"Who the hell do you think you are?" Bai Song seemed angry and slapped Wang Huadong in the face.
This slap was delivered with skill. It didn't have much strength, but the sound was very loud.
There is a science to slapping someone. If you stretch your hand flat and slap the face with the palm of your hand, the force is strong but there is no sound. However, if you relax your hand and fit the palm of your hand perfectly with the face of the person being slapped, you can make a crisp sound when slapping someone.
In order to make this famous, Bai Song practiced for a while last night and almost made his face swollen.
Wang Huadong staggered and immediately became furious. He punched Bai Song in the stomach with all his strength.
This punch was really powerful!
Most people would not be able to bear such a punch, and Bai Song would also feel pain if he tightened his abdominal muscles. However, Bai Song's stomach was padded with several kilograms of silicone and plastic splints, so it was not painful.
Bai Song pretended to be in pain and took a few steps back, his face showing pain. He covered his stomach with both hands, then trembled and was about to have an attack.
All this happened in a flash. The people around finally reacted and hurriedly stopped Bai Song who was about to continue taking action.
Xiao Hou was stunned. He didn't expect Fu Bin to help him so much. He couldn't help but feel touched. He said, "Don't fight. We are all living outside. There is no need."
"Bullshit!" Bai Song cursed at Xiao Hou while shaking, then looked at Wang Huadong: "Okay, you have more people, you wait for me, how about we find a place to practice tonight, or we make an appointment, you can just invite anyone, you are a grandson if you don't go!"
The tattooed man felt that this matter was not going to end well, and he couldn't really kick Bai Song out now.
People like Bai Song are actually not very popular. They are moody, do things without thinking, and are prone to getting into trouble.
But everyone is indeed afraid of this kind of person. The soft are afraid of the hard, and the hard are afraid of the stupid.
Even though these people are not good people, everyone is afraid of young and inexperienced people, especially young and inexperienced people of Bai Song's stature. When a real fight breaks out, no one will be able to resist.
Putting aside other things, Fu Bin's punch just now, judging from the speed and power, was definitely a real punch. Everyone has fought and knows that this cannot be acted out.
And this big fool, after being hit by such a punch, recovered in three to five seconds. His ability to withstand blows is so strong that even if he has a little brute force, three or two people cannot defeat him.
The tattooed man really didn't dare to let Bai Song go. If Bai Song really left, he would have a fight with Fu Bin at the door, which would definitely be bad for the transportation company. It would be better to wait for the boss to deal with it.
"Big guy, you hit someone first, and he punched you, but you weren't hurt, so we're even. Don't hit someone in the face, I'm giving you face by saying this," the tattooed man came over to smooth things over, took out a box of Zhonghua cigarettes, distributed cigarettes to everyone, and then signaled to Wang Huadong with his eyes to go out and work quickly.
Wang Huadong threw a punch, but seemed to realize that he was no match for his opponent, so he followed Xiao Hou out in shame.
The rest of the people also found it boring and left one by one.
"Even if this matter is over, it's better to resolve a feud than to create one. The boss will come over this afternoon and you can have a good talk with him about your salary. You can rest here first. The cafeteria will provide lunch at noon." said the tattooed man.
"If I hadn't lost twenty bucks at the police station in Dadu last night, would I be able to come here and do this? Damn, this is just giving face to your boss." Bai Song didn't appreciate it at all. He found a recliner where a buddy had just sat and lay down.
The tattooed man didn't say much after hearing this. He knew that this big guy couldn't be kept, so he let the boss worry about it later.
Bai Song's appearance is really too scary. After he was disguised, he looked to be at least 200 pounds. If he held a sword, people would believe he was Lu Zhishen.
The tattooed man stayed in the room with Bai Song for about the time it took to smoke a cigarette, but then he felt bored and left. Bai Song was left alone in the room.
Bai Song naturally knew that there were surveillance cameras in the house, so he didn't do anything rash. After a while, he came out of the house, found a toilet to urinate, and then strolled in the yard for a while.
Just now in the bathroom, Bai Song wrote down some clues on the pen and paper he had with him, and it was confirmed that "Tankou" was the core member and needed to be investigated with all his strength.
He didn't have any messy electronic devices on him, and the most primitive things were more reliable.
Just now, after Wang Huadong beat Bai Song, he deliberately took a step towards Tantou. Bai Song was already sure that Tantou's identity was not simple.
The yard of the transport company could withstand any inspection, so when Wang Huadong and Bai Song came, the gatekeeper let them in. Bai Song strolled around the yard, and no one cared about him.
As I strolled along, I saw that most of the cars in the yard had driven out one after another, and some were still unloading.
The transportation company has a garage and can provide certain warehousing services. If the customer requires that the items be stored for a few days, they can be temporarily placed here for a period of time, and the charges are not high.
Sometimes during festivals, some wine-selling companies temporarily store some wine, or they may directly rent this company to pick up the goods and leave them here for two or three weeks.
Here, Bai Song saw the tattooed man and offered him a cigarette. The tattooed man thought about it and took it. Then he asked Bai Song: "Why do you only pass out cigarettes and don't smoke yourself?"
"Congenital pneumonia. I cough and have a lot of phlegm when I smoke." Bai Song said.
Pneumonia is not actually congenital, but it is not wrong to call it that. It generally refers to neonatal infectious pneumonia. However, Tattoo did not want to know so much. When he heard Bai Song say that there was a lot of phlegm, he immediately nodded and said, "It's good not to draw it out."
Although Bai Song will not be left here, it is unbearable to think about it if Bai Song is also a spittoon guardian. Fu Bin alone is torturous enough.
"What are you doing here?" Bai Song pointed to a forklift that was unloading goods. He saw Liu Shuyuan from the side.
"Their company has a batch of ceramics that need to be kept here for two weeks. This stuff is too heavy, and the workers are using a forklift." The tattooed man walked to the back of the carriage and looked at it carefully.
These goods were shipped out early in the morning. After they are put into storage, they need to be sealed, signed and counted. These goods are not precious ceramics, but they are worth tens of thousands of yuan in total, especially the pair of extra-large vases, which are worth 18,000 yuan alone.
"Is it tight?" the forklift driver shouted.
After the forklift arm went deeper into the carriage, the driver couldn't see clearly what was going on inside as it was a bit dark and he could only communicate verbally.
"No problem, get up." The person inside confirmed and said.
The forklift slowly lifted up the set of ceramic plates, which were fixed with wooden grids and thick hemp ropes. There were nearly 1,000 ceramic plates, weighing more than 500 kilograms. The forklift lifted it up easily.
When this group of people were pulling the goods just now, there was no problem. But at this moment, the rope had just been raised for more than ten centimeters when it suddenly loosened. The people inside immediately shouted, "Stop!"
It was too late for the forklift driver, and the entire wooden grid fell down at once, and the two wooden planks on top that were responsible for fixing it broke directly.
After falling from a height of more than ten centimeters, at least one third of the plate was shattered.
Nearly three hundred plates were broken, each one costing a little over three yuan at wholesale price, so 1,000 yuan was gone.
"Fuck, what's going on!" The forklift driver jumped out of the truck and took a look. "It's not my fault that the wood is of poor quality."
At this moment, Liu Shuyuan and Captain Liang also gathered around and approached here. Seeing this situation, they were also very anxious: "What's going on? How is this rope tied? If the force is directly applied to two pieces of wood, will it break? This must be tied to all four horizontal bars of wood!"
The people nearby were in a state of confusion after the quarrel, and they all came over to try to shirk responsibility. The main reason was that no one knew how much money had been lost.
If we knew it was only a thousand dollars, everything would be fine, but with so many pieces of porcelain broken, who dares to take responsibility?
Taking advantage of the chaos, Bai Song passed the information he obtained to Liu Shuyuan.
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