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The roar of excavators and heavy trucks is endless. The gray-white dust, under the scorching sun, gives people a feeling of dry heat.

Covered in gray and white* dust, workers wearing hard hats and vests, pushing carts, are busy transporting limestone ore to trucks.

At this time, a young man in his early twenties, wearing jeans and tourist shoes, walked into the mine.

"Yo, Xiao Yang, here you go again?"

"What now?"

"Have you found a new job?"

Along the way, the workers greeted Yang Haoran with a smile.

Yang Haoran also smiled and greeted these workers one by one.

After that, he grabbed a co-worker, walked aside, took out a cloud cigarette that he was reluctant to smoke, and handed it to him.

"What a smoke!"

The worker pinched his cigarette and glanced at the small print on the filter. He put it under his nose again, sniffed it vigorously, and praised it.

Yang Haoran took out a lighter and lit it for him.

The worker took a hard breath and gently exhaled the pale blue smoke with a look of enjoyment.

"Brother Zhang, I want to ask you something."

Yang Haoran turned his head, glanced at the building not far away, and asked the worker in a low voice, "Is the boss there?" ”

"Yes, I just came back today!"

When the worker heard this, he looked a little nervous, looked back at the blue and white office building, and said in a low voice.

"That's good!"

Yang Haoran breathed a sigh of relief.

He came to the mine at the age of sixteen and worked for five years. However, in five years, he never received a salary. Every time I look for a boss, either the boss is not there, or the boss shirks it with various excuses. What finances are not there, the funds are not in place, and wait, and wait for the end of the year to send it to you.

In this way, it dragged on for five whole years.

A month ago, Yang Haoran's sister was admitted to university and was in urgent need of a sum of money. So Yang Haoran found the leader again, and then was again shirked by the leader on the grounds that the mine funds were not in place.

Yang Haoran said it badly, but the other party just refused to let go. Yang Haoran had no choice but to go back again. But the next day, the boss fired Yang Haoran for personal gain and stole the company's finances and transferred him to the police station.

After a few days of detention, the police station released Yang Haoran on the grounds that there was insufficient evidence. Today, Yang Haoran came to the door again. He secretly made up his mind in his heart that if the other party didn't give him a son, he wanted him to look good.

After chatting with Brother Zhang for a while, Yang Haoran patted Brother Zhang's shoulder, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and walked towards the office building.

It is a makeshift office building with no decoration in it. Not even the floor is paved, and the cement is exposed, making it look like a long-abandoned building. The first floor of the building is stacked with engineering equipment, the second floor is the staff dormitory to the west, and the office area is to the east.

Yang Haoran, who was very familiar with this floor, stepped directly on the stairs to the second floor. After glancing left and right, he went straight to the factory director's office to the east.

When he arrived at the door, Yang Haoran heard that the factory director was chatting with people inside.

They seemed to be chatting happily, with occasional bursts of laughter.

"I'm so happy!"

Yang Haoran sneered and pushed the door open.

In the room, the balding factory director was chatting with a man in his fifties. A man in his twenties sat on the sidelines, smiling and listening to their conversation.

This person Yang Haoran knew.

He is a leader in charge of land and resources in the city, named Liu Neng. The man sitting next to him was his driver and secretary.

On the table, there are cooked food, cold dishes, and a few bottles of Moutai worth tens of thousands.

Seeing someone coming in, Liu Neng's face suddenly darkened.

He stared at the factory director, his eyes full of questioning. It seems to say, how do you do it, how can someone come in casually.

When Wang Zhendong, the director of the factory, saw Yang Haoran come in, his face also changed. He got up, pointed at Yang Haoran and said, "Why did you come in, who let you in?" Get out! ”

Yang Haoran provoked a smile at the corner of his mouth, and looked lazily at the factory director Wang Zhendong and said: "Factory director, don't worry, I will leave soon, as long as you pay me a salary!" ”

"What salary?"

Wang Zhendong sneered: "You stole things from the mine, I haven't settled accounts with you yet, do you still have the face to ask for wages?" ”

Yang Haoran squinted his eyes, stared at Wang Zhendong with a fearless expression, and said lightly: "So, are you going to give it?" ”

"I'll give you a request!"

Wang Zhendong sneered.

Yang Haoran smiled and nodded. He glanced at Wang Zhendong, who had a fierce face, shrugged his shoulders, and turned around and walked towards the door.

However, just when Wang Zhendong thought that Yang Haoran was leaving.

Yang Haoran, who walked to the door, suddenly stretched out his hand and closed the door.

After that, he suddenly turned around and rushed in front of Wang Zhendong with a lightning step.

Before Wang Zhendong could react, Yang Haoran smashed a punch on Wang Zhendong's face.

Bang.

Wang Zhendong, who was caught off guard, was staggered by a punch and fell to the ground.

"I'm grass, if you dare to beat Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will kill ......"

Wang Zhendong, who reacted, grabbed the ashtray at hand, got up on the table, and prepared to smash it. However, at the moment when he just sat up, Yang Haoran stepped forward and kicked him in front of him.

Bang......

Wang Zhendong was kicked head-on, kicked his head back, and blood spurted out of his mouth and nose.

Yang Haoran flew up and kicked the ashtray in his hand. Then he picked up the wine bottle on the table and smashed it Wang Zhendong's face.

**, I don't pay back the money I owe to Lao Tzu, and I dare to frame Lao Tzu for theft. I'll fuck your mother, and now you dare to scold Lao Tzu, I'm grass! ”

After a few muffled thuds, the bottle shattered.

Yang Haoran threw away the half-cut bottle in his hand, grabbed a few tissues on the table, and wiped the blood on his hands. Then he raised his foot angrily and kicked Wang Zhendong, who was covered with blood and couldn't move, to the corner.

When he turned around, he saw Liu Neng and his secretary, their faces were pale, and their eyes were looking at him with trepidation.

Yang Haoran bent down and grabbed the Chinese cigarette on the table, took out one and lit it. After exhaling a breath, he pointed to Wang Zhendong in the corner of the wall and said to Liu Neng: "He owes me money!" ”

Liu Neng's eyes were full of fear, looking at Yang Haoran with a calm face, his lips moved, and he didn't say a word.

Yang Haoran glanced at Liu Neng lightly, and then, after spitting at Wang Zhendong in the corner, he threw away the bloodstained facial tissue in his hand and walked out of the office with a swagger.

went down the stairs and walked to the door, Yang Haoran said hello to the unaware security guard, and then walked away.

When he walked to the gate of the mine, Yang Haoran saw a black BMW, raising dust all the way, and driving towards here. Yang Haoran's eyes moved, trotted a few steps, ran to the middle of the road, and blocked the way.

The BMW stopped, the door opened, and a teenager in his twenties, with dyed yellow hair, walked out with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Grass mud horse, I want to die!!"

The boy threw away his cigarette and walked over menacingly.

However, just as he rolled up his cuffs and was ready to make a move. Yang Haoran suddenly took the lead, suddenly got up, and kicked the yellow-haired boy's calf bone.

The boy screamed and leaned forward.

Yang Haoran grabbed the other party's hair, raised his knees, and pushed hard.

With a bang, the boy spurted blood from his mouth and nose and fell to the ground on his back.

"With your old man, a virtue, owe a beating!"

Yang Haoran glanced at the young man who was lying on the side of the road, humming and chirping, swaggered towards the BMW, opened the door and sat in.

After fastening his seat belt, Yang Haoran twisted the reverse disc neatly, drove Wang Zhendong's BMW, and turned around and headed towards the national highway in the distance.

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