Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 676 690 [Old-fashioned]

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Song Zhichao bent over, reached out and picked up all the 800 yuan scattered on the ground one by one.

He did it very carefully and earnestly. After picking it up, he patted the dust on the money with his hands lovingly.

The people around looked at him with different expressions, some with contempt, some with envy, and some with disdain.

Song Zhichao put the money in his hand, slapped his palm, and then walked towards Long Jianfei.

Long Jianfei looked at him contemptuously, his eyes full of sarcasm and sarcasm, as if he was looking at a pug, or a beggar, who was about to wag his tail to beg for mercy.

That's right, if I donate him 800 yuan, he must say thank you or something-this bastard is shameful, I'm sorry to take the money away so directly.

Song Zhichao walked up to him, and Long Jianfei had already thought out his lines, "You don't have to thank me, I don't have much, I just have a lot of money—this money is for you, it's right to be a charity, get out! Don't let me do it before See you again!"

Then the other party said thank you gratefully, and left wagging his tail like a dog—Long Jianfei felt that this scene would be very satisfying, yes, there is nothing more satisfying than watching others make a fool of themselves.

Long Jianfei raised his head and chest, like a victorious general, with his eyelids down, staring at Song Zhichao, waiting for him to say thank you.

but--
Song Zhichao didn't say anything, instead he folded up the money in his hand, and put it directly in the top pocket of Long Jianfei's suit in front of everyone and in front of Long Jianfei - the wad of banknotes was like a pocket square, blowing against the wind exhibitors.

Long Jianfei: "..."

Deng Caidie: "..."

Fat third class: "..."

Before Long Jianfei woke up, Song Zhichao stretched out his hand and patted Long Jianfei's shoulder, like an elder teaching a younger generation, old-fashioned: "Money should not be spent indiscriminately, and it is not easy for your parents to make money!"

Long Jianfei: "..."

I just felt that at this moment, my face was red and hot, and my blood was boiling hot.

When in his life has he been so underestimated?

But before he could open his mouth, Song Zhichao said in an imposing manner: "To be honest, you are not qualified to be a prodigal if you want to be like this!"

Long Jianfei: "..."

Slap in the face!Super slap in the face!
Someone even said that he is not even worthy of being a prodigal son!
what are you?
A lowly person, a poor ghost, dare to criticize me in this tone? !court death!
Just as Young Master Feilong Longjian was furious and the volcano was about to erupt, sirens sounded from afar.

……

Whoa, whoa, whoa! ——
The police are here.

In this era, since Zhonghai is a relatively prosperous metropolis, many foreign tourists and international friends come here to play or have meetings. Therefore, the city government is very concerned about the construction of the city's image. It is difficult to get out of trouble like this. .

Although Long Jianfei has an unusual status and is not too afraid of these little policemen, he is a noble person after all. If he gets involved in such trivial matters, his family will definitely affect his personal image if he is found out by his family—it is not worth the trouble.

Immediately, Long Jianfei winked at Fat San and said, "Let's go!"

Although Fat San acted recklessly, he also knew that it would not be good to make small things into big troubles, not to mention that these policemen were very difficult to deal with, so he viciously kicked Nie Weidong who was pinned down on the ground until his nose bleeds. Only then did he curse angrily: "You are lucky, kid!" He beckoned his two subordinates to leave.

These people came and went quickly, and those who watched the excitement knew that there was nothing to see, and if they stayed any longer, they might be caught by the police uncle as a witness, so they dispersed.

Nie Weidong, who survived the catastrophe, knelt on the ground and coughed violently, his nose was bleeding profusely. He wiped the back of his hand, but couldn't stop it. It seemed that Fat San kicked too hard.

At this time, a handkerchief was handed to him.

Song Zhichao said, "Wipe it!"

Nie Weidong raised his head, shook off his long hair, revealed his eyebrows, and looked at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao also looked at him.

Nie Weidong took the handkerchief, covered his nose, and soon the clean handkerchief was stained red with nosebleeds.

"Can you get up?" Song Zhichao asked.

Nie Weidong wiped his nosebleed, smiled wryly and said, "I still can't die."

Song Zhichao helped him up.

The sirens were getting closer, and a policeman in front could even be heard asking, "Who was fighting just now?"

Song Zhichao knew he had to leave.

Pulling up the bicycle, holding Nie Weidong by the arm, he squeezed towards the crowded place.

There were people coming and going on the street, and their shadows soon disappeared.

The police arrived behind and saw a pool of blood on the ground. They didn't know what happened. They asked people around, but most of them didn't know anything.

Occasionally, a couple of people with a strong sense of justice told the police uncle what happened just now, how they fought each other, chasing after each other, chasing cicadas in eight steps... In the end, the catcher was kicked until his nose bleeds. , It was told vividly, like a martial arts novel.

Hearing that it was just a broken head and a nosebleed, the police uncles breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it is not a serious criminal case and no one calls the police, they will not pursue it too much—after all, the police force is limited, and they still have a lot of important things to do. things to do.

……

Zhonghai City, Hongqiao District——
In front is an area waiting for construction after demolition.

Over the past few years, Zhonghai's economy has developed rapidly, and many dilapidated urban areas have entered the process of regular demolition and reconstruction.

In this era, demolition work is easy to do, and neither the contractor nor the relevant departments have yet fallen into the vicious circle of profit-seeking.

In this era, the government works for the welfare of the common people, and many real estate developers sell their houses at reasonable prices. The ruthless real estate model like Hong Kong has not yet affected here.

Of course, the most important thing is that people in this era have not considered buying a house as an investment. Many people buy a house for living.

Song Zhichao has always been adhering to the belief that "a good man will do his best to the end"—since he has saved Nie Weidong, young master Nie, a good man will do his best to send him home.

And here is near where Nie Weidong lives.

At this moment, Song Zhichao took the broken bicycle to an old man who repaired bicycles in an alley.

Nie Weidong's bleeding nostrils were stuffed with paper, and with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he started chatting with the old man.

The old man smiled and asked Nie Weidong who was beaten again today, and the other party received a few more punches.

Nie Weidong handed him a cigarette, and then bragged in front of Song Zhichao, saying how good he was. He beat three of them one at a time. In the end, he returned triumphantly with only a slight bruise on his nose.

The old man listened cheerfully, and walked around the bicycle a few times, saying that the car was badly hit and it would take some time to fix it, so Nie Weidong and Song Zhichao would pick it up tomorrow.

Nie Weidong flattered Mr. Feng and said that you are not good at this skill - this bicycle will be as good as new tomorrow, and then asked how much it is.

Uncle Feng said that it would cost at least [-] cents, and the dragon crutches needed to be straightened, which would take a lot of work.

Nie Weidong hurriedly said goodbye, which one of us is with the other, although I don't live here often, but I can be regarded as a neighbor, and I even brought water for you yesterday.

It turned out that Uncle Feng was busy with business yesterday, and there was no water when he repaired the tire of the car, so Nie Weidong volunteered to let the uncle watch the stall, and he went to a distance to bring half a basin of water, but he didn't expect this favor to be used today.

Uncle Feng is also humorous. Hearing what Nie Weidong said, he laughed and said that your pot of water is too valuable, thirty cents, and I dare not use you in the future. Your manpower is more expensive than a tractor plowing the land.

Nie Weidong was smiling with a cigarette in his mouth.

Uncle Feng finally said that this time the repair is free, and it will not be an example.

Nie Weidong smugly touched Song Zhichao with his shoulder and said, "See, this is called human affection!"

After leaving Uncle Feng's bicycle repair shop, Song Zhichao helped the limping Nie Weidong back home.

On the way, Nie Weidong suddenly said: "You are very young."

Song Zhichao didn't know what it meant.

Nie Weidong said again: "You are full of blood."

Song Zhichao didn't understand what this meant, but he soon understood.

(End of this chapter)