Siheyuan: Say no to widows! Restart your life

under night.

End of a busy day.

The happy figure walked forward, thinking about what happened during this period, the whole person felt a sense of euphoria. Since resigning from Sha Zhu, he accepted the olive branch thrown by Qin Huairu.

It's like a dragon returning to the sea and a tiger returning to the mountains.

Happy and comfortable.

Thinking of the general meeting held in their courtyard some time ago, the smile on his face became even wider. The meeting established the status of the three managers, and at the same time the two shops were also protected.

Once the mall is built, there will be a steady stream of money every day when you sleep. This is much better than working hard for Shazhu.

Being exploited by others.

It's not as satisfying as being the master of your own house.

The more he thought about it, the happier he became. The more he thought about it, the lighter his steps became. When he thought about something happy, he couldn't help but hum a cheerful tune. If Sha Zhu could do it, why couldn't others do it? What right did he have to stop him?

Who says he is the only one who can get rich?

After figuring this out.

No more burden in my heart.

It doesn't matter if the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it is a good cat. Make money and get rich based on your own ability, and no one owes anyone anything.

"Fatty! Stop right there and eat your xenophobic food." An angry voice rang out, interrupting the messy thoughts in my mind in a very rude way.

Look up.

This feeling of being overwhelmed by the weight of a mountain.

I saw three people standing in a row at the intersection of the road that I had to pass through.

Then look in other directions.

There were people standing at every corner.

"Who is betraying our own people? The road is wide and we each go our own way. We should keep our own business and not interfere with each other..." The fat man spoke incoherently.

I don't know why I feel guilty.

On second thought, it seems that the one who feels guilty should be Sha Zhu.

Not myself...

His expression then eased a little.

"Has your conscience been eaten by a dog? Even if you feed a dog, it will know to wag its tail and beg for mercy. What have you done? If it weren't for the master, you would have starved to death long ago. How come you still have the energy to jump around here? It would be fine if you are not grateful, but you actually do something? If I don't teach you a lesson, you will think we are made of clay." Ma Hua said angrily.

Can't figure it out.

How could a normal person be so cruel and insane?

I have only heard the story of the farmer and the snake before.

Now really see.

"Enough! Have you said enough?" Hearing these words, the fat man flew into a rage. He thought of what had happened over the years, and the scenes came flooding back to his mind.

Originally he felt a little afraid and guilty, but now it was different. He only felt endless anger.

"Conscience! What is conscience?"

"Pooh!"

"What kind of person is Shazhu? Why should I be grateful to him?"

"He said that if it weren't for his cooking skills, I would have starved to death. Is that really true? He always kept a secret when teaching us. Can we cook authentic Tan family dishes?"

"If you want to help someone, you should help them to the end."

"Is a person like him worthy of our wholehearted following?"

He paused here, and his voice suddenly rose, his tone became particularly stern. He let out all his frustrations and grievances: "Let's not talk about the distant past, let's talk about the recent past. During this period of time, each of you has made a lot of money, and your hands have cramped from counting money."

“Do I need to describe how booming the business is?”

“How much money passes through my hands every day?”

"My efforts and benefits are totally disproportionate. Why can I sleep every day and get a steady stream of money, while I work for him and only get a meager income?"

"Does he consider me his apprentice?"

"What is he?"

"People go to higher places, water flows to lower places. I am doing things that are natural. If I am not welcome here, I will find another place. He is unwilling to give me a raise. What if I change jobs or move to another place?"

"What kind of master-disciple relationship is this?"

“It’s the funniest thing in the world.”

"Because he never cared about my feelings, never stood in my shoes and thought about me. He plucked a hair, which was thicker than my thigh. Wouldn't it be good to give him a little more money? Is it a difficult thing to do?"

“You will never know how much benefit I have gained.”

"Don't think that you are living a prosperous life now. Once our mall is established, I will earn back a thousand times the amount of what Shazhu is unwilling to give."

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The more I talk, the more I feel I am right.

The more you talk, the more confident you become.

Listening to this set of fallacies, Ma Hua suddenly laughed out loud. Some time ago, when chatting, his master once said that human hearts are greedy and can never be satisfied.

Now it seems that we are talking about fat people.

"Teaching the apprentice will make the master starve to death, so it has been normal in all dynasties to hold back when teaching the apprentice. Why is it abnormal when it comes to you?"

"Without this skill, you would have starved to death long ago."

"I asked you to pay for the shop, but you didn't want to. Considering the master-disciple relationship between you and him, I asked you to come and help him with the work."

"Seeing that we are making money, he is jealous..."

"You are unwilling to take risks, unwilling to take some principal, but you are dreaming of guaranteed income. Don't you think it's funny? Is this something a normal person can say?"

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Ma Hua was amused by him.

It turns out that specious arguments can be elevated to such a level.

The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He clenched his fists and his veins popped out. It was meaningless and useless to just preach to such a person.

"You guys have made money, so it's easy for you to talk without any worries. Has anyone ever thought about me? Who has ever cared about my interests? In fact, when it comes down to it, making money is just like that. If you can do it, why can't I? Not only do I want to do it, I will do it better and take away all your business..." The fat man yelled at the top of his voice, looking a little hideous in the dark night.

Ma Hua said nothing more, raised his fist and went forward: "As long as no one dies, beat me to death..."

"kill him!"

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The people around had been holding back their anger for a long time. When they heard the words "stealing business", their eyes were already red. They watched Ma Hua rush over and take action immediately, venting all their anger.

I've seen shameless people.

I've never seen anyone so shameless.

"Stop! I'm not done with you, not done..."

"Which bastard actually hit me in the face? Do you want me to go out and meet people? Don't come over here, don't come over here, I will fight you."

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The fat man screamed heartbreakingly during the beatings and kicks. At first, he could still say a few tough words, but gradually he softened. He could only squat on the ground, holding his head with both hands to protect the most critical parts.

What a pig brain.

I didn't think carefully about the character of the Ma Hua people.

When I get home, I will never take this road again.

Try to go to crowded places.