(Please pay attention to "An Extraordinary Depressing Thing" in the work related section, about the future of this book... Oh, please write your opinions in the comments below or join the group to chat.) At the entrance of Xiangyang Basketball Court
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Zhou Yang put Yang Hong's cell phone into his pocket.
"Isn't it just five thousand yuan?" Yang Hong said with a smile: "I can give it to you, why do you need to find Li Chen? Li Chen is a notoriously poor man, and sometimes he has to go to school in order to collect tuition fees.
I work part-time, if you don’t believe me, you can ask **.”
**Can only nod randomly like a chicken pecking at rice.
Zhou Yang took the box of Yellow Crane Tower from Yang Hong's hand, took one out and took it in his mouth. He even put it on Yang Hong's shoulder and said slowly: "Brother, I like your character very much. After this incident, I will follow
How about I hang out?"
"Okay." There was still blood oozing from the corners of Yang Hong's mouth, and there were clear red finger marks on his face, but he could still smile.
** Still standing stupidly, I naturally admired Yang Hong to death. He could not change his expression even after being slapped twice!
"Do you think I can trust you?" Zhou Yang stared directly at Yang Hong, as if he wanted to see through his heart.
"A long journey will tell you a horse's power, and time will tell you a person's heart." Yang Hong said with a smile: "But it doesn't work now. You still have to tie me up, so why bother wasting your words?"
"Congratulations on your correct answer again, but it's a pity that there is no reward this time." Zhou Yang clapped his hands, and the dozen shirtless young people came over one after another. "Take them away." Zhou Yang's face darkened.
Yang Hong took two steps forward, then turned back and said, "Brother Yang, can I ask for a leave from the teacher? Credits will be deducted for absenteeism."
Hearing these words, ** almost spit out a mouthful of blood. How long has it been since he was absent from school?
"No." Zhou Yang's answer was concise and concise.
Yang Hong didn't say anything else and continued to walk forward. When he passed by the beautiful woman whose online name was "I am Hongxing, who am I afraid of?", he glanced at her intentionally or unintentionally, and let out a soft sigh. The size was just right.
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The beauty was slightly startled, as if she could hear the suffocating heartache and endless resentment in the sigh. She was thinking, had she really broken this boy's heart? He obviously loved her so deeply...
Yang Hong and ** were taken to the snack street - a place they avoided at first, but finally returned here. Now that the peak period of eating has passed, the various owners of the food stalls can finally relax for a while.
Basically, everyone had nothing to do. Some people gathered together in twos and threes to chat, some were lying on rocking chairs and listening to the radio, some were shaking cattail fans and yawning. Some just got something to eat at this time. The monotonous cicada cries came from the trees on both sides.
The cry is a rare moment of tranquility and harmony.
But this tranquility and harmony was suddenly broken.
Because Zhou Yang walked in.
As soon as Zhou Yang led more than ten people into the snack street, all the food stall owners suddenly fell silent and stood up to greet them. Their attitudes were either respectful or fearful, admirable or hateful. Because in this area, Zhou Yang is absolutely
The emperor!
** and Yang Hong stood in the middle of these gangsters, feeling uncomfortable all over. The beauty said, "I am Hongxing, who am I afraid of?" She hooked Zhou Yang's arm, high-spirited and beaming.
Zhou Yang looked at the owners of these food stalls expressionlessly, as if he was inspecting his fellow citizens.
"Announce something." Zhou Yang stopped, and all the bosses who were smelling of oily smoke gathered their eyes.
"Starting from today, I will pay an additional two hundred yuan in monthly protection fees." Zhou Yang said this calmly.
The owners of more than twenty food stalls on both sides of the street were in an uproar!
"Why?" someone couldn't help asking, with a slight tremor in his voice. He was an old grandson who sold mutton kebabs. His family had to support his mother who had been seriously ill for many years and two children who were still in school. Almost every day
Every penny has to be broken in half to spend. The burden is really too heavy. If we spend another 200 yuan, we will be completely unable to make ends meet!
Others looked at Old Suntou in horror, wondering if he was going to die. How dare he ask Zhou Yang such a question!
Everyone here is familiar with Zhou Yang's character. If he makes him unhappy even a little bit, he will be beaten severely, and he will also be compensated for the medical expenses for "hand pain" and the mental damage for "anger"!
"Okay, good question." Zhou Yang actually clapped his hands: "I like people like Uncle Sun who say whatever they want. It would be great if everyone was so straightforward. As for why the protection fee needs to be increased, of course there is
The reason is. You see, now that summer is here, more people go out to eat at night, and they often eat beer and side dishes. The income must be very good recently, right? It’s only an extra two hundred yuan a month, which is not too much.
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Everyone looked like they were angry and dare not say anything. These are the best days for business in the whole year. Everyone finally took advantage of this time to get up early and work late at night to earn more. Zhou Yang even wanted to withhold money. Why didn't he say that business would be done in winter?
What about lowering protection fees in bad times?
But no one dares to speak, everyone knows what the consequences of fighting Zhou Yang will be!
"No, I object!" A voice suddenly came out.
Everyone followed the sound and saw that it was Lao Suntou. His eyes widened with anger, but his whole body was shaking. He knew what the end would be, but he still said these words. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will give it a try!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Zhou Yang shook his head slightly, showing a very pity look.
"Why is it necessary?" Zhou Yang sighed softly, and then waved his hand casually. The few people closest to him had already rushed out, and Old Suntou instinctively stepped back, but it was too late.
He raised his foot and kicked him in the chest, and then several people swarmed up and punched and kicked the old Sun who had fallen to the ground.
Screams came from Lao Suntou's food stall, but other people just watched indifferently. Some friends who were close to Lao Suntou could only sigh and turned away, unable to bear to watch anymore. But after a while, Lao Sun
His head lay on the ground and stopped moving. Those people worked together to drag Lao Sun's head out until he was in front of Zhou Yang.
Old Sun lay motionless on the ground, like a dead dog, with footprints and dirt all over his body.
Seeing this scene, both ** and Yang Hong hated the cruel Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang squatted down, grabbed Old Sun's ear with one hand, lifted his head up, and deliberately asked in front of everyone: "Uncle Sun, are you okay?"
Lao Suntou shook his head with difficulty, and Zhou Yang said again: "Tell me, why are you suffering? I ask you again, will you pay? Think about it before answering, otherwise you will suffer more than you are now.
A hundred times the beating!”
"Hand...Hand..." Lao Suntou said weakly.
"That's right." Zhou Yang said affectionately: "Uncle Sun, you are an old man here, you have to know the rules. I also know that your family is in trouble, so how about this, you don't have to compensate my brothers.
For the fee and mental damage, please bring over three hundred kebabs of mutton, and you’ll be limited to one hour.”
After Zhou Yang finished speaking, regardless of whether Lao Suntou could stand up, he bypassed him and walked straight to the third mutton braised noodle restaurant next to him. A large group of people followed him and walked in sparsely. Although ** and Yang Hong
I really wanted to help Old Suntou, but they were caught in the middle of the team and couldn't protect themselves, so I could only strongly condemn Zhou Yang in my heart.
After everyone had left, Lao Suntou slowly got up. The pain all over his body made him unable to even dust himself off. He walked back to his stall step by step, preparing to bake three meals for Zhou Yang and the others.
Hundreds of skewers of mutton.
There were only four or five tables in the noodle shop, and they were already occupied by more than a dozen people brought by Zhou Yang. ** and Yang Hong were tied with ropes and thrown into a small room behind the food stall - it was actually a brick building.
There was a bed in the shack that exuded a strong smell, and quilts and mattresses were piled up in a mess.
However, even though this bed was extremely stinky, Liang and Yang Hong were not qualified to enjoy it. They were tied up like shrimps and squatted in rows on the dirty floor beside the bed. When they lowered their heads, they could see all kinds of
Insects crawl around.
** had a mournful face, but Yang Hong remained calm and looked at the room with interest.
Yang Hong suddenly asked: "Tell me, what is Brother Chen doing now?"
"It must be borrowing money." ** thought for a while and said, "He is so poor, he is probably worried about five thousand yuan now."
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