"You... aren't going to call the police? Then you should at least send that guy on the ground to the hospital! He's still breathing..."
Uncle Zhang had only met well-spoken and cultured people at the Wen family. Where had he ever seen such a vulgar country man?
Those who claim to be from the upper class, even if they are really terrible at heart, have to pretend to be nice and talkative. How could they talk like this?
Uncle Zhang was a little confused. What else could he do if he killed someone instead of calling the police?
This is like a person in modern society suddenly traveling back to primitive society and having no idea of the other side's ways.
"Uncle Zhang, I guess we can't call the police today..."
Song Ning took a step forward and stood right in front of Uncle Zhang.
"It would be strange if I could call the police on these people right now!"
"What should we do then?"
After Song Ning's guidance, Uncle Zhang gradually calmed down.
Although he had never seen such a scene before, he had been with Wen Lan through several major workers' strikes.
If he had excluded the dead man on the ground and considered these people in front of him as people on strike with a purpose, Uncle Zhang would have known what was going on.
"Ms. Song Ning, these people are going through all this trouble just for money..."
"There's a black suitcase in the trunk of the car, and it's full of money. Madam was worried that it would be inconvenient for you to carry money while you're away, so she asked me to get it."
"I've bought some of them here and there over the past few days, and a rough count would show there are probably around 50,000 or 60,000 left..."
"It's really unfortunate. We gave them some money to get rid of them..."
The money in China is not as good as that in foreign countries, and the purchasing power of money is still quite good.
Fifty or sixty thousand is roughly equivalent to five or six hundred thousand ten years later, a considerable amount of property.
In Uncle Zhang’s opinion, anything that can be solved with money is not a problem!
It’s because the Wen family is so wealthy that they don’t even care about this money!
"Give me money? You want to settle this privately? How do you do that?"
Although Uncle Zhang spoke in a low voice, someone with sharp ears in the crowd still heard it.
The man immediately shouted excitedly, and Uncle Zhang was too late to stop him.
"Settle it privately? This is a human life! How can it be dismissed with just a few lousy coins..."
The old woman who was crying and clapping her legs on the ground seemed to have a radar on her ears. As soon as she heard the word "private settlement", she stopped crying immediately.
He supported himself on the ground with his hands, struggled to stand up, walked up to Song Ning angrily, pointed at Song Ning's nose and started cursing.
"You, a butcher, should go to hell and die a miserable death..."
He Yi's face suddenly darkened, and he grabbed the old woman's finger and said, "Shut up!"
"You haven't even investigated the truth of the matter yet, and you're already calling me an executioner. Who gives you the guts?"
"Besides... open your eyes wide and look. Is that man on the ground dead?!"
"As a wife, why don't you go check on your husband's life or death? Instead, you come to cause trouble for us. What's your intention?"
He Yi was tall, with a dark face, and he had the aura of someone who had been hanging around the bus station for years. His aura was quite intimidating.
Song Ning wanted to laugh when she saw He Yi's dark face.
I don’t know if He Yi had a genetic mutation or what, but He Huan is so handsome, but he has an ordinary appearance.
If his face was any darker, he would simply be unbearable to look at. Every time He Huan saw him, he looked as if he couldn't bear to look at him.
Song Ning heard He Huan mutter more than once: His mother is not that ugly!
How could my son grow up like this?
The old woman whose fingers were pried open by He Yi immediately let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, and five or six young men of different heights, weights and bodies immediately rushed out from the crowd.
"Let my mother go!"
"What do you want to do? You're so arrogant even though you killed someone!"
"Brothers, we'll fight for you!"
…
Each of those men was holding a piece of tool for working in the fields.
Pickaxes, shovels, sickles and so on, it seemed like he had everything he could bring from home in his hands.
Many of the tools they hold are not useful at this time of year...
Song Ning curled her lips sarcastically, and roughly understood what they were up to.
"After what happened today, how much money will they give you? I'll double it!"
As soon as these words came out, the old woman who was crying loudly stopped crying.
He stared at Song Ning intently, as if trying to judge the truthfulness of what Song Ning said...
The old woman's sons looked at each other hesitantly, their minds racing with plans.
Nowadays, it is not an ordinary person who can drive a car, not to mention that the car in front of you is hundreds of times better than those popular jeeps.
It should be quite valuable!
The eyes of the men, tall, short, fat and thin, were quickly filled with greed.
The person who ordered them to do the work according to the plan had originally promised that they would receive 2,000 yuan each after the work was completed.
Now that things have just started, you can get 4,000 yuan?!
There is such a good thing?!
"Bah! Bullshit! You killed our father and you're trying to turn the tables on us! I'm going to fight you today!"
A thin man among the group pushed aside the brothers blocking the way in front of him, took a big step forward, and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm in the direction of Song Ning.
Song Ning was so disgusted that she couldn't help but take a few steps back. The little fox also had a look of disgust on his face, shaking his tail to cover his eyes.
When the thin man saw Song Ning retreat, he was secretly pleased with himself, thinking that Song Ning was afraid, so he swung the hoe in his hand and hit Song Ning on the head and face.
He didn't really want to kill Song Ning, but Song Ning was the only one in the group who looked the easiest to bully, and judging by the way she was dressed, she was obviously a demanding person.
As long as we catch her, why worry about not getting more money?!
The thin man had a big plan in mind, without even considering whether He Yi was willing to agree!
He Yi has been fighting since he was a child, and he has become a bully in places like bus stations where all kinds of people gather. He can guess what the other party is up to without even raising his eyelids.
Are you looking for a beating?
I'll let you beat me enough today!
"Stand back a bit, let me stretch my muscles today..."
“No problem…no problem!”
Song Ning patted He Yi's shoulder with a smile, and stuffed a yellow talisman into He Yi's pocket.
He Yi was stunned for a moment, but he knew that Song Ning would not harm him, so he suppressed his doubts and did not ask.
After doing all this, Song Ning obediently pulled Zhang Shuyou back a few steps and stood next to the car to watch the show.
These men in front of him should be minor characters, just appetizers, so it would be good to give He Yi some time to move around.
Besides, what she had just stuffed into He Yi's pocket was a stronger version of the "lucky charm"...
It’s not entirely true to call it a lucky charm. It was developed by Song Ning’s third senior brother based on an unorthodox magic spell.
It's okay to use it occasionally, as long as you don't use it long-term.
The most powerful thing about this talisman is that it can plunder the opponent's luck and use it for one's own benefit.
As one side gains strength, the other loses strength. I'm afraid the other side's hoe will hit our own people...
Song Ning smiled with great pride, and the little fox glanced at her thoughtfully.
I really don't know where this girl learned all these skills, she can even use such a weird talisman...
But judging by her overall style, she should still be from an orthodox Xuanmen background...
This is strange!
Is there anyone in the Xuanmen who is so casual and tolerant?
I need to ask He Huan about changing my name...
Song Ning didn't know about the little fox's little talisman yet, but she became suspicious of her abilities.
Even if I knew about Song Ning, I wouldn't be afraid. What's the harm in knowing?
This is a different time now. It's not the time when she first came here. It's still unclear who will win!
Not to mention that Xuanmen is now in decline, making it hard to find rivals...?
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