One sheet!

Two sheets!

Three ......

Song Zhichao bent down and reached out to pick up all the eight hundred yuan scattered on the ground one by one.

He did it very carefully and seriously, and after picking it up, he patted the dust on the money with his hand very lovingly.

The people around him looked at him with different expressions, some with contempt, some with envy, and some with disdain.

Song Zhichao put the money in his hand, slapped his palm, and then walked towards Long Jianfei.

Long Jianfei looked at him with a contemptuous expression, his eyes full of ridicule and mockery, as if he was looking at a pug, or beggar, who was about to wag his tail and beg for mercy on himself.

Yes, he gave him 800 yuan, he must say thank you or something--- this dog thing also has a face, and he is embarrassed to take the money so directly.

Song Zhichao walked in front of him, Long Jianfei had already thought of his lines, "You don't have to thank me, I don't have much money, just a lot of money--- this money is given to you, the right is charity, get out! Don't let me see you again before!"

Then the other party thanked Dade and said thank you, and left with his tail wagging like a dog--- Long Jianfei felt that this scene would be very pleasant, yes, there is nothing more refreshing than watching others make a fool of themselves.

Long Jianfei raised his head and held his chest high, like a victorious general, with his eyelids downward, staring at Song Zhichao, waiting for him to say thank you.

But---

Song Zhichao didn't say anything, but folded the money in his hand, and in front of everyone and Long Jianfei, he directly inserted it into the upper pocket of Long Jianfei's suit--- the pile of banknotes was like a pocket towel, waving in the wind.

Long Jianfei: "......"

Deng Caidie: "......"

Fat three and others: "......"

Before Long Jianfei came to his senses, Song Zhichao reached out and patted Long Jianfei's shoulder, just like an elder teaching a junior, old-fashioned: "Money can't be spent indiscriminately, and it's not easy for your parents to make money!"

Long Jianfei: "......"

I only felt that at this moment, my face was red and hot, and it was hot and bloody.

When has he ever been so despised in his life

But before he could speak, Song Zhichao said with great momentum: "To tell the truth, if you want to be a loser like this, you are not qualified enough!"

Long Jianfei: "......"

Slap in the face! Super slap in the face!

Some people even say that they don't even deserve to be a loser!

What are you

A lowly person, a poor ghost, dares to criticize me in such a tone!

Just when the eldest young master of Long Jian Feilong was furious and the volcano was about to erupt, a siren sounded in the distance.

......

Wow, wow!

--- police came.

In this era, because Zhonghai is a relatively prosperous metropolis, there are many foreign tourists and international friends who come here to play or have meetings, so the city government is very concerned about the construction of the city's image.

Although Long Jianfei's identity is not ordinary, and he is not too afraid of these little policemen, he is a noble person after all, if he is involved in such trivial matters, being known by the family will definitely affect his personal image--- because of small losses, he can't get it.

Immediately, Long Jianfei glanced at the fat three envoys and said, "Let's go!"

Although Fat San was reckless, he also knew that it was not good to make a big deal out of small things, not to mention that these policemen were very difficult, so he viciously kicked Nie Weidong who was pressed to the ground, and kicked Nie Weidong to the point that his nose bleeded, and then he scolded angrily: "Count you kid lucky!" beckoned his two subordinates to leave.

These people came and went quickly, and those who watched the excitement also knew that there was no drama to watch, and if they stayed any longer, they would not be caught by the police uncle as witnesses, so they dispersed in a hurry.

Nie Weidong, who escaped, knelt on the ground and coughed violently, his nose bleeded for a long time, he wiped the back of his hand, but he couldn't stop, it looked like Fat San's kick was too hard.

At this time, a handkerchief was handed to him.

Song Zhichao said: "Wipe it!"

Nie Weidong raised his head, shook off his long hair, showed his eyebrows, and looked at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao also looked at him.

Nie Weidong took the handkerchief and covered his nose, and soon the clean handkerchief was stained red by nosebleeds.

"Can you get up," Song Zhichao asked.

Nie Weidong wiped a handful of nosebleeds and said with a wry smile: "I can't die yet." ”

Song Zhichao helped him up.

The sirens are getting closer and closer, and you can even hear a police officer in front of you asking: "Who was fighting just now"

Song Zhichao knew he had to go.

Pulled up the bicycle, hugged Nie Weidong, and squeezed towards the crowded place.

The streets were full of people, and soon they were gone.

When the police arrived later, they saw a pool of blood on the ground, and they didn't know what was going on.

Occasionally, one or two people with a strong sense of justice told the police uncle what happened just now, how a few people fight, you chase me, and catch the cicada in eight steps...... In the end, the grappling hand, the mandarin duck legs, was kicked and had a nosebleed, and the voice was colorful, similar to martial arts.

When they heard that they just broke their heads and had nosebleeds, the police uncles breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it was not a serious criminal case and no one called the police, they would not pursue it too much--- after all, the police force was limited, and they still had a lot of important things to do.

......

Zhonghai City, Hongqiao District---

In front is an area waiting to be built after demolition.

In recent years, the rapid economic development of China Overseas has led to the gradual demolition and reconstruction of many dilapidated urban areas.

In this era, demolition work is easy to do, and neither the contractor nor the relevant departments have fallen into that kind of mercenary circle.

In this era, the government works for the welfare of the people, and many real estate developers sell houses at a conscience price, and the unconscionable real estate model like Hong Kong has not yet affected here.

Of course, the most important thing is that the people of this era have not yet regarded buying a house as an investment, and many people buy a house just to live.

Song Zhichao has always adhered to the belief of "a good person does it to the end", ---since he saved this Nie Weidong and Nie Dashao, a good person will do it to the end and send him home.

And this is the neighborhood where Nie Weidong lives.

At this moment, Song Zhichao put the broken bicycle to the old man who repaired the bicycle in an alley.

Nie Weidong's bleeding nostrils were stuffed with paper twists, and with a cigarette in his mouth, he began to chatter with the old man.

The old man smiled and asked Nie Weidong who was beaten again today, and the other party took a few more punches.

Nie Weidong handed over a cigarette, and bragged in front of Song Zhichao, saying how powerful he was, hitting three of them one by one, and in the end, he only had a slight abrasion on his nose and returned triumphantly.

The old man listened happily, circled around the bicycle a few times, and said that the car couldn't hit, and it would take some time to repair it, so let Nie Weidong and Song Zhichao pick it up tomorrow.

Nie Weidong patted the horse and said Uncle Feng, you didn't have this craftsmanship--- this bicycle will be the same as new tomorrow, and then asked Uncle how much it is.

Uncle Feng said that it would cost at least three cents, and the dragon crutch needed to be corrected, and it would take a lot of effort.

Nie Weidong hurriedly said goodbye, who is with whom, although I don't often live here, I can be regarded as a neighbor, and I helped you carry water yesterday.

It turned out that Uncle Feng was busy with business yesterday, and there was no water when he repaired the tires of the car, so Nie Weidong volunteered to let the uncle look at the stall, and he went to the distance to bring half a basin of water, but he didn't expect this favor to be used today.

Uncle Feng is also humorous, and when he heard Nie Weidong say this, he laughed and said that your basin of water is too valuable, three cents, I don't dare to call you in the future, your manpower is more expensive than a tractor plowing the land.

Nie Weidong took a cigarette in his mouth and grinned.

Uncle Feng finally said that this time it will be repaired for free, and it will not be an example.

Nie Weidong looked proud, touched Song Zhichao with his shoulder and said, "See, this is called a favor!"

Leaving Uncle Feng's bicycle repair shop, Song Zhichao helped the limping Nie Weidong home.

On the way, Nie Weidong suddenly said: "You are very young." ”

Song Zhichao didn't know what he meant.

Nie Weidong said again: "The blood is strong." ”

Song Zhichao didn't understand what this meant, but soon, he understood.

(Education 123 Literature Network)