Chapter 136: Undercurrent Surging (I)
I studied last night, I studied next night, and the lights were about to go out.
In the classroom, Li Jiaming, who was sitting in the last row, was still frowning, struggling with a three-dimensional geometry proof problem. Outside the classroom, a stout man with a blue nose and swollen eyes was always looking in anxiously.
What can I do?
If there is a regret medicine in this world, I will definitely buy a pack, I earned 10,000 yuan by selling bamboo shoots last year, and I kept 2,000 yuan for my private money. Unexpectedly, in two or three months, the two thousand yuan was lost, and three thousand and a half were owed.
Finally turned off the lights, Li Jiaming, who was dark in front of him, woke up, sat there and thought for a while, and finally had no clue, so he cleaned up the test papers and stationery on the table by the moonlight outside the window.
"Jiaming, I have been waiting outside for a long time. β
Li Jiaming frowned slightly, and whispered, "What's the matter?"
"I didn't dare to tell the people in the house, I wanted to borrow money from us, and I was beaten by dinner. β
deserved, Li Jiaming saw Wang Congju sitting in front of them and they began to light candles, picked up their schoolbags and got up and walked out of the classroom, waiting outside for more than half an hour, as if they saw a savior, begging: "Jiaming, help me." β
"How? You don't know, we are not allowed to play with money in the house, nor are we allowed to lend money to gamblers. β
"Jiaming, I beg you!"
"I really can't help, if I help with money, they will also gamble in the future, how can I care about them?"
"Then you can help me talk to Duanyan and them, and let me go for a while. β
Li Jiaming pulled away the hand that was dragging him, and said coldly: "No, everything else is easy to discuss, only the matter of playing with money is not good." Sue you, you are lucky, not surnamed Li. If your surname is Li, I will cut off your hands and feet today!"
"Jiaming!
The sad screams frightened the people in the classroom, and also frightened the students in the corridor, and made the Li Jiaming brothers even more angry.
Mao Tong, who had jumped to 1.8 meters tall, raised his hand to put his hand around the neck of the teacher, pushed him against the wall outside the classroom, and said in a deep voice: "The teacher, focus on yourself." If you are a descendant of our Li family, if you don't break your hands and feet today, I won't be surnamed Li!
Who do you think you are? If it weren't for Momoka's face, hum!"
At this time, students who can still study in the classroom are doing well. Li Jiaming's prestige in the school is too high, his attendant Mao Tong is getting angry and beating people, and the few junior high school juniors who are coming down from the upper floor dare not squeak, and want to shrink their necks to go forward or retreat, but Li Jiaming stopped them all.
"Come all here!"
"Hey"
Li Jiaming pointed to the sue who was forked on the wall, and said unhurriedly: "Sue Yan came to beg me to borrow money, because he played money and lost to make people force the debt." You usually play tricks in the house, everyone is such a big person, you have to know the severity, Ye Niang worked hard for you to study, not for you to come to the school to play money. β
After explaining to his classmates, Li Jiaming asked Mao Tong to let go of his hand, and he didn't bother to pay attention to this uncompetitive Fa Xiao, and took his brother home.
It doesn't matter if a young person makes a mistake, it doesn't matter if he is stupid, what matters is that he has no courage and no blood! When he is beaten, he does not want to fight back, but instead comes to ask someone to borrow money?
The two brothers walked side by side on the concrete road leading to the street from the school, and Mao Tong began his daily routine of doing his daily homework, reciting English words to Li Jiaming. When walking through the laboratory of the former nursing home, Mao Yan, who was memorizing words, suddenly stopped and whispered: "Jiaming, Duan Ling is in front." β
Indeed, in front, the three bald heads in the distance were too conspicuous under the moonlight, and Li Jiaming said disdainfully: "Things that can't be put on the table!"
The two continued to memorize the words, and when they walked in front of the three bald heads, Duan Yan, who was waiting here, threw away the cigarette butts, walked over and said with a smile: "Jiaming, I'm sorry today, I can't help it, whoever asked me to eat is this bowl of rice." Sue Yu is too unparticular, exempted him from more than 1,000 yuan, and he still owes it on the table. β
"It's none of my business, don't say it's beating him for a meal, you just beat him to death or maim him, it has nothing to do with me. β
"Hehehehehe"
Under the cold moonlight, the embarrassed Duan Yan laughed a few times, and the Li Jiaming brothers had already passed by them. When they walked away, Duan Yan, who was choked by Li Jiaming, said helplessly: "Peng Yan, call to urge your brother, see if he inquired?"
Peng Yan, who usually likes to come up with two bad ideas, didn't believe the news that came out of Sue's mouth at all, "Duan Yan, do you really believe it?"
Huang Mao is also talking about Yangcheng, and he also talks about the partnership at the end of the year. β
The more benign Qiang Yan hurriedly persuaded: "Duan Ling, it is better to find a family with those yellow-haired cowhide ghosts." If he ignores us, we will take it ourselves and sell it to him at a higher price. β
Two people who don't know each other say that it is Yangcheng, so it is possible, and Huang Mao, who prides himself on being smarter, grabbed Bai and said, "What do you know?"
Qiang Yan is a straight-hearted person, and he is not used to seeing Huang Mao's kind of person who deceives good and fears evil, and argues: "I don't know, I only know that Jia Ming is benevolent and righteous! Huang Mao is a cowhider, and what he talks about is not even as good as farting." β
Seeing that the two brothers were about to quarrel, Duan Yan shouted: "Don't quarrel, Huang Mao is here on behalf of Lao Jiu." β
When it came to Lao Jiu, the strong man who was fighting just now closed his mouth, Huang Mao was a miscellaneous piece, and he could be killed in minutes, but Lao Jiu was the name of the shadow man of the tree.
"Scared?"
The deceitful Peng Yan was silent, but the usually naΓ―ve and naΓ―ve strong man had a stiff neck, and said stiffly: "I'm afraid of a fart!
This was said arrogantly, and Peng Yan was not to be outdone: "That's right, to be a man is to be tough, and it is better to ask for others than for yourself! Duan Yan, who dares to stand in the way, stab him over!"
"Idiot!"
Duan Yan, who had a black face, cursed, rode a motorcycle to the street, and the two subordinates hurriedly followed with their cars.
Back at the three's quarters, the dark-faced Duan Ling lay down on the sofa and was silent, and both of his men sat there smoking cigarettes, waiting for the boss's idea. If you want to talk about Duan Ling, you can be regarded as a capable person, and within a few months of coming out, you got a house from Wang Congshu, although you let those who were short-lived take away the storefront and a floor, but they also left this floor of the house, and the three of them have a place to stay.
After thinking about it for a while, Duan Yan sat up from the old sofa, took out the IOU that Sue Ling called him from the bedroom, and counted two thousand yuan to go out.
"Remember a fart favor, are you smart or are you smart? If you fool has half of your brain, I will recognize you as the boss with Qiangling!"
"Duan, no!"
Peng Yan hurriedly pressed the door lock and whispered: "Duan Ling, you are the boss on the street, if you listen to Jia Ming, who will treat us as onions in the future?"
Boss? Duan Yan smiled bitterly, it was rare that he didn't scold, and asked, "Peng Yan, are you twenty-seven this year?"
"Oh, oh, it's twenty-seven. β
"Qiang Yan is also twenty-seven, I am twenty-eight, except for these few rooms, the three of us can't even afford to ask for a wife, and if we want to it, we have to go to Miss Gu Xun.
Do you think it's so easy to sell bamboo shoots? As long as Li Jiaming puts a sign downstairs, don't say that we can't receive a pound of bamboo shoots, and who person on the street can collect it? If it's someone else, we can still fight, but if it's him, do you dare to do it?"
Can't and don't dare, last time the boss stayed up in the detention room for more than ten days, if it wasn't for people helping to throw buns, he would have to shed his skin if he didn't die, if such people all went to fight, he wouldn't be mixed up on the street in the future. What's more, the power of others is scared to death, don't say that those who are officials are familiar with him, just Mao Ling's gang of people, they are not equal to the three of them. If he hadn't known that he was timid and had an iron relationship with Jiaming, he wouldn't have come up with that idea and wanted his family to remember his personal feelings.
"Let's go to Takahashi, to the port".
"It's useless, since Lao Jiu and they sent someone to tell me, they won't send someone to tell others? It's easy to chop Lao Jiu, it's nothing more than a matter of a few years in prison, but you can't make money, what's the use of chopping him up?"
"What then?"
What else can I do?