Siheyuan: Starting from a Truck Driver

A few ticket scalpers huddled in the shadows on the roadside waiting for customers.

Business is slow today, no one has come for a long time, and the ticket sellers have to hide in the corner to avoid the wind.

A ticket seller who knew He Wei whispered, "Old He, I heard you lost hundreds of tickets."

He Wei took out a pack of Daqianmen and distributed it to everyone one by one. He also lit one for himself and said with a chuckle, "Look, why don't you guys wish me the best? It wasn't me who was robbed, it was Fatty Yu's ticket that was robbed."

The older ticket seller said, "Hey, Weizi, there's something else behind what you said! Are you not following Fatty Yu anymore?"

He Wei curled his lips and said, "What's the point of following him? He only gives me 20 yuan out of every 100 yuan he earns. When will I ever make a fortune? It's better to work on my own."

...

The story about He Wei has caused heated discussion among ticket sellers.

Their circle is small, and they usually trade tickets and exchange information with each other, so they are familiar with each other.

The old man frowned and said, "He Wei, Fatty Yu has been very kind to you. You can't be ungrateful!"

He Wei responded contemptuously: "Listen to what you said. If it weren't for Fatty Yu's rescue, I would have died long ago. But I have earned so much for him, the debt of love has been repaid long ago, and I should enjoy my life now."

The old man spat with disdain: "Young people nowadays are so forgetful that they don't even understand the principle of 'once a teacher, always a father'."

He Wei was dissatisfied, took a deep puff of cigarette and blew out a circle of smoke: "Why, the Qing Dynasty is over, you are still talking about these old things. Let me tell you, nowadays, what matters is that if people don't do things for themselves, heaven will not tolerate it!"

"People like you will get your retribution sooner or later!" The old man stomped his feet in anger, turned around and left, unwilling to get entangled with He Wei anymore.

Although they despised He Wei's character, the ticket scalpers did not delve into it further as they did not want to create a grudge against him.

I just feel that what happened to the fat guy was unfair.

The fat man was usually very nice to these little brothers, but he ended up like this.

At this moment, dull footsteps suddenly came from the dark street.

He Wei was secretly delighted, and said to the ticket scalpers, "Brothers, I'm going to take action, don't steal my business."

The ticket scalpers hated him even more.

In the past, Fatty Yu rarely competed with others for business at the bird market.

When they encounter a vendor who has been unable to sell tickets for several days in a row, they sometimes choose to buy the other party's inventory at a low price.

Although each ticket is only one or two cents lower than the market price, it can still solve the urgent problem.

For some vendors, the living expenses of their entire family depend on this meager profit.

Once there are people who don’t follow the rules, I’m afraid the ticket trading market will face chaos!

In the darkness of the night, human figures gradually approached, there were about five or six of them, and this time they might really make a fortune.

He Wei was worried that his business would be taken away, so he walked over quietly.

"Sir, would you like a ticket? I have all kinds of tickets here."

Just as He Wei was feeling smug, Fatty Yu suddenly grabbed him by the collar. "You don't want the ticket, how about lending me your life?"

People at the pigeon market were all wearing masks, making it difficult to see their faces.

But the voice sounded so familiar that He Wei was panicked!

He tried to escape, but Luan Zi grabbed hold of his cotton jacket.

Although Luan Zi was not strong, his strength far exceeded that of the delicate man He Wei, and he dragged him directly into the corner.

"Hey, Xiao Luanzi, be gentle, don't damage my cotton-padded jacket. I bought it at Guomao, it cost seven or eight yuan, you can afford it..."

He Wei tried to stay calm, talking nonsense, trying to cover up everything.

Luan Zi ignored him and took him deeper into the alley, where people surrounded him.

Fatty Yu turned off the flashlight, stepped forward and slapped him, with a crisp "pop" sound.

The original words became: "Mom!"

"Don't call me mom. Even if you call me grandpa, I will teach you a lesson today!" Fatty Yu grabbed He Wei's throat, shone the flashlight into his face, and said viciously, "How dare you, kid, cheat me of my tickets? Today I will let you see how many eyes Lord Ma has."

He Wei realized that his plan was exposed and quickly begged for mercy.

"Fat brother, Fat uncle, I was wrong, really wrong. I have an old mother and hungry children to feed. I was confused for a moment. I am not a human being. Please forgive me."

It is undeniable that He Wei's acting skills are superb.

His tearful appearance made people feel pity for him and made people cry when they heard about it.

If it weren't for Li Xiaodong's reminder, Fatty Yu might have wavered.

Fatty Yu had a heart of stone and ordered coldly, "Kneel down!"

He Wei fell to his knees with a plop and kowtowed continuously, tears falling like pearls from a broken string.

He Wei was deeply worried by Fatty Yu's abnormal behavior today.

The reason why he dared to confront Fatty Yu and set up his own business was because he firmly believed that Fatty Yu was kind-hearted.

The commotion at this moment attracted the attention of other ticket scalpers.

Why was He Wei taken to a corner? Did he encounter a ticket snatching incident?

Despite He Wei's bad character, ticket scalpers realized they could not sit idly by.

If you don't help others today, they will abandon you tomorrow.

"Let's go and see what's going on."

The ticket sellers pulled out daggers and short knives from their waists and groped their way to the corner, led by the old man.

He stepped into the alley and saw He Wei kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, while a dark shadow on the opposite side was waving a big palm with extremely violent movements.

“Snap, snap… snap… snap… snap…”

Hearing the continuous crisp sounds, the old man couldn't help but touch his cheek and felt a pain.

Ouch... If this continues, won't that face be beaten into a pig's head? These people are too cruel, too much!

The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty

He immediately stepped forward to mediate, clasping his hands together and saying, "Where are you from, my dear friends? I am Ma Er from Liulichang. For your sake, please let Xiao He go this time."

After several consecutive slaps, Fatty Yu's hands began to ache, so he took this opportunity to take a break.

He turned on the flashlight and illuminated his face: "Master Ma, I, Fatty Yu, am teaching my brother a lesson. Do you want to intervene?"

Seeing that it was Fatty Yu, Ma Er's expression relaxed and he loosened his hands on his waist.

"I don't dare to call you master. It's a new era now, and we don't use that anymore. Since it involves family affairs, I won't ask." He bowed to Fatty Yu and said, "You go about your business."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The ticket scalpers also turned around and prepared to leave.

This kid He Wei really deserves a lesson!

He Wei, whose face was red from being beaten, saw that his savior had left again, and he hurriedly shouted at the top of his voice: "Master Ma, save my brother, Fatty Yu wants to kill me!"

Ma Er stopped and looked at Fatty Yu in confusion.

"Fatty, even if He Wei sets up his own company, you don't have to be so ruthless!"

Fatty Yu didn't want to make his family's dirty laundry public, but he couldn't really let He Wei go. After all, this is not the old society anymore.

His eyes rolled and he had an idea.

He walked quickly to the middle of the ticket sellers, passed out cigarettes, lit one for himself, took a deep puff, and sighed, "My brothers may not know that He Wei's case is not that simple. I asked him to deliver tickets to an old customer, but he got greedy and cheated me halfway."

"...Hiss, this is actually true." Ma Er's expression became serious after hearing this, "This is betrayal of the sect, it's extremely treasonous!"

Although the ticket sellers around knew that something big had happened to Fatty Yu, they were not aware of the details and started talking about it when they heard this.

"I was wondering why Fatty was being chased for debt a few days ago. It turns out it was because this guy betrayed you!"

"Damn it! This ungrateful person should be cut into pieces!"

"That's right, we must not have any dealings with He Wei in the future."

"If he could even cheat Fatty Yu who saved his life, what else can he not do?"

...

He Wei, who was kneeling on the ground, felt a chill in his heart.

A ticket scalper's job requires collecting and selling tickets, and he also has to watch out for street sweepers. Without the support of his friends, this path for him is doomed.

Fatty Yu wanted to destroy He Wei's reputation and make it impossible for him to gain a foothold in the ticket selling circle in Beijing.

He turned around and sneered at He Wei, "If you are a traitor to your master, you still want to stay here? There is no way."

He glanced at Pengzi who was eager to try: "Go up and show him your dung fork!"

Pengzi had been eager to try it out, rubbing his hands in preparation. At this moment, he rushed over with a dung fork in his hand: "Let me show you how powerful I am!"

The dim light sprinkled on the dung fork and reflected into He Wei's deep eyes. His pupils suddenly contracted and his muscles tensed instantly.

...

Half an hour later, He Wei, naked, arrived at the place where the bills were hidden, escorted by the fat man.

It was a small farmhouse located at the fringe of urban and rural areas.

In the widow's hot bed, he found the stolen bills.

The original bill of six hundred yuan is now in tatters with less than two hundred yuan left.

Fatty Yu stuffed the bill into his pocket and said, "He Wei, I'll spare your life. Please leave the capital as soon as possible. If I see you again, don't blame me for not being a master and disciple anymore."

He Wei understood that he had no place to stand in the capital, and was afraid of Pengzi's threat with his dung fork.

He comforted the widow with words, and after she fell asleep contentedly, he quietly put on his clothes.

He walked out of the yard cautiously, took the black donkey away, fled the capital overnight, and went to live with his relatives in Tianjin.

Looking back at the prosperous city behind him, He Wei secretly vowed that one day he would make a comeback.

Before my thoughts faded away, I heard a voice behind me saying "It will be bad for you, you bastard."

He Wei turned pale with fright and hurriedly patted the donkey's back.

The man and the donkey disappeared into the night.

...

In the early morning, birds sing happily among the flowers, some are singing to seek mates, while others are singing to fight.

Yu Li was awakened by the sound of birds singing and picked up the alarm clock on the bedside table and took a look at it.

Oops, it’s almost nine o’clock!

She nudged Li Xiaodong who was still sleeping: "Wake up, today is the third day, we have to go back home to visit."

Three days?

Li Xiaodong sat up from the bed, put on his clothes, and still looked confused.

Time flies, and the three-day wedding leave is gone in the blink of an eye.

After finally regaining the leisurely feeling of the club in my previous life, I have to face new struggles.

Especially last night, he finally persuaded Yu Li to let him relax and enjoy himself.

When we arrived at my father-in-law's house tonight, it was obvious that we couldn't live in the same room.

When Yu Li saw the smug smile on Li Xiaodong's face, she became extremely angry and gently twisted his waist.

This rugged man learned many weird tricks from Shan Xiaolin from the car team.

Lying down and swinging both whips at the same time, although it's fun, it's really embarrassing.

If Yu Haitang knew this, she would definitely make fun of her.