Jun interrupted: "Second uncle, I will send someone to send you a few jars of wine better than this for you to try later."
"Oh, Junzi, if you say that... I don't feel so distressed now."
The second uncle knew that the wine Yang Jun sent must be good wine, and his wine was countless times better.
"You have to be a soldier to be cheerful." The third uncle said with a thumbs up.
