Looking at these migrant workers who were panting heavily and sweating profusely but still unwilling to stop working, Ye Huang felt the shadow of Luo Yumo's father in them. [-]
Just like these migrant workers, Luo Yumo's father was also one of them. He worked hard to make money all his life but could not afford even a college student. He was even unable to treat his wife when she became ill.
In these people, Ye Huang saw their unyielding attitude towards fate but also saw their helplessness towards fate.
We say they are unyielding because these people are the most grassroots existence in China at any time. In order to survive, they can exist in every corner of China and even the world, earning a meager income through their hard work. It is said that they have no regard for their destiny.
Helplessness refers to the difficulty these people have in controlling their own destiny. Every time a natural disaster strikes, they can crush these grassroots migrant workers who never bow their heads no matter how heavy they are.
Therefore, Ye Huang has a heartfelt affinity for these people. After all, he was just a little beggar more than ten years ago. At that time, wealthy people living in the open were not even willing to give him a look of pity. After passing by, he would still
Spit and curse the garbage that pollutes the city.
It was these migrant worker brothers and uncles who took out a white facial mask from their not-so-clean enamel jar and put it in their little hands when they passed by him. It wasn't much, but it was enough to warm a young heart.
"Don't worry, sir, I guarantee that I won't deduct a penny. These migrant workers are not easy. If we even deduct their wages, then we will be no different from those profiteers."
Hearing what Emperor Ye said, the monk nodded and agreed.
The monk himself was born in a rural area, and his father was also a migrant worker before his death. During the busy farming season, he would go home to farm, and during the slack season, he would go to the city to work to earn tuition fees for himself and his sister to go to school until he finally died of cancer.
For this reason, the monk was very polite to these migrant workers, and even helped a few people push their carts just now.
"Well! I should be polite to them usually and provide them with three meals a day so that they can have enough to work. In addition, after the decoration is completed, I will give each of them an extra thousand yuan. It will not be easy for anyone.
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"Okay!" The monk nodded and did not object.
"By the way, have the brothers sent to track Scar Tiger come back yesterday?"
"I've come back and I'm helping to move things inside," the monk replied.
"Let him come over to see me." After saying that, Ye Huang found a stool in front of the door and sat down. The monk listened to Ye Huang's words and entered the house. After a while, he came over with a young man.
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"Boss!" The latter greeted Ye Huang with a bow.
"Sit down." Ye Huang pointed to the stool next to him and motioned for the latter to sit down, but obviously the latter was not so relaxed and still stood there coyly for a long time.
"If you don't sit down, you know it will be very tiring for me to talk to you with my head raised. Sit down, it's okay." After Ye Huang said this, the latter sat down.
"Did you lose the Scar Tiger you were following yesterday?"
Ye Huang poured a glass of water for this young man named Wang Jin and asked with a smile.
"No, this isn't actually following. It's just following behind and watching." Wang Jin shook his head and said shyly.
"Haha, I heard you say this in a loud tone. Have you ever been a soldier before?" Just now, when Ye Huang saw that the other party walked like a monk, he thought that this young man named Wang Jin was probably a soldier.
"Xiao Jin just retired this year and served as a scout in Tibet for three years. This matter is nothing to him." The monk next to him smiled and explained to Ye Huang.
"No wonder!"
"Okay, now tell me where the scarred tiger went to in the end?"
"Yes, boss! I have been following Scar Tiger since he left our underworld, and followed him out of the city. This group of people is much more cunning than I thought. After they stopped for a few hours in a small village called Zhujiazhuang, they then
I took a Jinbei back to Yucheng. The last place I went to was a bar called Mengluo in Yubei. I asked about the boss behind Mengluo. It was run by a man named Xiaomianhu. I heard that there was a bar behind him.
A person named Mr. Chai."
"Smiling Tiger? Mr. Chai?" He frowned when he heard the name of these two people, Ye Huang. Neither of these people were named Ye Huang.
However, the monk next to him suddenly changed his expression and grabbed Wang Jin and said, "Xiao Jin, are you telling the truth? Are you really the Smiling Tiger and Mr. Chai?"
"Brother Monk, you are absolutely right. I heard that this group of people has been developing in Yubei for a long time. They have been supporting some forces at the front and acting as the boss behind the scenes." Wang Jin nodded when he saw Monk's reaction.
"Monk, what are the identities of these two people?" Seeing the expression on the monk's face, Ye Huang knew clearly that the identities of these two people were not simple.
"Sir, you didn't know the true identities of these two people not long after you arrived in Yucheng. I believe that if the news that these two people are still alive is revealed in the dark world of Yucheng, everyone will be shocked."
"Do you still remember the major anti-gang case in Chongqing two years ago?" the monk asked again.
"You mean these two people survived the big case?" The thoughtful Ye Huang thought of a possibility when he heard the monk's words.
"That's right! These two people were the real underground bosses of Yucheng a few years ago. During the crackdown on gangsters in Yucheng, the news came from the police station that these two people were shot dead. Unexpectedly, they are still alive in the world."
"In this case, these two people should have spies and high-ranking officials to protect them within the Yucheng government."
"Based on the current situation, it's very possible." The monk nodded and agreed. The only reason to be able to survive the storm of anti-criminal gangs unharmed is this reason.
"Sir, these two people have always eaten people without spitting out their bones. I'm afraid it will be a little difficult to deal with us this time."
"It's easy to deal with, so it's not called a gangster. Wang Jin, you go and inquire about the situation there in the next few days. I will take action against this so-called Mr. Chai in a few days! Since the police station doesn't care about it, then I will
Just kill him."
Ye Huang said coldly with a cold look in his eyes. He had been hiding until now after fighting against the black storm. However, after he left Yanhuang Society and was framed by the Wang family again, these people jumped out. I don't think these people will be clean.
"Smelly old man, you are looking for death! You dare to dirty my car, don't you want to live?" Just as Ye Huang was talking to the monks and others, an extremely discordant voice came from the distance.
