On a relatively backward small shopping street in city n, a black Rolls-Royce was parked.
In the early 1990s, not to mention Rolls-Royce, even Mercedes-Benz and Audi were rarely seen on the road. The only ones running on the streets were Volkswagen and Santana. At that time, luxury cars like this were better than landing on the moon.
It's strange, not to mention the entire n city, or even the entire province t, there may only be one like that.
Now that we are parked here, we are attracting many envious eyes as we come and go.
In the car, a man in a black suit respectfully handed a document to the black-haired man in his fifties or sixties sitting in the seat: "Chairman, please take a look at the planning document for this Jiangbei development project."
The old man nodded, "Yes."
"Also, Chairman, the young master has been out for a while. Do you need..." The man looked out the car window hesitantly.
"Let him go alone. There is no need to follow him, or he will lose his temper again." At this point, the old man looked helplessly out of the car window.
While the old man was looking out the car window, suddenly from a fast food restaurant facing the Rolls-Royce, a colorful and black figure rolled out of the restaurant.
To be precise, he didn't roll away, but he was kicked out hard.
The child was completely unprepared and fell onto the street all of a sudden. He fell so hard that he couldn't get up at least for a while.
Then from the store behind her, a burly man in his thirties wearing a white apron and a sinister face walked out. He was standing at the door cursing and pointing at the little girl and saying something. The middle-aged man was sitting in the car, vaguely
I heard a few words, but they didn't seem like good words.
"Chairman?"
"Chairman?!" The man opposite the old man looked up from the document in his hand and saw him looking out the window, so he shouted twice. Seeing that the old man didn't make a sound, he followed him curiously.
Looking out the car window.
winter.
For the children of the rich, it is just like summer, just hot and cold. But for children who are homeless and do not even have enough to eat, winter is nothing more than torture and torture.
Because I didn’t have enough to eat and it was still cold.
It doesn’t matter if it’s cold, but what’s even more troublesome is that my hands and feet will suffer from frostbite.
After being kicked by the man behind him, the little guy, who was no taller than a table, staggered out of the oil-stained fast food restaurant, and then fell to the ground without being able to stand, with his hands full of bruises.
Frostbite left a long trail of blood on the sidewalk.
After the rotten meat was polished, a layer of fresh pink flesh soon appeared, and a layer of sad blood appeared in the sun.
Bleeding...
And it hurts so much!! Tears quickly burst out of his big round eyes, but his owner stubbornly held back the tears.
"Little Yakuza, are you not afraid of being beaten? I just warned you not to come in a few days ago. Why are you coming in again? Do you have any ears?"
"Come here all day long, I have to do business! How did your parents educate you?" The man behind him was still cursing, which made the little girl lying on the ground angry.
He retorted with a sharper voice than the man: "I'm going to order the leftovers that I don't want! What's bothering you? It's useless for you to keep them, you might as well give them to me!"
"Didn't you see that all the guests left when you came in?"
"That's because your food tastes terrible!"
"Damn, you little bastard has a pretty good mouth!"
Because of the cold weather, there were several times fewer guests than before.
There were few customers, so the owner of the shop was naturally in a bad mood, and now being spoken to by such a little beggar added fuel to the fire. He pulled up his sleeves and walked towards the little girl who still fell to the ground and had not yet gotten up.
Today he was going to teach this damn girl a lesson.
"..." The man's ferocious face made the originally sharp-tongued little girl stunned in place. She didn't even bother to get up from the ground. She just looked up with her big round eyes and stared blankly at the growing number of people.
The man who was close also forgot to escape.
Ever since grandma passed away, no one in this world has loved her, cared about her, or protected her. Children without parents, especially wandering children like her, go to orphanages and are not taken in, even more so.
Even worse than grass, she has encountered this kind of thing countless times.
Being scolded, chased away and even blinded became commonplace, and sometimes even beaten. Although she had experienced it countless times, she was still frightened.
"..."
This strong and burly man did not think about showing mercy to this short and thin little girl. He raised his foot and was about to kick her towards her. However, he was kicked in the calf by someone who rushed over. That kick not only came
In time, and with a very powerful force, a man weighing nearly 160 pounds was kicked to the ground, clutching his legs and wailing loudly.
The little girl was shocked. She sat on the ground and looked at the person who helped her.
The one who kicked the man's leg was a little boy who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old and looked like a foreigner. His eyes were big and gray, and the bridge of his nose was very high and straight. At least when the little girl was begging, she rarely
I saw someone with this kind of appearance.
Not only does this little boy look special, but the clothes he wears are also even more special. The little girl has seen the clothes with the LSA logo. A summer T-shirt costs hundreds of yuan. The salary at that time was only 56 yuan a month.
One hundred yuan, clothes of that brand are so expensive, let alone winter clothes like today.
Rich people! Happy rich people! The little girl was envious silently in her heart.
The boy did not show mercy because the man fell to the ground, nor was he frightened because of the man's wailing. His gray eyes had no emotion at all, and there was no extra expression on his face. He raised his feet wearing snow-white sneakers, like
It was like playing football, kicking towards the man one after another.
It's like venting.
Every stroke is extremely powerful.
After a few kicks, the man who had been showing off his power just now fell unconscious on the ground, unable to utter a word anymore.
However, the boy in front of the girl did not show any mercy because of the man's coma. Instead, he became more forceful, as if he was putting this man to death.