Reborn King of Marketing

"The day has come, where is the money?"

The leader, Scary San, held an unlit cigarette in his crooked mouth, poked Zhao Hanyun's chest with his finger, and started singing arrogantly.

"I woke up from my sleep this morning and remembered the money you still owed me. Pay back the money, my friend, pay back the money, my friend, pay back the money, pay back the money..."

Zhang Xuebing could hear clearly in the room that this guy actually adapted the episode from the Yugoslav movie "The Bridge" into a debt collection song. He was really talented.

It seems that my guess is right. These people are not seeking revenge, but Zhao Hanyun owes them a debt, perhaps a loan shark.

Since it was about money, it would be easy to solve. Zhang Xuebing decided to wait and see what happens.

At this time, Scarlet Sanyi finished singing, and he grinned, revealing his teeth that were yellowed by incense smoke, "Old Zhao, how good is my singing? Isn't it worse than the Four Heavenly Kings of Xiangjiang!"

Zhao Hanyun, who was originally tall and tall, seemed to be a head shorter at this moment. He said solemnly, "Third brother, I don't have any money at the moment. Please wait for two days. It's not easy for you to come here on a hot day. I have mung bean soup here to cool you down."

, let’s get rid of the heat first!”

"Go to Nima's mung bean soup. I ran dozens of miles under the bright sun just to drink your crappy mung bean soup. Are all your thoughts filled with urinary alkali?"

A guy next to him, with his bare chest and belly and a full face, slapped Zhao Hanyun on the back of his neck and started yelling curses.

Zhao Hanyun's face turned red with anger, and veins popped out on his forehead, but he did not dare to get angry and could only swallow his anger and laugh along with him.

Looking at Zhang Xuebing from a distance, he felt sad for him.

"Grace for a few days. Some time ago, there was a regular customer from the south who planned to buy some breeding dogs from me. When the money arrives, I will pay it back to the third brother first..."

Before he could finish speaking, Scar San spat fiercely and spit the cigarette butts in his mouth on Zhao Hanyun's shoes, "For days and days and days, you really think I'm easy to fool. If I can't get the money today,

Do I still have the nerve to go back?"

Zhao Hanyun's smile was uglier than eating bitter melon, "I really have no money now. I didn't even feed the dogs today. You just listen to them barking when they are hungry!"

The man with a sinister face next to him was about to slap him, but Scaransan stopped him with his eyes and said to Zhao Hanyun with a sneer.

"In order to raise a dog, you borrowed money to buy dog ​​food. Now you have no money and it's easy. As a fellow villager, I won't make it difficult for you. This dog farm belongs to me from now on. I will redeem it when you have money."

go back!"

The dog farm is Zhao Hanyun's hard work. When he heard this, anger suddenly rushed to the top of his head, and he growled like a wounded wolf, "No, the dog farm is yours, what will I do with my dog?"

The seven or eight men who came to ask for the account burst into laughter.

A thin and shrewd guy smiled evilly and said, "You are such a smart person, but you still can't understand that if the dog farm lowers its debt, your treasures will naturally belong to the third brother!"

This guy's name is Hou Jian, he is the think tank of Scar and San, and he is full of bad intentions.

"Yes, the monkey is right!"

Scar's smile made him bend down. He waved his hands wildly and said, "Brothers, take over quickly and find me firewood to make a fire. I will treat you to a whole dog feast tonight to reward everyone!"

"Okay, I'm going to have a good meal today!"

"Where is the kitchen? I'm going to light the fire. Don't let anyone grab it from me. I'm the best at this!"

"I'm going to kill the dog..."

"You're too picky!"

Two of the group left to stop Zhao Hanyun, while the rest ran to the kennel kitchen, apparently intending to kill the dog for stew.

People who love dogs regard their dogs as their own relatives and children.

When Zhao Hanyun saw this scene, his heart hurt like a knife. He yelled and tried to stop them, but was pushed away from the door by two strong men.

Two guys tied a dog with a rope and hung the strangled, dying dog on a branch of a tree.

The dog's whole body was twitching, its legs were kicking in the air, and it was about to die.

The guy with a sinister face put a fork on the neck of a big dog and poked his head out of the kennel, "Hey, look at this fattest one..."

The poor dog had its neck stretched out and couldn't breathe. It let out bursts of painful whines from its mouth.

The skinny Hou Jian flipped his wrist, and a bright butterfly knife appeared in his hand. He stepped in front of the dog with a grin and stabbed the dog's neck with the knife.

Blood gurgled out from the dog's neck, the poor dog's whole body twitched, and its death cry was heartbreaking.

When Zhao Hanyun saw this scene, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Suddenly, Zhao Hanyun's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. He seemed to have returned to the battlefield in southern Xinjiang and saw the enemy about to harm his comrades. A burst of blood burst out from his chest and penetrated into his brain instantly.

At this moment, he forgot everything but one word - kill!

"Kill!" Zhao Hanyun roared like thunder from the sky. His hair exploded and his eyes were red and crazy. He raised his hand and punched the man in front of him, screaming and getting out far away.

Another guy was frightened by Zhao Hanyun's appearance and shouted hurriedly, "Come on, this guy is crazy and he's beating people!"

While calling him, he stepped forward and suddenly hugged Zhao Hanyun's waist.

Unexpectedly, Lao Zhao was completely bleeding out at this time. He noticed that his lower back was being hugged, and he immediately bent over and performed a German back throw.

The guy at the back was like a noodle bag and was slapped to the ground so hard that he couldn't even scream in pain. He lay on the ground and rolled his eyes.

Zhao Hanyun left the two guys alone and rushed madly towards the minions who were harming the dogs.

Fights among these men of Scar San are commonplace, and they can't wait to go without action for a few days and feel itchy all over.

When they saw Zhao Hanyun going crazy, not only were they not afraid, they became excited one by one. They picked up various tools and rushed towards him.

"Beat him, beat him to death!" Scar Ransan roared, picked up half a red brick from the ground, and was the first to go up to it. He slapped the red brick in his hand hard on Lao Zhao's forehead.

With a bang, the brick shattered. Zhao Hanyun didn't notice it at all. He just swiped a handful of red powder on his forehead. His whole face was dyed red. Against his red eyes, it was scary as if Guan Gong was possessed.

Zhao Hanyun was hit by a brick but was still fine. He was so frightened that he was stunned for a moment. When he was in a daze, Zhao Hanyun hit him hard in the chest like a running bull.

Scar and San felt as if they had been hit by a train. They grunted in pain, their eyes turned black, their throats and hair were so sweet that they almost spurted blood.

When several other people saw the boss being beaten, they all surrounded Zhao Hanyun while yelling and cursing.

As the old saying goes, two fists are no match for four, and a tiger cannot hold down a pack of wolves. Although Zhao Hanyun is brave, he is not a superman after all. As soon as he raised his hand to hit a minion, he received a stick on the back of his head. The severe pain and dizziness stopped his movements. .

Before he could turn around, someone had already hugged him around the waist. Immediately afterwards, some of the remaining people hugged his thighs, while others grabbed his arms and pinned Old Zhao to the ground without making any move.

Zhao Hanyun struggled with all his strength, his cheeks and exposed skin were scratched by the sand on the ground, and blood seeped out like beads, but it was meaningless. He could only watch the life of his beloved dog go by in despair, and let out a miserable howl from his mouth.

Call.

"Beasts, let me go, you are all beasts, let me go..."

Scar Ran San was helped up by Hou Jian. He had never suffered such a big loss since he came out to work as a gangster. He spit out blood foam from his mouth, and his fierce eyes seemed to want to see through Zhao Hanyun.

"Monkey, go up and relieve this kid from school!"

Hou Jian was not afraid of fights, but he was a little timid about bloodletting. He held a butterfly knife in his hand and looked at Scar San San hesitantly.

"Paralyzed, come on. What do you have to worry about, this waste? Just don't stab him to death. If anything happens, it's all mine!"

Scar Rasan raised his foot and kicked Hou Jian, causing him to stumble.

Hou Jian gritted his teeth, held up the bright and cold butterfly knife, and stabbed Zhao Hanyun in the stomach.