Liu Handong was driving on the road when he saw a blue and green Jetta taxi parked on the side of the road. The hood was open, smoke was rising inside, and a middle-aged master was standing in front of the car helplessly.
He had had a fight with Ma Wei from Huaijiang before. Liu Handong had some prejudices against his brother. Otherwise, according to his character, he would have stopped to rescue him. This was a habit he developed while driving on the Yunnan-Tibet Plateau. When he encountered a broken down car,
, must be saved.
After driving around for a while, the Jetta taxi was still parked at the same spot. The driver was squatting aside and smoking. When he saw Liu Handong's Fukang, he ran over and waved.
Liu Handong stopped the car and lowered the window: "What's wrong?"
"Do me a favor and set up a fire." The middle-aged driver said with a smile. He was about fifty years old and dressed neatly. He looked like a responsible person at first glance.
Liu Handong parked Fukang and Jetta side by side, opened the hood, and the middle-aged driver took a red and black two-strand cable from the trunk. There were copper crocodile mouth clips on both ends. The batteries of the two cars were connected to each other, and the positive pole was connected.
The positive and negative poles were connected to the negative pole, and then the two of them turned the key one second apart to start, and the Jetta finally started.
The middle-aged driver got out of the car and offered Liu Handong a cigarette. It was actually a large Qianmen 151 pack. Such low-quality cigarettes are hard to buy and only the lowest workers smoke them.
"Thank you. After all, we are still neighbors, otherwise I wouldn't ask you to help." The middle-aged driver helped Liu Handong light his cigarette and said with a smile.
"Neighbor?" Liu Handong was a little puzzled. He had never seen this person before.
"My name is Zhang Aimin. I drive a rental car. I live on Tiezha Street. I'm too busy at work and don't see my neighbors much. In fact, I haven't seen you, but I have seen your car. You live in Huo Lianhe's house, right?"
The middle-aged driver explained.
Liu Handong suddenly realized that taxi drivers leave early and come back late, and the vehicles work day and night shifts, almost 24 hours a day. It is impossible to lie down and rest at home. It makes sense that he has never seen Zhang Aimin.
The car couldn't start because the battery was vulcanized. Liu Handong took a look at it and shook his head.
"Master Zhang, your car is old. I won't talk about the aging of the battery. The terminals are oxidized and there is so much dust. The connections are loose. The starter is not working well. I think the brushes are worn out. The engine noise is
That’s not right, how many kilometers is it?”
"Three hundred thousand kilometers." Zhang Aimin said quite proudly. He took out a large can bottle from the car with a woolen cover on the outside. There was dark tea stain on the inner wall of the glass. The inside was half tea leaves and half water. He unscrewed it.
The lid greeted Liu Handong: "Would you like some water?"
"I have it." Liu Handong also took his own Coke bottle from the car and filled it with Huo Ying's purified water.
Brother Hei and Brother Hei drank water, smoked cigarettes, and chatted about sports cars. Master Zhang taught Liu Handong some experience, such as when to go where and when, where there is a lot of business, and where there are restricted areas where they cannot go.
"Don't go to train stations, airports, there are people dominating them, and don't go to nightclubs, they are all drunk, and they might even beat people up without paying them... I won't say it anymore, I'm going to delay a lot of work right now.
." Master Zhang ran a few steps, threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, came back and drove, "Xiao Liu, goodbye."
"Goodbye, Master Zhang." Liu Handong also got on his Fukang, and just as he was about to start it, Song Shuang's call came. The eldest lady was not polite to him at all, and directly asked for help.
"You don't know how to call the police," Liu Handong said.
"It's useless to call the police. The police can't punish the bad guys. Come on." The sounds of cats and dogs came from the mobile phone, which seemed to be very chaotic.
"I know." Liu Handong hung up the phone, thinking to himself that the motorcycle Song Shuang compensated him was worth a lot of money, far more than the destroyed three-wheeler, and Sister Mei Huanxi and the others were rescued only with the help of this girl, and now he owes
Her love.
This kind of family dispute cannot be solved well even if I go there. Since Grandma Sun's unscrupulous descendants can do such unconscionable things, they must be prepared. In fact, I am not good at dealing with such evil people.
We need to ask other people to take action on this matter.
Liu Handong called Huo Lei and asked him if he was free.
"What's the matter, brother, just say something." Huo Lei said simply, "Not much else, I just have time and I'm playing billiards at the moment."
"Bring a few brothers to join me to handle some matters." Liu Handong said.
"Okay, brother, I'll be there soon."
Twenty minutes later, Huo Lei arrived with more than a dozen motorcycles. Liu Handong opened the way and arrived at the community where Grandma Sun lived. The motorcycle group made a huge roar, and a man wearing a leather jacket and motorcycle boots
The young men had dyed yellow hair and had stainless steel rings on their noses. The neighbors were so frightened that they hurried back inside and opened their windows to continue watching the fun.
In the past, Song Shuang didn't like to see such little gangsters, but today she felt from the bottom of her heart that they were all messengers of justice. She simply jumped over: "Liu Handong, that shameless villain, occupied Grandma Sun's house.
Go kill him quickly!"
When Sun Xiaoyang saw more than a dozen reinforcements coming from the other side, he quickly called for help.
Liu Handong walked over, first comforted Grandma Sun, and then looked at Sun Xiaoyang.
"What are you looking at? Who are you trying to scare with a bunch of gangsters?" Sun Xiaoyang showed no fear.
Liu Handong stepped forward, grabbed Sun Xiaoyang's collar, and easily lifted him up.
"What are you doing! Let go!" Sun Xiaoyang lifted his feet off the ground and struggled in vain. He was so thin and withered that he was no match for Liu Handong. He was carried to Grandma Sun, thrown to the ground, and ordered, "Kneel down!"
Sun Xiaoyang, a good man, didn't want to suffer the immediate disadvantage, half sitting and half kneeling, turning his face to one side.
Grandma Sun felt distressed: "Xiao Liu, don't do anything. Xiaoyang must have been deceived by others. He is not that kind of person."
Song Shuangdao: "You are still speaking for him now, but he wants to kick you out."
Liu Handong said: "Boy, you are disobedient and unfilial. In ancient times, you would be beheaded. Today I will do something for heaven and teach you a lesson for free."
The slap in the face is just a slap in the face, and the slap is not severe. It is mainly for the purpose of punishment and humiliation.
Huo Lei and others shouted loudly and stopped the movers brought by Sun Xiaoyang from moving out. The matter reached a deadlock. The neighbors watched the excitement with relish. Stray cats were walking around and meowing.
A police car drove up, and it was the same officer who had just dispatched the police, but this time it was Sun Xiaoyang who called the police.
"Hey, you can't hit people." The policeman stopped him.
Liu Handong spread his hands: "I didn't beat him, I just taught him a lesson. This is a conflict within the family. This is my godmother, and he is my nephew." He pointed at Grandma Sun and then at Sun Xiaoyang.
The police had a clear conscience and were not willing to deal with this kind of thing at first, so they just made a show of mediating and left.
This time it was Sun Xiaoyang's turn to be frustrated. It was useless to call the police, but he had a back-up plan. A black Accord drove into the community and stopped near this building. Three people got out, wearing black clothes and black pants, with short hair and gold chains.
He was holding a crocodile skin bag in his hand, with sandalwood Buddhist beads and a glittering gold watch exposed under his sleeves. At first glance, he looked like a relatively well-known person on the street.
Three people walked over in a big way. The leader was wearing red sneakers that were very eye-catching. He looked at the gang of gangsters and shouted: "Hey, that kid, come here."
Huo Lei pointed at his nose: "Call me?"
"Come here, little one." The man in red shoes waved, as if calling a three-year-old child.
Huo Lei bumped over, and he could see that this was a big shot on the road.
The man in red shoes said: "You play with Tan Shuai and the others, right?"
"Yes." Huo Lei said.
The man nodded: "Well, I remember I saw you. I drank with Lao Pi last time. Okay, you have nothing to do here. Go back."
Huo Lei said: "I'm here to help my friend."
"Which one?" The man was a little impatient.
"Brother Dong." Huo Lei pointed at Liu Handong, who was teaching Sun Xiaoyang not far away.
The man in red shoes took off his sunglasses and took a look, then muttered: "I've never seen him before. Where did he come from?"
Huo Lei said: "Brother Dong doesn't hang out anywhere. He has his own car and works alone."
The man nodded and walked over.
Huolei shouted: "Brother, what do you call me?"
"I am Qian Zhenhu." said the man in red shoes.
Huo Lei took a breath of cold air.
Someone from behind patted Huo Lei on the shoulder: "Little guy, you're blocking the road."
Huo Lei quickly avoided it, and the two men smiled and walked over.
When Qian Zhenhu came closer, Sun Xiaoyang found his supporter and stood up quickly: "Mr. Qian, he is the one who brought people to trouble me."
Liu Handong narrowed his eyes and looked at this uninvited guest. He was obviously from a mixed society. He was in his thirties, with faint tattoos on his exposed arms, a slightly chubby belly, and was well maintained. His bracelets, watches, and bags were all high-end goods. It seemed that
He is a successful person who has escaped from fighting and killing.
"Xiaodong, right? I haven't seen you before, who are you with?" Qian Zhenhu slowly put his sunglasses on his collar, took out a pack of Su cigarettes, showed off his shiny Dupont lighter, and lit the cigarette with a crisp sound.
, took a breath and exhaled slowly, calming down.
Liu Handong ignored him at all and asked Song Shuang: "Who is this person?"
Song Shuang shook his head: "I don't know."
Asked Grandma Sun again, the answer was also negative.
"You have nothing to do here, and we don't even know you." Liu Handong said stiffly.
Qian Zhenhu smiled, took the real estate certificate handed over by Sun Xiaoyang, held the cigarette in his mouth, and said: "It's really none of my business here. Sun Xiaoyang owes me a lot of money. This property has been paid off.
How do I sell the house if I clear it out?”
Everyone looked at each other, thinking that Sun Xiaoyang was despicable and shameless, but they didn't expect that he was so unrestrained that he actually sold the old man's only residence.
"Xiaoyang, how much do you owe me?" Even now, Grandma Sun is still concerned about this unscrupulous descendant's debt.
"More than one million!" Sun Xiaoyang turned away.
Qian Zhenhu called to several movers: "Don't stop, keep moving."
Song Shuang did not expect that things would change again. He was dumbfounded and looked at Liu Handong for help.
Liu Handong sneered: "Sun Xiaoyang's use of fraudulent means to obtain the real estate certificate is illegal in itself. He cannot pay you the money he owes you. It's your misfortune. You go to him to settle the account. This house has nothing to do with you. I
I see you have been in society for many years and you don’t have any discernment at all. You can’t afford to wade through this muddy water, so hurry up and leave.”
Qian Zhenhu's expression suddenly changed. He was considered a well-known figure in the Omi underworld. Even a gangster like Wang Shifeng would politely call him a tiger when he saw him. Today, he was pointed at the nose by an unknown newcomer. He scolded me, I couldn't swallow this tone no matter what.
Before he could get angry, the two men following him couldn't hold back anymore and came up aggressively to beat Liu Handong.
Huo Lei, who was ready to go, stepped forward and blocked the two of them: "Fuck you, how dare you touch Brother Dong!"
The two of them laughed angrily: "You've had enough of this, little guy!" But they stopped moving forward and took out their mobile phones and started making calls: "Gangzi, bring someone over here to deal with something."
Seeing the situation worsening, Song Shuang took out his cell phone and started dialing Secretary Shen's number. His father often attended meetings and would not always have his cell phone with him, but Secretary Shen's phone was on 24 hours a day, and he always had three of them with him. With mobile phones, there is basically no problem of being unable to get through.
The four doors of a large Sequoia SUV that had been parked in the community suddenly opened, and four burly men got out. They were all over 1.9 meters tall and weighed at least 100 kilograms. They were tightly wrapped in black suits. Hijab, black sunglasses, and air headphones on his ears.
Their appearance shocked everyone. Liu Handong said to Song Shuang, "Okay, a whole car of people can be summoned with just one phone call."
Song Shuang looked confused: "I haven't gotten through to the phone yet."