Before Ye Huang could turn around, another scream came out, and when he turned around to look back, he was already in a bloody scene. [*]
I saw a Sun Country Honda Accord lying on the roadside not far in front of Huangquan Gate. In front of this car, a migrant worker who had just pushed a cart from Huangquan fell to the ground with a broken head and bleeding.
He was covering the wound with one hand and looking helplessly at a middle-aged man with an extremely plump figure next to him.
"Handle the matter entrusted to you immediately, don't forget it." After saying this to the monk and Wang Jin, Ye Huang stood up and walked towards the scene in front of him with a cold face.
Huangquan was originally located in the downtown area of the university town, and the traffic volume was usually very high. For fear of affecting indoor traffic, the monk specifically asked the construction workers to place the place on the sidewalk in front of Huangquan.
I just didn’t expect that even in this situation, someone would drive the car up without any foresight, and beat someone up so arrogantly!
"I didn't mean it, why don't I wipe it off for you?" The middle-aged migrant worker uncle, who was sitting on the ground with one hand covering his head that was still bleeding, stood up with a trembling look of anxiety on his face and was about to go over and wipe that person out.
He wiped away the traces on the Accord, but he didn't expect to be greeted with another kick.
"Get the hell out of here! You broke my car and you thought you could just wipe it down and you'd be fine? I'm telling you, if you don't come up with three thousand yuan today, I'll put you in the police station, wearing the same clothes.
***It’s like begging for food, it affects the appearance of the city, bah!”
After the cursing, the middle-aged fat man spat directly at the migrant worker uncle, which happened to be on the latter's body. However, the migrant worker uncle who was kicked to the ground for this behavior could only swallow his anger.
, his eyes were full of helplessness.
Three thousand yuan is equivalent to his hard-earned salary for more than a month. If he loses this all at once, this month will be wasted. When he calls his mother-in-law and children, they will definitely not be able to explain it.
I'm still waiting for this money to pay for tuition...
"Why are you so scolding? You were the one who hit me with your car just now. I can't blame you for knocking on my head. You are so unreasonable."
"That's right! It was obviously you who hit me with your car. Besides, your car wasn't damaged at all. Why should Lao Litou pay for it? You're blackmailing me!"
Seeing that Old Li was being bullied, several of the migrant workers who saw what had just happened came over and argued with each other. They came from the same place and had a very strong sense of protection.
"Scream! What, you still want to join forces to cheat on the debt? I tell you, don't meddle in other people's business like a dog or a rat, or I'll catch you too."
When he saw several other migrant workers coming up and saying this, the fat middle-aged man glared and yelled a threat.
Sure enough, after he yelled like this, several migrant workers did not dare to say anything. After all, they were city dwellers and could afford to drive such high-end cars. If there was any trouble, it would be them who would suffer.
"A bunch of uneducated and unscrupulous people are too young to fight with me!" Seeing that everyone was silent, the middle-aged fat man said casually with a cold smile.
"Smelly old man, what do you think we should do about this matter? For three thousand dollars or go to the police station, it's your choice." With a big belly, this middle-aged fat man is a migrant worker uncle who is determined to eat the ground.
Although three thousand yuan is not much to me, at least it is a month's worth of gas, so don't give it to me for free.
"I can't give you money. My kid still needs this money to go to college and pay tuition..." The corner of his mouth twitched a few times, and the middle-aged migrant worker said with a sad and helpless look on his face.
"I don't care if your child goes to college! If you touch my car, you'll have to pay for it. Hurry up, my patience is limited!"
This middle-aged fat man roared at the migrant workers on the ground like an angry wild boar.
"What's going on?" Ye Huang walked over slowly, glanced at the fat middle-aged man with mouse eyes, and then asked several uncles of migrant workers.
Perhaps because they did not know who Ye Huang was, several migrant workers looked at Ye Huang but did not speak. At this time, the monk had already walked up.
"Brothers, this is our boss. If anything happens, please tell him. It will be fine."
When the monk said this, several migrant workers looked at Ye Huang suspiciously and then whispered.
"Boss, we were pushing a car here just now. This gentleman drove over and hit the car, making it dirty. He insists on paying three thousand yuan. Three thousand yuan is equivalent to more than one month's salary.
, I can’t afford it at all…”
The uncle, a migrant worker who spoke his hometown dialect, said to Ye Huang with red eyes. At this moment, he didn't know the purpose of Ye Huang's question and was full of fear of Ye Huang.
I remember that brothers from other hometowns who worked with me in the past also scratched other people's cars. Not only did they lose thousands of dollars, but they were fired by the employer. I almost didn't get back the money I had worked for for several months.
For a moment, the migrant worker uncle looked at Ye Huang and really didn't know what the young boss wanted to do.
"Is what this uncle said true?"
"Yes! Lao Li didn't lie. We were all watching just now. Boss, it was really this person who bumped into me."
"Boss, Brother Shang asked us to put the clay mixing area on the sidewalk because we were afraid that we would affect the traffic. Tell me, we are all migrant workers. How can we bump into other people's cars?"
Ye Huang was the one who asked this question, and several migrant workers nearby who had just seen everything clearly started to explain for Old Li Tou.
"What do you mean by what you said? Then I said you took 10 million from me... The fact is that you hit my car, 3,000 yuan, no! 6,000 yuan! Give us money to solve the problem, and don't give it to our court.
See, I don’t believe I can’t cure you unruly people.”
When the fat man heard that several migrant workers said that he was not immediately angry, he took out his mobile phone and looked like he was about to make a call.
"Six thousand yuan! You...why don't you go and grab it? I worked my butt off for three months to get this little money, and you suddenly became black. Isn't your heart too dark?" When Old Li heard this fat man, he sat on the ground.
The starting price is six thousand yuan. He almost fainted in a flash. He pointed at the other party with his hands full of blood and accused him.
"Old man, don't call me a scumbag. If you have the guts, don't hit me. Besides, why don't you wander around the city when you have nothing to do? No one will slander you when you are farming at home." The fat man squinted his little eyes and said fiercely to Old Li.
After a few words, he turned to look at Ye Huang again.
"Are you the boss here? Tell me what to do. This migrant worker soiled my car and scratched a small piece of it. Can you give me an explanation?"
"You want to explain?" Ye Huang narrowed his eyes with a sneer on his face.~
