Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

No wonder Zhong Yuemin was so surprised.

You know, skating in these days is not something that ordinary people can afford.

Zhong Yuemin raised his head with annoyance on his face, and looked straight at the little man with reluctance and confusion in his eyes. His voice was a little hoarse, and he asked with a hint of urgency: "Who are you?"

A proud smile appeared on the little man's face. He raised his chin slightly and replied in a joking tone: "Who am I? Hum, I am your grandpa." As soon as the little man finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter around him.

The laughter was like a sharp sword, deeply piercing Zhong Yuemin's heart.

Zhong Yuemin's face became even more ugly. He bit his lips tightly, his heart filled with anger and humiliation. He never thought that he would make a fool of himself in front of so many people and be so humiliated by the little man.

The woman's eyes, originally full of expectation and excitement, instantly became cold and sharp. She raised her chin slightly, clasped her hands on her chest, and her eyes revealed a deep look of disdain.

"Humph, I was fully expecting you to show off your skills. I thought you were so powerful and amazing, but looking at your miserable appearance now, it's really disappointing." The woman's voice was clear and loud, like

Like a sharp ice pick, it pierced Zhong Yuemin hard. "You can't even compare to such a small man. You really are not a man. Fortunately, I had such an illusion about you before, but now it seems that you are simply a man."

He is just a braggart." She continued to mock mercilessly, and every word hit Zhong Yuemin's heart like a heavy hammer. Zhong Yuemin lay on the ground, listening to the woman's ridicule, and felt

His face was burning.

The little man's face was full of pride at this time, like a little rooster that had just won. He held his hands in front of his chest and strode up to Zhong Yuemin with great pride. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes were full of provocation, and there was a hint of provocation in the corner of his mouth.

With a proud smile, he said loudly: "Hey, is it time to fulfill your promise? Call me grandpa. You swore in front of so many people. If you want to cheat, you can't do it." The little man's voice was sharp.

And it was harsh, like a steel needle piercing Zhong Yuemin, with a strong sense of provocation.

Zhong Yuemin's face was red, and the flames of anger were burning in his eyes. He sat up suddenly from the ground and glared at the little man, his heart full of unwillingness and humiliation. "I won't shout! You are cheating. You bumped into me just now.

It's not fair. You deliberately caused harm and used unfair means to win over me." Zhong Yuemin retorted loudly, his voice full of anger and grievance.

"Hey, I'm willing to admit defeat. Do you want to admit what you said? It's not up to you." The little man didn't give in and continued to press Zhong Yuemin. The look of pride on his face became even stronger. "If you don't shout, you won't do it in the future."

If you hang out at this skating rink, everyone will know that you are a person who doesn't keep your word."

"I just won't shout, what can you do to me?" Zhong Yuemin raised his chin stubbornly, refusing to compromise at all. His eyes revealed firmness and determination, as if telling the little man that he would not give in easily. "You

If you use this method to win me over, it is not worthy of me fulfilling my promise."

The two started arguing, and the sound became louder and louder.

The young people who were watching saw Zhong Yuemin and the little man arguing endlessly, and they all began to accuse Zhong Yuemin of not keeping his promise.

"Hey, why is this person like this? What he says doesn't count." A young man with long hair said with a frown, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"That's right, you should just admit it when you lose. It's really shameless to cheat." Another young man wearing a floral shirt also echoed, his eyes full of contempt.

"You don't understand if you are willing to accept defeat? It's a shame that he boasted so much just now, but now he doesn't dare to fulfill his promise." A young man wearing sunglasses shook his head, his tone full of ridicule.

After all, Zhong Yuemin is also a disciple of the big courtyard, and he has never suffered from this kind of cowardice.

Zhong Yuemin's face was so gloomy that he could drip water. He glared at the little man, with suppressed anger in his voice, and warned: "Listen carefully, if you offend me, you will not get any good results. I, Zhong Yuemin,

This is not someone to be trifled with. If you defeated me today using this method, you may regret it in the future."

However, the little man didn't pay any attention to Zhong Yuemin's warning. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile, and continued to laugh at Zhong Yuemin: "Huh, it's just you? What else can you do to me? You don't even dare to fulfill your promise now, and why?

You are talking too much here. I think you are just a weakling who only knows how to brag."

Zhong Yuemin was furious. His anger was like a volcano about to erupt. The hot magma was rolling and surging in his heart. He suddenly got up from the ground, his eyes were red, as if burning with raging anger. He clenched his teeth and his cheeks were bulging high.

, the muscles on his face trembled slightly with anger.

Zhong Yuemin waved his fist and punched the little man with a roaring sound. His fist was like a cannonball, fast and powerful, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart on this punch. The veins on his arm were bulging.

Every vein seems to be telling his anger.

The little man was extremely flexible. He turned his body slightly to one side and easily avoided Zhong Yuemin's fist. A trace of ridicule flashed in his eyes, as if he was laughing at Zhong Yuemin's recklessness. The little man quickly counterattacked, and he swung a punch towards

Zhong Yuemin was slapped on the cheek.

Zhong Yuemin quickly raised his arm to block, and the little man's fist hit his arm, making a dull sound.

The little man saw an opportunity, exerted force suddenly, and hooked his legs sideways, tripping Zhong Yuemin to the ground. Before Zhong Yuemin had time to react, the little man pressed forward like a hungry tiger pouncing on food. The little man's fists hit Zhong Yuemin like raindrops,

Every punch was delivered with full force. Zhong Yuemin wanted to resist, but was suppressed by the little man and could not move at all.

While beating Zhong Yuemin violently, the little man said fiercely: "Call Grandpa! Aren't you very arrogant? Why don't you say anything now?" His eyes were full of fierceness and pride, as if he was enjoying this moment of victory.

Zhong Yuemin's face was covered with scars, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. He twisted his body in pain, and his heart was filled with humiliation and anger.

But under the strong pressure of the little man, he was unable to effectively resist.

Zhong Yuemin only felt that his body was in pain as if it was being crushed by a boulder. The little man's fist was as hard as steel, and every blow caused him excruciating pain. His consciousness began to blur gradually, and a sense of despair surged in his heart. He felt that he was really

He was about to be beaten to death. At this critical moment, his survival instinct defeated his stubbornness.

Zhong Yuemin opened his mouth with difficulty and shouted in a weak and trembling voice: "Grandpa." Those two words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, carrying endless humiliation and helplessness.

The young people who were watching were stunned at first, and then burst into laughter. The laughter was like a wave, hitting Zhong Yuemin's heart wave after wave. They pointed at Zhong Yuemin, their faces full of ridicule and contempt.

"Haha, I thought he was very brave, but I didn't expect him to give in so quickly." A young man laughed and said with disdain in his eyes.

"That's right, he is really a weakling, not a man at all." Another young man also echoed, his tone full of contempt.

Zhong Yuemin lay on the ground, gritting his teeth as he listened to these accusations.

At this time, the little man suddenly came to Zhong Yuemin's ear and whispered: "Wang Weidong asked me to say hello to you."

Zhong Yuemin felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Only then did he understand that the reason why the little man was targeting him was because of Wang Weidong's instructions.

"Damn Wang Weidong, since you were so cruel to me, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

…..

Zhong Yuemin was beaten, but Yan Jiecheng's life was very good.

He met a foreign businessman named Han Xixi.

Han Fangfang is very rich and generous with his money. Yan Jiecheng eats and drinks with Hanfang Xiang all day long. How can he not be happy?

On that day, Han Xiecheng warmly invited Yan Jiecheng to have a drink in the tavern. The tavern was filled with the mellow aroma of wine and a lively atmosphere. Yan Jiecheng and Han Xiangxi sat opposite each other, and as they exchanged glasses, the relationship between the two gradually became warmer.

Get networked.

After three rounds of drinking, Yan Jiecheng was already a bit drunk. At this moment, Han Fangfang lowered his voice and said to Yan Jiecheng mysteriously: "Brother, I have something to ask you for help. Can you help me?

Get an Orchid car?" Yan Jiecheng was shocked when he heard this, and he woke up a little from his drunkenness. He widened his eyes and looked at Han Xixi, not knowing how to respond. He knew that in this era, cars

It is not something that is so easy to get, let alone an Orchid car. Yan Jiecheng fell into deep thought and was tangled in his heart. On the one hand, he did not want to offend this newly acquainted merchant; on the other hand, he also knew the consequences of this matter.

Difficulty and risk. The atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became tense.

Yan Jiecheng frowned, with a look of embarrassment on his face. He waved his hand and said, "This is too difficult. Cars are not so easy to get."

However, Han Fangfang was reluctant. He narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a sly smile: "Brother, don't refuse so quickly. The uncle of your compound is the director of Lanhua Automobile Factory, and you are neighbors.

This relationship is not ordinary. You must have a way."

When Yan Jiecheng heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy, his eyes flashed with dissatisfaction, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Humph, that Wang Weidong? He never helps the residents. He is his factory director, and we are with him

What’s the relationship between these residents? We usually approach him when we have something to do, but he always looks aloof and doesn’t take us seriously at all.”

Speaking of excitement, Yan Jiecheng's voice unconsciously raised a few points, and his hands were clenched into fists, as if he had great resentment towards the great uncle Wang Weidong. "He only cares about his official position, and he doesn't care about our life and death.

For me to ask him to help me get a car is simply out of the blue."

Han Fangxi looked at Yan Jiecheng's angry and helpless look, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident smile. He leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice and said: "Brother, as long as you can help me get a bus ticket, I can give it to you

Two thousand dollars for you."

When Yan Jiecheng heard this, his eyes widened instantly with disbelief on his face. Two thousand yuan was a huge sum of money in this era. His heartbeat accelerated involuntarily and his breathing became rapid. His

My mind began to rapidly calculate the feasibility of this deal.

Yan Jiecheng's eyes showed a trace of wavering and heartbeat, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know how to speak.

He knew very well that Wang Weidong would definitely not sell him this face.

Yan Jiecheng's eyes gradually became firm after a brief wavering. He knew in his heart that Wang Weidong would definitely not give him the bus ticket, but the temptation of the two thousand yuan was too great.

He lowered his head slightly, avoiding Han Xiangfang's sharp gaze, pretending to have made up his mind after careful consideration, and said slowly: "Okay, I'll give it a try. But this matter is not easy to handle, and I can't guarantee that it will work.

"

When Han Fangxi heard that Yan Jiecheng had agreed, his face showed joy, and he quickly said: "Brother, as long as you try your best, I will give you every penny of the two thousand yuan."

Yan Jiecheng nodded, with a forced smile on his face, but in his heart he was thinking about how to defraud the money. A hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself: first defraud the money, and as for the bus tickets, when the time comes

Just find any excuse to excuse yourself.

In the tavern, the smell of alcohol filled the air and the lights were dim.

After Yan Jiecheng and Han Xixi drank for a while, Yan Jiecheng frowned slightly, with a troubled expression on his face. He put down his glass, sighed lightly, and said, "Oh, you don't know, that Wang Weidong

So greedy. I want to get a bus ticket from him, and I can't do it without giving him some gifts. I have to give him some expensive gifts, which cost at least fifteen hundred yuan."

When Han Xiangxi heard this, his face suddenly became a little ugly. His brows were furrowed, and there was a hint of hesitation and dissatisfaction in his eyes. "Fifteen hundred dollars? This is too much." Han Xiangfang's voice sounded heavy.

With a hint of doubt.

Yan Jiecheng quickly explained: "It's really not much. Think about it, bus tickets are not that easy to get. Wang Weidong has a big appetite, so I can't impress him if I give him less. And I have to put in a lot of effort to get it."

Let’s clear the relationship.”

The two began to bargain. Han Xiangfang stared at Yan Jiecheng closely and tried to lower the price: "One thousand yuan, no more." Yan Jiecheng shook his head and said no: "One thousand yuan is definitely not enough, at least one thousand two hundred

Yuan." Han Xiangxi firmly disagreed: "It's just a thousand yuan, not a penny more."

Yan Jiecheng pretended to be embarrassed and thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, a thousand is a thousand. But you have to keep your word. When I get the thing done, you can't regret it." Han Fangfang relaxed.

In a tone of voice, he nodded and agreed: "Don't worry, as long as you can get the bus ticket, I'll give you a thousand yuan a cent." As he said that, he took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket, counted out a thousand yuan and handed it to you.

Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiecheng took the money, with a hint of imperceptible joy on his face. He held the money tightly in his hand, as if he was afraid it would fly away.

Just kidding, this is a thousand yuan. Yan Jiecheng has never seen so much money in his life.