Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Zhang Mazi brought two thugs and beat Yang Laosan up.

The other rascals watched the fun with smiles on their faces.

Yang Laosan was being beaten and no one tried to stop him.

There were even some who gloated over his misfortune and asked Zhang Mazi if he was hungry and why he had no energy to beat people.

It was not until Yang Laosan was beaten with blood all over his face that Zhang Mazi stopped the two thugs with a wave of his hand.

"Okay, let's teach Yang Lao San a lesson today.

Yang Laosan, if you dare to yell at me again next time, I will beat the shit out of you.

Did you hear me?

I asked you if you heard me. "

Yang Laosan held his head, sobbing softly, and said quickly:

"Master Zhang, I don't dare to shout anymore."

Zhang Mazi laughed out loud.

"Haha~

A turtle worker is a turtle worker after all, he is really useless.

He started crying after just these two hits.

Let’s go and eat some meat...”

Zhang Mazi left the yard and was sobered up by the wind.

I was walking leisurely at the beginning, but after passing the alley, my pace quickened and turned into a jog.

It felt great to beat Yang Laosan just now, but Zhang Mazi regrets it now.

Then Yang Laosan must have really been a dog for the kids in the compound. He beat their dog himself, and he might be in big trouble.

Inside the Red Star Winery, in a two-story building.

He Daqing was directing the workers to move furniture inside, and Qin Huairu, who looked unhappy, was standing beside them.

She finally moved into a five-story building and lived a superior life, but not long after, He Daqing started moving out without even telling her. How could she be happy?

He Daqing also had his own considerations. Now he was the head of a factory and he still lived in the dormitory building of the steel rolling mill. What was that a big deal?

Sooner or later, the popularity of our Red Star Winery will surpass that of the Red Star Steel Mill.

Besides, climbing to the fifth floor every day, isn't that just boredom?

The most important thing is that Secretary Chen from the steel rolling mill molested Qin Huairu last time and was beaten up in the toilet by He Daqing.

He Daqing himself is not afraid of Chen Laoer's revenge, but what about his family?

If Chen Laoer gets desperate or resorts to some tricks, it will be too late to regret then.

At the Red Star Winery, we have our own spies everywhere, so any disturbance can be prevented.

Zhang Mazi trotted all the way to He Daqing, panting.

"Master He, I have some idea of ​​what you asked me to do."

He Daqing hummed.

"Let's go to my office and talk."

In the office, after hearing what Zhang Mazi said, He Daqing's face became gloomy.

He Daqing took out the remaining money and threw it on the table, then said:

"Zhang Mazi, let's just pretend we don't know about this and keep it to ourselves.

This involves the young masters of several ministers, we can't afford to offend them.

Here is the remaining money, take it.

By the way, you beat up Yang Laosan.

Given their personalities, I'm afraid they won't let it go.

You can go and hide with your relatives in the countryside for a few months.

If you don’t have anywhere to go, I’ll arrange it for you.”

Zhang Mazi sighed.

He hasn't had enough of the glamorous world of this city.

Where is the countryside for people to stay? Even if you have money, you have nowhere to go.

"Mr. He, can you not leave?"

"You don't have to leave. Once we get out of this door, we're even."

"No, Master He, I'll listen to you. I'll go to the countryside and hide for two months."

"Go to the canteen and get 50 kilograms of bacon, enough for you to eat for two months.

Go down..."

He Daqing tapped the desk surface with his index finger, clenched his teeth, and calculated the gains and losses.

If it was only Secretary Chen’s son, it would be easy to deal with.

As for the matter of disregarding human life, He Daqing can just talk to Director Wu and he can handle it impartially, letting Chen Laoer go to face his father.

But since it involves the young masters of several ministers, that becomes a difficult matter.

Not to mention He Daqing, even if Director Wu dared to meddle in other's affairs, he would be implicated, and even if Minister Lin came, it would be useless.

Damn it, the more I grow older, the more I go backwards.

When did I, He Daqing, become such a coward?

I, He Daqing, can't afford to offend other people.

Chen Laoer’s son, why can’t I take action against him?

Now that the decision had been made, He Daqing took action immediately.

The news that Zhang Mazi found out.

Fengze Building is the place where the young masters of the compound often gather and have fun.

He Daqing walked into Fengze Building carrying large and small bags of cigarettes and alcohol and went straight to the kitchen.

The kitchen helpers and handymen were busy working, and a few chefs were drinking tea, smoking and chatting, when suddenly a person appeared beside them.

"Hey, Mr. He, where are you from?"

"Tsk tsk, Mr. He is a leader and an official now, how can he look down on us stinky cooks?"

Several chefs made sarcastic remarks to He Daqing.

He Daqing was not angry. He threw the cigarettes and alcohol on the chopping board and bowed to his fellow disciples.

"We are all fellow disciples, why are you saying such nasty things?

Isn’t it just that we haven’t been in touch for half a year?

Isn't this the time to see you guys?

Come on, come on, have a smoke..."

He Daqing was very thick-skinned, and after a while of persuasion, the atmosphere became harmonious.

At noon, Fengze Building was crowded with guests.

He Daqing, who was lying on the second floor eating melon seeds, suddenly had his eyes light up. He threw the melon seeds in his hand and walked towards the kitchen.

Several young men from the compound, dressed in military uniforms, staggered into Fengze Building.

Among them was a pretty girl, with sadness evident between her brows, which made people want to take a few more glances.

In a private room separated by a screen, several disciples from the compound were toasting each other, complimenting the person sitting in the main seat from time to time.

He Daqing pretended to pass by casually and took a look into the private room.

Secretary Chen’s son was indeed inside, sitting in the corner with a smile on his face.

After determining the target, He Daqing walked away.

He planned to wait aside and wait until Young Master Chen had eaten and drunk his fill, then follow Young Master Chen who was alone and give him a good beating.

But the conversation in the private room attracted He Daqing back.

"Liu Yuying, you'd better be sensible and offer a glass of wine to our Master Zhang."

"Liu Yuying, don't be ungrateful. Do you want to be like your sister Liu Yuna?"

"Chen Datou, how do you talk like that?

Liu Yuying, it is your blessing that I, Qian Haotian, like you. How many people would beg for this?"

He Daqing took out a cigarette, leaned on the railing, and listened carefully to the movements in the private room behind the screen.

In the private room, a good show of forcing a good woman into prostitution was being played out.

After this group of people forced Liu Yuna to commit suicide, they discovered Liu Yuna’s sister, Liu Yuying, who had reported to the police to appeal for justice.

Liu Yuying's beauty is no less than her sister Liu Yuna.

As the leader, Master Qian has always been unhappy about the fact that Liu Yuna was played tricks by that man surnamed Wang the last time.

After discovering Liu Yuying, Master Qian directly asked Liu Yuying to be his mistress and asked Liu Yuying to accompany him for drinks and meals.

A group of people, openly and covertly, threatened Liu Yuying's family and forced Liu Yuying to submit.

He Daqing felt very angry after hearing this.

Damn you, a bunch of beasts. Since I happened to run into you, it means that God can't stand it anymore, so he wants to use me, He Daqing's hand to send you to death.