Super Special Forces King

Murong Dasen can’t see people but hear voices, and he knows who they are. Manager Lu, Lu Youda, the project manager of this period, usually here is the biggest official here. It is said that they are relatives of the boss. The emperor of the land, it is common to deduct money from employees, he has two followers, and he is very arrogant.

\"You let me pass first, I can't go back!\" Murong Dasen said.

\"Wipe, you dare to ask the manager to make way for you, don't you want to do it, do you? Give me a way...\" one of the attendants said angrily.

Murong Dasen said: \"Such a narrow road, I am carrying things again, you lean to the side, I will pass soon!\"

\"I don't understand how to say that I am a second-hand, get him away, the manager has to go to see the customer! \" said to the class.

So the two grabbed the steel pipe and threw it sideways. Murong Dasen's shoulders were already very heavy, but they fell in an unstable center of gravity in front of them. The steel pipe pressed Murong Dasen's neck, and he struggled on the ground.

And they are still walking on the steel pipe.

\"Ah, ah, you, you...\" Murong Dasen screamed from below, almost breaking him by his neck.

After the three of them all passed, Murong Dasen came out from below with difficulty, tired and paralyzed there, unable to move.

After a while, someone over there yelled: "What's the matter, are you okay? You let the steel pipe fall to the ground. If it breaks, you can afford it? Don't hurry up!"

The person waiting for the pipes in front shouted loudly.

\"Come here!\" Murong Dasen took a few deep breaths, a little smile appeared on his face, this matter has passed.

He will not put it on him.

Continue to pick up the steel pipe and walk up.

When he was paid in the evening, he could only get one hundred yuan.

\"How come there are one hundred? Isn't it three hundred?" Murong Dasen said angrily.

The accountant said: \"The consumption of tools should be counted in your money, and your activities are fast, which affects the construction period. The food you eat is the amount of two people. It is good to be able to give you one hundred dollars. Yes, do you want it? Get out if you don't!\"

The accountant looked at him with a hundred dollars in his hand.

Murong Dasen took the money in his rough hand and turned and left.

\"Hmph, what a **** pen!\" The accountant came.

Originally, he still had two hundred today, and the accountant had eaten one hundred. He often did this kind of thing. The minimum manual work like Murong Dasen in Kyoto was 400 a day, and Murong Dasen could only get one hundred.

The workers here are very mobile every day, and no one can work for more than a month. The progress of the entire construction site is very slow. It has been three months since the ground was started to build seven or eight floors.

Murong Dasen has been working here for more than a month, and he has made thousands of dollars, but what kind of savings does he have now? For him, as long as he has food and shelter, he does not starve to death or freeze to death. The money is right. It doesn't make much sense to him. He gave all the extra money to the elderly in the orphanage or the children in the foster home.

He will not directly give money but buy some things. If he gives money, it is estimated that half of the child's hand will be good.

The next day, there were many new faces on the construction site. There were all kinds of people. There were also young people in their twenties and those in their forties.

Murong Dasen is over fifty, but he seems to be over forty years old, and no one knows how old he is without an ID card.

There were a few young people here today, and Murong Dasen didn't bother to pay attention to them. He didn't care. How could his eyesight fail to tell?

They worked here for several days, and they didn't care about Murong Dasen when he was bullied, just watching the excitement nearby.

Murong Dasen didn't take them seriously, doing his own thing.

...

They returned to Red Star in the evening and reported today's information to Zhang Feng.

\"Brother Feng, this person has been deducted a lot of wages in it, and he does the heaviest work, which is very hard!\" said the brother.

Zhang Feng said: \"Have you recognized him?\"

\"It shouldn't be. We just watched near him and won't come forward to reason for him!\" said the brother.

A few days ago, Zhang Feng still sent someone over. If this approach makes Murong Dasen unhappy, he will talk about it afterwards, and he can’t leave it alone.

\"That's good, you just move bricks there, don't worry about other things!\" Zhang Feng said.

\"Yes! But Brother Feng, what if he is beaten or bullied?\"

This has stumped Zhang Feng. If he goes up to help, will Murong Dasen get angry and say that he is nosy? It won't work if you don't help.

After thinking about it, Zhang Feng said: \"You guys act by chance!\"

\"Brother Feng, we don't understand, it's just that we want to do this better. Why did I bring him here? Working on the construction site is very hard, and he is not young!\"

Zhang Feng said: \"He likes to be low-key and doesn't want others to disturb him!\"

\"I understand Brother Feng!\"

\"Go and do it, thanks for your hard work!\"

\"Brother Feng is okay! By the way, Brother Feng...\"

\"Say!\"

\"The people here often deduct the wages of the people, and the materials used are all substandard. After it is built, it will be a big trouble.\"

\"I see! What else?\"

\"No more!\"

...

When I was eating at noon, I didn’t know why Murong Dasen was punched by someone, and then he was caught on the head. He yelled and was beaten when he was hot. The few people finally couldn’t help but talk to each other:\" It's almost done, don't hurt anyone!\"

\"What are you, dare to say me? Are you looking for death?\"

This is a contractor who hasn’t done anything, and just dangles in it every day. What’s his name is Boss He, big ears, twins in his stomach, and wearing a helmet is like that. He is very arrogant, and he will be scolded for slow actions when he is doing things.

They dared not speak anymore, but Boss He stopped beating Murong Dasen.

Boss He said angrily: "You won't use it tomorrow, get out!"

...

\"Brother Feng, he was beaten at noon today!\"

In the Red Star Club, several people stood in front of Zhang Feng. They had just got off the construction site and had not changed their clothes. They were very dirty.

\"Call someone!\" Zhang Feng said angrily.

\"Yes!\"

Zhang Feng took two cars with them, and when he arrived at the construction site, he rushed in and shouted loudly: "Who hit me? Stand up for me, who is it?"

Two carts of people, more than a dozen people, rushed in so suddenly, everyone at the door was stunned. What happened?

\"Who, who dare to come here to make trouble?\"

A fat man walked over, with two people behind him, and he whispered to the younger brother behind: \"Tell Manager Zheng, someone is making trouble! Call the brothers.\"

\"Yes!\" The little follower ran away.

\"You fat pig, there is nothing to do with you, get out...\" The brother standing in front of Zhang Feng pointed to Boss He.

Boss He said: \"I remember you, huh, you are now bringing someone to find a place, right? Looking for death...\"

Zhang Feng came up and pulled the brother behind and said: "Come with me in a while, don't kill anyone!"

\"Yes!\"

\"It was you who beat me, huh...\" Zhang Feng pointed to Boss He.

He is not in a hurry. The purpose of coming here is to make trouble, and he will do it when their people arrive.

\"Who is your person? I have beaten more people, and I have beaten your girlfriend, haha...\"

Boss He is smiling, he is not afraid of these people at all, because this is his site, he can call dozens of people with a single phone call, and there are many people on the construction site who are his fellow villagers, they work upstairs, very quickly Will come down.