Tong Erbao sat at the head of the square table, facing the main door of the office. He was now very good with his forehand, and he opened the handle, with a happy smile on his face, and the sound of joy shook the room. Just like that, there was a clang, and the door cracked, and he walked outside.
Enter a young man.
Director Tong became angry when he heard someone calling him by his name. He glared at the visitor, slammed the table and shouted: "Boy, you are so crazy. Do you know whose territory this is?"
Others in the room were either angry or at a loss. The young man who came in didn't say much. He strode forward, across the large mahjong table, and grabbed Director Tong's round bald head like lightning.
.
Let’s do it right now!
Director Tong is usually very domineering and weighs almost 200 kilograms. He has a dragon head tattooed on his chest, and his fat figure will make people give in when he stands forward. But today, he was showing off his power at the mahjong table, but he was taken advantage of.
Caught the head.
The young man's fingers were like pliers, and he pinched the flesh on Director Tong's head, and pulled out his fat body like a chicken - the mahjong table clattered, the table tilted, the chairs fell over, and the cards fell to the ground.
It's as simple as plucking an onion.
The other people in the room were furious when they saw this, and were about to step forward to show off their power. But the young man who came in raised his fist, and they were shocked - the fist as big as a sand bowl was simply tied with a circle of rags, and he was pointing towards Director Tong.
He was hit on the head with one punch after another.
Director Tong was struggling desperately, clawing and kicking with his hands and feet, and screaming. But no matter how he moved, he could not escape the young man's control.
With the first punch, Tong Erbao's face blossomed, the corners of his eyes were cracked, and blood spurted out;
With the second punch, Tong Erbao's jaw was dislocated, the bone was shattered, and he was bleeding profusely from his mouth;
After the third punch, the person died. He fell to the ground and made no sound.
From the time the young man came in to the time the three punches were punched, the whole process lasted no longer than ten seconds. The momentum was so fierce and cruel that even if the other people in the room were still angry, they were so shocked that they were left with a cool feeling. Needless to say, this
I met an enemy and came to seek revenge.
After Zhou Qingfeng punched three times, he breathed a sigh of relief. He untied the cloth strip tied on his hands. The cloth strip was already covered with blood, and a large area was also spattered on the ground. He threw the cloth strip away and turned his head.
Looking at the people in the room.
This method of public execution was so swift and cruel that the people at the mahjong table had no time to react. They were all frightened by the fierce man's gaze. The three people sitting all left the table, and several others backed up against the wall.
Instead, Zhou Qingfeng pulled up a chair and sat down in front of the table, pointed at the gambling money on the table, and asked: "Who won?"
"Director Tong."
"No, no, no, Tong Erbao."
"He wins a lot, so we just play with him."
Several people answered tremblingly.
Zhou Qingfeng asked again: "How much did he win?"
Several people quickly picked up the scattered banknotes on the table and put them in front of the table. Zhou Qingfeng estimated that there were more than five hundred without counting. After receiving the money, he asked again: "Isn't Tong Erbao there?"
You should only have this little money, right?"
"He also has a small vault." Someone pointed to the corner of the room, which was a locked bedside table made of wood. "There is money in it, a lot of money."
Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward and kicked the bedside table into pieces. There was really a lot of money in the cabinet, probably the market management fees collected recently. It was all in there. There were all big and small bills. He reached out and grabbed them all and put them all in.
pocket.
There was a bunch of car keys on the bedside table. Zhou Qingfeng picked them up casually and asked, "Does this guy have a car?"
Another person replied: "There is a second-hand Jialing motorcycle parked outside the door."
"This car belongs to me, do you have any objection?" After collecting the car keys, Zhou Qingfeng prepared to walk out. The others stood and did not dare to move, for fear of provoking the evil man's malice.
However, Director Tong, who had just been knocked unconscious, actually got up from the ground and shouted dizzily: "Grandson, you either kill me tonight, or you wait for death."
"I'm not very good at saying harsh words." Zhou Qingfeng was unmoved at all and just grabbed a shovel against the wall. The shovel was probably used for cleaning. It had not been used for a long time and the wooden handle was dusty.
He grabbed the handle of the shovel and whipped Tong Erbao's back hard.
"I won't talk nonsense if I can do it."
Bang..., the wooden handle was cut off on the spot. Tong Erbao let out a scream, then fell to the ground again with a bang, a blood mark appeared on his back, and there was no movement at all.
Zhou Qingfeng turned back to look at the remaining people, "Have you seen enough excitement? Are you waiting for me to see you off?"
Several people in the house left in a hurry and left the market management office in less than a minute. Zhou Qingfeng took a large flashlight in the house and went out to find the second-hand Jialing. He didn't start it, but just pushed it.
Head towards the pier.
On the dock pier, the youngest son of the He family was waiting eagerly. When he saw someone coming with a bright flashlight, he panicked and thought that Zhou Qingfeng was being taken care of, so he immediately jumped on the boat and fled. Zhou Qingfeng shouted: "It's me,
What are you panicking about?"
The youngest son heard the voice and confirmed that it was Zhou Qingfeng. Seeing that he actually pushed a motorcycle back, he asked in surprise: "Where is Tong Erbao?"
"have no idea."
"Where did this motorcycle come from?"
"Sent from Tong Erbao."
Although the boat is small, it is not difficult to transport a motorcycle. The youngest son of the He family was very envious when he saw how Zhou Qingfeng got such a good thing every time he went there.
In the dark night, the two people started the gasoline engine and drove the boat back. There was no trace on the river, no one could see it, and the dock soon became silent, cutting off any possibility of recourse.
Late at night, Zhou Qingfeng came back by boat, started his motorcycle, and took the youngest son of the He family back to Mawang Village. At this time, the old man He was still being cared for at his daughter's house. Hearing the sound of the motorcycle at the door at night, he didn't know what was happening.
What happened?
As soon as the door opened, the youngest son of the He family jumped in first, opened his mouth and shouted with a smile: "Dad, it's done."
Old Man He put a plaster on his forehead and put on some clothes at night. He didn't even look at his son. He first looked at Zhou Qingfeng who was pushing the motorcycle, and immediately knew that the matter must be solved. He slapped his son on the head and shouted in a low voice.
: "Stop talking and go inside."
It’s just that people can enter the house, but motorcycles cannot. Even Magnolia dressed up and came out to see the novelty - a motorcycle is very valuable now, there are tens of thousands of imported ones, and thousands of domestically produced ones.
According to the current economic income, those who can drive a motorcycle are definitely wealthy.
Although it was just a second-hand Jialing, its appearance was a bit shabby. But driving the car did not lose status at all, and in fact it gained more dignity. Zhou Qingfeng himself felt secretly happy when he drove the car back. But he remained calm,
Just took out a wad of money from his pocket.
A large amount of banknotes were placed on the table in the hall, which immediately attracted the attention of the He family. Zhou Qingfeng counted them casually and found that there were more than two thousand yuan. He took out five hundred and said, "Uncle He, this is
It is Tong Erbao who pays for your medical expenses."
so much?!
Old man He didn't dare to pick it up, so Zhou Qingfeng handed it to his sister-in-law. The woman was also frightened, but she didn't want to let go, so she could only look at her father.
The youngest son of the He family whispered happily: "I sent Mr. Zhou to the vegetable pier, and he went to meet Tong Erbao alone. I was waiting for him at the pier, and then I heard a few noises. In less than five minutes, he
I just pushed the motorcycle back."
Zhou Qingfeng put away the remaining nearly two thousand, thought for a while, took out another hundred and handed it to his sister-in-law, "This is my rent and food expenses for next month."
It sounded like it was for her. The woman accepted the money generously but gave the man an angry look, as if she was blaming him for being too naive. They were already related, so why did she still care about this small amount of money?
Old man He, on the other hand, looked at the money, sighed and said to his younger son: "Do you still have the strength? I didn't go to sell vegetables yesterday and I didn't make any money. Now I'm going to make another trip and go back before dawn to help Mr. Zhou."
All the vegetables that should be sold have been sold.”
The youngest son of the He family was still in good spirits. He followed his father to carry vegetables, laughing and saying, "Dad, it's five hundred yuan. The blow to your head was not in vain."