Personal security

Chapter 4: Kowtow and pay homage(

With a "boom", Li Dajun's foot touched the ground next to Ye Chun's body, and the whole earth seemed to be trembling. "You dare to stop me? Did you help him without scolding you?" Li Dajun turned around, his big fist already directed towards Zhao Jianhui's face.

"Hey..." Why does this guy look like a dick? Zhao Jianhui reached out and grasped Li Dajun's fist and twisted it hard. Li Dajun already screamed and bent down. "Oh, you are so strong, no, it doesn't count this time." Just as Zhao Jianhui let go of his hand, Li Dajun straightened up, glared at him and punched him again.

Zhao Jianhui lowered his body, leaned into Li Dajun's arms, grabbed Li Dajun's fist, straightened his waist and held Li Dajun on his shoulders. Zhao Jianhui spun twice on the ground and threw Li Dajun, who weighed nearly 200 kilograms, with a shake of his shoulders: "I said, are you still finished? I was just afraid that you would trample him to death, so why did you help him? "

"Boy, I haven't lost a fight since I was a kid. No, I don't care what your reasons are. Let's do it again." Li Dajun said, patted the dirt on his body, jumped up and kicked Zhao Jianhui.

Zhao Jianhui stepped sideways and punched Li Dajun directly in the stomach with a lunge. Just as Li Dajun was about to get out of the way, he suddenly felt as if his stomach was being hit by a heavy hammer. He couldn't stand on his legs. He stepped back seven or eight steps in succession, holding his stomach and bending over, raising his head and staring. Zhao Jianhui was breathing heavily.

"How about it? Come back if you are not convinced." Zhao Jianhui raised his fingers at him. Li Dajun raised a hand and waved: "Mom, I can't beat you, so I won't fight."

"Aren't you going to fight? Why don't you leave?" Zhao Jianhui walked into the duty room and took out the backpacks of the two of them. "Hey, do you know martial arts? You have to teach me..."

Seeing Zhao Jianhui walking out of the gate of the construction site carrying two backpacks, Li Dajun chased after him and shouted. "Teach you? You have to kowtow and worship the master."

"Would you like me to treat you to a meal when you enter the city?" Li Dajun shouted from behind.

"Come on Heizi, why do you get such a tan? Your face looks like an African chicken?"

"My name is not Heizi, my name is Li Dajun."

"If you want me to teach you kung fu, I will call you Heizi from now on."

Damn, you’re not fair even if I’m bad, right? Just be a black man, as long as you can learn the skills.

The weather in the Yellow Sea in May is already quite warm. A dazzling golden light shines on the glass, a little hot and a little dazzling.

This is a high-end apartment community in the city. The doorman's duty room is close to the doorpost on the east side of the community gate. The door and window of the duty room face the western sun.

Salala's blind tone came from the intercom on the table. Zhao Jianhui sat idle on the chair inside the window. He slowly reached out and twisted the button to minimize the extremely annoying sound of the intercom.

Suddenly, "Heizi" behind him stabbed him hard with his elbow. Zhao Jianhui turned his head in dissatisfaction, only to see Heizi "point" outward with his chin. He looked in the direction pointed by his chin, and behind him Under the bright sunset, a woman wearing a milk-white silk long-sleeved shirt and a gray-black suit and short skirt turned through the elegant gate of the community. Her flesh-colored stockings floated before Zhao Jianhui's eyes like brilliant flowers.

Even though Zhao Jianhui has been working as a security guard in this community for less than three months, he can almost distinguish all the owners just by the sound of their footsteps with his eyes closed. This woman had never been here before. This was the first time she appeared in this luxurious community, and the first time she appeared in front of Zhao Jianhui.

"Heizi, this woman is very smart. I'll follow you in and take a look." Zhao Jianhui said to the security guard who just elbowed him, picked up the rubber stick on the table and walked out of the duty room. Behind him, Heizi cursed dissatisfiedly: "Damn it, you are not fair even if I'm bad. Damn, why don't you want to take a second look at someone's beauty? These days, why can't such a handsome girl make money? Do you have to be a thief?"