Huang Dakui, who had a bruised nose and swollen face and was beaten into a pig's head, lay on the ground in a very aggrieved manner, found a fairly clean insulation board to put it underneath, wrote the IOU on the spot, signed the letters, pressed the fingerprints, and respectfully answered it to Zhao Fanchen with both hands: "Brother Xiaofan, you have finished writing, do you think it's like?"

"Okay, get out." He kicked Huang Dakui over and Zhao Fanchen handed the IOU to Zhang Youcai.

"Brother Xiaofan, just let him go?" Abin obviously didn't have fun. He grabbed Huang Dakui's collar and still didn't plan to let him go.

He shook his head and sneered. Zhang Youcai didn't want to cause trouble. He had already dissuaded Zhao Fanchen twice. Zhao Fanchen could not hear Zhang Youcai's words and just scrapped the person directly. If you say that you can let Huang Dakui use the hard-earned money of migrant workers to have fun and have fun. That's not Zhao Fanchen's character. He winked at Abin. This person is worthy of deep friendship: "Please take away the person!"

"Okay!" A happy face, Abin naturally understood what Zhao Fanchen meant. He mobilized a group of people to bring more than 200 people. He couldn't go back without gains. The top leader asked all the gangsters under his command to retreat: "Brother Xiaofan, I'll retreat first, I'll take away the people. Brother I'll still say the same thing. If you have something to do, please come immediately, without hesitation."

Abin, with more than two hundred people, rolled up a stream of dust in the sky and left. Zhao Fanchen, a migrant worker brought by Huang Dakui, did not make things difficult for them, and let them all disperse.

"Xiaofan, you are so awesome. Are you all the gangsters on the road? When did you get involved with the gangsters? They all called Xiaofan Brother. This is more appealing than the village heads of our village!"

"Brother Xiaofan, I heard that the underworld on the scenes will cost a lot of money. Why do you settle a bottle of beer or a cigarette? Otherwise, we will follow you in the future. This matter is too beautiful today, and it's so fucking to relieve you."

Twenty young men gathered around and shouted in a verbal voice, looking excited, happier than getting the money.

Zhang Youcai took out his notes and put them in the account and sent all 200,000 cash to everyone: "Oh, I'm sorry, brothers, I'm not capable, I'm leading everyone out to work and make a living. It's not easy for everyone at home, and the salary has been owed for so long. If it weren't for Xiaofan today, I'd probably have lost the project and I wouldn't have gotten back so much money. With the remaining money, I can go to the project department to find them officials. Everyone should send the money back to their homes. Those who should treat the elderly, and those who should pay the tuition to the children should not delay the children's school."

"Uncle Zhang, you dare not say that. If you hadn't been to the big city in the past few years and had you found work for us and taken care of us, I'm afraid the family would have been unable to get rid of the blame. We all remember your love in our hearts."

"Yes, Uncle Zhang, we are not the kind of people who are unreasonable. You have helped us a lot in the past few years, and everyone is grateful to you in the bottom of their hearts."

A group of strong men in their twenties felt a little sore in their noses. If they meet a foreman as kind as Zhang Youcai these days, they will burn high incense.

"Okay, don't be sad. You're so excited at such a young age. There's still a long time to go. Let's treat you, move the beer back to the shed, get some cooked food, and let's drink." Zhao Fanchen waved his hand, quite generous, and almost caught up with the spirit of a hero in Liangshan. Before leaving, he reminded the more than 30 street hooligans: "I can't carry the sand and cement. If anyone leaves, I will break his legs."

The sand and cement had to be carried directly from the ground to the twenty-two floors. More than thirty bastards had the intention of hitting the wall with their heads. They almost regretted the situation. They had long greeted all the female direct relatives of the 18th generation of the ancestors of the little bastard who was already lying in the hospital.

Abin dragged Huang Dakui into the car and stuffed it directly into the trunk. A team of people left the development zone in a storm and walked about dozens of kilometers. A little brother said that he knew there was a place that was very suitable, so Abin asked someone to drive the brand new Honda to the bumpy road. He walked about a few hundred meters. Not far away was the farmland. There was a pig farm around him. A fishy stench came. There was a stinky ditch on the side of the road. It was not deep. If people were to fall down, they could not reach their waists. It was full of feces from pork chops in the pig farm. When it was sunburned, it seemed to ferment. A nauseating strong smell of urine filled the air.

Abin asked someone to drag Huang Dakui out of the trunk: "As long as you don't kill someone, you can beat him no matter how you beat him. After he finishes, throw him into the dung ditch. Don't drown him. You go and say hello to the boss of the pig farm, and say we want to spend the night in his pigpen."

Huang Dakui, who was covered in dust, was about to open his mouth and talk, but half of the steel pipe was stuffed into his mouth. Then a black tiger's heart was touched by the lower abdomen. Huang Dakui's eyes fell down on the spot, and he could only keep making a whimpering sound from his mouth.

Several younger brothers were holding steel pipes in their hands and hit Huang Dakui who was tilted to the ground like a storm. They were all veterans of hitting people and would never kill people, but they could make you feel the piercing pain and torture. After a while, Huang Dakui's obese body was kicked directly into the feces ditch by several gangsters.

With a thud, Huang Dakui fell into the feces ditch and splashed a piece of viscous feces. After half an hour of thudding, Huang Dakui was caught up. He had just taken a few breaths and was kicked down again. After repeated this many times, Huang Dakui, who could no longer tell whether it was a human or a feces, was packed by several gangsters into a snakeskin bag of pig feed borrowed from the pig farm and threw it into the sow pen.

When the pig farm owner saw these people tattoos and tattoos, with long hair, and a bad young man with a bad look on his face, he understood that he was a gangster. He dared to say no, and he could do whatever he could do. After doing this, he spat at Huang Dakui in the snakeskin bag, and Abin took his subordinates away.

A few strong men took the money given by Zhao Fanchen and bought a few roast chicken and roast duck in the deli restaurant next to the construction site. They made ten kilograms of pork head meat, ten kilograms of beef, fried peanuts, and some cold dishes for wine, pork elbows, etc. Before leaving, Zhao Fanchen asked them to buy watermelons at the entrance of the construction site and brought back two sacks of watermelon. Several people bought some chicken claws, spicy strips, braised eggs, ham sausages and other dishes in the small shop. The whole box of beer was moved into the shed, and the food and beer in the small shop were emptied.

Seeing people moving beer, buying meat, roast chicken, roast duck, and pork head meat, and emptied the convenience store for others, and carrying watermelons into the mobile house in a sack, the migrant workers in the sheds next to them had long been jealous, and they were so angry! Looking at the boiled cabbage and potatoes in the foreign porcelain basin, they were reluctant to put some chili peppers. They kept scolding the stinky foreman who squeezed hardships in the black boss, and they still had the intention to eat this food that was better than pig food!

In the mobile room, move the shelf and bed to free up the space, spread the fertilizer bags on the ground, and put all the food and drink on it. More than 20 young men, shirtless, exposed their dark and strong muscles, sat on a small stool with their own hands, each holding a bottle of beer in his hand, siegeing the city, grabbing it directly, eating meat and drinking a big bowl, and it's almost like gold and silver. The heroic and toughness of the scene should not be as strong as the heroes on the Shuibo Liangshan Mountain back then.

For a long time, there was no oily food on the construction site. People who ate were exhausted and exhausted. They all ate big pots, saying that there was meat. A piece of meat the size of a palm was placed in the big pot where dozens of people ate. After entering, they couldn't even find Xingzi. All day except for cabbage, they cook potatoes with potatoes that cost five yuan a sack, and then cook potatoes with potatoes that could not be bitten even. Everyone had already faded out of their mouths. The construction site that improved their lives once a month was good. Everyone was doing a strong job, boiling cabbage and potatoes with boiling water all day long. For a long time, their body would have been disastrous. If they hadn't suffered from suffering at home since childhood, their body would have been dragged down. The key was that there was no oil and water.

There was noisy in the shed, and beer foam splashed, and everyone blew directly at the bottle. Everyone's face was filled with a happy and relaxed smile. When the meat was full, they drank enough wine. They all had red faces and thick necks. More than 20 beer bottles collided together, and the orange-yellow beer foam splashed out. Everyone drank happily and full of passion.

Raising the beer bottle, Zhao Fanchen whispered loudly: "Today, everything is enough. Everyone has opened their stomachs and ate, and they have to drink hard. They can make everything they eat and drink hard. If they are not enough, let's go out and buy it. Brothers, let's go."

Everyone let out a shocking cheer, raised the bottles of wine and collided together, and life seemed to be everywhere like the sunshine outside. With the flying foam of beer, the scorching sunshine outside seemed to become brighter.

After scanning his eyes, Zhao Fanchen sipped his beer and found that the thin and thin figure of the dog baby seemed a little lonely and lonely at this time, sitting alone at the door of the mobile room, lowering his head and letting everyone drink it first. Zhao Fanchen grabbed a roast chicken, carried a bottle of beer and walked over. Zhang Shengli next to him looked at it dimly, and said nothing.

"Go, goat, eat meat. When you grow up, you have to eat more meat. Why don't you drink? What's wrong? Tell me if you have anything to do." Zhao Fanchen sat next to Goat's stool and stuffed Goat a roast chicken and a bottle of beer.

I saw four ham sausages in Gouwa's arms, but he didn't eat them, and gnawed a piece of bread alone. Seeing Zhao Fanchen coming, I hurriedly pulled a handful of sleeves on my eyes, and showed a simple and simple smile at Zhao Fanchen. I didn't go to pick up roast chicken and beer. I said in a low voice: "Brother Xiaofan, when I left home, my mother said that I can't drink outside and can't cause trouble for the second uncle."

Gouwa's expression suddenly dimmed. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his head and looked at Zhao Fanchen and whispered: "Brother Xiaofan, can I keep these ham sausages for my mother and my sister? They have never eaten them yet."
Chapter completed!