"Brother Bei, how do you know these people? Is this your circle? I really can't imagine the happiness of rich people."
Dachun looked at those beauties with luxury cars, with a hint of longing in his eyebrows.
"What are you looking at? You men are all the same after all. If you break your leg and you are not honest, believe it or not, I will break your other leg as well."
Myolie Guo was already sensitive when she was pregnant, but when she saw Da Chun's dishonest eyes, she became jealous.
If she hadn't been pregnant and out of shape, she would still be a beauty. If she had money and could dress up properly, she would definitely not be any worse than those beauties.
"No...I didn't see anything."
Da Chun was startled and quickly looked away. Even though he was a tall and thick man, he was actually a strict wife.
It's not accurate to say that. It's more accurate to say that he loves Myolie Guo and doesn't want her to suffer any injustice.
"You're wrong to blame him. What man doesn't love a beautiful woman with a beautiful car? Now that he already has a beautiful woman, all he needs is a beautiful car." Yang Bei laughed.
"Tch, he doesn't even have a driver's license, so he still has a car."
Myolie Guo was so pleased with Yang Bei's implicit praise that she stopped worrying about this issue.
"What's wrong with not having a driver's license? The village chief said that people must have dreams, otherwise they are no different from salted fish." Dachun's face turned red from holding back. Which man doesn't have the dream of a sports car, and he is certainly no exception.
"I'm not trying to hit you. Let's wait until you get your driver's license first." Guo Xing'er turned pale, but sighed in her heart. Some things cannot be obtained by fighting for them. They are there when you are born.
Without it, it would be impossible to have it in this life.
That's what happened to them.
"Haha, Dachun, you can do it, I'm optimistic about you." Yang Bei said with a smile. In fact, he was quite envious of Dachun for having such a wife who shares his heart.
Although he seems to be there on the surface, he is not the same kind of person at all. It was destined to be a mistake from the beginning.
"Brother Bei, don't be too flattering. I'll be satisfied if Xing'er can eat and drink without any worries. I don't dare to think too much." Dachun said with a bitter smile.
"Young Master Yang, that kid told the truth. Someone asked them to make trouble."
At this time, Bai Shixuan came over, holding Zhang San with a bruised nose and swollen face.
Communication among locals is as simple as eliminating violence. Try not to beep when you can.
"Oh? What happened? Did my brother offend someone?" Yang Bei asked.
"Tell me everything you know." Bai Shixuan kicked Zhang San and shouted angrily.
"Say, I'm telling you, don't fight." Zhang San said with a cry: "It's the foreman. He invited me to have a drink and said he wanted me to blame everything on you. When it's over, give me five thousand
Yuan.”
Originally, this matter was very simple for him. After all, Dachun was an honest person, but he didn't know that there was someone behind Dachun. For these 5,000 yuan, he might have lost half his life.
"Foreman? Why did he want to harm me?" Dachun asked angrily.
"It seems that the foreman took advantage of the other party and promised us not to cause trouble, but the people below also had to answer, so he blamed you and made you the scapegoat." Zhang San said, but he didn't know the details.
, after all, he is just a small person.
"Damn it, your city is really full of tricks." Dachun was shaking with anger. He was only in his twenties and wanted to make money to support his family. What was wrong with him.
But even though he was angry, he was helpless and didn't know how to fight the foreman.
"Where is your foreman now?" Yang Bei's face darkened. It was his mistake this time, and he had to stand up for Dachun.
"I...I don't know either." Zhang San said tremblingly.
"Don't know?" Bai Shixuan snorted coldly and put his foot on Zhang San's belly again.
"I...I can call and ask...don't...stop beating, my waist is about to break." Zhang San screamed like a pig.
"I'll give you three minutes." Yang Bei said coldly.
Zhang San immediately took out his cell phone and started calling, but the other party hung up on him several times.
"Damn it, pick it up quickly." Seeing Yang Bei's expression getting more and more ugly, Zhang San remembered it like an ant on a hot pot.
Just when Bai Shixuan was about to take action, Zhang San looked ecstatic and said, "Took it...Took it."
Immediately afterwards, the foreman's voice rang on the phone, "Damn it, you'd better be in trouble, or I'll be ruined."
It can be heard that the foreman should be in high spirits at this time, but he was interrupted by Zhang San.
He is very angry now and the consequences will be serious.
"Foreman, right? I'm Da Chun's buddy. Where are you now?" Yang Bei grabbed the phone and said in a cold tone.
"Why, you want to stand up for that villain, right? Labor and management are now in Dihao. If you have the guts, come over, haha!"
The foreman was stunned for a moment, and then started thinking wildly. Apparently he didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, and hung up the phone before he finished speaking.
"Where is the Royal Hotel?" Yang Bei frowned slightly. He heard the foreman's voice chatting with each other, and there was also a faint charming smile.
This foreman stole the workers' money and went to enjoy himself.
"I know, this hotel is owned by my family." A rich second generation said quickly.
Zhang San was shocked. The Dihao Hotel was the highest standard hotel he knew, but it was directly opened by someone else. This was the difference.
"Take me there!" Yang Bei nodded. Zhang San and the foreman are just minions. There must be someone behind him.
"No problem." The rich second generation nodded fiercely. Yang Bei was obviously going to get angry, and it was also his home court. Now he had something to play with.
"What, what's the matter?"
In a private room of the Royal Hotel, someone asked the foreman.
"It's okay, let's continue drinking. We're just blind migrant workers." The foreman said nonchalantly. He raised his glass and took a big sip, not forgetting to eat tofu on the beautiful woman next to him with one hand.