Two days later at noon.

On the construction site of Sanxin Company, Dajun sat in the foreman's shed for dinner, smacked his lips and said, "Have you paid the wages?"

"Give it, give it." A foreman on the left responded immediately: "I went to the finance place and paid it out."

"Sanxin is not short of this little money, so he will definitely not owe it to the yellow." Dajun said, biting the garlic clove, "But now... I feel a little bit in the wrong team... Old Jia and Jiajun have a bad relationship, and I don't feel comfortable staying... So we should finish this job quickly, and if I don't do it well, I will flash."

"Okay, the progress is no problem." Another contractor whispered: "Anyway, we all follow you. If you want to leave, our team will leave."

"Yeah." Dajun ate the noodles and lowered his head and continued, "After the meal, I'll get you 30,000 yuan. Your ingredients yesterday will be done."

The people below the army all included small items, and they all included labor and materials, and needed advance funds, so he himself also had one share, and the remaining few contractors also had shares.

"Are you tight on your hands?" asked the contractor.

"Damn it, I thought I could make some money from the scene two days ago, but who knew I couldn't understand the matter and offended Lao Jia." Dajun responded in an irritable tone.

"What does it mean?" asked the fat man on the left frowned.

"He asked me to lead someone to Zhou Canhui, can I go? What kind of physical shape is my? What kind of physical shape is the Zhou Group? I'm going to touch the prince, and Lao Jia will not know when to transfer back to the headquarters... Then can I still be waiting for DaL?" Dajun sighed and said, "I didn't go, he might be angry... I didn't pay the money for the venue, and I'm working with Sanxin now, so it's hard to care about him, otherwise he will block my project payment, will we be more trouble?"

"No, then he didn't give the money. How did the people below you pass it? What about those kids?" asked the foreman in confusion.

"Then why don't you give it away? If you don't have money, don't give it to me! They are all a bunch of little bastards, and it will be useless." Dajun responded without taking it seriously: "If Lao Jia settles the money later, I can be generous. But if he doesn't settle it now, you two will help me with some... When the big project payment is paid, I won't let you do it."

"That's fine," the fat man nodded and replied, "I'll go to settle the money for the materials tonight."

The few people chatted and had dinner, and it was almost one o'clock.

Outside the foreman's shed door.

Yang Long, Wei Huzi, and Xiaozhou, three of them, were shaved with big bald heads and wearing thin leather jackets, and pulled the door and entered the shed.

"Haha, fuck, the girl you looked for in Honghu last time was called me yesterday...!" Dajun sat on the chair, wiping his mouth, and bragging to the foreman.

"Brother Jun!" Wei Huzi touched the frost flower on his bald head and shouted softly.

Dajun turned around and saw the three of them for a long time before saying, "Why are you here again?"

"Come and ask for money." Yang Long replied in a brief sentence.

"Oh, fuck!" Dajun frowned and cursed, lowered his head and pointed at the Furong King, turned his head and asked, "Are you three injured healed again?"

"It's not good, but we have to ask for money." Wei Huzi stood at the door and said expressionlessly: "Brother, you are fine. Give this money, otherwise we will not be able to pass the New Year."

"Then you die." Dajun frowned and cursed: "I'm strolling outside and making money with my ability. I was shot in the demolition that year (I didn't give you money). What are you?"

Wei Huzi pondered for a while: "Today I will get the money based on my ability."

Dajun scratched his scalp, lowered his head and picked up the crocodile clutch, squinted his eyes and pulled out 30,000 yuan from it and threw it on the table: "There are 30,000 yuan here, I see how you took it away with your ability?"

"Haha." The fat foreman brushed the enamel jar serving rice, and turned around and teased the three of them: "Is the hair not growing enough, so I'm going to have a society? Is it so easy to get out of here? Get out of here, don't talk about it."

The heat in the house is rising, and the cold wind is howling outside the house.

Wei Huzi stared at the 30,000 yuan on the table, hesitated for a long time, and then gritted his teeth and walked forward.

Dajun crossed his legs and smoked cigarettes, and did not look at Wei Huzi directly. He turned his head and asked at the fat man: "Does that girl have a husband?"

Wei Huzi glanced at the army, stepped to the table, and reached out to pick up 30,000 yuan.

"Bang!"

Dajun sat on the chair, waved his arm and whipped Wei Huzi in the face, and cursed with a smile: "Fuck your mother, put down the money."

Not only did Wei Huzi not let go, but his cheeks were red and swollen and said, "You still need me to have more than 40,000 yuan. If you wipe it off, you can just give it 40,000 yuan."

"What did you say?" Dajun asked with a smile.

"Give me another 40,000."

"Bang!" Dajun waved his hand and slapped Wei Huzi again: "You say it again, I didn't hear it clearly!"

Wei Huzi was stunned for three seconds, and suddenly pulled out the kitchen knife from his arms, raised his hand, and the knife fell.

"Puff!"

Dajun's face was blossoming, his nose was instantly chopped and his flesh was flipped. He instantly covered his wound with both hands: "I'll fuck your mother!"

"You still dare to use the knife?"

The fat man reached out and grabbed Wei Huzi's arm.

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open, and another foreman pulled his neck and shouted, "The person who asked for the account is here, and he still has a fucking knife,"

With a shout, four or five young men in charge led seven or eight workers who were having dinner with them and rushed into the house.

"Who? Who did the knife?"

"Fuck your mom, what are you doing? From the kitchen knife team?"

“…!”

Several young men in charge, as well as big and thick workers, were carrying iron rods, wooden cubes, and chopping. The knife instantly surrounded the three relatively thin young men.

Wei Huzi looked at the middle-aged man who was much older than him, and first swallowed, then shouted: "What did you say when you came?"

After Yang Long and Xiaozhou were stunned for a moment, they then pulled out the kitchen knife from their arms in a neat manner and shouted in unison: "Whoever runs away and whoever runs away!"

"Fuck your mother!"

Wei Huzi closed his eyes, jumped up with a kitchen knife and chopped.

Three young men, who were in trouble, burst out with the final energy when they were desperate and were beaten again, or even chopped.

This is completely different from a few kids who drink some wine, kneel on the ground and make a promise, then fight with others, fight one dozen, or fight a few people, and finally win, and you feel that the world is theirs...

Wei Huzi, Yang Long, and Xiaozhou are really good at working adults in society. They fight less and have the mentality of taking away money from everything they say today, and they have to fight with Dajun and the others.

...

Two or three minutes later, Wei Huzi felt that he could not cut off anyone, so he opened his eyes and yelled in the kitchen knife, "Fuck your mother, come on! Do it!"

The workers, managers and foremen, stood in the already-torn shed with weapons, all two or three meters away from Wei Huzi, Yang Long, Xiaozhou and others.

Wei Huzi's temples were bleeding, and he stared at the army with his eyes and shouted: "Damn it, you dare not touch the great b characters, and you don't even dare to enter the house with a gun. You will bully us, the group of people who are kneeling and making money. Are we so easy to bully? How do you know that I was beaten and dare not fight back?!"

"Chop him!" Yang Long roared, raised his arm and slashed at the army.
Chapter completed!