Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 159
"You dare to hit me?"

With a "crack" of stick stem, he stood up, and he pointed at Ma Hua, his face full of anger.

Ever since he came to the canteen of the rolling mill, everyone has been polite to him, he is like the emperor, not to mention how comfortable he is, this is the first time someone has not given him face.

"What's wrong with beating you? I'll just beat you, there's no ethics, bah!"

Ma Hua stretched out his hand and slapped the stick again, and then spat at him.

"You..."

"Shazhu really raised a wolf cub, Jia Geng, you even beat your father, are you still a joke?"

Next to him, Liu Lan looked at the stick with a look of disdain.

In the back kitchen, the others stopped pretending and started pointing and talking about the stick.

"You How do you know? Did he tell you?"

Stick subconsciously took a step back, his face was very ugly.

"Hmph, stick, if you want people not to know, unless you do nothing, you've done it, why are you afraid that others will say it? Bah, you are really capable, even your father was beaten."

Liu Lan couldn't help but spat at him again.

You know, in the courtyard, many people are employees of the rolling mill. As soon as they went to work this morning, this gossip spread.

Former cafeteria directors, silly Zhu, He Yuzhu.

He was beaten by his stepson who had just joined him. The news was so explosive that it spread throughout the rolling mill in the morning.

"Silly Zhu dared to beat my mother, why should I teach him a lesson? Let me tell you, from now on, he will not be my father!"

The stick felt very aggrieved, why did no one stand up when the silly Zhu hit his mother?
Everyone in the back kitchen wanted to fight for Shazhu, why didn't they cry out for his mother?

"Stupid? You can also call me stupid?"

With a sullen face, Ma Hua walked forward slowly.

"Bang, today I will be my master and educate you well."

Ma Hua clenched his fist and swung it directly.

"Boom."

"Hey, Ma, you dare to hit me? I'll fuck your uncle."

Stick stem wiped the nosebleed and rushed straight up.

Ma Hua is Sha Zhu's little follower, he didn't pay attention to him before, but now he dares to fight with him.

Sticking out of breath, he directly gave Ma Hua a hard punch, punching him on the head.

"Ouch."

"I'm going to kill you today."

Their eyes were red, and they immediately wrestled together.

Stick is taller than Ma Hua, and he gradually gains the upper hand when fighting.

Next to him, Liu Lan couldn't stand it any longer, so she immediately ran over to persuade him to start a fight.

"Jia Geng, Ma Hua, stop fighting."

As she said that, she looked down at the stick's calf, and raised her leg with a kick.

"Hiss, the surname Liu, you're getting sidetracked, whoops..."

When Stickong didn't pay attention, Ma Hua punched him in the eye.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting."

At this time, other people in the back kitchen also gathered around.

They persuaded him, and they persuaded him to the ground. Finally, he fell to the ground, holding his head and being beaten by everyone.

Seeing that BangGong remained silent, Ma Hua became even more angry, and immediately kicked him hard again.

"Hey, you little white-eyed wolf, you beat yourself up, and you still dare to come to the back kitchen? I really don't want to live."

Liu Lan also spat on the stick.

In this back kitchen, who hasn't been friends with Sha Zhu for more than ten years?
Now that someone is taking the lead, they are happy to kick in.

In the end, it was Ma Hua who stopped the crowd, "Okay, for the sake of my teacher's wife, I'll let you off this time, and in the back kitchen, you'll be a man with your tail between your legs, bah!"

As soon as Ma Hua finished speaking, everyone dispersed.

They chop vegetables, shake the spoons, everyone is busy, but no one cares about sticks.

"hiss……"

Stick loosened the hand holding his head and slowly got up.

At this moment, he looked miserable, his face was red and swollen, his nose and mouth were bleeding, and his clothes were covered with footprints.

After touching the circle of his left eye, he immediately gasped in pain.

Looking at the people in the back kitchen, he had a vicious look on his face.

"You wait for me, this matter is not over."

Limping out of the back kitchen of the cafeteria, he went directly to the factory.

……

"Director, you have to make the decision for me. In the cafeteria, Mahua led a group of people to beat me. If you don't care, I will report to the police."

Deputy Factory Manager Yang was sitting behind the desk. He was also taken aback when he saw the stick.

The key is that the current appearance of the stick is too miserable, and it has been beaten so badly.

Taking a closer look, he frowned and shook his head.

"It's outrageous, it's outrageous, how can you beat someone like this? It's okay, I know about it, Jia Geng, it just so happens that you are getting married, so you should rest at home for a few days."

"Ah? That's it? What about MCA?"

Bang Geng was taken aback, his face was very ugly.

He came to sue, not to ask for leave.

"Factory director, where is MCA? If you don't deal with him, I will report to the police."

Deputy Director Yang's face sank.

He glanced at BangGong, and then shouted out: "Xiao Zhao, go to the cafeteria and call Ma Hua."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and went about his own business, as if the stick didn't exist.

Stick grinned, feeling a burning pain all over his body.

Seeing that no one came yet, he pulled out the chair and sat down.

After waiting for a while, Ma Hua ran in with a scroll stuck in his nose.

Glaring at Bang Geng fiercely, he looked behind the desk, "Director, what do you need from me?"

Deputy Factory Director Yang raised his head, glanced at Ma Hua, and then couldn't help laughing.

"Can't you use shorter paper? You're like that pig with green onions in his nose."

Ma Hua didn't get angry when he heard it, but became more energetic.

"Director, you don't even know how hard Jia Geng beat me. The nosebleed couldn't stop. If the people in the back kitchen didn't stop me, I would have been beaten to death by him."

"Ma, I beat you? Obviously you led a group of people to beat me."

The stick stood up with a "crack".

He limped up to Ma Hua, his eyes were red, and he wanted to give him another blow.

"Jia Geng, everyone in the back kitchen can testify that it was you who made the first move. I was acting in self-defense."

Ma Hua has a righteous face, and he is not afraid of sticking out at all.

In the back kitchen of the rolling mill, no one would give him face.

Of course, it is also what stick stems do, which is too infuriating.

"You... you, you bastard."

Stick stem blushed.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Deputy Factory Manager Yang patted the table a few times, and when both of them had looked over, he said slowly:
"Mahua, is there someone who is as self-defense as you? Self-defense can't beat people so hard. Half a month's wages will be deducted from you. That's it. Go back and cook quickly. Don't delay the workers from eating at noon."

Ma Hua's heart ached, he looked up at Deputy Director Yang, seeing that he had no intention of speaking, he had to turn his head and leave.

(End of this chapter)