Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 1105 Yan Jiecheng's New Action

No wonder Zhong Yuemin was so surprised.

You know, ice skating is not something that ordinary people can afford these days.

Zhong Yuemin raised his head in annoyance, looking at the little man with reluctance and doubt in his eyes. His voice was a little hoarse, and he asked anxiously, "Who are you?"

The little man had a smug smile on his face. He raised his chin slightly and replied in a joking tone: "Who am I? Humph, I'm your grandfather." As soon as the little man finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter around him. The laughter was like a sharp sword, deeply hurting Zhong Yuemin's heart.

Zhong Yuemin's face became even uglier. He bit his lips tightly, his heart filled with anger and humiliation. He never thought that he would make a fool of himself in front of so many people, and be humiliated by the little guy.

The woman's eyes, which were originally full of expectation and excitement, suddenly became cold and sharp. She raised her chin slightly, folded her hands in front of her chest, and her eyes revealed a strong contempt.

"Humph, I was expecting you to show off your skills. I thought you were so great and amazing, but seeing how miserable you are now, I am so disappointed." The woman's voice was clear and loud, like a sharp ice cone piercing Zhong Yuemin. "You can't even beat such a small guy. You are really not a man. I had a little fantasy about you before, but now it seems that you are just a boastful guy with nothing on your face." She continued to mock mercilessly, and every word seemed to hit Zhong Yuemin's heart like a heavy hammer. Zhong Yuemin lay on the ground, listening to the woman's ridicule, and felt his face burning.

The little man was full of pride at this time, like a little rooster who had just won. He held his hands in front of his chest and strode to Zhong Yuemin with a proud look. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes were full of provocation, and a smug smile hung on the corners of his mouth. He said loudly: "Hey, it's time to fulfill your promise, right? Call me grandpa. You swore in front of so many people. If you want to cheat, you can't do that." The little man's voice was sharp and piercing, like a steel needle piercing Zhong Yuemin, with a strong sense of provocation.

Zhong Yuemin's face flushed red, and the flames of anger burned in his eyes. He sat up suddenly from the ground, glaring at the little man, his heart full of resentment and humiliation. "I won't shout! You are cheating, the way you hit me just now was not fair at all. You are deliberately playing tricks on me and used unfair means to beat me." Zhong Yuemin retorted loudly, his voice full of anger and grievance.

"Hey, you've lost the bet. Do you want to deny what you said? It's not up to you." The little man didn't give in and continued to pressure Zhong Yuemin, with a more smug look on his face. "If you don't shout, you'll be out of this skating rink in the future. Everyone will know that you're a man who doesn't keep his word."

"I just won't shout, what can you do to me?" Zhong Yuemin raised his chin stubbornly, refusing to compromise. His eyes revealed firmness and determination, as if telling the little guy that he would not give in easily. "You used this method to win me, it's not worth it for me to fulfill my promise."

The two of them started arguing, and their voices became louder and louder.

The young people who were watching saw Zhong Yuemin and the short guy arguing with each other, and they began to accuse Zhong Yuemin of breaking his promise.

"Hey, why is this guy like this? He doesn't keep his word." A young man with long hair said with a frown, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"That's right, if you lose you should admit it. It's really shameless to still cheat." Another young man in a flowered shirt echoed, his eyes full of contempt.

“Don’t you know how to accept defeat after a bet is lost? He was bragging so much just now, but now he doesn’t dare to fulfill his promise.” A young man wearing sunglasses shook his head, his tone full of sarcasm.

Zhong Yuemin was a child of a wealthy family after all, and had never suffered such humiliation.

Zhong Yuemin's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it. He glared at the little man, and with suppressed anger in his voice, he warned: "Listen to me, if you offend me, you will not have a good result. I, Zhong Yuemin, am not someone you can easily mess with. You used this method to defeat me today, and you will regret it in the future."

However, the little guy didn't care about Zhong Yuemin's warning at all. He raised his mouth slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile, and continued to laugh at Zhong Yuemin: "Huh, you? What can you do to me? You don't even dare to fulfill your promise, and you are still talking nonsense here. I think you are just a weakling who can only brag."

Zhong Yuemin was furious, and his anger was like a volcano about to erupt, with hot magma rolling and surging in his heart. He suddenly got up from the ground, his eyes were red, as if burning with rage. He clenched his teeth, his cheeks puffed up, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly because of anger.

Zhong Yuemin swung his fist, punching the little guy with a whirring sound. His fist was like a cannonball, swift and powerful, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart with this punch. The veins in his arms bulged, and every blood vessel seemed to be telling of his anger.

The little guy was very agile. He turned his body slightly and easily dodged Zhong Yuemin's fist. There was a hint of mockery in his eyes, as if he was mocking Zhong Yuemin's recklessness. The little guy quickly fought back and punched Zhong Yuemin in the cheek.

Zhong Yuemin quickly raised his arm to block, and the little man's fist hit his arm with a dull sound.

The little guy saw the right opportunity, exerted his strength suddenly, and tripped Zhong Yuemin to the ground with a sideways hook leg. Before Zhong Yuemin could react, the little guy pressed on him like a hungry tiger. The little guy's fists hit Zhong Yuemin like raindrops, and each punch was full of fierceness. Zhong Yuemin wanted to resist, but he was suppressed by the little guy and couldn't move at all.

The little man beat Zhong Yuemin violently, and said viciously: "Call me grandpa! Weren't you arrogant? Why are you silent now?" His eyes were full of ferocity and pride, as if he was enjoying the victory at this moment. Zhong Yuemin's face was covered with scars, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. He twisted his body in pain, his heart filled with humiliation and anger.

But under the strong pressure from the little guy, he was unable to put up an effective resistance.

Zhong Yuemin felt as if his body was crushed by a huge rock. The little man's fist was as hard as steel, and every blow made him suffer. His consciousness began to blur, and despair surged in his heart. He felt that he was really going to be beaten to death. At this critical moment, the instinct of survival overcame his stubbornness.

Zhong Yuemin opened his mouth with difficulty and shouted in a weak and trembling voice: "Grandpa." Those two words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and were accompanied by endless humiliation and helplessness.

The young people watching were stunned at first, and then burst into laughter. The laughter was like a wave, hitting Zhong Yuemin's heart wave after wave. They pointed at Zhong Yuemin, their faces full of ridicule and contempt.

"Haha, I thought he was a tough guy, but I didn't expect him to give in so quickly." A young man laughed and said with disdain in his eyes. "That's right, he's such a wimp, not even a man at all." Another young man followed suit, his tone full of contempt.

Zhong Yuemin lay on the ground, listening to the accusations, his teeth chattering.

At this time, the little man suddenly leaned close to Zhong Yuemin's ear and whispered, "Wang Weidong asked me to say hello to you."

Zhong Yuemin felt as if he was struck by lightning.

Only then did he understand that the short guy targeted him because of Wang Weidong's instructions.

"Damn you Wang Weidong, since you've been so cruel to me, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

  .....

Zhong Yuemin was beaten, but Yan Jiecheng lived a very good life.

He met a foreign businessman named Han Xifang.

  Han Xifang is very rich and generous. How could Yan Jiecheng not be happy just eating and drinking with Han Xifang all day long?

That day, Han Xifang enthusiastically invited Yan Jiecheng to the tavern for a drink. The tavern was filled with the aroma of mellow wine and a lively atmosphere. Yan Jiecheng and Han Xifang sat opposite each other, and as they drank and exchanged cups, their relationship gradually became warmer.

  After three rounds of drinks, Yan Jiecheng was already a little drunk. At this moment, Han Fangfang lowered his voice and said to Yan Jiecheng mysteriously: "Brother, I have something I want to ask you for help. Can you help me get an Orchid car?" Yan Jiecheng was shocked when he heard this, and he sobered up a little instantly. He widened his eyes and looked at Han Fangfang, not knowing how to respond. He knew that in this era, cars were not so easy to get, let alone an Orchid car. Yan Jiecheng fell into deep thought, and his heart was entangled. On the one hand, he didn't want to offend this new customer; on the other hand, he was also aware of the difficulty and risk of this matter. The atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became tense.

Yan Jiecheng frowned, looking embarrassed. He waved his hand and said, "This is too difficult. Cars are not something that easy to get."

Han Fangfang was not willing to give in. He narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a sly smile: "Brother, don't refuse so quickly. The uncle in your compound is the director of the Lanhua Automobile Factory. You are neighbors, and your relationship is not ordinary. You must have a way."

When Yan Jiecheng heard this, his face suddenly turned gloomy, his eyes flashed with dissatisfaction, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Humph, that Wang Weidong? He never helps the residents. What does his position as the factory director have to do with us residents? Usually when we go to him for something, he always acts as if he is superior and doesn't take us seriously at all."

When he got excited, Yan Jiecheng's voice rose a few degrees unconsciously, and he clenched his fists, as if he had great resentment towards Wang Weidong. "He only cares about his official position, and doesn't care about our lives. It's simply unrealistic to ask me to ask him for help with the car."

Han Fangfang looked at Yan Jiecheng's angry and helpless expression, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident smile. He leaned forward slightly and said in a low voice: "Brother, as long as you can help me get a bus ticket, I can give you 2,000 yuan."

When Yan Jiecheng heard this, his eyes widened instantly, his face full of disbelief. Two thousand yuan, in this era, is a huge sum of money. His heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and his breathing became rapid. In his mind, he began to quickly calculate the feasibility of this deal.

There was a hint of hesitation and excitement in Yan Jiecheng's eyes, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know how to start.

He knew very well that Wang Weidong would definitely not give him this face.

Yan Jiecheng's eyes wavered for a short time, then gradually became firm. He knew that Wang Weidong would definitely not give him the bus ticket, but the temptation of the two thousand yuan was too great.

He lowered his head slightly, avoiding Han Xifang's sharp gaze, pretending to be determined after careful consideration, and said slowly: "Okay, I'll try. But this is not easy to do, and I can't guarantee that it will succeed."

When Han Fangfang heard Yan Jiecheng agree, he was delighted and said quickly, "Brother, as long as you try your best, it will be fine. After the matter is done, I will give you the two thousand yuan without a cent less."

Yan Jiecheng nodded, with a forced smile on his face, but in his mind he was thinking about how to cheat the money. A sly look flashed in his eyes, and he thought secretly: I'll cheat the money first, and as for the bus ticket, I'll just find an excuse to get it over with.

The tavern was filled with the smell of alcohol and the lights were dim.

After Yan Jiecheng and Han Xifang drank for a while, Yan Jiecheng frowned slightly, with a distressed expression on his face. He put down his glass, sighed and said, "Alas, you don't know, Wang Weidong is too greedy. I want to go to him to get a bus ticket, and I must give him a gift. I have to give him some expensive gifts, which will cost at least 1,500 yuan."

When Han Xifang heard this, his face suddenly turned ugly. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes showed a hint of hesitation and dissatisfaction. "One thousand five hundred yuan? That's too much." Han Xifang's voice was filled with doubt.

Yan Jiecheng quickly explained, "It's really not that much. Think about it, bus tickets are not that easy to get. Wang Weidong has a big appetite, and it's impossible to impress him if I give him less. And I have to spend a lot of effort to smooth the relationship."

The two began to bargain. Han Xifang stared at Yan Jiecheng and tried to lower the price: "One thousand yuan, no more." Yan Jiecheng shook his head and said no: "One thousand yuan is definitely not enough, at least one thousand two hundred yuan." Han Xifang firmly disagreed: "One thousand yuan, not a cent more."

Yan Jiecheng pretended to be embarrassed and thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, one thousand is one thousand. But you have to keep your word, and you can't regret it when I get the job done." Han Fangfang breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and agreed, "Don't worry, as long as you can get the bus ticket, I'll give you the one thousand yuan without a penny less." As he said that, he took out a stack of bills from his pocket, counted out one thousand yuan and handed it to Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiecheng took the money, with a barely perceptible smile on his face. He held the money tightly in his hand, as if he was afraid it would fly away.

Are you kidding? This is one thousand yuan. Yan Jiecheng has never seen so much money in his life.