Volume 4 [Wolves Surrounded by Tigers] NO.22 Cut it Three Swords
[Third update! Urban myth group: 108528921 is full of bullies and is on the verge of death =.=!]
Yang Jincai felt that he should be considered a figure in his life. He had never really obeyed anyone, not even a powerful man like Yang Jinbiao. Although he was working under Yang Jinbiao, Yang Jincai was confident that as long as he played well, he would be able to win.
There is no problem if Yang Jinbiao plays to death.
But a battle at night made this guy with a vulgar name but actually a gentle man extremely frightened. He had not experienced the era of war, and he did not know the real old man who saw red with a bayonet on the battlefield.
What a terrible thing it would be if it got mad.
Now, he finally knows.
Before Zhang Laosan, the North China Three Flying Tigers, could say anything, Yang Jincai's legs softened due to his momentum. He knelt down on the ground as soon as he entered the door. If there wasn't someone supporting him, he really wouldn't have been able to get up.
The evil spirit is too strong.
In the early years, the Qinghong Gang opened an incense hall, boiling oil pots with three knives and six holes, kowtowing in front of the Second Master Guan, and offering incense in front of the Yue Wu Sheng Gate. There were two long queues lined up. This was just because there were many people and there was a lot of energy, and they could not be called heroes.
The reputation gained by gathering together scoundrels, but dozens of men in the Zhang family are standing or sitting. The old guy from Da Ma Jin Dao is still alive, and there is still one who can come out and sit and talk, and the other few are paralyzed in bed.
come out.
In the past, just one look at the old cabbage seller would make you feel contemptuous. Now he was holding a five-yuan low-quality cigarette in his hand. There were cigarette butts everywhere on the ground. But these dozens of glances were able to pierce people's hearts.
.
"Mr. Yang, you are so polite, giving such a big gift."
Zhang Sanxian rested his arm on the table. There was no one sitting on an equal footing with him, so the seat to his left was empty and no one was taking it.
Zhang Bi stood behind him, like a Dharma Protector, but glanced at Yang Jincai, mocking in his heart: It's really a ghost that something like this can run rampant in the countryside.
Yang Jincai cried out inwardly, his eyes met with Zhang Bi's, and he almost knelt down again.
"Zhang Sanxian is so powerful. It's funny. It's funny." Yang Jincai was shocked in his heart: Zhang Sanxian is already ferocious, and Zhang Yaozu is even more desperate. I didn't expect that his descendants will become stronger from generation to generation. Those thin dogs and beasts in my family are simply incomparable, incomparable.
compare.
Among the people present, only one is an outsider, and that is Bao Qiang.
Lao Bao was sitting in the seat on the left side of the road. He nodded humbly to Zhang Juncai next to him. The old Changgong patted him on the shoulder and told him not to worry.
"Mr. Yang, what's the matter? Why don't you come to your door? You can just ask someone to come over and talk to you."
Zhang Bi served his grandfather a cup of tea, and the descendants of each family also served tea to Zhang Bi. The women were outside doing their homework. There were a few nights when the aunts and wives who had just woken up were laughing and joking.
He laughed at the other party's ugliness yesterday, wishing he could ridicule him to death.
It was quiet and noisy inside and out, forming a sharp contrast.
Just as Yang Jincai was about to speak, Zhang Sanxian slammed the table. The fine mahogany table suddenly shook with a bang and almost fell apart.
Yang Jincai was shocked, and he knelt down directly: "Zhang San is grateful! Zhang San is grateful!"
Zhang Sanxian stood up and walked out: "What's the fuss about in a woman's house? There are so many bullshits that she won't talk about to the death. Get away from her, you bitch! You're a talkative woman!"
A group of women fled as fast as they could. The old man turned around and said in surprise: "Hey, Mr. Yang, why are you kneeling again? **Old man, maybe I can't bear your gift?"
There was a portrait of a woman on the front, with a majestic spirit. Yang Jincai thought to himself: If you slap me, I may lose half of my life. The people in your family are not normal. I don’t want to wake up in the middle of the night with a fright, let alone run away overnight like Yang Jinbiao!
"**Old man, you always have to kneel, you have to kneel..." Yang Jincai nodded repeatedly, and his suit worth tens of thousands of dollars was turned into a street stall.
"Hmph, you never said people should kneel down! Chinese people have been standing up for decades, don't you know?"
The third young master sneered. He had always looked down on such weaklings. During the Anti-Japanese War, he had killed many such things. However, it was also because of the softness of such people's bones that they were afraid of both sides.
I remember that when the underground party wanted to cross the Yangtze River, they turned from Nantong to Chuzhou and entered Xuzhou, but they could not cross the Huaihe River. The third young master was very famous in Lianghuai. The underground party contacted him to cross the Huaihe River, and he said hello to the traitors under the Japanese soldiers.
, those traitors usually can give an accurate time period for the underground party to cross the river as long as it is not a raid.
What is prestige? This is it!
The most classic incident is that before the third young master could say anything, the traitor spoke first: "At one o'clock in the night, you have an hour to cross the river, and the Japanese soldiers change defenses at two or three o'clock."
At that time, the third young master still thought this was quite boring.
Zhang Sanxian slowly sat down again and patted the dust on his trousers. He had a tough face, energetic and bright eyes, and thick gray hair, but he definitely didn't look like Lian Po was old.
There is a saying that goes well: Revolutionaries are forever young!
"Xiao Ben, give Mr. Yang a stool. I'm afraid that Mr. Yang will be excited again later and not only kneel down, but also kowtow!"
Zhang Bi nodded, picked up a small stool from the side, walked to Yang Jincai, put it down, and glanced at him coldly: "Sit down."
"Yes Yes……"
Yang Jincai nodded and bowed. At this moment, he realized how wrong he was. He was not a person. He was clearly a person.
No one here looked at him.
But Yang Jincai had to admire the momentum of this family, it was so strong.
Dozens of young and strong people were seated together, and as long as Zhang Sanxian spoke, there was absolutely no talkative voice around. This kind of discipline was chilling.
Is this still a normal family? It’s normal!
Zhang Laosan usually teaches the thirteen children of the Zhang family: to maintain revolutionary vigilance anytime and anywhere, and to cope with unexpected struggles...
If this nonsense were thrown into the mouths of other old men, and unscrupulous descendants did not have big ears to slap on them, even if they had accumulated bad virtues, only the third young master would casually fart a few words, and others would say that the third young master had profound skills and was as powerful as thunder.
This small stool was used as a betting stool in Jiangnan for children to sit and play. Yang Jincai huddled on this small stool, pressing his knees with his hands, his face was pale, and beads of sweat kept sliding down his face.
His two assistants realized how bad today's errand was. They rushed here thinking it was a good job, but when they arrived at the port in front of the gate, they knew it was bad and they encountered a rogue person.
Only now do I realize that this level is much higher than that of being a cunning person.
After swallowing, the two otherwise respectable young men also turned pale.
Zhang Bi walked calmly and forcefully, but silently. Yang Jincai felt hopeless when he looked at it. When he closed his eyes, he wished that nothing would exist when he opened them. It was all an illusion.
"Zhang Sangong, I, I'm here today...to talk about compensation."
Zhang Sanxian nodded: "Vice President Yang is indeed knowledgeable and sensible. Well, he doesn't bully the common people. He is very conscientious."
Yang Jincai's face twitched, and he whispered: "Everyone's losses, please report... report the amount, I, I will take it back... take it back so that I can reimburse the company to the company."
Zhang Sanxian nodded again: "You're right, things have to be done one by one. Vice President Yang is indeed a big shot, a man of magnanimity, and can handle things reliably. Come on, old man, I still believe in Vice President Yang's sincerity.
Just take this piece of paper and take a look at it to see if the number is correct. If so, Vice President Yang will say something and nod."
Zhang Bi handed the losses reported to the city government by each family to Yang Jincai. Yang Jincai took it in his hand, looked at it with trembling hands, and nodded quickly: "That's right, that's right, the number couldn't be more correct."
"Vice President Yang, you can still tell right from wrong when you hold the paper upside down. Your eyesight is even better than what I have practiced for more than ten years. Vice President Yang, you have a unique skill."
Zhang Bi said with a sneer from the side.
"Ah, I know it's right without looking at it."
Yang Jincai was heartbroken. These people, young and old, were not easy to mess with. Seeing Zhang Bi silently, his whole body hurt with his words.
The two assistants did not dare to move. They stood there like two pillars. Zhang Ben glanced coldly and stood back behind Zhang Sanxian, motionless. This momentum was beyond words.
Lao Bao was even more secretly happy: Zhang Yaozu’s son is decent. Alas, it’s a pity that this old boy is not at home. Otherwise, he would not suffer any loss if he sent his daughter to his Zhang family.
Bao Qiang is kind-hearted, and everyone in the surrounding villages knows it, and he is a decent person. Although he relied on his father-in-law to make a fortune, he is better than his duty. When he was a child, he had a very good relationship with Zhang Yaozu, which can be regarded as taking off his pants.
Among the iron brothers who piss in a trough, Wang Aiguo counts as one, and he counts as one.
"Zhang Sangong, if there is nothing... nothing else, I, I will leave first."
Yang Jincai didn't know why he still had the courage to speak here. It was too depressing and extremely stressful. This feeling was just like the feeling of a suspect going to court in the past. If the portrait of the police were replaced by an upright and bright plaque, Zhang Sanxian would be replaced by a suit.
The magistrate's official robe, the same majesty...
"Vice President Yang!"
Zhang Sanxian suddenly drank.
Yang Jincai sat back suddenly: "Zhang Sangong, please give your orders, please give your orders..."
"People from several villages are on the move today. They miss work while walking. Maybe one of them has some health problem or some resentment in their heart. I wonder if Vice President Yang has any clever tips that can cure the illness and vent their anger."
The third young master picked up the tea cup and took a sip of the milk. Without any gesture of tasting tea, a piece of tea leaf slipped into his mouth, his tongue moved, and he spat the tea leaf on the ground with a sound.
"I'll pay for lost work time, I'll pay for hard work, and every one of them counts. When I get back, I'll send people to each village to comfort them. I'll definitely go, I promise!"
Yang Jincai quickly patted his chest and said anxiously.
Zhang Sanxian was already satisfied in his heart, so he laughed: "Vice President Yang is really a bodhisattva. I admire him. Do you want to have a meal at my house?"
"Zhang Sangong is so polite... you're so polite."
After saying that, he ran away as if running away.
As soon as Yang Jincai was helped out by his front feet, he started laughing heartily.