Super Red Packet

Chapter 690
That night, the village chief came to see Ye Lan after get off work.

Soon, a question loomed: where did the two of them stay at night?

Go out to rent a house?

The little money the village chief earned went to the rent, and there was not much left.

Ye Lan has three bedrooms here, and Meng Xiaoben suggested that the couple live in Ye Lan's house.

However, the village head stayed here for one night, and returned to the dormitory on the construction site the next day.

One is that the construction site goes to work early in the morning, so I have to change several buses.The second is that he and Osmanthus fragrans are not husband and wife, and the two of them live together, which is also in name only and nonsense.

At noon the next day, Meng Xiaoben went to the Jiangcheng University campus renovation site to inspect the work and met the village chief.

The village chief pulled Meng Xiaoben aside, and said in a low voice, "This time, you and Osmanthus have to be dealt with quickly."

Previously, in order to prevent the villagers from gossiping, the village chief and Meng Xiaoben postponed the decision to donate the scriptures. Now, Osmanthus came to visit relatives and was pregnant at this time, and no one would suspect that it was the result of donating scriptures.

Meng Xiaoben smiled and remained silent.

"Are you okay, boy? Could it be that you also suffer from male infertility?" The village head punched Meng Xiaoben hard.

In fact, Meng Xiaoben really wanted to take Sister Osmanthus down all at once, but he always had a little obstacle in his heart. He felt that the two men talked about this matter, which was a bit nondescript, like a mission, not a kind of love.

"Okay, these few days, I'll find time..." Meng Xiaoben said with a smile, with a look of embarrassment.

"Hurry up! I know that, you can't conceive once or twice. Osmanthus lives in Ye Lan, you and Ye Lan do a good job, hurry up and sleep with Osmanthus."

The village head asked again.

Meng Xiaoben bid farewell to the village head, feeling very happy, and planned to go to sleep with Ye Lan tonight, and took the opportunity to take care of Sister Osmanthus.

Thinking of the beauty of Sister Osmanthus, Meng Xiaoben couldn't help being excited, looking forward to the dark.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Meng Xiaoben finished handling the affairs of Jiangtian Company, drove to a large supermarket, bought a lot of delicious food, prepared to entertain Sister Osmanthus in the evening, and bought a new bedding for Sister Osmanthus.

After buying these things, he drove to Ye Lan's house.

Not far away, I received a call from Lei Ying.

"It's no good, Mr. Meng, Medicine King and the others came here and smashed Zi Ben Tang!"

I go!

Someone dared to smash my shop!
What's wrong with being tired?
Meng Xiaoben immediately set up the front of the car and went straight to Ziben Hall.

Far away from the Ziben Hall, I saw a change in the facade: a huge door plaque of the Ziben Hall was lying in the middle of the door, and many people gathered around to watch it.

Meng Xiaoben drove over, got out of the car, separated from the crowd and walked in.

I saw a mess in the clinic, the door was broken, and the glass was broken all over the floor.All the medicine specimens displayed in the window were overturned, and the window was completely destroyed. There were several large pieces of glass leaning on the window, which were about to fall but did not fall, and could hit people at any time.

Several chairs had broken legs and fell to the ground.

Almost all the drawers of the traditional Chinese medicine cabinet were pulled out and thrown on the ground in a haphazard manner, most of which were smashed.

All kinds of Chinese herbal medicines were sprinkled on the ground, emitting a herbal smell, which made Meng Xiaoben choke and sneezed.

The balance on the counter was knocked off balance and stood askew, like a model of a large crane on a construction site.

Almost all valuable things in the clinic were smashed. It can be said that the clinic was completely destroyed.

Lei Ying's face was dripping with blood, and she was sitting in the corner crying. When she saw Meng Xiaoben coming in, she immediately stood up and threw herself into Meng Xiaoben's arms.

Meng Xiaoben didn't have the habit of hugging middle-aged women. Lei Ying's soft body in his arms made him feel very unnatural, but he had to admit that she was a middle-aged beautiful woman. Aroma, it can be concluded that this.

"What happened? Tell me slowly." Meng Xiaoben stroked it gently to comfort her and relax her mind.

"It's the Black Snake Pavilion, it's the Black Snake Pavilion." Lei Ying's eyes were already red from crying, and blood was oozing from the guest's head.

Just half an hour ago, the traffic lights and half-baked people led more than 20 people, and the leader was Luan Yaowang.Luan Bingju, who is not in his sixties, is fat, has a big white beard, and wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a mandarin jacket.

"Our boss is here, why don't you stand up to greet him!" The injury on the arm of the traffic light did not heal, and one arm was hanging, and as soon as he entered the door, he kicked a chair down.

Lei Ying hurriedly stood up from behind the counter and asked, "Are you seeing a doctor?"

Luan raised his hands behind his back, looked around, and asked slowly, "This clinic of yours is in arrears with the protection fee. I came here specially to collect the protection fee. The last time my two younger brothers came to collect it, they were beaten up by you guys." After a meal, two arms were broken, and the bridge of a nose collapsed, it seems that your store is very arrogant, if I don’t come with a new version, the protection fee will not be collected.”

Lei Ying said: "I am not the owner of the shop now. My clinic has been transferred to someone else. I am now a part-time worker. If you have anything to say to our boss."

The traffic light knocked the machete back on the scale, knocked the scale down, and cursed: "Your boss is a fork, and you are worthy of talking directly with our boss? Cut the nonsense and bring the 8 protection fee, otherwise , smashed your clinic."

Lei Ying couldn't pay the money, so Luan waved his hand, and a group of thugs came up and smashed everything inside and outside the clinic.

Before leaving, Luan Bingju told Lei Ying: "Tell your boss, give me the clinic, and all the maintenance fees you owe will be written off."

The traffic light added another sentence: "Girls, remember to tell your boss that within three days, hand over the store obediently, and nothing will happen. Our boss is happy and will reward your boss with 1000 or [-] yuan. After three days ,snort……"

After hearing this, Meng Xiaoben was not very angry, but felt an inexplicable excitement: I haven't beaten anyone for many days, so it's time to start killing.

An hour later, Meng Xiaoben's car stopped in front of the gate of Luanji Medical Center, the main hall of the Black Snake Hall.

The two staff members of the Black Snake Hall stopped Meng Xiaoben, and shouted loudly, "Who is it?"

Meng Xiaoben clasped his fists with both hands, accompanied by a smiling face, and said humbly, "My surname is Meng, the director of the Zibentang Clinic. I'm here to pay a visit to Mrs. Luan. I would like to ask these two elder brothers to inform me."

"Zi Bentang?" The two staff members laughed unconsciously when they heard this: "Haha, you must be scared! Only now do you know that you came to pay our respects to our boss. It's really a toast and not a fine wine."

One of the internal staff picked up the walkie-talkie: "Hey, that kid from Zibendang is here. Tell the curator."

After a while, a person came out from the inside and shouted arrogantly, "Who is from Ziben Hall? Our curator ordered you to go in."

Meng Xiaoben followed the man into the gate.

This courtyard is very large, and there are dozens of rooms in the courtyard. The man led Meng Xiaoben to the main hall and said to Meng Xiaoben, "You wait outside the door first, and I will go in and inform the curator."

The man went in, and after a while, he came out and said to Meng Xiaoben, "Our curator is playing mahjong, and we don't have time to see you right now. After he finishes playing this round, if he is in a good mood, he will announce you to come in."

Meng Xiaoben understood that Luan Bingju was "abusing" him.

Meng Xiaoben nodded quickly, "It's okay, it's okay, I'll just stand here as the curator, and we'll talk about it when the curator is free."

Meng Xiaoben stood in the yard, looked around, and found that there were many people in the yard, wearing uniform clothes, all black cardigans, black exercise pants, with straps on the corners of the trousers. Like a night walker, like a clown in a play.

Meng Xiaoben initially estimated that there were six to seventy people in this yard alone.

It seems that the scale of this Black Snake Pavilion is not small.

The bigger the scale, the more Meng Xiaoben likes it, because now Meng Xiaoben's plan is to open his Zibentang, and he needs a lot of people to expand his strength and develop new businesses. He can't do without people.

After this period of training, what he has experienced, heard, and seen, Meng Xiaoben gradually understands a truth: to achieve great things, you must have your own team and a large group of people for you to drive.There is great power in numbers.If you fight alone, you won't be able to make a big deal after all.

Meng Xiaoben waited in the yard for a full hour, when that person came out just now and shouted loudly: "That person from Zibentang, what the hell are you, come here!"

Meng Xiaoben smiled, looked up at this person again, and kept his appearance in mind: small parted head, round eyes, puffed cheeks, and a dead look.Meng Xiaoben quietly said to himself: Anyone who has abused me will surely suffer the consequences.When I fought back, I was merciless.

As soon as Meng Xiaoben approached the door, the Cheek Gang suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute, I have to search you, don't hesitate to bring a gun to assassinate."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, touched Meng Xiao himself, and deliberately picked out two handfuls of Meng Xiao's egg, and laughed: "I heard that someone is willing to put a hidden weapon on the egg."

Meng Xiaoben was pinched twice between his legs, and he couldn't help frowning in pain, cursing inwardly: This is the rhythm to give people a break!Hard enough!
When he entered the door, he saw a chubby Luan sitting on a grand teacher's chair.

Meng Xiaoben hurried forward, bowed and said: "Mr. Luan, see you Meng Xiaoben."

The drum-cheek gang raised his foot from the side, kicked Meng Xiaoben's ass, and cursed: "Why don't you kneel when you see our curator?"

Meng Xiaoben was kicked one step forward, almost kneeling, but fortunately he was strong enough to barely stop.

Luan Bingju saw that Meng Xiaoben didn't want to kneel, so he pretended to be forgiving, saying: "If you don't kneel, you don't kneel. Young people nowadays are not used to this."

The Cheek Gang scolded: "Boy, our curator spared you from kneeling, why don't you thank me?"

Meng Xiaoben pretended to be afraid, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Elder Luan."

Luan held up the two iron balls in his hand at the same time, and asked in a very arrogant tone: "Is Zi Bentang yours?"

"It belongs to a villain. I just paid it a few days ago. Today, Elder Luan came to visit, and I happened to be away from home, so I didn't accept Elder Luan's teaching face to face, so I come here to apologize now."

Luan Bingju nodded approvingly, "Your attitude is okay. But, don't just fool me with your words, what's your apology?"

"The villain didn't know the rules about protection fees, didn't know the rules, and made a big mistake. Now the villain came here to pay a protection fee of 8 yuan, and prepared some money for the brothers to buy cigarettes. The total is 2 yuan. Yuan Feng."

(End of this chapter)