Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 1004: You guys can’t even afford to eat

Ye Changqing was moved by what he heard. It turned out there was another reason.

He reached out and patted Deng Guanghui on the shoulder: "I'm sorry, I just feel bad when I see you being beaten.

I didn’t expect you to go through this.”

Deng Guanghui wiped away his tears and sighed: "Do you think I don't want to do it?

I've been practicing martial arts since I was three years old. My sword skills... let's put it this way, I can kill someone in the blink of an eye.

I believe that in this world, no one has a sword faster than mine, and no one has a sword better than mine."

As he spoke, his voice gradually became more excited. From the aggrieved and cowardly look just now, he suddenly changed. His voice became louder, his body straightened, and even his eyes were full of confidence.

Ye Changqing was a little surprised: "Are you sure? The world is so big, and there are so many people who practice swordsmanship. Some people have even practiced for their entire lives. Aren't you being a little arrogant?"

He hadn't seen many people practicing martial arts, but he had heard a lot about them. His master always boasted to him. He used to think they were just joking, but later he realized that it was all true.

He has seen too many martial artists who act like they are the best in the world, but sometimes they can't even take a punch from him.

When he heard Deng Guanghui say this, he always felt that it was an exaggeration.

Deng Guanghui glanced at Ye Changqing with a sharp look: "You don't believe it, right? I have been practicing sword since I was three years old. Let me put it this way, people of the same age as me don't practice as hard as I do. People who are older than me have declining physical functions, and lack explosive power, flexibility, and endurance.

So I dare say that there is no one in this world with a sword better than me."

Ye Changqing didn't expect that this was the result he got.

In his opinion, the biggest difference between literature and martial arts is that there is no first in literature.

But Wu has it.

If two people fight each other and it is a life-and-death struggle, the one who survives wins.

But this guy competes in hard work with his peers and in physique with older people.

According to his twisted logic, he is indeed the best swordsman in the world.

As a warrior, he is also the kind of talented warrior that his master mentioned. Even without practicing martial arts, his strength is far beyond that of ordinary people.

He was still a little unconvinced: "Since you are so powerful, if someone makes a move later, you take action.

I stood aside and watched.”

Deng Guanghui was stunned for a moment: "Luo Shumei said that she would just go over to sign a non-liability agreement and would not do anything.

You think too much. "

Ye Changqing was speechless. If it was just to sign an agreement, would he have to run out of the city?

Is it necessary to come to a sparsely populated place like the river beach?

He didn't bother to argue and continued, "Anyway, if you need to take action, do it yourself. Don't expect me to do it."

Deng Guanghui frowned: "I...I can't do it. I promised my mother that I would never do it again in my life."

Ye Changqing frowned: "You won't even help me save your father?"

Deng Guanghui was silent for a moment and said, "You can't save my father even if you try. This is not an era of martial arts.

There are even acts of suppressing martial arts.

Let me put it this way: I don't know martial arts, so there's still a small chance of saving my father. If I knew martial arts, if I took action, I'd be in trouble too.

Speaking of which, I have been reading Mohism since I was a child, and my favorite character is the Mohist hero, who holds a sword in one hand, eliminates the harm of the world and promotes the benefits of the world.

When I was a child, I always wanted to carry a sword and stab the injustice I saw on the road. If I saw a thief, I would stab him with the sword.

Robber stabbed with a sword.

But when I grew up, I saw those forced demolitions, where the builders hired hundreds of thugs to forcibly demolish people's homes.

The old couple were beaten until their heads were bleeding.

I don't even dare to fart.

This is the reality. The times do not allow us to just stand up and fight against injustice."

He had just finished speaking when his cell phone rang.

Deng Guanghui picked up the phone and took a look. It was Luo Shumei calling. He pressed the answer button: "Hello~" Luo Shumei said anxiously: "Where have you been? Are you coming or not? If you don't come soon, they will leave."

Deng Guanghui suddenly became anxious: "Don't let them go, I'll be there soon, in ten minutes, and I'm already in the southern suburbs."

As he was speaking, he started the car, and after a series of clanging sounds, the van was on the road again.

Following the navigation, the van turned around and around and entered a small path on the river beach.

Finally stopped at the entrance of the battlefield.

The gate of the battlefield was very simple, just two old and rusty iron doors, and the gate was open.

When Ye Changqing entered the yard, he saw several sand trucks working, lining up to dump sand into a large pile, and the elevated conveyor belts transferred the sand into the sieve.

The fine sand fell, and the gravel and pebbles all rolled to the side.

Several workers were smoking and working. He was looking for Luo Shumei when suddenly a woman appeared in front of some prefabricated houses not far away. Ye Changqing recognized her at a glance. It was Luo Shumei.

He walked directly towards the mobile home.

Seeing this, Ye Changqing quickened his pace and entered the mobile home. There was only an office desk in the room, and a man was sitting behind the desk with a cigarette in his mouth.

Next to him, Deng Guanghui saw that the person behind the desk was Hou Xiaobao. A hint of anger flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and asked directly, "Is the contract ready? Let's sign it now!"

Hou Xiaobao sneered, "Why rush? Someone will be here soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen people rushed in from the door, each of them holding a short-handled shovel in their hands.

Holding the shovel handle with both hands, the shovel shone with a cold light, like the tip of an ancient general's spear.

A dozen people stared at Ye Changqing and Deng Guanghui with eager eyes, as if waiting for the order to hit them with shovels.

Deng Guanghui realized something was wrong and shouted anxiously, "Hou Xiaobao, what...what do you mean? Didn't you agree to sign the exemption agreement?"

Hou Xiaobao raised the corners of his mouth, leaned back in the chair, raised his leg and placed his left foot on the table, then placed his right foot on top of his left foot.

He looked at Deng Guanghui with disdain: "It was agreed upon, but I suddenly changed my mind. What can you do to me?"

you!

Deng Guanghui was so angry that he was shaking all over. He shouted angrily, "How can you go back on your word?"

Hou Xiaobao took a breath, exhaled slowly, and then said slowly: "Those who only remember to eat and not to be beaten, have you forgotten how you lost your job, how your relatives and friends lost their jobs, and why they severed ties with you?"

Deng Guanghui's eyes were red with anger as he heard this. The painful memories hidden deep in his brain seemed to have opened a valve and were unstoppable like a flood.

The day my father was announced to be in jail.

It was raining, and he went to find Luo Shumei to ask why her father saved her but she was unwilling to stand up and say a word of justice.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the community, a group of people came out and started beating me without saying a word.

He tried hard to dodge the heavy blows, but was still pinned to the ground by those people. After being beaten and kicked, he passed out.

When I woke up, it was already the next morning.

He was stripped naked and laid outside his door.

Many people in Murakami gathered around to watch.

When he woke up, he was filled with shame and anger.

Later he moved out of the village. Unexpectedly, when he just arrived at the company, he saw many banners hanging at the entrance of the company.

The words written on the banner were unbearable to read. "Deng Guanghui, pay me back! You owe me 800,000 yuan. If you don't pay me back, I'll be rude to you."

"Deng Guanghui, you stole an 80-year-old woman yesterday, got caught, and dumped on the street. Shameless bastard, how dare you still be alive?"

"Deng Guanghui, your father stalked women and was sentenced to prison. Your father is a sex maniac. You must have inherited his despicable DNA. You are not a good person either!"

"Deng Guanghui, if you work here for one day, I'll come to your company and make trouble for the whole day!"

……

Before he even entered the company, he was stopped and fired without even a chance to explain himself, under the strange looks of his colleagues.

Then my second uncle's family was treated in the same way and lost their jobs.

My aunt's family was also implicated. We later called the police, but one person surrendered himself, paid a small fine, and was detained for four or five days.

But the lives of his relatives and friends were all ruined.

He had no choice but to move and never dared to work hard on his father's case again.

Now Hou Xiaobao actually brought up the matter again, and he roared like a madman: "Don't go too far!"

Hou Xiaobao curled his lips and said, "You're still not convinced. You still don't understand the power that my status, position, and wealth can bring out. You're someone like me, and you'll never be able to offend me.

I can spend just a few dollars to make you unemployed and all your relatives and friends unemployed.

You guys can't even afford to eat.

How can you fight me? I bully you, what can you do to me? "