Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

Zhang Dabao saw Wang Peng, who was obviously drunk, cursing and moving forward step by step. It seemed like he wanted to hit someone. That was great.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you scold me? You really deserve a beating!" Zhang Dabao took a step forward and punched Wang Peng in the face with a straight punch, causing Wang Peng's nose to bleed and stars in his eyes.

"How dare you hit me?" Wang Peng covered his face, unable to believe it was true.

"I'm going to hit you, you bastard!" Zhang Dabao punched Wang Peng twice in the face, knocking him to the ground. Wang Peng rolled back and forth on the ground, covering his face and screaming in pain. It seemed that he was beaten badly.

Wang Peng's friends had already reacted by now. The two guards at the door also came over and surrounded Zhang Dabao. "Boy, you dare to fight here, do you know whose place this is?" The leader stood in the front.

"I know your mother, get out of here." Zhang Dabao shook his body and pretended to vomit twice.

"This kid is too stubborn. Can you brothers help him loosen his bones?" said the leader.

Everyone surrounded Zhang Dabao and started fighting, so they were knocked to the ground by Zhang Dabao's straight punches, hooks, side kicks and front kicks. During the fight, Zhang Dabao put aside the small bag of foreign liquor in his hand, and deliberately put it a little far away for fear that it would be damaged.

When all the boys in the yard were knocked down and only a group of girls were left screaming in fear, Zhang Dabao staggered out of the yard again.

"Brother Hao, Han Ming just left like that, should we chase him?" a younger brother asked the leader.

"Can we beat him if we catch up with him? Let all the women go now. Xiaojun, you go call the police and say someone is causing trouble here and beat us up. Tell them to hurry up. To put it more seriously, there is a small bag left by that person. It's evidence," said the leader.

"Okay," Xiaojun limped out, and the girls also listened to Brother Hao and left.

The night in late September was already a bit cold. Han Ming woke up after a while in the alley. He felt a headache and was a little confused. Did I drink today? Who did I drink with? But why did my body hurt even more? And there was dirt all over my clothes. Han Ming stood up by himself, holding on to the wall, took two steps forward, and saw his bicycle at the entrance of the alley.

Holding the handlebars of the bicycle, Han Ming took a breath and found that the foreign wine on the bicycle was gone. He still smelled of alcohol. It seemed that he was robbed by a drunk. He didn't rob the bicycle, but the wine. The damn bastard knew that the wine was expensive. Han Ming thought, if he wasn't a drunk, who would do such a thing?

Without the foreign liquor, Wang Peng would definitely dislike me. Who made my father's position low? Forget it, I felt that I drank a lot. Did I drink the foreign liquor? And then I fell? I couldn't remember anything. After thinking for a while, Han Ming didn't want to play with these people anymore. His body was too painful, so he decided to go home and rest.

Han Ming pushed his bicycle towards the staff quarters of the Ministry of Machinery Industry. He really couldn't ride the bicycle, and he couldn't lift his head. His neck hurt badly, and he felt as if half of his body had been beaten severely. It was so painful.

Zhengjia Hutong is very close to the police station, less than one thousand meters away. Xiaojun, as one of the troublemakers here, naturally knows these policemen and often deals with them.

He saw that the person on duty was the deputy director of the police station, Xiong Rongguang. After he came in, he said, "Brother Xiong, go and take a look. Someone is committing a crime. Wang Peng, who lives at Deputy Minister Wang's home, is almost dying," Xiaojun said anxiously.

"Xiaojun, is there such a thing? I'll call a few brothers," Xiong Rongguang said.

"Brother Xiong, Brother Hao's yard is at No. 8, Zhengjia Hutong. Brother Hao was also hit several times. You go and take a look. Send someone to take him to the hospital. I'll call a doctor." Xiaojun said and left the police station. Xiong Rongguang asked a young man to go with Xiaojun.

Xiong Rongguang became anxious when he heard Xiaojun's words. Not only had the deputy minister's son been beaten and was almost dying, but the minister's child had also been beaten. He took five people and pedaled his bicycle all the way to No. 8 Zhengjia Hutong.

"Yu Hao, what's going on?" Xiong Rongguang came to the yard and saw several people lying in the yard. The owner of the house, Yu Hao, was also sitting on the ground with messy hair and a bleeding nose. It seemed that he had indeed been beaten.

"Brother Xiong, our brothers were beaten today, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you," Yu Hao said with a wry smile.

"Who beat you? Is he someone we know? How many people were there? Why did they beat you like this?" Xiong Rongguang asked several questions.

"I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. There was only one man, but he beat us like this. The man who beat him is called Han Ming. He is the third son of Han Cheng, deputy director of the Metallurgical Bureau of the Ministry of Machinery Industry. We are not acquaintances, but we know each other," said Yu Hao.

"No, why did Han Ming hit you?" Xiong Rongguang naturally knew Han Ming.

"Who knew? He and Wang Peng said they wanted to bring some foreign wine to play together. You know Wang Peng is young and they are from the same courtyard, so it was hard to refuse, so we agreed. Unexpectedly, Han Ming came into the courtyard and beat Wang Peng first. The one holding his head is Wang Peng. When we brothers saw Han Ming beating Wang Peng, we went over to persuade him, but we didn't expect Han Ming to beat us all. I really embarrassed myself this time," said Yu Hao.

"He's alone? Is it really Han Ming?" Xiong Rongguang still had some doubts.

"It's really Han Ming who is alone. So many brothers are watching us. You can take a separate statement. Wang Peng is in the same courtyard with him and meets him every day. How could he admit his mistake? I know Deputy Director Han is not someone you want to mess with. Brother Xiong, if you are afraid, we will never say anything else. I will go to the Ministry of Public Security tomorrow. I don't believe that there is no place for reason in this world?" Yu Hao was unhappy when he saw that Xiong Rongguang was a little hesitant.

"That's not what I meant. I don't know Han Ming. Brother, come with me. I'm going to the compound of the Ministry of Machinery Industry," said Xiong Rongguang.

"Let me go. Han Ming just punched me in the stomach twice. I was in so much pain that I couldn't stand up. I feel better now," said a young man as he stood up, but he was still bent over.

"Okay, Qiulai, you and Brother Xiong go for a trip," said Yu Hao.

Xiong Rongguang and his group of six rode towards the Ministry of Machinery Industry's staff quarters. When they were almost at their destination, a white figure appeared on the street ahead, pushing a bicycle forward.

He was wearing a white shirt, black pants, and Liberation shoes. One could smell the alcohol on him from ten meters away. "Director Xiong, the person in front is Han Ming," said Zhao Qiulai, sitting on the back seat of a bicycle.

"Can you recognize it from such a distance?" Xiong Rongguang asked.

"He beat me so hard, would I be able to recognize him even if he turned into ashes?" Zhao Qiu said.

"Han Ming" Xiong Rongguang and others stopped in front of Han Ming and called his name.

"What for?" Han Ming was in pain all over, very tired, and in a bad mood, so he was very unhappy when several people stopped him.

"What's going on, Han Ming, where are you from?" Xiong Rongguang asked.

"What the hell is it to you?" Han Ming asked directly.

"Did you go to Zhengjia Hutong?" another policeman asked.

"What does it have to do with you whether I go there or not? Are you sick? Can't you see that I'm not feeling well? I have a headache and body pain now. I need to go home and rest," Han Ming said, pointing to the dirt on his body.