"Uncle, what is your relationship with Mr. Lu?" Yang Jing asked his uncle who was walking around the car.
The uncle opened the car door and looked inside the car. He then stood up straight with satisfaction and said, "What Boss Lu? From now on, when you see that guy, just call him Uncle Binzi."
After a pause, my uncle narrowed his eyes, as if he was recalling something.
"Binzi is a pretty good brother. We met in high school because of a fight. Lu Bin is not from our No. 1 Middle School. He is from No. 4 Vocational High School. But he likes a girl from our school. It seems that the girl is his classmate in junior high school. But the girl doesn't like him, but likes a classmate in our school. As a result, Lu Bin got the news from somewhere, and brought more than ten people to our school that night to block the boy."
"Then why did you fight?" Yang Jing asked. Yang Jing was still very concerned about his uncle's past. The things his uncle experienced when he was young were still very attractive to young people like Yang Jing who were born in the 1990s.
My uncle took out a cigarette box, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and said with a smile on his face, "Who knows who Binzi asked to identify me? It turned out that the guy he found mistook me for that male classmate."
"No way, uncle, how can you recognize the wrong person like this?"
My uncle smiled and shook his head and said, "You know, when I was in school, I was a big shot in the school. I guess the guy that Binzi hired saw me and wanted to say hello to me, but somehow, Binzi misunderstood me, so a dozen people surrounded me all of a sudden."
"Binzi is also a hot-tempered guy. He kicked me without saying a word, and then we started fighting without any reason."
"You're taking on ten of them alone?"
"That's nonsense. I'm not Rambo. How could I possibly fight ten of them by myself? But I had a lot of brothers at that time. Every night after the night self-study, those guys would come to play with me. We usually played boxing for an hour or so outside before going home. That night, we also had ten brothers here."
"Later, as we were fighting, the teacher came out and we all ran away. But your uncle had suffered a bit of a loss at that time, so how could I let them get away? So a dozen of us rode our bikes to chase them, and only after we caught up with them did we agree to have a duel."
Yang Jing knew that when those born in the 1970s were in junior high and high school, the common way to deal with disputes was to find someone to help them. The two gangs would get together and talk about whether the parties involved would fight one-on-one or everyone would fight together. If they could reach an agreement, they would fight one-on-one. If they couldn't reach an agreement, then they would not say anything and just fight!
Uncle Li Long happened to be from that era, and Yang Jing had heard a lot from his uncle about his past.
"You and Uncle Binzi are dueling?"
"Yeah." The uncle took a puff of his cigarette, "But Binzi was no match for me in a one-on-one fight. I knocked him down three times in a row, and then I punched him twice and raised my knee once, and he immediately became weak."
Yang Jing didn't think his uncle was just bragging. Although he had never seen his uncle in school, Yang Jing knew that his uncle was very powerful in those days from the information he got from chatting with his uncle's friends.
My uncle had very good physical fitness when he was in school. He joined the school sports team in the fifth grade. Later, when he entered junior high school, he became the main sprinter of the school team. He also played football and basketball in his daily life. His physical fitness was quite strong. Generally speaking, let alone students of the same age, even senior students who were a few years older than him might not be able to beat my uncle in a one-on-one fight.
"I beat Binzi up and asked him why he was blocking me. Then I realized he was blocking the wrong person. That's how we met."
"Is this the legendary 'no fighting, no acquaintance'?" Yang Jing said with a smile.
The uncle took a puff of his cigarette and flicked the butt away. "That's about it! Anyway, from then on, Binzi started to hang out with me. Especially after he found out that the big guys in No. 4 Middle School were all my sworn brothers, he stuck to me even more. We've been playing with each other until now."
After a pause, the uncle continued, "But this kid is lucky. Seven or eight years ago, he bought a lottery ticket and won the first prize. After paying taxes, he had more than 6 million left. So he used the money to start a car business. It happened to coincide with the boom in domestic car sales. In a few years, this guy opened his own 4S store."
"Uncle, are you still in touch often?"
"Yeah, we were drinking together last week. Don't worry, this guy is quite loyal. We have been friends for so many years, so it's only natural for him to give you these things."
As he spoke, my uncle patted the front of the car and said, "The car you chose is good, and the price-performance ratio is quite high. In fact, the JEEP is much better than SUVs like Land Rover and Q7. This car is a car for men."
Yang Jing smiled and said, "I wanted to buy a G-Class, but when I saw it was over 300 yuan, I couldn't bear to buy it."
The G-Class that Yang Jing mentioned is Mercedes-Benz's GL-Class off-road vehicle, which is known as the king of off-road vehicles and is a very classic off-road vehicle.
"Why are you buying a G-Class now? Are you showing off? You're just starting out, so this car is a good choice. It's not too ostentatious and it's comfortable to drive. When you make a lot of money in the future, you can buy a G-Class. By the way, where are the keys? I'm going to go drive it around. I haven't touched a JEEP in a while, and my hands are itching now."
Yang Jing threw the keys over, and his uncle got in the car and drove away.
Yang Jing shook his head and walked into the house, only to find that his grandfather was playing with the inner-painted pot.
When he left yesterday, Yang Jing did not take away the inner-painted pot and Yudian-style Duan inkstone that he bought, but left them to grandpa for him to play with. Now it seems that the effect is really good. At least grandpa did not sleep in the morning, which is enough to show that grandpa loves antiques more than sleeping.
Grandma was still receiving IV drip in the hospital and hadn’t come back yet. Just now, I dropped my mom off at the hospital before entering the compound. My uncle drove out to have fun, so Yang Jing could only roll up his sleeves and start making lunch.
Wash the rice and put it in a small basin, add water and put it into the pot to start steaming. Taking advantage of this gap, Yang Jing began to pick up the vegetables neatly.
More than forty minutes later, my uncle walked in with a refreshed look on his face. Yang Jing had already steamed the rice and prepared the four vegetables, just waiting to be fried.
The uncle washed his hands and said with a smile, "It's a nice car, and it's very comfortable to drive. Well, don't bother yourself anymore. Wait for your mom to call you and go to the hospital to pick up your grandma. I'll cook these dishes at home."
Yang Jing smiled and nodded.
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