The train driver in the courtyard

Chapter 116 Jia Dongxu in Action
'Suck. Suck'

Wang Gangzhu sucked his large intestine, looked around, and said in a low voice, "I saw Li Aiguo taken away by the military uniform last night."

"Brother Aiguo will not have an accident, right?" He Yushui was surprised.

"What could happen! It must be a mission. Lao Li did the same thing back then. He was called away in the middle of the night. He will be back in a few days. Don't worry."

He Yushui was a little relieved when he heard the words.

Just as she was about to leave, Wang Gangzhu stopped her again: "Come out in military uniform, the patriotic mission may involve secrets, don't tell the people in the compound."

"Don't worry, I understand."

He Yushui also received confidentiality education at school. After nodding, he hurried back to Aunt Liu's house.

Wang Gangzhu also returned home with his job in hand.

Not long after they left, Liu Haizhong flashed out from behind the big tree.

His face was exhausted from sleepless nights, and his hair was disheveled.

One of the arms and legs was bitten by a mosquito and there was a red bump.

Scratching, at this time Liu Haizhong's face was full of doubts.

Last night, Liu Guangfu didn't go home all night, but Liu Haizhong was very anxious.

Of course he did not believe that Liu Guangfu would abscond with the meat.

So I squatted behind a big tree and waited all night.

I want to wait for Li Aiguo to come back, and I want to go back to Liu Guangfu.

Even if you stole a piece of your meat, you can't take that person away!

In the end, after waiting all night, Li Aiguo did not come back.

Now that Li Aiguo was on a business trip, Liu Haizhong realized that things were serious.

Li Aiguo is not at home.

Who took Liu Guangfu away?
Because he was worried about Liu Guangfu, Liu Haizhong could only ignore his breakfast and hurried to the street police station.

Fitter's workshop in a rolling mill.

The sound of the machine roared.

The sound of the hammer hitting the workpiece is endless.

The workers were sweating profusely, which was a scene of a large-scale production in full swing.

After Jia Dongxu worked for a while, his back was sore and his legs hurt, and he couldn't take it anymore.

Looking around at the busy workers, he walked up to Yi Zhonghai.

"Master, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable, and I want to ask for half a day off."

Yi Zhonghai raised his head: "Go, I will tell the workshop director later."

"Thank you, master!" Jia Dongxu ran out of the workshop quickly, clutching his stomach.

Seeing that Jia Dongxu was being lazy again, those workers were a little dissatisfied and talked a lot.

"Look, say hello and run away."

"Hey, who let me have a good master!"

"What master, that is my dear father."

When Yi Zhonghai heard this, he narrowed his eyes in excitement.

When Jia Dongxu came out of the workshop, he immediately put down the palms covering his stomach, straightened his body, and he didn't look sick at all.

After leaving the rolling mill, I took the bus station to the outskirts of the capital city, and then took the No. 11 bus, and walked two or three miles before I came to a shack.

The thatch on the roof of the shack is blowing in the wind, and the word "waste" is whitewashed on the dilapidated wooden door.

Here is a black waste acquisition point.

In this era, waste collection stations are also owned by the state.

Due to the relatively low price and the bad attitude of the administrators, residents and waste collectors like to sell waste to black waste collection points.

Those who dare to open a black waste purchase point are generally hard stubble.

The shed in front of Jia Dongxu belongs to Wang Dabeard.

Wang Dabeard was originally a farmer in the suburbs of Beijing.

He felt that farming with his back to the loess and his face to the sky was too bitter, so he threw away his hoe and came to the capital with a dagger in his pocket.

Because of his daring to fight hard, it really made him bigger and stronger.

He successfully owned a black waste point, and he still had a few green skins under him.

Jia Dongxu used to secretly sell the scrap steel from the rolling mill, so he got acquainted with Wang Dabeard.

The black waste point is illegal, and the people inside are very vigilant.

Before Jia Dongxu got close, a majestic voice came from inside.

"Who is it!"

"I, a worker in the rolling mill."

Jia Dongxu lifted the rag curtain, bent down and entered the shack.

The shack is made of thatch and fences, and the place with a big butt is full of all kinds of waste products.

There was a bed made of straw against the wall. Wang Dazi leaned on the bed, holding a cigarette bag and pot, the fire flickered, and the oil from the smoke creaked.

"cough cough"

Jia Dongxu suppressed his cough, bent over and said, "Brother Beard, we know each other."

Wang Dahuzi snorted two streams of smoke from his nostrils, and looked Jia Dongxu up and down: "You seem to have come here to sell scraps a few times."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Jia Dongxu gave a thumbs up: "Brother Beard, you have a good memory."

Wang Dahuzi stood up, opened the cotton curtain and looked out, and suddenly frowned.

"You didn't bring any scraps today, did you bring someone to fetch me?"

"Brother Beard, you're joking!" Jia Dongxu was startled and waved his hands quickly.

He took out five yuan from his pocket and slapped it in his hand: "Brother Beard, I'm here this time because I want you to help me solve a problem."

Seeing the money, Wang Dabeard's eyes lit up immediately, he scratched his bright forehead, and laughed.

"There is no one in Sijiu City that I can't get, and I got a ticket dealer the day before yesterday."

"Tell me, who do you want me to fool."

Jia Dongxu said coldly: "Li Aiguo, he is the train driver of the Qianmen locomotive depot."

"Train driver!"

Wang Dahuzi frowned: "People with units, or people from the railway department, will be in big trouble if they get involved."

"Oh, why are you so brainless!" Jia Dongxu said: "After get off work, you take a few little brothers to ambush him on the way to and from work, put a sack on him, and beat him up. He knows who you are?"

"That's right!" Wang Dabeard nodded: "But we have agreed, we only teach lessons and don't take lives."

"Row!"

Jia Dongxu handed the money to Wang Dahuzi, and nodded heavily: "You have to beat him up hard, and it's best to keep him from getting out of bed for two months."

"Don't worry, beating people, we are professionals!" Wang Dazi grinned grimly.

Jia Dongxu has great confidence in this product.

At this time of year, how many blood-free ones are able to open black acquisitions in the capital?
He turned around to leave, but suddenly turned his head again, a hint of sinisterness flashed in his eyes.

"When beating someone, remember to kick him in the crotch, it's best to turn him into a eunuch."

The bearded Wang looked Jia Dongxu up and down, and frowned: "If you have a grudge, you have a grudge, and if you have a grudge, there is no need to cut off the roots of your descendants."

"We don't do things like that."

Jia Dongxu took out two yuan from his pocket and held it up in his hand: "I'll add money!"

"Damn, you should have said it earlier." Wang Dazi patted his chest and said loudly: "Don't worry, I'm the best at kicking crotch."

"Guaranteed to kick to your satisfaction."

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was setting.

It is the only way from the Qianmen locomotive depot in Beijing to the courtyard.

Wang Dabeard took a few little brothers and hid in the grove holding sacks, sticks and iron rakes.

There is a smelly ditch next to the woods, and there are many mosquitoes, plus it is hot and muggy.

After a short while, several people were covered in sticky wet, and several big bumps were bitten out of their bodies.

(End of this chapter)