The call came from Aunt Feng, the shopkeeper near the university dormitory, who opened a cultural and sports supermarket in the commercial clothing community below the teaching building. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the power cable of the vending machine operated by Zhang Dali and the three of them was torn out, but there must be an outlet to power it.

The closest location is the cultural and sports supermarket across the road, fortunately, the supermarket owner's girl happens to be a classmate of Song Muran Middle School, for the sake of Song Murmur's face, agreed to take the commercial electricity, with a year of discount sale to collect us 3000 yuan. This machine has to be powered all year round, and it consumes a lot of electricity, and the price is already close to the ground.

Just in case, when signing the contract, I left two contact phone numbers for Aunt Feng, one was Song Muan's and the other was Zhang Dali's.

Just now, a group of hooligans with shovels and sledgehammers smashed the nearby vending machines, in fact, what Aunt Feng didn't find was that all the vending machines placed by Zhang Dali and them in the university town were smashed and scrapped.

Because the alarm was preset, Aunt Feng soon found out, and she didn't dare to stop it, so she hurriedly called Song Mum, Song Mum's phone was connected, but she didn't answer, she was going to the toilet, and she didn't hear it.

Aunt Feng hurriedly called another number, and Zhang Dali knew what happened suddenly.

Grassroots people do some small business to find their own way out, why is it so difficult! Zhang Dali was furious, and he went downstairs in a hurry to take a taxi to the university town.

But as soon as he came out of the door of the rental house unit, the hot sunlight that should have been there suddenly disappeared, and Zhang Dali judged that he was covered by a ** bag at any time. Then a bunch of people slashed their heads and covered their faces and beat them on the ground.

What's going on with Nima?! The space was suddenly locked, which made Zhang Dali a little panicked and wanted to resist, but he was covered tightly by the sack, kicked his calves twice, and didn't have any accurate head, but reminded the other party, and was soon kicked to the ground by more legs.

It lasted for more than 5 minutes, and Zhang Dali, who was still protecting his head, was even bored to fall asleep, before the other party stopped, and a little rascal who still didn't seem to be addicted suddenly came up and made up for it fiercely, which was really heartwarming!

This sudden abuse, except for Zhang Dali, who shouted during the period: "Is it the wrong person!" No one ever spoke, and before the group left, a little rascal spat at Zhang Dali, who was still covering half of his body, at the sack.

When Zhang Dali relieved himself and struggled to break free from the sack, the people had already dispersed, and there were only a few uncles and aunts with toothpicks in their hands and toys around to watch the excitement.

It hurt again, and his nose was beaten and bleeding again, and he was beaten twice in one day, and Zhang Dali was really about to go away.

What made Zhang Dali angry the most was that Long Wu actually appeared, standing at the door of the unit, holding his arms, without any intention of helping each other, looking at Zhang Dali's miserable appearance and smirking, it seemed that this situation was also regarded as the Animal World Channel.

"You!" Zhang Dali decisively swallowed the latter words back into his stomach, at this time, what is the use of saying anything, to be honest, the relationship between Long Wu and Zhang Dali is really average. Long Wu didn't fall into the well, so it's not bad.

Long Wu has never looked at Zhang Dali, an ordinary man, if it weren't for the order of the true immortal, he wouldn't be too lazy to bird him. As long as Zhang Dali can be kept alive at the last moment, Long Wu thinks that he has completed the task.

Zhang Dali didn't count on Long Wu, orphans are more self-reliant, not used to relying on others, for the true immortals is a kind of respect for a similar matter of father's love, and for the cultivation of the true world, it is full of desire and curiosity, but for Long Wu, oops, I am not very cold.

The school is still in a hurry, and I don't know what the damage has become, after all, this is my first time starting a business, and I have suffered repeated setbacks, and now I have been injured again, and the pain is painful, if I go back to the rental house to take medicine to relieve it, it will definitely delay time.

Thinking of this, Zhang Dali straightened his chest, exhaled a deep breath, and resolutely waved down a taxi as if nothing happened, and continued to rush to the university town.

Originally, I wanted to go directly to the store to find Aunt Feng to find out what happened, but I didn't expect that halfway through, I saw a group of perpetrators who were still standing next to the vending machine and didn't leave, and it was clear that they were waiting for Zhang Dali to appear.

Counting them, there were fifteen little hooligans, who didn't look like good people, with cigarette butts in their mouths, sitting on the curbs of the road and talking nonsense, full of foul language, for fear that others would not recognize their identities.

Seeing Zhang Dali walking by, a little rascal with yellow hair who took the lead, and compared the photo in his hand, and determined that the person who came was the target of his own group, Zhang Dali, not to mention that he was very serious and meticulous in his work.

"You smashed my vending machine?" Zhang Dali's stupid man didn't eat the loss in front of him, and first picked up a brick and stone on the side of the road nearby, and then asked fiercely.

The yellow-haired big plate teeth snorted, stood up and patted the ash on the buttocks: "** can be regarded as back, I am covered in stinky sweat." ”

Zhang Dali's eyes rolled: "You were sent by Cui Daniu?" ”

Huang Mao was stunned: "What Cui Da Niu?" Cui, your mother! Looking at your tattered appearance, it seems that the brother guarding there has also succeeded, did you wake you up? Brothers, teach him another lesson, hurry up and go back to picking up girls! ”

The other little hooligans listened to the greeting, and as soon as Huang Mao finished speaking, those who loved to show themselves had already rushed over, and soon the others also came up, surrounding Zhang Dali is sea flat, and Huang Mao stood not far away with his hands in his pockets and watched the play with a hippie smile.

Zhang Dali was reckless this time, and he didn't protect his head at all, and the cat was carrying his waist to death, but he tightly grasped the broken brick to protect his crotch, this position is too important, it is a matter of men's dignity, and he has to guard against it.

Fortunately, these little hooligans didn't come to take their lives, and it was useless to put the guys on the ground, but they just taught Zhang Dali a lesson with their bare hands, and the fight was a bit chaotic, which greatly reduced the degree of damage.

Since it is not in order, even if there is a flaw, Zhang Dali's opportunity to wait finally came, taking advantage of some people's resting exercises, withstanding the pressure, freeing his right hand, and seeing it, he threw the brick over according to the yellow hair outside the circle.

The effect of the exercise is not covered, this throw, showing steady and ruthless, smashed on the right head of Huang Mao at once, the blood immediately flowed down as if no money, Huang Mao squatted on the ground in pain, covering his hands and screaming.

Seeing that the little boss was injured, how could he not retaliate, the group beating offensive, which had gradually decreased, was immediately presented in the nth power incrementally, and directly knocked Zhang Dali down, and he was punched and kicked, and he was desperately greeted.

Zhang Dali hates! I hate why I can't faint in time like the TV plot, so I don't have to enjoy this unbearable pain, and I hate why I can't get stronger quickly, so that I can solve the situation where people are good and are bullied at this moment.

Unable to fight back, or even unable to defend, he simply relaxed his body and greeted his fists and feet to his heart's content, where he likes to fight, how long he likes to fight, but as if he had figured out something, Zhang Dali suddenly coughed and laughed.

The laughter changed from weak to strong, becoming more and more weird, startling a group of people, after so many years, hurting countless people, and the first time I saw someone laughing, the little hooligan gradually stopped his hand and looked at Zhang Dali for some reason.

There were three people at the scene who saw blood, one was Zhang Dali, and one of his faces was blurred with blood; One is yellow-haired, with a smashed head that breaks the blood flow; Another one is the little hooligan nail who helped, blaming himself for having too long fingernails, hitting too hard and splitting his nails.

Huang Mao is still strong, dedicated, responsible, not panicked, covering the wound on his head with one hand, picking up the wooden pickaxe on the ground with the other, and walking in front of Zhang Dali in three or five steps.

"Laugh at your mother, I'll make you laugh, I'll make you laugh again!" While scolding, Huang Mao picked up the pickaxe and hit Zhang Dali's buttocks, back and head three times, and the beating was muffled, which showed the strength of the force.

It took Zhang Dali half a day to regain his ability to speak, blinking his bloody eyelids, and laughing a few times miserably.

"I'm glad that I'm picking you up a bunch of and scooping the leader! Ahem! Zhang Dali gave a smile to explain profoundly.

These words are really exciting, Huang Mao was furious, and he also felt that Bei'er had no face, so he raised the pickaxe and was about to pick it again, but the clever little rascal A on the side stepped forward to stop him.

"Brother Huang Mao, if you fight again, it will really kill you, and we little people won't be even. The money given by Young Master Wu is not enough to buy a life. ”

It seems that in this gang of little hooligans, Gangster A has always played the role of a staff officer, Huang Mao is quite trustworthy, glared at Gangster A fiercely, and then glared angrily at Zhang Dali, who was lying on the ground like a dead corpse, and finally put down the pickaxe.

Zhang Dali was so good that his ears were sharp, and he immediately asked with great difficulty: "Did Wu Sansi ask you to beat me?" ”

Huang Mao was a little surprised, and pretended to be stupid and asked, "Did you guess it?" "I'll go, I didn't vomit, but this IQ almost made Zhang Dali nauseous and vomited.

Since he is open and honest, Huang Mao simply said: "Ming people don't say dark words, this, and your family, are all to teach you a lesson, don't blame us, collect money to do things, this is the rule." ”

Huang Mao grinned and sore for a while, and continued: "I fought twice, and after fighting for so long, you didn't tell me to spare, so I appreciate the hard-hearted person, and kindly give you a reminder, the rich man's girlfriend is not what you should worry about, how far away can you get in the future!" Let's go! ”

came and rushed, and went in a hurry, Huang Mao's group didn't talk to Zhang Dali for five yuan anymore, and soon disappeared.

It was already dark, and I don't know how long it took, Zhang Dali finally eased his strength, and the blood on his body and face dried up, so he struggled to sit up.

At this time, the three people who had been hiding in the corner of the building dozens of meters away walked over obscenely and tentatively, looking left and right in fear as they walked.

The person who came was none other than two uniformed school police officers of the Medical University, who were actually security guards, and another person, who was also an acquaintance, Old Man Huang, the head of the mailroom of the doorman of the dormitory building of the Medical University where Zhang Dali lived.

Old man Huang wanted to hand over a notice letter from the school dedicated to Zhang Dali, but after looking around, he didn't see Zhang Dali's shadow, and when he returned to the mailroom, he found a group of hooligans smashing vending machines.

Old man Huang is very yellow, not only knows that these vending machines are Zhang Dali's, but also secretly consumes and uses them when the night is dark and the wind is high.

I had no choice but to be timid by nature, and I didn't dare to show my head, so I had to quickly contact the school police security guard who had been patrolling at home. When the security guards were late, they were just in time for Zhang Dali to come back, so the three of them hid in the corner and watched the live broadcast of the group fight.

After making sure that there was no danger, and Zhang Dali sat up to show that he was not dead, the three of them dared to come forward in fear. That's it, security guard B was ashamed, "It's a pity that we're late!" ”

Old man Huang did not forget the political task, and hurriedly stuffed the letter from the school into Zhang Dali's hands.

Zhang Dali wiped off the blood scab that blocked his vision, tore open the school letter, and immediately became happy. "Notice of Probation", Nima, what kind of approach is this?! The reason for the punishment was that Zhang Dali had not attended classes for a long time and had not been engaged in unethical business.

Or will the security guard interrupt and ask without opening his eyes: "Smashed and beaten, why is this?" Zhang Dali was not in the mood to forgive the security guard's Xiao Shenyang dialect.

"Hey, no why, drink cold water and stuff your teeth!"

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