The Richest Man Yang Fei

Yang Fei looked at the six roads and listened to all directions. When he heard the hurried and messy footsteps behind him, he knew that the other party was catching up. He grabbed Su Tong's hand and whispered: "Run!"

Before Su Tong could react, he was already pulling him forward.

Just now, Su Tong also recognized a few bastards. Those people have tattoos on their arms, shoulders and chest. It's hard not to be eye-catching.

"Stop!" The horses shouted violently.

"Little bastard, stop for me!" Brother Pao roared from behind.

Yang Fei didn't look back, let alone pay them any attention.

A hero does not suffer immediate losses, the opponents are numerous and powerful, and there is no need to fight to the death.

There was a hawker selling stinky tofu in front, and a large pot of charred oil was boiled.

Yang Fei picked up the towel on the stand, wrapped the pot ears, picked up the pot, and splashed it at the few bastards running over.

The sizzling sound of boiling oil flew over in the air.

"I'm tortured!" The boss who ran at the front took a step slower, and splashed a dozen drops of oil on his bald head, which made him cry for his father and mother. , but the more you wipe it, the hotter it becomes, the more it hurts.

A pot of hot oil was spilled on the street, slippery and steaming.

There was a bastard who stepped forward. Seeing that the boss was hot, he scolded his mouth, rushed over regardless, stepped on the oil, the soles of his feet slipped, like a hot wheel, he slid a few times in place, and finally stood up. He couldn't stop, his butt hit the ground, his head hit the ground heavily, making a loud bang. He put his hands on the ground, touched the hot oil on his hands, chi chi, and there was a sound of scorching flesh, and the pain caused him to roll around on the ground like a fried soft-shelled turtle.

No matter how vicious the bastards were, they were horrified at this moment, and they did not dare to come.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Yang Fei took out 100 yuan, stuffed it in the hands of the street vendor, and left with Su Tong.

He estimated that the bastards would catch up soon, and when he glanced, he saw a video room next to him, and pulled Su Tong to hide.

"Two yuan per person, big screen projection, wonderful show." An old lady at the door yawned, stretched out her right hand, and blocked the way in.

Yang Fei took out five yuan and handed it over.

The old aunt took it over, put it slowly behind a stack of change, and then retrieved the one yuan.

The heavy curtain was lifted, and it was pitch black, only some light flickered on the screen.

When I approached the seat, I saw that there were many people sitting inside.

Going all the way to the end, and walking into the innermost seat, Yang Fei released Su Tong's jade hand and asked, "Are you alright?"

"These bad guys are really haunted, don't the people at the police station care?"

"Police station? Haha!"

"why are you laughing?"

Yang Fei shook his head: "Nothing."

He came from a family of police officers, and he knows the difficulties of the police better than anyone else, and he also knows the style of the grassroots police station.

However, there are some things that don't need to be told to Su Tong.

At this point, the screen goes dark and the movie ends.

When the boss was changing the film, there was an uncontrollable roar in the video room: "Change the film! Change the film!"

A tacit roar, with youthful restlessness and the smell of adrenaline.

The people who came here to watch the film were all the animals that had not released the flood for too long, and they shouted loudly and loudly.

In 1993, apart from video studios, where else could bachelors with ordinary income go to seek physical balance?

Yang Fei is not unfamiliar with these video studios. Hearing this, he secretly said that he will suffer. The films to be released will definitely be restricted. What will Su Tong think after watching it?

"Let's go." Yang Fei whispered.

Su Tong asked in surprise: "Is this going?" She stood up, suddenly groaned, and sat down again, "My foot seems to be swollen, it hurt a little just now, because I was nervous, I didn't care."

Yang Fei was about to speak when a white light flashed at the door, the curtain was lifted, and two people walked in.

"Brother Yong, I just received the money yesterday, why are you here again today?" the old aunt at the door asked with a smile.

"Stop talking! Let's find someone! Bring a flashlight! Hurry up! Go! I'll smash you on behalf of Brother Cannon!" Brother Yong said viciously, and took the flashlight from the old aunt.

Yang Fei recognized that Brother Yong was the one who was chasing him just now, so he pulled Su Tong's hand, and the two lowered their bodies and hid under the chair.

Brother Yong flashed a flashlight and took pictures back and forth twice in the field. He walked towards the back without finding anyone.

"Fuck! What kind of photos are you taking? Photos, you, mother, you are a jerk!" Some people who watched the video were not afraid, no matter what brother you were, they shouted angrily, "Fuck you!"

Brother Yong stopped, turned his head, and pointed at the man: "You have a seed, I remember you!"

The man was tall and tall. He picked up a water bottle and threw it at Brother Yong's forehead.

Brother Yong was immediately furious: "You're a mother, dare to throw me away? I'll hack you to death!"

Crash, more than a dozen strong men stood up in the field, all staring at Brother Yong: "What? Want to do something?"

These people are all young men, in their early twenties, with short heads, all strong, muscular, and vigorous.

Brother Yong was stern, and after leaving a few words on the scene, he threw away the flashlight and scolded: "Mom is a jerk, go find it elsewhere, if it doesn't work, go to the factory gate to block it, if you don't believe it, you can't find anyone!"

At the door curtain, another white light flashed, and the two of them left angrily.

In the weak screen light, Yang Fei and Su Tong looked at each other and sat up straight.

From the speakers of the video hall, there was an overwhelming sound, and each frame of the picture was more eye-catching.

Su Tong didn't want to look at it, but couldn't help but glance at it.

A eunuch took a rope and hung the beautiful woman up.

She had heard from people in the factory a long time ago that there was a good show to watch in the video hall on the street, but she had never seen it. Unexpectedly, she and Yang Fei ran in today to gain insight.

Suddenly I heard Yang Fei whisper: "Give me your feet."

Su Tong was watching eating feet and dripping wax on the screen. Hearing this, his face flushed and he was startled: "What?"

"Aren't your feet sprained? I'll rub it for you, or else you're still hiding here?"

Su Tong dodged his eyes and slapped his hair embarrassedly: "No."

Yang Fei hummed, clasped his hands, and enjoyed the movie with relish.

Su Tong was restless. There seemed to be a lot of nails on the comfortable soft seat, making him uncomfortable no matter how he sat.

It was the first time she saw this kind of movie when she was so old.

He was still with this half-baked man.

Still a small man!

The picture is so dirty, thanks to him watching so calmly and intently!

What was he thinking about?

Recalling the scene on the mountain tree, thinking of the burning fire stick, Su Tong suddenly felt unbearably thirsty.

She changed several sitting positions in a row, even if her eyes didn't look at the screen, the unpleasant voice was enough to make her tremble.

"Hey, let's go!" Su Tong didn't want to stay for a moment.

She sat in the innermost position, got up in a panic, and just took a step, her bare feet hurt her heart, and she fell on Yang Fei with a groan.

Yang Fei hugged her.

Su Tong blushed, not only for the shout just now, but also for his current position.

When the audience quietly enjoyed the wonderful clip, the voice she just shouted was particularly ear-piercing, like a pebble thrown into the calm lake, causing a pool of ripples.