Evil Hero

So, Zhang Yang planned to go and see the situation in person. If he could give up part of the benefits to Gao's Group, why not? Anyway, there were no outsiders. However, if he delayed his integration of rare earth mines because of opening his mouth to Gao's Group, he would have to talk to his father-in-law.

Gao Yali was afraid that her father would scold her for being devoted to her husband and forgetting her parents, so she refused to do it herself. No one else could do it, so Zhang Yang had to go and deal with it in person.

When taking off from Nansha, the sun was still scorching, but when he got off the plane in Nanyue, he found that the sky was drizzling. When Zhang Yang left the airport, it had turned into a downpour. The weather in summer is changeable, so there is nothing strange about it. It's just that Zhang Yang didn't expect it to rain at this time when he went out, and he didn't bring a raincoat or umbrella. In such heavy rain, even the short distance of more than 20 steps from the terminal hall to the roadside to take a taxi would make his whole body wet.

Helplessly, Zhang Yang had to sit in the terminal hall and wait until the rain was a little lighter. He bought an umbrella in the store in the terminal hall, held it up on the road, and hailed a taxi to take him to the train station.

After entering the station, he asked and found out that there would be a train passing through Pingyuan in more than ten minutes. He hurriedly bought a train ticket and boarded the train to Pingyuan.

Zhang Yang regretted it a little when he got on the train. He should not have taken the train if he had known earlier. Not to mention the crowds, the smell inside was unbearable. Originally, I thought that the distance from Nanyue to Pingyuan was not far, and it would be a bit of a waste of talent if I used teleportation, but this train was really not that easy to make.

Fortunately, Nanyue was the starting station, and Zhang Yang's ticket still had a seat, which was better than standing all the way. But even so, after more than four or three hours of running around, when Zhang Yang got off the train in Pingyuan, he still had a deep feeling of liberation. He wasn't tired, but the smell was getting stronger and stronger. If he didn't get off the bus, Zhang Yang would vomit in the car.

It seemed that he had been enjoying himself for the past two years and couldn't bear even this little sin.

After leaving the station, Zhang Yang walked forward slowly by himself. Several women holding paper signs with "accommodation" and "hotel" in their hands surrounded him and praised their convenient location and clean rooms. Two of them, perhaps because they saw Zhang Yang's handsome appearance, simply reached out to pull Zhang Yang and insisted that he follow them to stay.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel disgusted and kept saying that he didn't stay in the hotel at all, but those women still surrounded him tightly and moved slowly with him.

Just when Zhang Yang was annoyed, he suddenly felt that his body was touched by someone. Zhang Yang didn't care at the time. He walked forward three or four steps and then touched his pocket subconsciously. This touch made Zhang Yang realize that the person who touched him just now turned out to be a thief. Zhang Yang's mobile phone and wallet in his pocket were gone.

Zhang Yang pushed the women away in anger, turned around and looked around carefully, thinking that this was a joke, someone actually dared to steal his things, and succeeded so smoothly, it seems that this thief is also a good hand.

After a quick glance, Zhang Yang turned around and walked towards a middle-aged man who was walking in the opposite direction behind him. Now the distance between the two people was only a dozen steps away, and the man was walking slowly in front of Zhang Yang. In three or two quick steps, Zhang Yang had come behind the man, stretched out his hand and gently patted the man's shoulder, and smiled softly: "Hand over my things."

The man was stunned and said: "Your things, your things, why do you want me to have them?"

Zhang Yang sneered: "It seems that you won't cry until you see the coffin, take it out quickly, I don't have the hobby of being a good citizen, but if you are really not good, don't blame me for calling the police."

He said this because he thought that as long as the man took out his wallet and mobile phone, it would be fine, and he didn't have the hobby of catching thieves. But the middle-aged man was not happy. When he saw that someone was going to call the police in Yangshuo, he immediately glared at him: "Are you looking for trouble? You still want to call the police? Just call them. The police are not your uncles."

As he spoke, several people pushing tricycles, handing out flyers, and selling small accessories all surrounded him, pointing at Zhang Yang and shouting: "You look so cool even though you are young. Why are you stopping people from leaving?"

Zhang Yang immediately understood that these people were in the same group. They relied on their numbers to bully countless people here.

Zhang Yang had also heard that there are still many people doing this "business" in long-distance bus stations and train stations in some cities. They are all gangsters who rely on being close to home and familiar with the terrain to bully outsiders. However, Zhang Yang had heard about it, but this was the first time he had seen it.

"This man stole my mobile phone and wallet." Zhang Yang said as he looked at the people who surrounded him. He wanted to see what those people would do if he said that.

"Stole your wallet? Did you catch him on the spot or someone can testify for you?" A man came up and pushed Zhang Yang, asking viciously.

"I didn't catch him on the spot, and no one testified for me, but my wallet was on him. Let the police search and they will know."

The man who stole the wallet grinned: "Young man, don't blame me for scolding you. You are still a little naive to blackmail people. Take a look--" As he spoke, he took out a wallet and a mobile phone from his body. Zhang Yang could tell at a glance that the wallet and the mobile phone were his.

He opened his wallet, and pulled out a bunch of colorful banknotes with great pride. He counted them in his hand, and then smiled and said to Zhang Yang: "Look, this is my money, a total of 3,473.60 yuan. Oh, there are a few bank cards here, let me see, there are Bank of China, Construction Bank, Industrial and Commercial Bank of China - Damn, what are these?" He turned his head and asked the people around him, and they looked at the cards in his hand and shook their heads.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but laugh: "It's from Standard Chartered Bank, and there is also a card from Swiss Bank and Citibank. Do you want me to tell you the password?"

"Well, you are sensible. Tell me, what is the password?" When these people heard that most of this guy's bank cards were from foreign banks, they were really a little tempted. Several people surrounded Zhang Yang and seemed to be very close from the outside, but in fact, there was greed in their eyes.

Zhang Yang laughed all of a sudden. If someone really didn't know how to die, then everything would be easy to talk about.

This book was first published on Kanshuwang