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.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Sanzi blocked Chen Dahong's way.

"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.
To be continued...