Chapter 220: All Beings Are Profitable

Ignored!

Zhu Yuncong never thought that he would be ignored by the two students in front of him, and ignored by the classmates who had just soaked in Mazi!

In this part of the university district, no one can be so unsympathetic, right?

"Stop!"

The younger brother didn't expect these two guys to be so unpopular......

At this time, Wang Dexing had already woken up for the most part, and remembered what the identity of the person surnamed Zhu on the other side was!

"Wu Dong, Wu Dong, it's not so wonderful today, this surname Zhu is Zhu Dashao, who has swept the university district in the past six months, and Zhu Dashao, who specializes in selling fans to students!

This guy's father is the famous Mr. Yu in the three eastern provinces, speaking of which, this Zhu Dashao is the second generation of the black who is serious. has been in the rivers and lakes for the past two years, and he has the idea of taking over his father's class. The Agricultural Technical College could no longer accommodate him, and even the Lianli University next door became his territory.

Wu Dong listened to Wang Dexing's explanation, and then he kind of understood why this guy was so arrogant.

The people on the other side shouted that they had already surrounded Wu Dong and Wang Dexing, and a few of them had already copied out the steel pipe hidden behind them.

"Take money, take medicine, let's talk about anything. Otherwise, it will be impossible for the two of you to go out in a hurry! ā€

Zhu Yuncong's spirit is sky-high, and he has the pride of a generation of new bosses.

The little brother next to him lit a cigarette for him, spit out a circle, and looked at the two disobedient students very smugly.

was surrounded, Wang Dexing was really a little scared.

"What, what to do?"

Wu Dong turned around and looked at Zhu Yuncong.

"Want to fight? Then hurry up, brother doesn't have the time to grind your teeth here with you. ā€

"I'm cĒŽo, it's still a hard stubble, brothers, do him, cut off your limbs first!" The guy behind Zhu Yuncong was in a hurry, and he had seen a lot of tough ones after more than half a year, but none of them had taken the initiative to make an appointment!

More than a dozen thin men in black T-shirts immediately rushed up with all kinds of swearing.

Wu Dong pushed Wang Dexing to the wall, and then shot!

One punch, one kick......

One at a time, more than a dozen young people, all of them fell to the ground in less than ten seconds, either with broken arms or legs.

Only Zhu Yuncong was left, and he could still stand there, but his expression was completely stunned!

Wang Dexing, who didn't know what to do behind him, also froze,

He only saw Wu Dong's figure shake a few times, and then the thugs around him all fell?

Zhu Yuncong is not mentally prepared for this!

"You, you!"

Wu Dong grabbed the neck of this goods!

"The surname is Zhu, I don't care what you do, but don't mess with me! Today is just a small warning to you, I tell you that from today onwards my classmates and friends will send you to hell if any more trouble! Get lost! ā€

I cĒŽo...... Zhu Yuncong scolded in his heart.

At this time, I was a little relieved, and this classmate who felt for Fang Fang was so able to fight.

He has never seen such a person who can fight!

What to do?

Before he could react, Wu Dong had already kicked over!

Bang!

Fall into the crowd.

Broken leg bone!

The pain came like a heart.

Zhu Yuncong held his thighs and screamed like a pig.

Wang Dexing simply turned into a wooden man, and there were a few passers-by watching from afar, but after Wu Dong beat everyone, those people also ran away early......

It wasn't until he returned to the KTV room that Wang Dexing came back to his senses, "Wu, Wu Dong, you, you are skilled...... Could it be that you are taking a leave of absence to go to Shaolin Temple to learn art? ā€

"What less Lin Temple, hehe, let's go, it's almost time, wake up the classmates and send you back to school."

Wu Dong didn't want to use life particles to relieve these classmates at first, but suddenly encountered such a thing, there were more than a dozen guys with broken arms and legs outside, so it was better for the classmates to be sober.

A glass of water per person, and two minutes later, a bunch of men who were already lying on the couch stood up one after another.

I can't sing anymore, Wang Dexing also called a few brothers one by one, go out, take a taxi, and go back to school.

Wu Dong was on the last car and followed, until he saw that they had all returned to school, and then he went home with confidence.

Schoolmate......

Sitting in the taxi, Wu Dong was thinking about tonight and the scene of attending the high school reunion before.

Looking aimlessly at this familiar and unfamiliar city.

Thinking about the many things that have happened in the past few days, I didn't expect the outside world to be so "wonderful!" ā€

All beings are for the sake of profit!

All beings are crazy about profit!

The third-and-a-half-level civilized world cannot avoid the word "profit." Even students began to poison and harm others for money...... It's speechless.

This is a socialist society!

This is a motherland known for its stability, safety, and peace!

I wonder if this is the case in other countries...... United States? I heard that people are being shot every day.

Germany? It doesn't seem to be peaceful.

Come on, these are not under my Wu Dong's control, the hearts of the people in the world are the most difficult to understand, not to mention any doctrine - faith is the most unreliable.

Wu Dong is not ready to waste time on such useless parties, drinking, and singing, even if he is invited by his best classmates and buddies, he will not participate again.

How much time can you have in life?

In life, how much youth can be so wasted?

Do young people have the capital to waste their lives?

It's not eating, drinking, playing, soaking girls, attracting fans, fighting...... Get together, don't study how to make life more meaningful, and don't even have a low-level life goal of how to make money, some are just who is good with whom, whose dad is rich, whose horse and who went to open a house, which game and what new equipment is online, who grabbed how many WeChat red envelopes, which NBA star has transferred to which team, which strange girl has appeared, and what new car has Toyota launched......

Either it is all kinds of hatred-hatred officials, I feel that all the officials in the world are corrupt officials, and they scold them, especially the principals and directors of their own schools, etc., who do not have any good things, not only collect money and gifts but also buy girls' first nights.

If it's a hatred of the rich. While talking, although the two classmates bluntly said that they were not talking about Wu Dong, but outside the words, they put the suffering of being a migrant worker and the traitor of being a businessman together, there is no business in the world, no work, no hardship, this ** socialist country is now not the master of workers and peasants, but the world of capitalists...... Even more radical people want to retake the route of fighting local tyrants and dividing up the land in the red era...... Wu Dong smiled wryly at that time.

Human nature has always been like this. It is the distinction of classes that will never be eliminated, and the difference between people that will never disappear. There is fairness, but there will never be equality.

It's a pity that these young students think about these things every day...... Their time is spent playing games and making girls, but how can they have the idea of being responsible for their youth?

Think about your former classmates, maybe one out of fifty classmates is serious about studying, right?

Along the way, looking at the neon-shining, bustling city like the sea, Wu Dong's heart completely gathered to his business.

Evolve, accelerate evolution! That's what I'm supposed to do, catch up, drink, chat, or whatever, and not fight with mercenary idiots.

What is the most precious?

For life, it's not money.

It's time. (To be continued.) )