There is a group of tube-shaped buildings in the south of Sang'an County. They were originally the dormitories for the employees of the machinery factory in the county. However, after the machinery factory moved away, this area was sold to nearby villagers.
Zhou Rang was carrying a wooden box, followed by Wang Yong, and the two came to one of the tube buildings.
There was a table at the stairs, and several big men were sitting around it playing cards, eating a few peanuts and drinking a few sips of wine from time to time. Although their faces were red from the cold winter, no one seemed to feel it and were in high spirits.
Seeing two strangers coming here, one of them, a tall and thin man, looked at them nonchalantly. After a while, he recognized Zhou Rang's face and immediately stopped the others from playing cards.
"Hey, isn't this Brother Rang? I haven't seen you for a long time. Why do you come to our place today?" Yang Houzi's tone was sarcastic and clearly he had no intention.
Zhou Rang glanced at him and said coldly, "I'm looking for Lao Hei, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you here."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Houzi's face darkened, thinking that Zhou Rang didn't take him seriously. But before he could speak, someone else spoke for him.
"Wow, our boss is not someone you can see whenever you want." Another man with a scar on his face spat on the ground and looked at Zhou Rang fiercely.
Seeing how arrogant he was, Wang Yong was about to step forward and teach him a lesson, but was stopped by Zhou Rang who waved his hand.
"Are you here to fight?" Yang Houzi threw his cards on the table, slammed it and stood up.
As soon as he stood up, the other big men followed suit. The scarred man even stood in front of Zhou Rang in a provocative manner, almost coming face to face with him.
"Zhou Rang, last time our boss approached you to discuss cooperation, you refused without even saying a word, saying that you and I would never have anything to do with each other again."
"You came to my house today, and I asked you in a loud and clear voice, but you are the one who said what your attitude is. Since you don't give me face, I don't have to give you face either."
Yang Houzi kicked the stool, put his hands in his pockets and snorted coldly.
"I told you, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you." Zhou Rang threw a punch, which directly hit the scarred man's right cheek. The latter didn't expect Zhou Rang to suddenly attack, and he took the punch headlong.
"Fuck you." The scarred man stood firm and threw a punch to fight back, but was immediately kicked to the ground by Zhou Rang, raising dust on the ground.
Seeing the scarred man lying on the ground in pain and unable to get up, Yang Houzi swallowed and subconsciously took a step back. He had heard from the boss before that Zhou Rang was very skilled in martial arts, and he had seen it with his own eyes before, but today he was really enlightened.
One punch or one kick can knock a person so hard that he can't get up.
You can lose the battle but not the battle. If he runs away, wouldn't it damage his image in the eyes of his subordinates?
“Come on, why are you standing there?” Yang Houzi kicked the calf of the person next to him and kicked him out.
The others looked at each other and shouted, "Let's go together."
Everyone rushed towards Zhou Rang, only to see the man behind him holding the box in his left hand, his face unchanged. When someone approached him, he suddenly exerted force and kicked out with his long legs to hit the person's vitals. The man was seen swaying and becoming shorter.
Another man rushed up from the right. Zhou Rang clenched his right fist, dodged a kick by leaning sideways, then swung out a punch, hitting the man in the chest, followed by another kick.
Zhou Rang's fist was as hard as steel, wrapped in gusts of strong wind, whistling out and smashing down fiercely, not giving his opponent a chance to fight back, and knocking him to the ground unable to get up.
He knocked down two people in the blink of an eye. The others swallowed their saliva, knowing that their mediocre kung fu was no match for Zhou Rang, and they dared not go forward to die.
Yang Houzi was so angry that he yelled twice. Seeing that Zhou Rang seemed to be about to attack him, he quickly turned around and ran into the stairs. He quickly climbed to the third floor and shouted loudly: "Boss, someone is causing trouble."
Lao Hei was listening to a little tune on the radio. Upon hearing this, he immediately stood up and walked to the balcony. Looking down, he was met with a pair of eagle-like eyes.
It contains danger, coldness, and suppressed anxiety.
"Lao Hei, I want to cooperate with you on something." Zhou Rang said as he opened the wooden box in his hand, only to see a box full of money neatly stacked inside.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew up the layer of money on the top of the box and rolled them away.
Seeing this, Yang Houzi closed his mouth wide in surprise and shouted hurriedly, "You idiots, go pick it up!"
If he wasn't on the third floor, far away, he would have run to pick up the money long ago.
Yang Houzi swore that he had never seen so much money in his life, and he could not get against anyone except money.
"You're just a money-grubber." Lao Hei slapped Yang Houzi on the head, looking like he was disappointed with his friend, but in fact, his eyes were shining with gold.
Sang'an County is a small place. Even though he has dominated for so many years, he has rarely earned so much money.
But if Zhou Rang was willing to spend so much money to cooperate with him, it would definitely not be a trivial matter and required careful consideration.
"Please ask him to come up." Lao Hei said to Yang Houzi after thinking for a moment.
Yang Houzi grimaced in pain, touched the top of his head that was hit, nodded timidly, and then ran away.
*
It was a rare day in Xiaojia Village when people got off work early, so several people went to the warehouse in groups to return their tools.
Su Tiantian followed Qin Xiaolan with a worried look on her face.
The few dollars she stole from Su Nan was barely enough to make up two hundred yuan, so she had no choice but to agree to a marriage proposal from a family in the village, and only after taking the betrothal money could she barely make up the two hundred yuan.
The son of that family is a fool. He is 28 and still unmarried. He is short and ugly. He likes to run after a group of kids all day long. His face is covered with snot. He doesn't even know how to urinate or defecate, and often poops in his pants, which is very dirty.
Every time she saw this man from a distance, she would stay away from him. But now she has become his fiancée, which is unlucky.
Now she really regretted it. If she didn't agree to the marriage, she wouldn't be able to collect 200 yuan to send back home. What if her family kicked her out? Without her parents' home, she couldn't go back to Shanghai, and she still couldn't marry into another family in the future.
Besides, this is just a temporary solution. Once her uncle gets married, she can ask them to use their connections to get her back. By then, since they are so far apart, she won't have to get married, and naturally she won't have to pay back the betrothal money.
Thinking of this, Su Tiantian showed a smug smile on her face.
But she had thought that if her family really had something that required her to go back, they would have done so long ago. Why would they wait until now?
"I heard that Xiao Fangyun is getting married next week." Qin Xiaolan stopped, patted Su Tiantian's arm, and said softly.
Su Tiantian came back to her senses and subconsciously looked at Xiao Fangyun who was sitting in front of the warehouse registering information.
Xiao Fangyun was seen wearing a newly made blue wool coat, which made her skin look fair and noble. She was so attractive.
"Why so sudden?" Su Tiantian widened her eyes and tugged at her worn cotton-padded jacket jealously. The jacket she was wearing belonged to Zeng Guiyun and was given to her because Zeng Guiyun had gained weight and could no longer wear it.
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