"elder brother!!"

Yi Susu was behind Yi Jiuge, and her face turned red with anxiety. She quickly pulled Yi Jiuge and said, "Brother! It's not what you think! He is here to make up for the lessons, I'll tutor him math! Oh, haven't I told you?"

"What kind of tutoring! It's all a cover! This thorn egg is clearly a worm!"

Yi Jiuge was furious and pushed his sister away, with red eyes, swung the cracked guitar, and hit Chen Baichuan's forehead, who had just climbed up from the ground again!

"This is a misunderstanding!"

Chen Baichuan stood up with his head covered, stared at Yi Jiuge with his small eyes, and said with a weak heart: "You are Yi Jiuge, right? I am here to tutor! I am Zhang Jun's brother! You always know Zhang Jun?"

"I care whose brother you are! Zhang Jun takes advantage of my sister! I will beat you!"

As he said that, Yi Jiuge took the guitar and looked completely different from the melancholy young man who talked about guitar singing on the street a while ago. He shouted and chased him, and one of his shoes fell off, which was quite intimidating.

"I didn't seduce your wife! What a lunatic!"

Chen Baichuan covered his head, his clothes were pulled and broken. He turned his head and yelled at Yi Jiuge, and ran out in a very embarrassed manner.

Time flies very quickly, and more than a week has passed in a blink of an eye.

In Nishan Town, the original Tianlong Internet Cafe has been renovated and officially renamed Junhao Internet Cafe. Several bouquets of red flowers were placed at the entrance of the Internet Cafe. At 10 o'clock in the morning, Junhao opened after several earthly reds.

Half a month before opening, the Internet cafe held a series of activities, and everyone could access the Internet for half an hour a day, and members paid five yuan and one hundred yuan for one hundred yuan.

In addition, a famous drum team in the city was invited at the entrance of the Internet cafe. Most of the drum teams were young girls, five or six young and beautiful girls, dressed in cool clothes and dancing at the entrance of the Internet cafe, which attracted the attention of many passers-by. In short, the atmosphere was still quite hot.

In the BMW car opposite Junhao Internet Cafe, in the main driver, Qin Baoshan lowered the car window and looked at Zhang Haowen and others who were busy at the entrance of the Internet Cafe with a sinister face.

In the passenger seat, a middle-aged man in his forties in his white shirt glanced at Zhang Haowen and others at the door of Junhao Internet Cafe, then turned his head and rushed to Qin Baoshan next to him and said, "Baoshan, look at Zhang Haowen's smug look. You can really bear Zhang Jun and the others riding on your neck to shit!"

Hearing this, Qin Baoshan lit a cigarette with a dark face and said nothing.

Seeing that Qin Baoshan didn't say anything, the middle-aged man shook his head and said with a smile: "This Internet cafe can earn 300,000 or 400,000 yuan a year. This was something Zhang Jun snatched from you. I don't believe you can tolerate it!"

Qin Baoshan took a deep breath of cigarette, remained silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Song Yang, just look at it! Zhang Jun is going to huddle in Tongleping, and I really can't mess with him! But since he is coming to Dishan, I can fiddle with him as much as I want!"

The middle-aged Song Yang in white-square shirt nodded: "Yes, this place is a mountain after all, and even a foreigner can't make any waves."

"Well, wait and see."

Qin Baoshan said as he started the BMW sedan. While driving, he said coldly: "In half a month, Zhang Jun will have to roll the bed and leave!"

Three days later, on weekends, at around 5 pm, the King Kong family in Shuangzhong Village, Tongleping Town was mourning and joyful and peaceful.

Yes, King Kong's mother has advanced breast cancer. After more than two months in the hospital, she finally left.

At this moment, the second floor of the earthen house of the Vajra family was surrounded by people, elderly people, children, women, trumpets, monks who performed rituals...

King Kong was wearing a white mourning clothes and knelt in front of the spirit coffin. He looked haggard and looked like he hadn't washed his hair for a few days. His hair was covered with oil and dirt. He knelt quietly there without crying or crying, but his eyes were empty.

King Kong's father is an old alcoholic and a gambler. Not to mention that he has no ability to make money, he has been owed a lot of debts outside over the years because of gambling. Because of gambling, many relatives are also far away from their family.

If it weren't for the villagers' support of this funeral, it might be difficult for them to finally carry the widow.

The big trumpet on the door beam was playing mourning music. In the simple mourning hall, there were filial clothes and robes, which were extremely desolate.

"Liu Bo."

At the entrance of the mourning hall, Binzi was wearing a mourning clothes and shouted. Seeing that Vajra had not turned around, he immediately stepped forward and patted Vajra on the shoulder. He said nothing, but squatted beside the spirit coffin and burned paper money.

"Xiaobo, don't be too sad."

"Yes, in this life, no matter how rich and glorious you are, you must have this level."

Some old people at the door comforted King Kong one after another.

A village woman in her forties glanced at King Kong with her waist, then chattered and shook her head: "Liu Bo's son is really an ungrateful wolf. My mother doesn't cry even after she dies. It's a pity that his mother has raised him for so many years."

Hearing this, Binzi couldn't help but stand up, frowned and roared at the village woman: "Where do you think it's you? Whenever you have something to do, you will cry and treat crying as an act?"

The village woman's face was covered with flesh. When she heard this, she immediately put her hips on her hips and raised her eyebrows and said to Binzi: "Where did the little hairy child come from? She is not sensible at all! My mother died, but her son doesn't cry? Do you still have a conscience?"

Binzi shouted and was about to retort!

King Kong, who was kneeling in front of the spirit coffin, pulled Binzi, then turned around and looked at the village woman indifferently.

The village woman originally wanted to educate Binzi well, but when she saw King Kong's eyes, she immediately closed her mouth with awkward expression.

"Ding-"

A 5-Series BMW roared its horn, then slowly stopped in front of the earthen-breasted room, and then a "bang" sounded, and the door opened, and Li Shungen walked down with the car door.

"Shun Geng!"

"Shun Geng is here."

"Haha, there is such a big deal in the village, I should come and take a look."

Li Shungeng said with a smile, and waved his hand to greet the neighbors on a blind date.

“Where is the reception?”

"Here!"

Li Shungen walked to the reception desk with a smile, and after receiving a red envelope of 1,000 yuan, he turned his head and saw the Vajra kneeling in front of the spirit coffin.

"well."

Li Shungeng sighed, stepped forward, patted King Kong on the shoulder, and then squatted on the side and burned paper money.

"Xiaobo, let's be sad and follow the changes."

King Kong turned his head and looked at Li Shungeng, and a smile came out from the corner of his mouth: "I know, Uncle Geng, is Brother Long coming?"

"He." Li Shungeng was slightly stunned, and hesitated for a moment before whispering: "He may have gone to his mother-in-law's house."

"oh."

King Kong nodded with no fluctuations in his eyes and said nothing.

After burning the paper money for less than two minutes, Li Shungeng flipped the ash from his trousers and stood up.

King Kong turned his head and pulled Li Shungeng, with a slight pleading: "Uncle Geng, go back after dinner?"

"No, there is still a big deal waiting for me to deal with in the reservoir, you know."
Chapter completed!