Lin Cuilan pretended to be careless and spilled the scalding hot milk tea.

The rich, steaming milk tea was poured over Ma Wenhong's crotch, accompanied by the sound of the cutting board falling, and a scream like a pig being slaughtered echoed through the Wallace shop.

Lin Yifeng hurriedly came out of the kitchen. When he saw Ma Wenhong kneeling on the ground, clutching his genitals and howling, his eyelids twitched involuntarily.

His order was to splash the milk tea on Ma Wenhong's face.

And Lin Cuilan...

All I can say is that rural women are indeed fierce.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Lin Yifeng came out of the kitchen and hurriedly asked Ma Wenhong. Ma Wenhong was kneeling on the ground, covering his genitals with one hand, pointing at Lin Cuilan with a pained expression. He opened his mouth but did not scold her, only showed pain.

"Oh dear, oh dear!"

"Quickly, call an ambulance!"

"It seems the leader's penis is broken!"

"Boss, boss, do you have a son? If you don't, your family line will end!"

"You've lost your lineage!"

While shouting loudly, Lin Yifeng was also stabbing Ma Wenhong in the heart. When Ma Wenhong heard that his manhood was damaged and he would be unable to have children, he roared in pain: "Take me to the clinic quickly, hurry up!"

"Boss, I've already had someone call an ambulance. Please wait a moment."

"Boss, quickly take off your pants, I'll put some ice on you!"

It was broad daylight, and Wallace still had many diners watching the show. Lin Yifeng, with a smile on his face, pretended to help Ma Wenhong and reached out to take off Ma Wenhong's pants.

"roll!"

"Get out!"

"Boss, you have to listen to me, or you'll really be childless!"

Lin Yifeng smiled, while Ma Wenhong clutched his genitals, howling and kicking wildly. How could he, the manager of a meat processing plant, who was in charge of hundreds of people, allow Lin Yifeng to take off his pants in broad daylight?

"Boss, you're not cooperating at all. How about this, I'll take you to the clinic in a tricycle."

"This is faster than an ambulance."

Lin Yifeng had a very bad impression of Ma Wenhong. He had already prepared for the emergence of competing products when he was working on Wallace.

Countless fried chicken and hamburger restaurants have sprung up since then, including KFC, McDonald's, Dicos, Wallace, Tustin, and many more.

Lin Yifeng was not averse to the emergence of competitors. At Jinyang Park, he even gave his opinion to an uncle playing a ring toss game.

But he had a very bad impression of Ma Wenhong.

If Ma Wenhong's proposal to open a Macburg restaurant is a legitimate competition, Lin Yifeng would welcome it.

But this guy came up and used food safety as an excuse to have someone stage an accident for Wallace, and then came to Wallace to harass his employees.

Is this something a normal leader would do?

No wonder the meat processing plant in Makino City went bankrupt in my previous life, and its legal representative was executed.

With a leader like Ma Wenhong, it's no surprise that the meat processing plant went bankrupt.

final.

The wailing Ma Wenhong was lifted onto a diesel tricycle.

Lying across the diesel tricycle, clutching his groin, Ma Wenhong frowned in pain and said, "What's that smell? It's so stinky!"

"Oh, this tricycle just transported pigs a few days ago."

The diesel tricycles no longer carry passengers, only goods.

"Europe!"

Upon hearing Lin Yifeng's answer, Ma Wenhong felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. Coupled with the excruciating pain in his genitals, he felt an indescribable irritability and frustration.

"Boss, lie down properly!"

The roads in 1992 were not well repaired; some sections of the roads in Makino City were not paved but were still potholed dirt roads.

Lin Yifeng drove his diesel tricycle onto the road, specifically seeking out bumpy dirt roads. Ma Wenhong, lying in the back of the tricycle, was being jolted around and screamed.

For a moment, he felt that Lin Yifeng was not helping him, but harming him.

"Slower!"

Ma Wenhong yelled at Lin Yifeng, who responded with a smile and a loud voice: "Too slow? Don't worry, boss, I'll speed things up right away!"

Lin Yifeng sped up, first drifting around a corner without slowing down, almost throwing Ma Wenhong to the ground like cargo.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a protruding rock in the middle of the road. Lin Yifeng aimed at the rock and drove his diesel tricycle into it hard.

Duang!

The tricycle crashed violently into a rock, sending Lin Yifeng flying. Ma Wenhong, who was lying in the back seat, fared even worse; he was thrown into the air and his head hit the iron railing.

Before Ma Wenhong could even cry out in pain, he fell heavily to the ground again, landing face-first.

"ah!!"

"Fuck your mother!!"

The pain in his face was nothing compared to the pain in his genitals. Ma Wenhong couldn't help but start cursing Lin Yifeng. He really wanted to kill Lin Yifeng with a knife.

Kill this guy who's torturing me.

Lin Yifeng completely ignored Ma Wenhong's screams and insults. After a bumpy ride of more than ten minutes, he parked the tricycle at a clinic.

Qiaoxi Clinic.

"Boss, boss, we've arrived at the clinic!"

"lead?"

"Boss, wake up! We're at the clinic!"

"Get out, you fucking little bastard, get out!"

Ma Wenhong's lips were pale and his face was ashen. After Lin Yifeng shook him up, his anger erupted, and he pointed at Lin Yifeng and began to curse him.

In an instant, all sorts of vicious and vulgar words spewed from Ma Wenhong's mouth, spittle flying everywhere.

Lin Yifeng's eyes widened involuntarily.

He wasn't angry because Ma Wenhong scolded him.

It's not just unbelievable.

Ma Wenhong is a leader of a meat processing plant, so how come he's acting like a thug, using such foul language?

"Boss, it's not right for you to swear like that."

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