The purpose of Ji Li's visit to Uncle Qin again... was to cultivate feelings. He came 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 It turned into a bank card. However, Uncle Qin still confiscated it. He only said tactfully that he was in contact. We will have to wait a few days to see if we can get the confirmation.
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 gloves. He 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. Hold him off..." Uncle Qin said without hesitation.
"That's right. These people are not fun. But they have money. If you don't take it, you won't get it. We have all withdrawn. We are getting older day by day. From now on, we will have nothing to worry about. My son just Married. He lives with me. His wife and my wife fight eight times a day. We can argue all afternoon because of buying green onions... It really annoys me to death. Taking care of the elderly, taking care of the elderly, eating and drinking are second to none. 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... The heat is here. 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. He lowered his head and glanced at the tea table. Without hesitation, he carefully sealed the remaining half bag of Tieguanyin and put it into his pocket. Then he slowly left.
It's cold outside, but Uncle Qin is reluctant to take a taxi. He plans 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. Let's talk." Lin took the eyeliner, sat in the rickety Jetta, and began to draw eyeliner.
The people in this car are all the young men who have been criticized by Lin in society recently. These people actually do not like Lin in their hearts. They all feel that it is quite shameless to hang out with him. But Lin is rich. The eldest brother can do it. He was tough and quite nice to the people below. So as long as Lin didn't mention asking them to present chrysanthemums, these people would tolerate it.
After following for about a few meters, Uncle Qin had almost arrived at the station with his hands behind his back. At this time, Lin's eyeliner had been finished. Those eyes were perfect, just like his mother's national treasure giant panda. He was already as tall as Lao Xian. This he After my mother became more and more feminine, she could be said to have a face that made people vomit, but he was drunk alone...
"Stop the car and fuck his mother."
Lin Gongya said...
"Squeak."
The driver slowly applied the brakes. The Jetta suddenly stopped on the side.
"Bang, bang, bang."
The car door popped open. Two young men in the back seat, holding baseball bats, rushed out. One of the young men shouted: "Old B Deng, stop for me..."
"Um."
Uncle Qin turned around in confusion.
"Canopy..."
The baseball bat hit Uncle Qin's back without warning. His body shook. Before he could react, two young men swung the baseball bat and slapped his back and butt hard. Uncle Qin was older. The two of them did not dare to exert all their strength and risk their lives for fear of causing big trouble. So after knocking Uncle Qin onto the horse's teeth, they immediately started to kick Uncle Qin's body with their feet.
Lin twisted his hips 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, wearing pointed leather shoes with rivets, slowly squatted on the spot. He blinked and asked, "Master, I know why I don't want to fuck you."
Uncle Qin was lying on the ground. His face was scratched several times. His chest was heaving and he was humming. It was obvious that he hadn't recovered yet.
"Mr. Dai said, just do whatever you are asked to do...you are ignorant. I will slap you next time." Lin pursed his lips and said.
When Uncle Qin heard this, a sudden surge of anger surged in his heart. He wiped the corners of his mouth, gritted his teeth and cursed: "...Say it carefully. This matter will be eased. You play this with me... Okay. Okay." .You wait........"
"You scold me again..." Lin hates others scolding his mother the most.
"..."
Uncle Qin spoke very quickly, not as bad as Mr. Hua. He cursed one after another for 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 had done it before. The factory director had some serious status in Quan Town when he was in office. When was he beaten up? When was he involved in a street fight with others?
".You curse again."
Lin suddenly stood up. His almond-shaped eyes glared, and he pointed at Uncle Qin and shouted. When the two young men saw the eldest brother's attitude, they immediately handed over the baseball bat, thinking that he must do it himself.
"..." Uncle Qin cursed without hesitation, only repeating this sentence.
"Antonyms. Antonyms. Antonyms..."
Under the eyes of his two accomplices, Lin did not take the baseball bat. Instead, he said the opposite word...
This word is not unfamiliar to the young people of the 1980s generation. When they were in the second grade or below, some students would often use this word if they were scolding someone. It means rebounding, and it also shows the immature side of children. ...
But when he becomes an adult, who can fight with others? Who can make this word...
Lin Neng is not an ordinary Neng. 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 swearing an antonym, a little foam started to form at the corner of his mouth because of the language. It's fast...
This state is just like the performance of a rural old woman who is scolding others. At this moment, if she needs to grab a little more melon with her left hand, she will be invincible.
Uncle Qin was stunned...he didn't react for a long time.
"Brother Lin, let's go..."
There was a young man next to him who was about to lose his mind because of Lin Lei. He stretched out his hand and pulled 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 sat in the car, rolled down the window and cursed again.
Uncle Qin lay on the ground motionless and didn't reply.
.........
Uncle Qin's injuries were not serious. He was just swollen from being kicked at the corners of his eyes. He also had a few big bumps on his head. His son, who works in a certain unit, rushed to the scene as soon as possible. After picking up his father in the car, he didn't dare to Tell your mother. Just call the police.
The two fathers went to the police station. The director knew this old Qin because there were many people in his family who 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 Dai Pang. His name is Ji Li. He came to talk to me about something. 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 come over now."
"Xiao Li... Your Uncle Qin is already sixty-four. Look at the beating you gave 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 he quickly packed up his things and went out to greet them.
"What's wrong?" Ji Li asked, leading the four people.
"Your name is Ji Li." asked the policeman leading the team.
"Yes." Ji Li nodded.
"Then come with us. There's something going on. Let me find out something from you." 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. He felt that something was wrong, but he still followed them into the police car. The four of them saw Ji Li being taken away. Then one of them took out his phone and informed Wu Zhuang.
After Wu Zhuang received the news, he first asked someone to find out why Ji Li was arrested. Then he called Dai Pang's mobile phone.
After a brief statement, Dai Pang understood what was going on.
"Brother Dai, we definitely didn't hit him... What do you mean? Come over here..." Wu Zhuang asked anxiously.
"Tell Ji Li to clean your head..." Dai Pang gritted his teeth and said.
"What do you mean?" Wu Zhuang was a little confused.
"Waiting to be destroyed..."
Dai Pang gritted his teeth and replied with four words. He hung up the phone and muttered to himself very irritably: "How come I can't understand anything? It's been almost a week. There's no progress at all. This is what the fuck." A waste..."
"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Weimin asked.
"It's okay."
Dai Pang frowned and replied. After thinking for a long time, he dialed my mobile phone directly.
"Brother..." I was stunned for a long time and then answered the phone.
"What are you doing?" Dai Pang asked calmly.
"I'm...getting a CF." I blurted out cutely.
"What the hell are you doing? cf. Gunquan, go do the work for me..." Dai Pang cursed loudly.
"ah..."
I'm confused.
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