Rebuilding against the odds, starting from before my wife and daughter jumped off the building

the other side.

After leaving the Tang family, Jiang Mei had nowhere to go, so she had to find someone to escort her to Hutong No. 8, waiting for Ye Junlin to come for revenge.

"Sister Mei, you're finally here. The Inspection Bureau has been keeping a close eye on us recently. We haven't had any business for almost a month. You have to think of a way to help the brothers make money, otherwise it will be difficult to support so many people under you."

A burly man holding a butcher knife, wearing a black leather apron and a pair of black rain boots walked over.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he looked exactly like the butcher in Stephen Chow's movies.

Jiang Mei glared at the other person coldly and said:

"If you know someone is watching you, don't think about making a lot of money. It's better to just kill the pigs properly than to risk being caught by the patrol bureau and going to jail."

"Sister Mei, I don't like to hear that. Everyone follows you to make a lot of money. If it's not for money, who would do this kind of rough work?"

The burly man stared at Jiang Mei with a resentful look on his face, showing no fear at all.

His name is Zhao Daqiu, codenamed Butcher, and he is the manager of Hutong No. 8.

No. 8 Hutong is apparently a slaughterhouse, mainly engaged in slaughtering pigs.

But secretly they are doing extremely dirty business, such as trafficking in human organs.

They would tie up the target person and bring him to this place, then kill him like a pig, take out the organs they wanted and sell them to buyers.

Zhao Daqiu and his brothers were all here to make a lot of money, and were planning to retire after doing a few more jobs. But who could have imagined that this slaughterhouse had been targeted by the Inspection Bureau.

Not only did he not get any big jobs, but even the pig-killing business at the slaughterhouse was not very good, and he couldn't even make 10,000 yuan a month.

This made Zhao Daqiu and others feel resentful.

I had originally planned to confront Jiang Mei in the next few days, but I didn't expect her to come to me on her own initiative.

"Isn't it just a matter of money? I'll give each of you two hundred thousand."

Jiang Mei naturally knew what Zhao Daqiu was thinking. He was just a profit-driven butcher who only cared about money and not people.

"But you must bring your people to help me kill a man. If you can help me get his son's heart and kidneys, I will give each of you an additional 300,000 yuan. How about that?"

"Sister Mei, we have 20 people. 500,000 per person is not a small amount."

Zhao Daqiu took the cigarette out of his mouth and looked at Jiang Mei seriously.

According to Jiang Mei's promise, 500,000 per person means 10 million for 20 people, which is indeed a large number.

However, in order to avenge her son, Jiang Mei no longer cared about so much.

Anyway, Zhao Daqiu and the others are murderers who kill people without blinking an eye. As long as you give them money, they will do anything.

The key is that this group of people are ruthless and have great skills. Even the bodyguards of the Tang family may not be their opponents.

Jiang Mei transferred four million yuan to Zhao Daqiu without saying a word.

"I have transferred the 4 million deposit to your account. The remaining 6 million will be paid after the deal is done."

"Sister Mei, happy!"

Zhao Daqiu took out his mobile phone and looked at the text message of the incoming money on the screen, he was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

……

At seven o'clock in the evening, Lu Ping appeared in the ward on time.

As soon as I entered, the two little kids surrounded me. An An was able to get out of bed and move around, and Han Han's cancer cells were also suppressed.

"Dad, what delicious food did you bring us tonight?"

"Today we have dumplings! They are stuffed with pork and green onions."

"I, I don't eat dumplings!"

“Dad, don’t hit my mom. We don’t like dumplings and we don’t want to eat dumplings.”

When they saw Jiaozi, An An and Han Han felt an inexplicable fear as if they had seen their natural enemy. They were so scared that they quickly hid under the quilts and dared not come out.

Even Han Chuning couldn't help but get nervous, and quickly stood in front of the bed, shouting:

"Lu Ping, if you have anything to say, come to me. Don't hurt the child."

"Wife, I know you have a trauma about dumplings, so I made this meal of dumplings tonight. I don't ask for your forgiveness, but I just hope that this meal of dumplings won't become a scar on the child's life."

Lu Ping said this sincerely. He knew that the child and Han Chuning had such a big reaction because of him.

This year on New Year's Eve, Han Chuning had prepared a large table of meat-stuffed dumplings, but Lu Ping happened to have a drug addiction attack, and the reunion dinner turned into a large-scale disaster scene.

Lu Ping smashed the pots and pans into pieces, and even the children's new clothes for the New Year were torn into strips of cloth.

You're still cursing me for being a money-loser, saying that you don't even give me money to buy noodles, yet you still want to wear new clothes and eat meat dumplings? I'll let you eat your fill.

In order to protect the child, Han Chuning was beaten by Lu Ping until his face was bruised and his body was covered with bruises.

While others are celebrating the New Year happily, this mother and son are suffering from inhuman domestic violence.

During the New Year holidays, even though Han Chuning was covered in wounds and had difficulty getting out of bed, she still insisted on cooking for the children and Lu Ping.

This is not only a shadow for the child, but also a lifelong pain for Han Chuning.

Now, seeing Lu Ping's extremely sincere attitude and the steaming dumplings in the thermos box, the soft-hearted Han Chuning finally chose to believe Lu Ping and decided to give him a chance.

"Since you have been kind to us orphans and widows these days, and to remove the shadow in the child's heart, I will trust you again."

As he spoke, Han Chuning took the lunch box, pulled up the dining table on the bed, opened the quilt, and said softly:

"An'an, Hanhan, don't be afraid. Dad is apologizing to us in this way. Can we forgive him?"

The two little guys seemed to understand what was going on. They looked at Jiaozi, then at their father, and then at their mother.

After a long while, Hanhan said in a baby voice:

"I can forgive Dad, but I don't want to eat these dumplings."

"I don't want to eat either."

An An agreed.

The two little guys are like hungry baby birds in a bird's nest.

From their eyes and the way they swallowed their saliva, you can tell that they were very hungry and wanted to eat the dumplings in the lunch box.

Lu Ping came straight to the bed, picked up a dumpling, and said gently:

"My daughter, eat without worry. From now on, no matter what you want to eat, Daddy will not stop you. Daddy will not only give you the best things in the world, but also make you the happiest princess in the world."

Hanhan stared at Lu Ping in a daze, without answering, but still swallowing her saliva.

Only after Han Chuning nodded did she carefully open her cherry mouth and gently bite the dumplings that Lu Ping fed her.

When you take a bite, you will find that the skin is thin, the meat is rich, and the dumplings are full of juice. The aroma of the dumplings fills your taste buds, it is so delicious.

"An An, try the dumplings dad made. They are so delicious."

"Sister, is it really delicious?"

An An's innocent little face was full of confusion.

And Lu Ping had already handed another dumpling to him.

"An An, take a bite and you'll know how delicious the dumplings my dad makes are."

"Oh!"

An An was half-believing and half-doubting, but she took a bite and the fragrance filled the air.

"Wow, the dumplings dad made are so delicious."

"Mom, mom, you eat too, let's eat together!"

Hanhan grabbed a dumpling and fed it to Han Chuning.

"it is good!"

Han Chuning nodded and took a bite of the dumpling that Hanhan fed him.

Suddenly, her brows furrowed and she looked at Lu Ping unconsciously.

Why are these dumplings so delicious? Could he have bought them outside to deliberately fool these orphans and widows?

But it doesn’t matter, as long as we can eliminate the psychological shadow of the children and let them grow up healthily and happily.

Han Chuning thought so in his heart.

Although this meal was eaten in the ward, it seemed particularly happy and enjoyable.