Chapter 78: Article 8 (1)

Chen Yan and I didn't speak, just listened to this guy panting, and slowly talking here, I finally got to know the person of Hachijo on this side.

Barty's background is relatively poor, and his family background is not very good, his father is a local policeman, an old criminal policeman for many years, an old criminal policeman of that era, the salary is not very high, barely supporting a family of four, you know, the criminal police is a very, very hateful profession, Hachijo's father is upright, upright, and when he is working, he will inevitably offend some people, so Hachijo's father has always been excluded, and there is no chance of promotion in his life.

Finally one day,The father of the lonely Hachijo was left alone.,Targeted by a local evil force.,Out of revenge,The old criminal policeman was beaten to death.,At this time,Hachijo was only 14 years old.,And Hachijo's brother,It's this guy who fell to the ground and was struggling to breathe.,At this time, it's just starting college.,It's the brother of Hachijo who is in his prime.,And Hachijo,Fourteen-year-old shoulders,Bear all the pressure,It is conceivable that for this family, What a pressure it would be.

The young and old Hachijo shouldered the burden of all the family, and during the day, he went to the freight yard to unload the truck, and after unloading a truck of goods with hard work, the foreman would only give him a pitiful 20 yuan, and this 20 yuan also made Hachijo feel quite happy.

20 yuan, first of all, can let the stimulated deranged mother drink a bowl of millet porridge when she is hungry, and then, buy herself two steamed buns and a bag of mustard, and the last part is kept for his eldest brother who goes to college.

Hachijo especially respects his eldest brother.,This big brother of his own.,It's a role model that he admires.,Admitted to a prestigious university with excellent grades.,Recently, the eldest brother wrote back.,It seems that he is the president of something.。 I can't figure it out anyway.

At noon on this day, Hachijo was still squatting under the big wall of the logistics market, his hands in his sleeves, shivering from the cold, and the sun in winter was also frozen to the point of no energy, so he hung weakly in the sky. A few middle-aged men around him, holding cigarette rolls, said some meat jokes to each other, three sentences are inseparable from the diet of men and women, and the little leftover steamed buns that the vegetable sprouts ate in the morning are now about to be digested.

At this time, a semi-trailer train drove into the logistics plant, often mixed in this place people, immediately came to the spirit, the so-called experts, is in an industry for a long time, know some subtle tricks of the industry, take this car as an example, the car looks full, the goods on it even beyond the guardrail of the carriage, covered with a huge green canvas, but the tires of the car look, not very pressed, the discerning person can see it at a glance, I'm afraid this car is loaded with some light goods, if the salary is calculated by the car, then this trip should be very easy.

The people who had just been squatting at the base of the wall rushed up and rushed in the direction of the truck. The owner of this car is also a person who understands, and knows that there is that kind of snake-like existence in these guys, so he waved his hand in disgust and said, "Damn, stay away from me!" You broke the goods on it, can you afford to pay for it? ”

At this time, someone in the crowd below immediately agreed, and he shouted loudly: "Boss Huang, just look at it, our brothers, we will definitely be careful, we have unloaded the goods for you for so long, are you Boss Huang still not clear about the quasi-head in your hand?" ”

Boss Huang took a closer look at the person who spoke, and only then did he recognize that this guy is the boss of this piece of scattered porters, and also the head snake of this piece, this person and his difficulty, but there is no other way, this factory does not have a particularly professional logistics forklift, and all loading and unloading work must be completed manually. Boss Huang knows this guy, this guy has a nickname, called Ground Cannon, and he is a guy who doesn't skimp.

Boss Huang sighed in his heart, but he had no choice but to shout loudly: "I will use 20 people to unload the goods for me in two hours." The price is according to the rules. ”

Boss Huang sighed and went straight into the cab of the truck, because he knew what was going to happen next.

Suddenly, just as Boss Huang thought, these unorganized porters began to have quarrels.

Around this truck, there are about 30 people around, many people want to quickly seize the 20 places, there is an unwritten rule, that is, whoever moves the goods to the hand first, who will be counted to the quota, eight will naturally not give up this opportunity, plus their own skills are still relatively agile, directly use both hands and feet, along the hemp rope tied to the canvas, and climb up. But before he could pick up the first box, he was grabbed by the ankle.

Hachijo felt his body sink down, and when he looked down, he saw a man wearing a torn jacket with cotton in his arms, looking at Hachijo with bared teeth, and said, "Boy, give me the fuck........ Get down!!!! ”

Before Hachijo could speak, the hand holding the rope in his hand took off, no wonder, Hachijo at this time was still very thin, and in addition, Hachijo at this time was so hungry that he had almost no strength. He fell heavily to the ground. The people around didn't pay attention to the two people, and still climbed into the car on their own. Hachijo's face was full of resentment, and he just stared at this guy's face, his eyes full of murderous energy.

The guy looked at Hachijo lying on the ground, spat at Hachijo fiercely, and said, "You're fucking unconvinced, aren't you?" Look at me? You deserve to be beaten! ”

Hachijo hated and annoyed in his heart, looking at this oily man, knowing that he couldn't beat him, but he still glared at him viciously, "Yohe, don't accept it?" You're a little guy who doesn't accept it? As he spoke, he added his fists and kicks to the sprouts that fell to the ground. Caiya is only 14 years old, and instinctively, Caiya wants to cry, but his father's words in the early years echoed in his ears.

"A person who is cowardly in itself does not deserve pity."

Caiya closed her eyes fiercely, hugged her head tightly, protected her back, and endured the beating with tears that had been accumulated for a long time.

At this time, there was a person who was a little older, this person still had a little bit of Luo Guo, looked at the indifferent eyes all around, sighed, and wanted to come up to persuade him, but he didn't dare, just stood far away, and interjected: "Dog, it's almost okay, the poor don't help the poor, who helps whom?" ”

"Get out of the way, old miscellaneous, no matter how much you talk, be careful that Lao Tzu smashes your Luo pot flat!"