Chapter 683 Respecting the Elderly and Loving the Young
It didn't take long for Zhao Qiang to become familiar with these people. The thin bamboo pole and another taciturn man, who were Brother Snake's younger brothers, came in with Brother Snake. And the other old man, even Brother Snake, also
I don’t know him. I heard that he seems to be a psychopath. He has been locked up here for a long time. I heard from the old people in other cells... At least, it has been seven or eight years!
Zhao Qiang became interested in this old man at this time. How could a person be detained in a detention center for seven or eight years? Logically speaking, he should have gone to court long ago! After Zhao Qiang asked Brother Snake, Brother Snake also said
I don’t know. Zhao Qiang didn’t ask any more questions. This was probably a question left over from history.
This is what civil servants are like these days. They never do thankless work! Similar to catching up with reforms and policy changes, no one will remember some guys who are powerless. Even if they do, there is someone who still remembers them.
If you are detained here, no one will ask you. Because... not many leaders from above come to inspect the detention center.
After Brother Snake took Zhao Qiang to have dinner, they chatted for a while and then went to sleep on their own bed. Although it was dark and humid here and the environment was extremely harsh, Zhao Qiang had never been in any environment. For this situation, he had already
I have become accustomed to it. However, in the middle of the night, Zhao Qiang was suddenly awakened by a sound of ghosts crying and howling...
"Eighteen years old, eighteen years old, join the guerrillas, go up the mountain to find my sister... My sister is not afraid of pain, my brother is not afraid of tiredness... You have a bomb shelter, I have a rocket launcher... Insert it in, pull it out, my sister's water will flow, my brother will become positive
;atrophy……"
Zhao Qiang suddenly sat up from the bed. He got up not because of anything else, but because this song was so familiar. It was Zhao Qiang's favorite song back then! Looking up, he realized that everyone in the room was already there.
He woke up. When Brother Snake saw Zhao Qiang sitting up directly, he thought he was frightened, so he pointed to the old man's bed and said with a wry smile: "Brother, you just get used to it. This old man is like this, waking up for a while.
I'm confused, singing in the middle of the night...damn it, but this song is really naughty; it's so slutty!"
More than just sexual intercourse? It’s like landslides, earth splitting and water flowing backwards! Zhao Qiang thought coquettishly in his heart, but with a frown on his face he asked: "Why is no one taking care of it?"
"I heard that at the beginning, the guards came over to chat a few words, but when they saw that the old man was mentally ill, they stopped coming." Brother Snake sighed and said, "Hey... he's a pretty good old man.
, why did he suffer this? I heard... he doesn’t even have a single relative outside!"
Zhao Qiang nodded and sighed. There was nothing he could do about something like this. Speaking of which, this old man was really pitiful. If someone could help him, I'm afraid he wouldn't be in this situation.
The key is... there is no one. The old man sang for a while and then became quiet. After a while, the sound of even breathing came from the whole chant again.
Early the next morning, Zhao Qiang paid special attention to the old man. In his heart, he also wanted to help the old man. Although Zhao Qiang was not a philanthropist, he always wanted to take action when he saw injustice.
When the old man was not sick, he was just like a normal person. He also went to eat and drink with Zhao Qiang and Brother She, but he never said a word. Moreover, Zhao Qiang discovered one thing, this old man
Although it was watertight and no traces were left, Zhao Qiang still discovered some problems. That is - the old man's right leg is lame!
"Hey, old boss, you took so many steamed buns, can you eat them? Be careful not to fucking choke to death! Look behind you, there are so many brothers waiting in line to get the steamed buns, how can you deal with them if they are gone?"
A young man with yellow hair pushed the old man, and the bun in the old man's hand immediately fell to the ground.
"Hahahaha..." Several young people around Huang Mao also laughed. They are all street gangsters. On weekdays, they enjoy bullying the weak. Two days ago, he was accused of killing an old lady selling fruit.
They were beaten and caught by the police. Fortunately, the old lady was fine, and these gangsters were detained for ten days.
The old man was about to bend down to pick up the steamed bun that fell on the ground, but a big hand rushed in front of the old man and grabbed the steamed bun. The owner of this big hand was none other than Zhao Qiang! After Zhao Qiang picked up the steamed bun,
, raised his feet, rubbed them on the soles, and then stood up straight.
Huang Mao and other gangsters were confused and looked at Zhao Qiang who was holding a dirty steamed bun in his hand with a confused smile on his face. Zhao Qiang glanced at Huang Mao and suddenly rushed forward, first
He pinched Huang Mao's cheek with his left hand and opened Huang Mao's mouth involuntarily. Then Zhao Qiang stuffed the dirty bun into Huang Mao's mouth...
"Uh...ah..." Huang Mao desperately wanted to shut his mouth, but Zhao Qiang's hand was too strong. No matter how Huang Mao struggled, it was of no use. He could only watch helplessly.
The dirty buns were stuffed into his mouth.
"Aren't you afraid that there will be no steamed buns? Here is one, don't waste it!" Zhao Qiang said with a smile. After saying that, Zhao Qiang had stuffed the whole steamed bun into Huang Mao's mouth, and even held it back.
Huang Mao's chin helped Huang Mao chew the steamed bun until he swallowed it.
"Cough...cough...vomit..." Huang Mao pinched his throat and coughed violently. The bun was stuck in his throat, making it impossible for him to breathe, and his face turned from yellow to yellow.
It turned green, turned purple, and was about to turn black...
"Damn it, why don't you want to live anymore?" A gangster next to Huang Mao was about to get angry when he was stopped by another person, who whispered a few words in his ear. Then,
The little gangster who originally wanted to get angry glared at Zhao Qiang angrily, and helped Huang Mao away with some fear.
Zhao Qiang was stunned, why did these guys run away like this? Originally, Zhao Qiang thought that there would be a big battle in this cafeteria! But looking at the situation now...are they afraid of him? Could it be...that I have it too?
The bastard's energy can frighten away an army of millions just by shaking his body?
At this time, he suddenly heard a muffled sound behind Zhao Qiang, "What the hell is going on? Who the hell bullied the people in our house? Talk to me if you want to die, I will help you.
!”
Zhao Qiang looked back and saw Brother Snake approaching fiercely. Zhao Qiang finally understood that those people just now were afraid of this uncle! Zhao Qiang already knew yesterday that Brother Snake, whether in the detention center
Both inside and outside, they are the top players in Macau! Even some small casinos will ask them to visit their factories in order to maintain a healthy business.
"Haha, Brother Snake, it's okay! I saw those brats bullying the old man, so I felt a little unhappy, so I taught them a lesson." Zhao Qiang said with a smile. Then, he and Brother Snake sat at the dining table
, the old man also sat aside.
"Don't worry about them, they are a bunch of little brats. They are pretending to be big-tailed wolves. Just think of them as idiots who were raised by a father without a mother. They have no eyesight at all. Damn it!" Brother Snake cursed.
The food in the detention center is indeed a bit expensive, but compared to the food in prisons, it is still somewhat improved. In addition, this is the Macao Special Administrative Region, and the food standards are somewhat different from those in mainland China, but it is not the same.
As for the difficulty in swallowing, after the meal, when the tableware was being cleared away, the old man suddenly came to Zhao Qiang's side and smiled at Zhao Qiang. The wrinkles on his face were twisted together, but he looked very ferocious.
The old man whispered to Zhao Qiang: "Young man, thank you."
"You're welcome, this is all a trivial matter! I heard your story, and I felt a little aggrieved. Haha... How do you use the current words? Well... I can be considered an angry youth!" Zhao Qiang shrugged indifferently.
He shrugged and said with a smile. But Zhao Qiang really has the habit of respecting the old and loving the young. Of course... it's only for those who are worthy of respect and love. Now is the 21st century, and people's hearts have changed. There are many
Children and the elderly are not worthy of our love and respect, and sometimes... you have the urge to kill them.
"Haha, the term "angry youth" is very good!" the old man said with a smile.
"Old man, I found that your right leg is a little lame. What's going on?" Zhao Qiang asked doubtfully. "Did you stay in the dormitory for too long and contracted rheumatism? I can give you some massage.
Can you give me a massage?"
"No need..." The old man sighed, then looked Zhao Qiang up and down, patted Zhao Qiang on the shoulder and said, "I will repay this favor."
Zhao Qiang was amused and joked: "You are locked up in a cell now, what do you use to repay it?"
"Of course I have my own way." The old man smiled, patted Zhao Qiang on the shoulder and said, "If you encounter an unsolvable problem, go to the top of Mount Tai, and someone will help you solve it."
"Old man, please stop joking with me. Is there any problem that I can't solve?" Zhao Qiang said with a smile.
"Limit!" the old man said lightly, then turned and left.
"..." Extremely strong? How did he know? He too? But...I can't see the aura that an extremely strong person should have! And...whose extremely strong person will stay in the detention center for seven weeks?
, eight years? Zhao Qiang stood there, stunned, and then started laughing. The top of Mount Tai? This old man has a mental illness again! Why does he look like a peerless master in Jin Yong's novels? Damn it, I