The third son really loves and hates rich second generation people like Chen Dong.
Love means you can get a lot of money from them.
Hate, they are all human beings, so why do they have everything when they are born?
But since there is money to be made, let's not talk about this. Sanzi walked over, stuffed the phone back into Chen Dong's pocket, and motioned to others to let go of Chen Dong.
Chen Dong immediately said angrily: "Why did you call my dad over?"
"How can you spare five thousand yuan if you don't call your father?"
The third son knows the rich second generation very well. Even though they are well-fed and well-dressed, they really don’t have much cash in their pockets and they usually use their father’s card.
Chen Dong said seriously: "You will regret it if you call my dad over!"
Sanzi Yile: "Hey, do you think I am someone who will regret it?"
"My dad has no money at all!"
"Who are you fooling? Your dad has no money. Where did you get your iPhone?"
Chen Dong wanted to say something more, but Sanzi no longer wanted to tangle with him, so he asked someone to find a piece of cloth and stuff it into Chen Dong's mouth.
The third son has done a lot of this kind of work.
"I'll talk to your dad later, so stop chirping." The third son paused and then said, "Even if you are in love with Mr. Xiao's daughter, we still have to be reasonable, right? You hurt me.
Brothers will have to pay compensation."
Sanzi is not afraid of outsiders like Chen Dong at all. Even if Xiao Liming comes to find him in the future, he will be justified.
Chen Dong was still "woo woo woo" and wanted to persuade the third son not to be so impulsive, but unfortunately he couldn't say anything.
"Well, you will make yourself even more pitiful later..." Sanzi turned around and was about to say something to the purple-haired man when he suddenly discovered that the purple-haired man had wiped away all the nosebleeds and threw a bunch of them at his feet.
Bloody toilet paper.
"Fuck, who asked you to wipe it?!" Sanzi was very angry.
"What's wrong?" The purple-haired man was confused. He wasn't allowed to wipe it if he was bleeding?
"What did you say!" Sanzi roared: "Chen Dong's father will be here soon, why are you extorting his money?"
Only then did the purple-haired man understand what Sanzi wanted to do: "Then what should we do..."
The third son walked up to the purple-haired man and punched him hard.
The nosebleed that the purple-haired man had just stopped spurted out again.
"What are you doing, third brother..." The purple-haired man covered his nose and almost collapsed.
"Don't cover it, let it flow!"
The purple-haired man quickly put down his hands, nosebleeds dripping down, covering his chin, neck, and chest.
"It's still not enough..."
If this is the only point, extorting five thousand yuan is definitely not justified.
Sanzi murmured and punched a few more times, causing the purple-haired man's eyes to suddenly become swollen and his mouth to crack.
"That's it!" Sanzi admired his masterpiece, laughed, and was very satisfied.
"Third brother...it hurts!" The purple-haired man almost cried.
"It's okay. I'll give you half of the money later." Sanzi patted the purple-haired man on the shoulder.
The purple-haired man could only nodded.
"Third brother, why don't you beat him?" Someone pointed at Chen Dong and asked.
"Mr. Xiao has already spoken, we must not fight." Sanzi spat in his heart. It's a shame he didn't take action just now, otherwise he would have been the unreasonable party and might have to compensate the other party!
After a while, there was an engine sound, and a dilapidated black vintage Santana drove into the alley.
The alley is narrow, just big enough for one car.
Sanzi and others thought they were just passers-by, and didn't even think about Chen Dong's father. They wondered why Chen Dong's father was a big boss, and someone who could be on an equal footing with Xiao Liming couldn't get a BMW, Land Rover or the like?
But Santana really stopped right next to them.
Then, a tall, strong man jumped out of the car, and you could smell the alcohol on his body from several meters away.
Of course it's Chen Dahong.
Seeing his son's hands tied and a rag stuffed in his mouth, Chen Dahong immediately became anxious.
"Son!" Chen Dahong ran over.
Sanzi and others were dumbfounded.
This...is Chen Dong's father?!
How is it possible? Isn't Chen Dong the second generation rich? Isn't his family very rich? Why is his father so virtuous? His clothes are greasy and dirty, his head is like a chicken coop, and he drives such an old shabby car.
!
In fact, Chen Dahong is usually very clean. No matter how much he drinks, he will wash up after getting up. But this time he stayed in Acropolis for several days. He didn't wash his face or brush his teeth every day. He didn't have money to stay in a hotel, so he slept in the car at night.
, you can imagine how unpleasant the smell is on your body.
"What are you doing?" Chen Dahong looked sideways at the third son.
"Are you Chen Dong's father?"
"yes!"
Sanzi suddenly took a breath of cold air.
This old guy doesn't look like a rich man.
what happened?
But the third son also knows that some rich people just don't pay attention to their appearance. They are slovenly and unkempt but have tens of millions of dollars. As the saying goes, a person cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea cannot be measured. If you can be an in-law with Xiao Liming, you can be a real person.
Ordinary people?
Therefore, the third son did not dare to underestimate Chen Dahong, and said respectfully: "That's it, your son injured my brother..."
Sanzi said while pointing to the purple-haired man.
The purple-haired man's face was covered with injuries and blood, and he looked really pitiful.
Chen Dahong said: "You know, you know, five thousand yuan!"
Sanzi laughed: "Sure enough, you are particular about people, happy, then..."
"Well, give it to me!" Chen Dahong stretched out his hand.
What?!
Sanzi looked at Chen Dahong in surprise, thinking he had heard wrongly.
"Five thousand yuan, as promised, give it to me!" Chen Dahong still stretched out his hand.
The third son opened his mouth wide and said in extreme disbelief: "Uncle, it was your son who injured my brother..."
"I know!" Chen Dahong said: "My son injured your brother, so you have to give me five thousand yuan. Isn't this what we agreed?"
In fact, Chen Dahong didn't mean to be difficult. He had always been like this in Guyang Town. He beat others and asked for money. He was quite happy when he heard the third son say on the phone that he wanted to give 5,000 yuan. He thought that Wei City and his hometown were the same.
Same rules, I thought the people in Acropolis are really sensible!
Sanzi doesn't know this.
The third son was going crazy because he thought Chen Dahong was deliberately playing tricks on him.
He believed that Chen Dahong must be a very wealthy owner, perhaps the boss of a large group or company.
But even if you are a boss, you can't play tricks like this!
It is true that he has no money and no power, but he has been working in this field for many years. It is because of his unafraid of death that he has managed to survive today and has become one of the most capable thugs around Pan Yan.
Even if you are the boss, you cannot insult me.
The person who beat me also asked me for money.
You have two shoulders to carry one head, and your life is not worth more than mine.
I will fight with you!
The third son punched Chen Dahong hard.
The third son is indeed quite capable of fighting, his skill is not even inferior to that of Long Yiye, and it is not a problem to fight three or five by one person.
It's a pity that it is nothing in front of Chen Dahong.
Chen Dahong grabbed Sanzi's fist and asked doubtfully: "Why do you want to hit me?"
"I just want to hit you!" Sanzi roared and punched you again.
Chen Dahong caught it again.
"If you want to hit me, there must be a reason. We have to be reasonable, right?" Chen Dahong asked patiently.
Chen Dahong, the most unreasonable person in Guyang Town, is now trying to be reasonable.
Although Chen Dong beside him was speechless, he was also smiling bitterly in his heart.
"I'm talking about your mother's fault!" Sanzi roared: "Your son beat one of my men, and you still asked me to give you money. How can there be such a reason in the world!"
Chen Dahong said slowly: "This is my reason...will you pay me or not?"
"I'll give it to your mother!"
Chen Dahong slowly exerted force with his hands, and the third son screamed "Ah...", and then yelled: "What the hell are you doing standing still, get on it!"
The purple-haired man and others rushed towards Chen Dahong.
"Woooooo!" Chen Dong yelled, signaling his father not to hit the man, who was from the Tiannan Group.
But Chen Dahong misunderstood and thought his son was cheering him up.
"Don't worry, son, these little bastards can't do anything to your father!" Chen Dahong laughed boldly.
"Woooooo!" Chen Dong shouted to Sanzi and others again, telling them to run away and not fight their father.
But Sanzi and others also misunderstood, thinking that Chen Dong was begging them to let their father go.
"It's useless, we will beat your father to death today!" The purple-haired man took the lead, rushed in front of Chen Dahong and punched him.
Chen Dahong first kicked Sanzi out, and then punched the purple-haired man on the nose. The purple-haired man flew out. This time, his nose stopped bleeding, because the whole nose was blooming.
Others rushed forward.
Chen Dahong refused to dodge and waved his fists as big as casseroles...
Although Chen Dong had a ball of rag stuffed in his mouth, he still let out a long sigh in his heart.
He knew that Sanzi and others were all doomed.
Because he knows his father's fighting ability too, too, too well.
The invincible opponent in Guyang Town is like Lu Zhishen back then. It's really not a joke...
Chen Dong felt a little sorry for Sanzi and the others, and couldn't help but close his eyes, not wanting to see their miserable appearance.
"Bang bang bang bang bang" and shrill screams continued to sound, occasionally mixed with the sound of some bones breaking. In less than a minute, the whole world fell silent.
Chen Dong opened his eyes.
Sure enough, Sanzi and others were lying on the ground staggering, some with blood coming from their mouths and noses, some with a big bruise on their faces, some with their whole bodies pressed against the wall, some with their heads on the ground and their feet in the sky...
…
Alas, I have long advised the third son not to call his father.
Why bother? This is.
The sound of footsteps sounded, and Chen Dahong walked towards the third son.
The third son was only kicked by Chen Dahong, but he was still lying on the ground unable to move, his face as white as paper.
Of course he had seen the scene just now.
He swore that except for the "God of War" from Tiannan Group, he had never seen such a terrifying person before!
Chen Dahong walked up to Sanzi, squatted down, grabbed Sanzi's hair and asked: "You agreed to give me five thousand yuan, why don't you keep your words?"