Chapter Seventy-Five: Village Tyrant Sun Qiang
This night, the two big men in the family are very particular, and they slept on the floor all night, and it was the back pain.
"Dad, why are you covered in rice husks, did you go into the barn last night?"
"Ahh What, there was always the sound of rats in the barn last night, I thought about it and went to see it, but I didn't expect that there were really two big black rats! I'm tired enough! Alas, why do you still have some mud on you? β
"Ahhh What's that, the bed was too small last night, I don't sleep outside, I fell to the ground as soon as I rolled, and I haven't washed the mud yet! β
Weave! Continue to make it, the two men are trying to make it up for their own face.
Only the women who knew the situation secretly laughed in their hearts, but Jiang Tan also felt more and more that Zhou Fan was more interesting, more interesting than all the people she had seen combined.
"Dad! I drove out for two walks after dinner, and I didn't walk around the village road when I came back. β
In fact, Zhou Fan wanted to drive his Bugatti Veyron on the way to the village.
"Okay, you can drive slowly, although there are no cars in the village these days, you should be slower!"
"Okay, got it."
Zhou Fan took a meat bun in his mouth and ran back to his place where he parked Bugatti.
After a while, I found that the place was a mess, with all kinds of packaging and plastic foam scattered all over the place, and only two old people were taking care of it.
"Uncle, I'm so sorry! I'm sorry for the trouble! β
"Don't bother, don't bother, I also took your microwave oven, and I can eat a mouthful of hot food when I come back from working in the field!"
But Zhou Fan still wrapped two red envelopes of one thousand, and took two good cigarettes from the car and stuffed them into the arms of the two old men.
"Uncle, I'll go out for a walk first, you have to be careful!"
"Okay."
Zhou Fan drove the Bugatti Veyron convertible version on the country road neither fast nor slow, and suddenly two vans came from the opposite side at high speed!
The van saw that Bugatti didn't slow down at all, and drove straight towards Bugatti.
Just as they were about to collide, only a few screeching brakes were heard, and a few deep brake marks flowed down the only concrete road in the village.
In the van.
"Hahaha, Brother Sun, the rich second generation in this car is probably scared, but who, come to this place to show off your wealth."
"Hahaha, when it comes to my Sun Qiang's territory, he is a dragon, and he has to be coiled for me! Let's go, little ones, teach this rich second generation a lesson and see if you can get some benefits. β
Sitting in the driver's seat, a fat man with a scar on his face, leaking his upper body, and his seat belt was not fastened, and he dared to drive a van with a pair of slippers.
Sun Qiang opened the car door, and with an order, more than twenty tall, short, fat and thin street runners got out of the two vans in an instant, with a look of obscenity that he thought he was very dragged on.
"Come down! Standing in the way of our brother Sun, he can't come down and apologize! β
Zhou Fan put down the mobile phone in his hand and opened the car door, with an expression like a barking dog.
"What kind of expression do you TM, you kid is very dragged!"
"Oops! Liuzi, we are also civilized people, don't swear at every turn, in this way, if you pay our brother hundreds of thousands, it will be like a fart, and we will let you go! What do you think? β
Zhou Fan was still leaning against the car door with a sneer on his face, and he didn't take the twenty or so people in front of him in his eyes at all!
"Damn, don't you take Lao Tzu seriously? I'm special, the little ones are on Lao Tzu! β
Sun Qiang saw Zhou Fan's underwhelming face, he was so angry that he trembled, and with an order, his strange-looking subordinates rushed towards Zhou Fan's Bugatti like madmen from behind him.
Zhou Fan sat in the car in a chic manner, took the door around, locked the door, silently stretched out a middle finger, lowered the seat, and lay down to rest.
A happy day can't be ruined by so many unobtrusive thugs, you have to be calm, a mature rich man, can't be angry because of one or two clowns who are shouting, he can't do it.
A few thugs around, holding all kinds of tools in their hands, ran over with great momentum, but none of them dared to do anything.
Why? Because this car looks like it's a piece of paint, they can't afford to pay for it for the rest of their lives!
Sun Qiang looked at his subordinates who were not angry, and his teeth were about to be crushed, what a bunch of waste!
Sun Qiang snatched the steel pipe from a person's hand, and even kicked the two thin men in front of him away.
"Get out, a few useless things, you don't dare to smash a king eight shells! Look at me! β
Sun Qiang's face was hideous, and he shook the steel pipe in his hand with his own milking strength.
Whirring wind.
A dull thud followed.
Sun Qiang: I hit the Bugatti's side window hard with this steel pipe.
But when the steel pipe is removed, there is not even a scratch?
Sun Qiang grinned and hugged his big fat hand.
His hands were numbed by the anti-shock force of the steel pipe.
"Still stunned? Smash it for Lao Tzu! β
This person started, coupled with Sun Qiang's mournful roar, everyone raised their 'weapons' in their hands and prepared to fall towards Bugatti.
"Drop!"
A few shrill whistles broke the silence on the field, and I saw a pair of luxury cars parked behind me!
Sun Qiang was deflated in front of his younger brother, and he was not angry. Holding the steel pipe in his hand, he walked to the back convoy.
"Damn, didn't you see that Lao Tzu was busy! Stay for Lao Tzu, and go back to collect your protection money! β
However, the more he spoke, the quieter his voice became, and even Sun Qiang took a few steps back.
It's not why, just because a two-meter-tall strong man wearing sunglasses got out of the car, wearing a smart shirt, and the muscles on his body were bursting, just one biceps muscle alone could be as thick as the two steel pipes in Sun Qiang's hand.
The strong man walked slowly in front of Sun Qiang, took the steel pipe in Sun Qiang's hand, and a strong steel pipe was actually bent throughout. In the blink of an eye, it became a piece of scrap metal.
"This, this, big brother! If we have something to say, let's get out of the way, if it weren't for this car in the way, we wouldn't be here to stand in the way! β
Sun Qiang wanted to attract the attention of the strong man to Bugatti next to him, but this made the strong man laugh.
The strong man said in broken Chinese.
"The car, the owner, me, the boss!"
Even if Sun Qiang is no longer educated, these four words will always make a sentence!
In an instant, Sun Qiang's legs trembled as if he had an engine.
Everyone behind the strong man walked into the crowd, one person with one hand, just like carrying a chick, no matter how the gangster struggled, he couldn't escape the iron claws around his neck.
"Okay, let's drive the car back to the two of them, and this group of people will be tied up and brought to the center of my village later."
βYES,BOSS!β
A team of people is well-trained, and they took out the plastic cable tie they carried with them and tied them to the back of the car.
All the cars turn around, the striker becomes the defender, the defender becomes the striker, and the road home!