Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty-Six The Battle of the Mute and the Mad Dog
In the hospital ward.
"How are you today?"
I walked in carrying two boxes of fast food, glanced at Li Hao and asked.
"Better." Li Hao put down the thick novel and replied boredly.
"What are you looking at?" I put down the snacks and sat on the stool and asked.
"The story of a 16-year-old brother who unified the country is quite enjoyable, haha." Li Hao replied with a smile.
"Fuck, when you have nothing to do, can you look at something useful? You are going to be the boss now, and you don't have any money in your stomach, okay." I said with disdain for him.
"It's a novel, just for fun. Hey, from what you say, Liu Changsheng has finished what he needs to do." Li Hao held the bed and sat up.
"Wow."
I threw the money bag to Li Hao, opened the lunch box, put the food on the table, and said casually: "Tang Jun gave you the compensation, Liu Changsheng wants to evacuate the people in the parking lot, you can recover quickly, so you can take advantage of it." If you have it, just take it, don’t worry about the size of the business, there is something to do anyway.”
"Fuck, I have a normal relationship with Ning Hai. They do a good job in the beer plaza. I went there and it was too high and too low. It was awkward, so I won't be polite about the parking lot. But this compensation is Forget it, you can take it to Jin Beibei and Lao Xian to chop it up. They all used the Blood Drinking Sword. If I don’t mind, I will get stabbed in the neck, haha." Li Hao took the money. After a pause, he put it aside again.
What he did made my heart warm. Everyone knows that money is good, but there are very few people who can avoid being greedy.
Does Li Hao need money? The answer is that he needs it more than anyone else, but he still doesn't want to take it. That's fine.
"Okay, I'll give them the money later." I nodded.
"Why don't you smoke some?" Li Hao asked with a slight smile, picking up the chopsticks.
"One person draws ten thousand, what the fuck, how much money have I spent during this time." I said fiercely while eating the lion's head.
"Okay, you should, haha." Li Hao laughed.
"Oh, Liu Changsheng also gave Ba Dao to me. When you take over the parking lot, go through a transfer with him and you can drive the car." I said again.
"What are you doing? Don't you like SUVs? Besides, you took this job, so I can't let you work in vain. Didn't Mr. Dai give him a slap?" Li Hao said, stunned for a moment.
"Let me, there is a car driving now, and you hold it, it's the same as mine, don't make any ink marks, that's it, over there, Pangpang, I'll turn around and act like a baby, and nothing will happen. ,." I said seriously.
"Fuck, come on for me."
"Don't be so arrogant, my heart is still bleeding right now." I replied with a sideways glance.
"Ha ha."
Li Hao laughed, grabbed my shoulder with his palm, and accepted it happily without saying another word.
The two of us were eating a big meal. Li Hao took a sip of mineral water and suddenly asked: "Hey, isn't Jin Beibei at odds with Zhang Ben? Why don't you give him to me? It happens to be a parking lot and I need someone."
"Fuck, if you don't deal with it, I have to separate them. I still have some idea of who serves whom. I can't separate them now and let them pinch each other." I replied without hesitation.
"No wonder Fatty Dai is so nice to you, his thinking is fucking different from that of normal people." Li Hao was stunned for a long time and said speechlessly.
"Eat well and don't curse others."
"hehe."
The two of us looked at each other and smiled, and started to pull the rice furiously again.
The other end.
At the entrance of the Hongguangli wet market, Brother Xian, who had just been sutured with a wound on his back and was still bleeding, was angry!!!
"Who is the thief?"
Lao Xian carried two pounds of beans and half a pound of ribs, stretched his neck and stood at the entrance and yelled angrily. His voice was much less thoughtful than Shagen's.
"What's wrong, buddy, someone took the money." asked a fish seller.
"I went to the market for a f*cking walk, and my money and phone were gone. My wife was waiting to eat some beans, and I didn't even have taxi fare. Do you think I'm in a hurry? I'm not in a hurry," the old fairy said angrily. His eyes were red and stained with ink.
"How many are lost?" asked the fish seller.
"It's more than thirty yuan." The old immortal said with great distress. This was his pocket money for a week.
"It's not much, just forget it. I'll give you a dollar and take the car back." The fish seller said with a kind heart.
"No, damn it, when it comes to stealing, my friends have dug the tombs of the Qing Dynasty, and they can definitely be regarded as their ancestors. Tell me, there are more six-fingered children here, and more mutes." The old immortal said casually. asked.
"Brother, you are quite knowledgeable." The fish seller was stunned.
"Didn't I tell you? I am their fucking ancestor in this business."
"There are two mutes over there at the station. They used to stay in the market. Later, the market security guards beat them away. They came here often during this time." The fish seller explained.
"Fuck, thanks."
The old immortal took two steps forward, thought for a while, then came back, grabbed the dollar, and said seriously: "I will definitely pay you back the money."
"hehe."
The young fish seller smiled and didn't care.
Ten minutes later, the old immortal arrived near the station, scanned around and spotted two young men squatting next to the newsstand, drinking water and smoking.
I have to say that Brother Xian has been a slut lately. He just had a fight with someone in the parking lot two days ago. The injury has not healed yet, so he has to show off his bitch, and make everyone laugh at anything he says. I made pork ribs and stewed beans. Who knew that just after I finished shopping, my money and mobile phone were stolen.
We have several groups here, which are quite special. One is brothers from ethnic minorities. They have special legal care. Most of them benefit from the care of this law and do some serious business and make a lot of money. But There are rats everywhere. Some of these rats sell knives, some fight, and some sell drugs. But as long as they don't go too far, the police don't care much about it, because even if they commit big troubles , then they have to be deported, and the process is too cumbersome, so the judicial system has a headache for these people, and over time, they just turn a blind eye.
There is also a group of people who also make money by defying the law, but they do it more technically. They have been competing with a small number of brothers from ethnic minorities in the same industry. Outsiders call them dumb, and they call themselves Liuzhier. They often go in and out of restaurants. , stations, farmers markets, furniture stores, etc., places with dense crowds and a lot of cash. If you are good at it, you can just walk around for three to five hundred and pocket it. If you are not good at it, you will be beaten and sent to the police station. The police will also use this. There is no good way to help people, because you can't ask for confessions. There are some disabled people who say they are formal, but they are also involved in illegal associations. Already.
They are not considered gangsters, because gangsters look down on people who steal, regardless of whether you are a normal person or a mute.
Lao Xian is no exception. He himself has some mental illness. This is true. It is said that his great-grandfather was bombarded by artillery during the Anti-Japanese War and was frightened. His grandfather was born after he went crazy. Therefore, his family members have some mental illness. The bloodline of the mad dog,.
Today this mad dog is targeting the mute.
For thirty yuan, you have to make a living or die.
When Lao Xian saw the mute, he wanted to find Brick. Who knew that a bus came at this time? The two mutes looked at each other and got into the bus. Although the bus was a bit crowded at this time, it was not as crowded as sticky bean buns. level, so Lao Xian chased after him without queuing up. At this time, the dollar was effectively used.
After the two mutes got into the car, they glanced around, held on to a seat by the window, and scanned around, ready to look for something they could steal.
But can Brother Xian give him this chance?
The mad dog is so anxious, why don’t you give it a damn and catch him and get it done?
"Snapped."
A loud slap hit the left mute's neck.
The "mute" was so smart that he suddenly turned back and looked at the old immortal with a confused look on his face.
"Look at your mother, I have thirty yuan." The thin-faced old immortal asked with glaring eyes.
"Are you fucking sick? Why did you hit me?" The mute asked in confusion for at least twenty seconds under the gaze of a car full of people.
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When the old immortal heard that he actually spoke, his mind immediately went blank. But who is he? He is a Godzilla that only appears once in five hundred years. Can he not be too impatient?
"Fuck, Huzi, don't make trouble with me and give me back the thirty yuan immediately."
The old immortal wiped his face calmly, put his arms around Zuo Mute's neck, and immediately exchanged pleasantries in a familiar manner.
"Who the hell is Hu Zi? Are you sick?" Zuo Mute pushed the old immortal a little anxiously.
"Look at you, you don't need to make trouble, and you get anxious when you make trouble. Okay, I don't want the thirty yuan, you can spend it." The old immortal said nonsensically.
"Fuck you, who made trouble with you?" Zuo Mute became anxious.
"Aba, Aba Aba."
At this time, the right mute suddenly spoke. This was a real mute. He danced and pointed at the neck of the left mute, meaning to tell the old immortal, you have been beaten by my friend, please let me blackmail you.
The old immortal was startled, and when he looked down, he happened to see a large, gleaming tweezer pinned to the waist of this truly mute.
"I, you, my mother, Aba, your father, Lao Basket, you and I, Aba,..."
The old immortal suddenly became furious, jumped up with his legs, and swung a bag of bones. Then a battle between a mute and a mad dog began.
"Pfft,."
Zuo Mute grabbed Lao Xian by the collar and pushed him to the back of the seat. He picked up a set of bastard scratches with both arms and scratched at Lao Xian's face like a storm.
"Pah,,pah."
Lao Xian pushed the left mute with one arm, and held the bag with the other hand. He hit the real mute on the head one after another. For a while, pieces of ribs flew everywhere in the carriage, and beans splashed everywhere. The beating was brutal. .