Mr. Bao and his son: Only use Stankang for hair oil

Chapter 8 Reality and Swordsman

Bao Guowei rushed forward and launched a sneak attack from behind. Before the boy with a short hair who was hugging Hu Xiaoshan had time to warn him, he swung his tornado leg around the leg of the boy in mandarin jacket who was beating Hu Xiaoshan.

The boy in a mandarin jacket was caught off guard and fell to the ground, causing back pain from the fall.

"Guowei! It's you! Good fight! Oh, by the way, don't make a killing move!"

When Hu Xiaoshan saw someone coming to help, his fat face looked a little excited, and he did not forget to remind Bao Guowei not to kill him.

The boy in the mantle was still a little confused. Just as he was about to stand up, Bao Guowei kicked him on the back of his shoulders, and then kicked him to the ground.

Only then did the man react, and he turned over and tried to roll to the side. Bao Guowei relied on his overloaded brain to easily see his movements, and he quickly raised his feet.

According to Bao Guowei's expected plot, the man in mandarin coat should have sat up, only to find that his feet had been placed next to his face. He was so frightened that his eyes widened and he could no longer move.

However, before the boy got up, he suddenly curled up like a cooked shrimp.

"Ouch, my waist is twisted!"

The young man in the mandarin jacket shouted while watching to see if anyone else was beating him.

He saw that his boss was obviously suppressed by the four-five card. There was an extra person on the other side. He couldn't win the fight and had no advantage.

He didn't want to continue anymore, so he had to pretend to be twisted to show that he was forced to leave the show, rather than being unloyal.

This kind of small group fighting for survival is not reliable. It is just a pretense. The winning or losing depends on whether the two bosses fight or who is more powerful.

"Guowei! You're here! Get rid of this little brat behind you. I have to defeat him!"

The other short-haired young man holding Hu Xiaoshan felt helpless. He glanced at the boss who was still struggling under Zhang Siwu, and immediately let go of Hu Xiaoshan, raised his hands and slowly stepped back.

"That's wrong, brother, everyone is just making a living. If there is no fight, you can go beat others. I won't take this job. If you are not angry enough, I will give you two beatings later."

Although Hu Xiaoshan was not beaten severely, his hands, feet and shoulders were still very painful from the beatings, and he was suffocating.I originally wanted to teach this unethical little worker a lesson immediately, but I had to give up after hearing this.

"Guowei, follow me!"

Almost no one present was fully involved in the fight, and they could clearly see the changes in the situation.

The boss was hammered to the ground, and his nose was bleeding. The numerical advantage is gone, so let's vote.

"No more, no more."

"I won't fight either. I'll leave this job to you today."

"Me too."

"Ouch! What a waist!"

Bao Guowei was still preparing to continue to get familiar with using brain overload to fight, but he did not expect that this group of people would surrender so simply, which was quite a legacy of the late Song Dynasty.

Fights between small groups like this were fought by the boss himself as a hard-working friend. Except for the little foreman who got really angry, everyone was very restrained.

Zhang Siwu was still pressing the little foreman to the ground and beating him. The little foreman twisted his body back and forth but couldn't get rid of the man riding on him. His two arms, which were a bit thin when Bao Guowei was there, were almost beaten to death. Aware.

The eyes on his dark face were firm, and the tendons on his head were bulging, and he was twisting his body in an attempt to throw Zhang Siwu off his body.

It wasn't until Zhang Siwu's people gathered around and his younger brothers persuaded him not to persist, that he stopped twisting, panted, tilted his head to one side, sucked the blood from his nose and said.

"No fight, no fight, I'm not as fierce as you, let's stop fighting."

"Don't you dare to grab another job? I've let you do all the work these days. Now spit out all the money you have on me!" "No, this is for my mother's medical treatment. If it weren't for my mother's illness, Well... My father was working in Guangdong and was framed and sent to jail. My mother was so sick that she couldn't get up and had no money for treatment. She was about to... Otherwise, I can't break the rules and steal your job. .”

The little foreman immediately felt nervous and told the reason why he snatched the job, hoping to be forgiven.

Everyone knows that there is a war in Guangdong, and his father is in prison. At this moment, I am afraid...

"Your mother is sick, so you can snatch her life away from her? Whose family is living comfortably these days? If your family is miserable, can you bully others?"

After Zhang Siwu finished speaking, he stood up and remained silent for a while. No one among the workers present spoke, and they were all sympathetic.

"I don't want your money today. I still have half a dollar. You can use it to treat your mother's illness."

Zhang Siwu reached out and pulled the little foreman who was lying on the ground half-sitting up, took out half a dollar and put it in his hand.

The little foreman looked at the half-open silver dollar on Zhang Siwu's palm and was a little dazed.He looked up at Zhang Siwu again.

Feeling the kindness, the little foreman's psychological defense seemed to have been completely defeated. The little foreman, who had been beaten for so long without admitting defeat, lowered his head at this moment.

He reached out and took over half of the ocean.

"Let's go, let's go. Hu Xiaoshan, take everyone to find the manager to take over the work and start work."

Zhang Siwu greeted Hu Xiaoshan a few times and ignored Hu Xiaoshan.

The younger foreman's younger brothers remembered their previous love and wanted to come over and help him.

The little foreman shook off the outstretched arms of the younger brothers, covered his elbows, and walked out.Gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

He walked in despair for a long time until he came to a narrow alley where there was no one. He squatted down and took out the pieces of money in his pocket and counted them. The total was two yuan and seventy cents.

But the next dose of medicine prescribed by the clinic costs seven yuan, and all the valuables at home have been pawned. Before, the house was loaned out at a high interest rate of [-] yuan for treatment, but now they can't even pay the interest...

Where can I find these dollars? Where can I find such money? Where can I find...

My mother was so sick that she couldn't even get out of bed, but as a son, he could only let her die.

The little foreman seemed to see the sick and haggard face of his mother in front of his eyes. He remembered what his mother, who was often in a trance, said to him as she forced herself to get up on the bed a few days ago:
"O, my body, I know that I can't live much longer. My old woman's body is not strong anymore, so don't treat me any more."

"I haven't believed it after fighting for so long. I think your father has met with something unexpected. Pawn all the belongings in the house. If you really have no money, sell the house and don't arrange funeral arrangements for me. I'm sorry for you, mother. .Take this money and live well..."

He pawned all his things, gave his house on credit, exchanged some medicines, and lied to his mother that they were very cheap.

Now that the money is gone, my mother's illness has not recovered.The usurers have to collect principal and interest every month, and the day to calculate is coming soon.

He wiped the blood that oozed out from under his nose with his hand, and felt a tingling sensation in his arm.

He looked up at the small, dark sky blocked by the walls at the front and back.

He felt that his life was like this piece of sky, without hope and unable to see the future.

What happened to his father and his mother's serious illness were like two walls with spikes, slowly advancing towards him, trying to tear him into pieces.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm sorry for my mother. Dad, I beg you to come back, my mother is going to die, and I want to save her, but I have no money. I beg you to come back, I don't want to be alone in the future..."

The Toad was sobbing softly, as if it was emitting a cry of despair. He hugged his legs and buried his head deeply into his knees. The tears dripped from his chin and soaked the dry and hard soil.

A grain of sand of the times is like a big mountain weighing on the heads of ordinary people.

　I'm a little confused writing this chapter. I'll revise it tomorrow.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)