Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

After a few glasses of wine, Wang Zhaomou subconsciously felt that something bad was going to happen. When he woke up again, a faint smell of durian lingered on the tip of his nose, and Lao Qi sat on the co-pilot with his head leaning over.

"Boss, are you awake?"

Wang Zhaomou frowned and pinched the center of his eyebrows.

It seemed that something happened just now, it was very noisy, but I didn't have any impression.

Wang Zhaomou felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach because he didn't eat anything before drinking, and felt that his breath was full of alcohol.

and many more.

Wang Zhaomou suddenly realized, looked up and smelled, and indeed smelled a durian smell in the car.

"What did I do?" Wang Zhaomou felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

The tragedy three years ago reminded Wang Zhaomou to stay away from alcohol all the time, but he was too depressed before, and the bartender didn't know his situation, so he showed off his skills in mixing drinks one by one, causing him to drink a piece directly.

"That..." Lao Qi hesitated to speak, "Anyway, don't worry, no one will say it."

Lao Qi didn't say anything, saying that what happened might be worse than three years ago.

Wang Zhaomou took a deep breath, calmed down, and lowered his head to observe his situation.

The clothes are in good condition, but there are two gray spots on the knees of the suit trousers, and there are also his own face... Wang Zhaomou saw his eyes in the rearview mirror, the end of the eyes was slightly flushed, and the eyelashes were slightly wet.

"Who did I kneel to?" Guessing the general outline of the matter, Wang Zhaomou tried to calm his tone.

"It's a fruit seller." Old Qi smiled coyly, "Blame me, blame me for not taking you seriously."

The fruit boy?Wang Zhaomou thought for a long time, and the memory that was originally vague became clearer little by little.

I was full of thoughts that the Wang family would go bankrupt and that I would die miserably, but in a trance, I suddenly saw a man standing opposite him with a knife in his hand, who looked like the overlord of the Leng family.

The desire to survive broke out in an instant while he was drunk, Wang Zhaomou remembered that he hugged the man's leg tightly, and cried sadly, "Mr. Leng, it's not cold today, please, buy me!"

After recalling, Wang Zhaomou lowered his head little by little.

"It's okay, boss." Seeing this, Lao Qi tried to comfort his boss, "At that time, there were only a dozen or so people who saw this scene, and it was much better than last time."

Wang Zhaomou remained silent, unable to raise his head even more.

When a person reaches middle age, he will not be guaranteed at the end of the festival.

Is it just for the shame of being reborn?

"I've already asked about the boy you hugged tightly. He's not injured and won't trouble you." Old Qi seemed to be thinking of something, and changed the subject, "That child is young, and he still has a back on his back. with a child.

Earlier, you asked me to pay attention to a one-year-old child named Leng Ye, who also happened to be one year old, but his name was not Leng Ye, but Ji Dabao. "

"Ji... Dabao?" Wang Zhaomou frowned slightly, combined with his vague memory of being drunk before, he noticed something strange.

"Stand aside, turn around." Wang Zhaomou broke his mouth decisively, resting his forehead with one hand, "I have to go back and take a look."

"Boss, Master Zhaoyun is still waiting for you at school..." Lao Qi still hesitated, but the driver had already obeyed the order to turn around.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Lao Qi was full of doubts, such a fatal scene, why did the boss go back, and that child named Leng Ye, why is it so important?

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"Today, my ass was really pierced with a knife, and my eyes were opened." Uncle Yu looked at Ji Lianhuo who lowered his head and placed the fruit, and couldn't help but sigh.

The young master rushed over from the other side of the road so frightened that Uncle Yu almost jumped up. In a blink of an eye, he saw the young man hugging Ji Lianhuo's leg, crying sadly, and saying something like "acquisition".

Uncle Yu let out a long sigh.

It's not easy for rich people.

See what it's like to push the child into.

Hearing Uncle Yu's sigh, Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips tightly, his eyes sparkled, and even Ji Dabao, who was lying behind Ji Lianhuo's back, clearly felt his uncle's joy.

That's right, since the death of his parents, no one seems to have approached my uncle so intimately, except for me, the oil bottle.

Ji Dabao propped his face up with his small hands, thinking seriously, his eyes rolled over and over again.

I did meet the young man just now, more than once, but only after 20 years.

The last time I saw him was in the financial news newspaper, Ji Dabao still remembered the headline of that news.

[Wang's Group went bankrupt and liquidated, and was insolvent. The actual controller was once rated as an "Outstanding Entrepreneur". 】

The picture in the newspaper at that time was just a picture of the man when he was rated as an "Outstanding Entrepreneur".

At that time, Ji Dabao didn't pay attention to the development of the matter, and he didn't have time to care about the ending of the man, because the marriage partner arranged by his uncle had already lived in his villa, and he was still playing tricks to get him.

Oh, woman.

Ji Dabao raised his head arrogantly, until his neck was sore and tired, and then slowly retracted.

The sky is getting dark, and the vitality of this street is slowly gathering. Young men and women are talking and laughing, calling for friends to relax together.

At that time, the house price in Sioux City was only 20 square meters, and the pressure on the young people was actually much less than [-] years later.

Ji Dabao was thinking about how to make a fortune. After thinking for a while, he suddenly realized that his uncle had been sitting on the cart before, and he hadn't moved for a long time.

Ji Dabao poked his head with difficulty, grabbed Ji Lianhuo's shoulder, and managed to see his uncle's ecstatic expression.

Ji Dabao has never seen this kind of appearance on Ji Lianhuo. He only remembers that in the next five years, almost all the edges and corners of Ji Lianhuo were smoothed out. expression.

The grandfather of the Leng family also thought about finding a companion for my uncle, but unfortunately my uncle never had such an idea, and he was very vigilant against anyone.

Not to mention his partner, since Uncle Yu passed away, he didn't even have any friends who could talk to him.

Just as Ji Dabao was feeling emotional, he vaguely heard a few obscenities coming from the front, and when he took a closer look, the hairs all over his body stood on end!

Seven or eight hooligans surrounded a small stall and groped the stall owner's daughter. The stall owner almost cried aloud, quickly took out the money, and stuffed it into the hands of the gang leader.

Ji Dabao was stiff all over. He had seen this scene before. In a few minutes, these gangsters would notice Ji Lianhuo, and then all the suffering began.

Those goddamn little bastards, who can't beat Ji Lianhuo head-on, will deliberately attack themselves, hitting a child who has just turned one year old with a stick on the head. In order to protect himself, Ji Lianhuo can only lie on the ground and protect him tightly. Use your body to block their attacks.

When Ji Lianhuo's bone was broken, he would make a "click". Ji Dabao didn't want to hear it again, and really didn't want to experience it again!

"Ah, woohoo!" Ji Dabao quickly patted Ji Lianhuo with his hand, just as Ji Lianhuo came back from his memory, he saw the gangsters walking towards him at a glance.

That's too late!

Ji Dabao shouted anxiously.

Run!

"Ah, I almost forgot to pay today's protection fee." Uncle Yu walked forward tremblingly, and slowly took out the money from his arms. guy.

Looking at the person coming, Ji Lianhuo's face darkened, he got up slowly, glanced at Uncle Yu who fell to the ground, shook the hand hanging by his side, and resisted not going forward to help.

"You boy, you are so brave, you dare to set up a stall here!" The leader's eyes were full of anger, and he subconsciously touched his forehead.

This kid was too ruthless, and it seemed like he was desperate for a fight. There were five people on my side, but he couldn't beat him alone!

In the last fight, if the opponent held a knife like me, I'm afraid the grass on the grave would be half a foot high.

"Last time, you were lucky! This time I have to let you learn who is the boss of this area!"

The leading gangster glanced at his younger brother, and the younger brother also looked at his boss.

"Go!" The leading gangster kicked the younger brother's ass, "Stupid as a donkey!"

Ji Lianhuo's eyes darkened, he picked up the stick on the cart, aimed at the oncoming gangster, pointed the stick at the nose and backhanded it.

The little gangster suddenly had a nosebleed, rolled his eyes and passed out, the leader took a look, gritted his teeth in hatred, "Let's go together!"

Only then did the gangsters come to their senses, and stepped forward to surround Ji Lianhuo. Ji Lianhuo stared closely at the people in front of him, dodged flexibly, and quickly swung his sticks to beat the opponent's joints and abdomen, but he didn't lose the wind.

Seeing the little brother being whipped and screaming, the leader of the gangster stood aside, and saw the child covering his head with his hands behind his back, his eyes lit up, "You guys are stupid, you didn't see that he was carrying a little one on his back, beating the little one!" ah!"

The gangsters hesitated a little, but someone had already made a move. Even after dodging for a while, a sap was still brushed against Ji Dabao's head. Ji Lianhuo turned pale, and quickly untied the straps on his body, protecting the child on his chest.

The other party is not a good person who waits for your skills to cool down. Ji Lianhuo has been beaten several times when he untied his straps, and the stick for self-protection has also come off his hand.

Ji Dabao looked desperately at the chaos. Ji Lianhuo lay on the ground, firmly protecting himself between the ground and his body.

The sound of the stick hitting Ji Lianhuo's body was muffled and heavy. Ji Dabao couldn't help but burst into tears, crying hoarsely.

"Weren't you good at fighting before!" The gangster saw that the situation was under control, so he picked up his stick and stepped forward with a smirk, "Tell me about you, how good it is to pay the protection fee honestly at the beginning, if you insist on getting yourself life!"

Ji Lianhuo said nothing, and none of the vendors around dared to step forward.

"Today, I will set rules against you!" The leader of the gangster slowly raised his stick and pointed it at the boy's leg.

"Don't!" Uncle Yu burst into tears, struggling to go forward, but the vendor who helped him up grabbed him tightly with a nervous expression on his face.

"Master, don't, think about your son!"

Many people turned their heads. The stall owner who had been charged protection money before slowly raised his hand to cover his daughter's eyes.

One second, two seconds, but the expected sound did not come, instead it was an emergency brake, and the piercing screech of the tires rubbing against the ground.

"Fuck!" The leader of the gangster was bumped straight towards him, and he rolled around before stopping. The other gangsters immediately stepped forward and quickly helped the boss up.

The sudden change made everyone unresponsive, and the surrounding area was silent. Uncle Yu looked at the vehicle that caused the accident with a pure black paint surface like a mirror, and his expression became a little bit excited.

No longer being beaten with sticks, Ji Lianhuo slowly raised his head, seeing the familiar car, he felt like he was dreaming.

The car door opened, and a shiny black leather shoe stepped on the ground, leading out a young man in a suit and leather shoes.

"Yes, there are people here gathering people to fight in public places." The young man held a mobile phone in his hand, his delicate face was completely drunk, and his expression was serious, "Please call the police as soon as possible."

As if he didn't pay attention to the gangsters, the young man lowered his body to check the boy's situation.

"Are you ok?"

Ji Lianhuo stared blankly at the person in front of him. After the dust around him fell, what came to him was only the faint smell of alcohol on his body, and a clear and clean fragrance.

"Who the hell are you! How dare you ruin my business!" The leader of the gangster was furious, obviously revenge was close at hand, but he was thrown into the air by this man!

Wang Zhaomou got up slowly, looked at the gangster with a face full of flesh and blood, raised his hand to support the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, raised his chin slightly, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The Wang family, Wang Zhaomou."