The purpose of Ji Li's visit to Uncle Qin again was to cultivate feelings and come out to chat for a while. The two of them did not talk about the factory, but this time Ji Li still came with two bottles of Golden Liufu, but the money inside became I got the bank card, but Uncle Qin still confiscated it and only politely said that he was in contact and would have to wait a few days to see if he would have an accurate letter.
Although Uncle Qin confiscated the things, Ji Li felt reassured. If Uncle Qin didn't want to help, there was no need to see him again. The reason for this ambiguous attitude was that the old man probably wanted to increase the price. .
The two sat for about forty minutes and then separated. Ji Li wanted to send Uncle Qin off, but was refused. In desperation, he had no choice but to leave by himself.
"Zi Liu."
Uncle Qin, who was over sixty years old, was sitting in a teahouse, drinking tea leisurely. He seemed to be in a good mood. He took off his knitted woolen gloves, took out his Nokia mobile phone, and dialed the number of a former colleague.
"Hey, how are you, Lao Qin?" the other party asked.
"Let's have some tea again, haha." Uncle Qin smiled.
"Have you collected your things?" the other party asked very directly and very concerned about the key points.
"Can we accept it? He is more anxious about this than us, so we need to hold him back," Uncle Qin said without hesitation.
"That's right, these people are not fun, but they have money. If you don't take it, it will be free. We have all withdrawn. We are getting older day by day. There will be nothing to think about in the future. My youngest son I just got married and live together with me. His wife and my wife have eight hundred fights a day. They can argue all afternoon just because they want to buy green onions. It really annoys me to death. Taking care of the elderly and eating and drinking are second to none. How can I feel comfortable? Even if God takes care of it," the other party said slowly.
"The situation is almost the same. Okay, I'll wait a little longer until the heat is up. Let's come over together." Uncle Qin nodded and replied.
"Hey, that's great."
The two chatted for a while and then hung up the phone.
Uncle Qin put the old man's phone into his pocket, glanced down at the tea table, and without hesitation, carefully sealed the remaining half bag of Tieguanyin, put it into his pocket, and then left slowly.
It was cold outside, but Uncle Qin was reluctant to take a taxi and planned to walk one stop and then take the bus.
"Brother Lin, here comes the rough guy." The young man driving a Jetta said with bared teeth.
"Follow me, I'll finish this eyeliner before we talk." Lin Zi took the eyeliner, sat in the rickety Jetta, and began to draw eyeliner.
The people in this car are all the young people that Lin Zi has been plundering from the society recently. These people actually do not like Lin Zi in their hearts, and they all feel that it is quite shameful to hang out with him. However, Lin Zi is rich, and his eldest brother can do it. He was tough and was quite nice to the people below, so as long as Lin Zi didn't mention asking them to present chrysanthemums, these people would tolerate it.
After following for about a few hundred meters, Uncle Qin was almost reaching the station with his hands behind his back. At this time, Lin Zi's eyeliner had been finished. Those eyes were as sharp as those of his mother's national treasure, the giant panda. He was already as tall as Lao Xian. After he becomes more and more feminine, it can be said that with one face, thousands of people vomit, but he is drunk alone.
"Stop the car and fuck his mother."
Lin Zi bared his teeth and said.
"Squeak."
The driver slowly applied the brakes, and the Jetta suddenly stopped on the side of the road.
"Bang, bang, bang."
The car door popped open, and two young men in the back seat jumped out with baseball bats in their hands. One of the young men shouted: "Fuck you, Mom, old B Deng, stop right there."
"Um."
Uncle Qin turned around in confusion.
"Canopy,."
The baseball bat hit Uncle Qin's back without any warning. His body shook. Before he could react, two young men swung the baseball bat and slapped his back and buttocks hard. Uncle Qin was older. , these two people did not dare to exert all their strength and risk their lives for fear of causing a big trouble, so after knocking Uncle Qin down on the curb, they started to kick Uncle Qin's body with their feet.
Lin Zi twisted his butt and got out of the Jetta. He stood there with an enchanting posture, staring at the old man. After waiting for more than ten seconds, he waved his hand and said, "Okay."
The two young men stopped immediately. Lin Zi, wearing pointed leather shoes with rivets, slowly squatted on the spot and asked with a blink of an eye: "Uncle, I know why I don't want to fuck you."
Uncle Qin was lying on the ground, with several cuts on his face. His chest was heaving and he was humming. He obviously hadn't recovered yet.
"Mr. Dai said, do whatever you are asked to do. If you are ignorant, I will slap you next time." Lin Zi pursed his lips and said.
When Uncle Qin heard this, he suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart. He wiped the corners of his mouth, gritted his teeth and cursed: "Fuck you. Damn it. Tell me carefully. This matter will be eased. How about you play with me?" Okay, you wait."
"You scold me again..." Lin Zi hates others scolding his mother the most.
Uncle Qin spoke very fast, no better than Mr. Hua. He cursed three times in succession, which lasted no more than two seconds. He was already so angry with the young man in front of him that he didn't know whether he was a boy or a girl. He was People who worked as factory directors had some status in Sanquan Town when they were in office, but they were beaten up and had street fights with others.
"Oh my, fuck, you curse me again."
Lin Zi suddenly stood up, his eyes widened angrily, and he pointed at Uncle Qin and shouted. When the two young men saw the elder brother's attitude, they immediately handed over baseball bats, thinking that he was definitely going to do it himself.
"Fuck you, mom, fuck you, mom." Uncle Qin cursed without hesitation, only repeating this sentence.
"Antonyms, antonyms, antonyms,."
Under the eyes of his two accomplices, Lin Zi did not take the baseball bat, but said the antonym,,,.
This vocabulary is not unfamiliar to the young people of the 1980s generation. When they were in the second grade of elementary school or below, some students would often use these three words if they were scolding someone, which meant rebounding and was also immature. one side,.
But after his mother becomes an adult, who can fight with others? In these three words, who can...
Lin Zi can do it, but it is not an ordinary one. It is no exaggeration to say that he raised his left eyebrow, pinched his waist with his right hand, and pointed at the old man with his left hand. After cursing three antonyms, a little foam started to form at the corner of his mouth, because He spoke too fast.
This state is exactly like the behavior of a rural old lady, scolding others. If she grabs some melon seeds with her left hand at this moment, she will be invincible.
Uncle Qin was stunned and couldn't react for a long time.
"Brother Lin, let's go."
A young man next to him was about to lose his mind because of Lin Zilei's words. He stretched out his hand to drag him and walked towards the Jetta.
"I'm telling you, Old B Deng, if you don't let me take care of the matter, I'm not done with you." Lin Zi sat in the car, rolled down the window and cursed again.
Uncle Qin lay on the ground motionless and didn't reply.
Uncle Qin was not seriously injured, but the corners of his eyes were swollen from being kicked and there were several big bumps on his head. His son, who worked in a certain unit, rushed to the scene immediately. After picking up his father in the car, he did not dare to I told my mother to call the police directly.
The father and son went to the police station. The director knew this old Qin because many people in his family had worked in factories before, so he personally received Uncle Qin.
"Uncle Qin, do you know who hit him?" the director asked.
"It must be Fatty Dai, his name is Ji Li. He came to talk to me about something, but I didn't agree, so he beat me up," Uncle Qin said firmly.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure, he must have asked someone to beat him."
"Then do you know where he lives?"
"I don't know where he lives, but he stays in the factory if he has nothing to do." Uncle Qin said slowly.
"Okay, I'll let people go over now."
"Xiao Li, your Uncle Qin is already sixty-three or four years old. Look, you beat me." Uncle Qin burst into tears.
"Don't worry, Uncle Qin, I will definitely deal with him." The director promised, patting his chest.
The entrance of the factory.
Two police cars filed in. Ji Li, who was playing poker with everyone inside, saw the police car at the door for the first time, then quickly packed up his things and went out to greet them.
"What's wrong?" Ji Li asked, leading three or four people.
"Your name is Ji Li." asked the policeman leading the team.
"Yes." Ji Li nodded.
"Then come with us. I have something to ask you for information," said the policeman from the police station.
"Ask me to find out." Ji Li was a little confused.
"Yes, get in the car." The policeman nodded.
"oh,."
Ji Li nodded doubtfully, feeling that something was not going well, but he still followed them into the police car. Three or four people saw Ji Li being taken away, and then one of them took out his phone and notified Wu Zhuang.
After Wu Zhuang received the news, he first asked someone to find out why Ji Li was arrested, and then called Fatty Dai's mobile phone.
After a brief statement, Fatty Dai understood what was going on.
"Brother Dai, we definitely didn't hit him. What do you want to do? Come over here," Wu Zhuang asked anxiously.
"Tell Ji Li to clean your head," Fatty Dai said through gritted teeth.
"What do you mean?" Wu Zhuang was a little confused.
"Waiting to be destroyed."
Fatty Dai gritted his teeth and replied with four words, hung up the phone directly, and muttered to himself very irritably: "How come I can't understand anything? It's been almost a week, and there is no progress at all. This is what the fuck." A waste,.”
"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Weimin asked.
"It's okay."
Fatty Dai frowned and replied, after thinking for a long time, he dialed my cell phone directly.
"Brother." I was stunned for a long time and then answered the phone.
"What are you doing?" Fatty Dai asked bluntly.
"I'm playing CF." I blurted out cutely.
"What the hell are you talking about CF? Go to Sanquan and work for me," Fatty Dai cursed loudly.