In August of summer, the air in Northeast H City is stuffy, like a stove.

At around 4 pm, in the market next to R&F Mingyuan Community, Taiping District, Lin Jun, who had just returned from another place a week ago, was holding a Zhongnanhai cigarette in his mouth and white velvet gloves in his gloves. He was bent down to clean up the stove of the grilled lamb skewers.

Lin Jun is very strong, about 1.8 meters tall. He is wearing a dirty white hurdle vest on his upper body, green military trousers covered with oil stains on his legs, and a pair of camel sneakers on his feet. Although his hair is short, it is full of smoke and his face is unshaven, which looks very decadent. When others look at him coldly, they all think he looks like a man in his thirties, but in fact, Lin Jun is only twenty-three this year.

After packing up the barbecue stove, Lin Jun lit the coals with a lighter, and then arranged two boxes of mutton skewers and waists and other barbecue items. Finally, he took out twenty mutton skewers and five waists, and began to use rubber boards to preheat the fire.

"Hey, it's pretty early? I didn't eat. I'm so hungry to make up my waist." Zhang Xiaole, who sold lunch boxes in the color steel room next to me, had just arrived at the market to prepare for work, but after he saw Lin Jun from the house, he came over and said with a smile.

Zhang Xiaole is also in her early twenties. She has thick eyebrows and big eyes and a straight face. In addition to being a little thin, she is also quite energetic. When she looked away, she had a bit of Wallace Chung's taste.

"Do you know how to talk? You want my waist. I want to bake a sock for you. Do you want it?" Lin Jun glanced at him and replied with a grin.

He just came to the market and didn't like to speak out, so he now knows someone like Zhang Xiaole. The two of them chat and drink and are friends when they are fine.

"Stop Moji, I'm starving to death, hurry up!"

"Can you still be hungry if you sell boxed lunches?"

"I want to vomit whenever I smell the lunch box now!"

"Haha!" Lin Jun smiled, then took out his waist alone and roasted it on the high heat. He asked Zhang Xiaole casually: "Hey, I asked you to inquire about that matter for me. Have you inquired?"

"I asked you last night, don't say it, a friend of mine really has a dump truck from Foton Oman in his hand! The procedures are complete and the insurance is complete. He drove 60,000 kilometers. The brand he put on last year, he asked for 270,000 yuan. Do you think it's OK?" Zhang Xiaole was wearing a sizzling blue work clothes and drank mineral water while replying.

"It's a bit expensive!" Lin Jun frowned when he heard this price.

"Brother, this car is a job. After you buy it, you don't have to find work by yourself. You just follow the convoy to pick up goods on the construction site. If the owner's younger brother was my good friend, you wouldn't have bought it for 300,000 yuan." Zhang Xiaole explained seriously.

"Then I'll consider it!" Lin Jun licked his lips, feeling that the price was still a bit unacceptable, because he couldn't raise so much money in a short period of time.

"Okay, if you want to buy it, as soon as possible! Now when you are traveling, there are many cars and few jobs." Zhang Xiaole nodded.

"Yeah." Lin Jun responded, but he was also worried about the money.

The barbecue stall industry is not a long-term solution in Lin Jun's mind. The reason why he did this first was because he had just returned from another place and his body and spirit were in a period of exhaustion, so he wanted to adjust himself and let go of himself.

The transportation industry is something Lin Jun is more interested in recently. It invests less and makes money quickly. Although the work is harder, it has certain advantages for personal accumulation and opening up social circles.

The two chatted for a few more simple words, and Lin Jun handed the baked waist to Zhang Xiaole.

"Please brush some candy for me!" Zhang Xiaole pointed to his waist and said.

"Damn it, candy when eating your waist?" Lin Jun was shocked.

"I like to pull out the thread!"

“…It’s really fucking like eating!”

Lin Jun worshipped him and then took a brush and brushed him with candy.

"You make up first, I'll go back and boil the water and wipe the table!" Zhang Xiaole threw down, then turned around and walked into his mobile color steel room.

.........

Lin Jun put Zhang Xiaole's waist aside, then continued to warm up other mutton skewers, and at the same time he was thinking about the funds.

At this moment, three middle-aged people came out of the sauce bone hall behind Lin Jun’s stall. The leader could be thirty-five or six years old. He had an artificial leather bag under his left arm and was wearing a inferior sportswear. He staggered while walking, and put his right arm around a friend and said, “You will find me tomorrow, let’s continue drinking.”

"Dazhuang, have you paid the bill?" my friend drank so hard that he asked with a hard tongue.

"I'm fucking a B. In this market, do I have to spend money on my meal? Fuck!" The middle-aged man who called Dazhuang was extremely domineering, then patted his friend's shoulder and continued, "Come here tomorrow and sell mutton with me!"

"It's OK!" The two friends nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, you guys go first, I'll go back to the warehouse and stare at me." Da Zhuang turned his head and spit out, then walked towards the street by himself.

Dazhuang's two friends left, and the owner of the Jianggu Pavilion stood at the door, staring at Dazhuang's back, and spit out a mouthful of phlegm and scolded: "Fuck you, are you a god-like man? You've been dependent on more than 70 yuan. Can you still afford to live?"

After the boss's wife scolded her, she walked into her own hotel. Lin Jun took the blower wire and was about to go back to the supermarket next to her to borrow a socket for a fee. But when he turned around, his body staggered with a bang, Dazhuang who was not in a straight line at all.

"Are you fucking blind?" Dazhuang took two steps back shakingly, then his eyes were straight and his words cursed in a vulgar manner.

"Sorry." Lin Jun glanced at him, then took a step and continued to move forward.

"Hey, you fucking wait!" Da Zhuang put his left hand in his pocket and his neck tilted, and pushed Lin Jun with his right hand, then continued, "I have sent you two times, you don't want it. What the hell do you mean?"

Lin Jun looked at Dazhuang and frowned and said, "You have drunk too much, go back early!"

"I drank too much your mother! I'll ask you, can you please?" Dazhuang narrowed his ignorant little eyes and stretched out his right hand and pushed Lin Jun again.

Dazhuang helped others sell "mutton" in the market. He had asked Lin Jun twice and asked Lin Jun to sell his mutton. But since his meat had nothing to do with sheep, it was all made of "small animals", so Lin Jun didn't want it.

But everything was only three, and Dazhuang delivered goods twice in a row, but Lin Jun didn't give him any face. Therefore, the matter of his slander Lin Jun was already on the agenda.

"Get out!" Lin Jun was scolded and was silent for three seconds. Then he ignored Dazhuang and walked forward.

"Let me get out? What the hell do you have more than anyone else?" Da Zhuang cursed with alcohol, then staggered forward, raised his leg and kicked the barbecue stove.

"Bang!"

The barbecue stove turned over, and the preheated lamb skewers and coals on it instantly scattered all over the ground. Two pieces of coal with fire also hit Lin Jun's instep.

"I think you don't want to do it anymore!" After Dazhuang kicked over the barbecue stove, he stepped on the cargo box a few more times, then pointed at Lin Jun and cursed: "I tell you, tonight, I will not be able to see it. Go to my warehouse to get the goods! Look at me, can you clear you out of the market in five minutes and it's over!"

Lin Jun glanced at the goods on the ground, then looked at Dazhuang again, with no expression on his face.

"Hold!"

Dazhuang cursed, then turned around and was about to leave.

"Bang!"

Lin Jun suddenly took a step forward, grabbed Da Zhuang's shoulder with his left hand, and then said, "Come on, Brother Zhuang, stop, I will check out the bill for you now and get the goods!"

"You are the one who raises a B-study, you won't be able to become a talent without fighting..." Da Zhuang turned around in a daze.

"Swoosh!"

Lin Jun suddenly grabbed Dazhuang's collar with his left hand, pulled his right arm backwards, and then his fist was accumulating force. After pausing in the air for 0.1 second, he smashed Dazhuang like lightning.

"Bang!"

"Ao!"

Dazhuang screamed, and his body flew half a meter away and hit the ground. The artificial leather bag under his left armpit fell on the coal, and smoke directly burned.

Lin Jun stepped forward expressionlessly. After walking, he grabbed a dollar soda from the coke box on the ground with his right hand, and bounced the unopened bottle cap with one finger with his thumb, then rushed down the bottle mouth and poured out the coke inside.

When Lin Jun walked in front of Dazhuang, the Coke bottle had been emptied!

"Where is my fucking bag?" Da Zhuang was stunned by Lin Jun's punch, and reached out to scratch the ground, trying to pull out the switchblade inside the bag.

"Bang!"

Lin Jun bent down and grabbed Dazhuang's hair, then pointed at him with the bottom of the bottle, and said expressionlessly: "Come on, open your mouth, let me teach you how to speak human words!"

"I...!" Dazhuang raised his head and looked.

"Bang!"

Before Lin Jun could curse his swear words, his thick big hand grabbed the bottle and swung it down. The Coke bottle was directly poured into Dazhuang's mouth, and countless glass fragments splashed out on the spot!

"Ao!" Da Zhuang covered his lips with both hands and let out another scream.

"Brother Zhuang, can you speak human language?" Lin Jun did not move his hands at all. He stood beside Da Zhuang, and kicked Da Zhuang's head one after another with his left leg.

"Jun, what are you doing?" Zhang Xiaole heard the movement outside and ran out immediately, trying to reach out to pull the frame.

"It's okay, we have any problems with our normal communication, so let's talk in a different way!" Lin Jun waved his hand expressionlessly, but his movements under his feet still did not stop.

"Stop it all!"

A crisp scolding sounded from afar. When Lin Jun looked up, he saw two people wearing police uniforms running over, and the leader was still a female policewoman.

After seeing them, Lin Jun immediately stopped his feet.

"What's going on? It's broad daylight, how about using this place as a ring?" The male policeman next to the female policeman ran over, then frowned and glanced at the scene, and immediately asked with a face.

"Police Officer Wang! This B is so cruel. You can use me as a penalty kick! Look, I'm so dry, my teeth are all over my nose..." Dazhuang covered his lips and sat on the ground in a vague manner and shouted.

"You're fighting?" the policewoman asked Lin Jun with his eyebrows raised.

"He kicked my stove first!" Lin Jun looked up at the policewoman and replied in a plain tone.

"Let's go, change the place and let you sober up!" The male policeman pointed at Dazhuang and said, then rushed towards Lin Jun and continued, "You can follow too!"
Chapter completed!