National Tide 1980

"Hey! You're quite beautiful! What about you! Where are you going?"

With a provocative shout, Ning Weimin stopped, raised his head and looked nervously at the two bicycles sandwiched between him.

There were two people pedaling, one was a fat black man with a big belly, and the other was a young man with big muscles and a round waist.

There was one person in the back of each of their cars, all four of them wearing denim overalls.

Especially the fat black man at the head, when he asked this question, he deliberately looked at Ning Weimin sideways.

At first glance, it seems that he is deliberately looking for trouble and has bad intentions.

Ning Weimin immediately became furious at this situation.

However, he was also confused about this group of people who seemed to have emerged from the ground.

You know, it was windy and sandy today, so he changed his clothes but didn't take off his mask.

These people he didn't even know blocked him like this. Could it be that they recognized the wrong person?

"I didn't recruit you? What happened to me?"

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? What's in this sack?"

"It's nothing...just picking up some junk from the garbage dump..."

"Trash? What a joke! Your bag of copper must be worth over a hundred yuan at least."

When the fat black man said this, the people on the back seats of the two bicycles consciously got off the bicycle and stood beside them.

The two men also held thick wooden sticks in their hands, and they naturally surrounded Ning Weimin in the center.

Ning Weimin was so anxious.

No matter how stupid he was at this time, he knew that he was indeed being targeted.

But he was still calm, straightening his waist and controlling his legs from trembling.

"Come on, it seems you are just here for me. It doesn't matter. I'll give you this sack of copper. Let's make friends. But brothers, which temple are you gods from? You have to let me understand. ?”

The fat black man smiled at this time, and got out of the car with one leg.

He walked up to Ning Weimin, held his right hand in the shape of a chicken head, pointed his fingertips downward, and tapped his forehead hard.

"Hey, why do you still want to argue with me? And make friends? Are you worthy?"

Just these few pokes made Ning Weimin's forehead hurt, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

This elicited scornful jeers from those others surrounding him.

After the fat black man finished speaking, he also took out a large spanner from his waist, weighed it in his hand, and showed off his power.

"You want to understand, don't you? Okay, then I will let you get beaten today, and it will be clear. We are from the Eastern Suburbs Waste Recycling Station, understand? Do you need to say the next thing?"

"You bastard! How dare you exchange and sell copper privately to buy watches for blind people!"

"You are speculating and seizing state supplies privately. Do you know that?"

"It's just these coppers, and you still need to give them to me? We confiscated them legally!"

"I can also send you to the police station so that you can walk around without food! Do you know that?"

At this time, other people nearby also issued threats.

"Little girl, you are standing up. Your claws are stretched out long enough, and you don't even look at whose territory it is! You are so brave!"

"I asked you why there is so little copper collected recently. Damn it, you bastard took all of it away!"

"Stop your mother's nonsense. Little brat, please take out all the money you have. If you dare to make a fuss, say no, I will kill you!"

Hearing this, Ning Weimin felt that he was not lucky at all.

He knew full well that he had encountered a group of gangsters who were half-officials and half-ruffians, blatantly bullying the weak and trying to rob and share their wealth.

what can we do about it?

Will you give me money?

cannot!

It's not that he can't bear it, but that these people are used to being domineering.

Regarding this bullying behavior, no matter whether he is given or not, he will never get any good results!

Sure enough, just when Ning Weimin was sweating coldly and feeling guilty.

Those people didn't even want to wait.

The fat black man waved to the others, and they all surrounded him with ferocious looks.

Ning Weimin could even hear the crackling sounds of the joints in their hands.

He was shocked, knowing that there was no room left for him to think of a solution.

You must take measures quickly and try to escape.

"No, no!"

He pretended to be afraid and begged for mercy, raised his hands and shouted.

"What do you mean? Isn't it just money? I'll take it, I'll take it, that's not enough. My money is all in my bag..."

As he spoke, he threw the bag and the sack on the ground.

Then he deliberately kicked the sack towards these people first.

Then he squatted down, opened the big bag and rummaged through it.

This is his tactic to delay the attack, just like the way to deal with arrogant and powerful generals by pretending to be defeated in storytelling.

First, the mountains and plains must be sprinkled with gold and silver to lure them with profit, and then the enemy's spirit will be weakened before they can attack.

As expected, the boys were all attracted by the copper exposed from the sack pockets.

"Hey, it's really good."

"Damn, they're all purple."

"This grandson is quite good at picking..."

But just when they were enjoying themselves, Ning Weimin, who had been weak and incompetent just now, suddenly jumped up and revolted.

I bet he was rummaging through his schoolbag looking for weapons.

One is a military kettle, and the other is a two-pronged hook!

And this kid also has a deep understanding of the essence of winning by surprise. If he doesn't move, he won't move. If he moves, he will die.

He was confused and mistook the military kettle, which still had more than half of the water in it, for a bolas user.

He picked up the canvas strap of the kettle, made a circle, and hit the boy on the left with all his strength.

As a result, this guy was right in front of the boy holding the stick.

There was a "dong" sound, like a stone hitting a brick wall.

The boy didn't say a word, his nosebleed, and he fell straight down like a bag.

At the same time, Ning Weimin's right hand was not idle either.

The two-tooth hook is also based on the method of Wang Baquan.

He held it upside down, swung it round, and hit the other guy's elbow with all his strength.

So the kid stumbled, covering his arms, then fell to the ground and started wailing.

This is called gold and silver treasures with the highest price! Greed is a knife that kills people!

Ning Weimin was very decisive and there was no further delay at this time.

Throw everything in your hand at the remaining two enemies, then turn around and run away.

When the fat black man and the other guy reacted in a daze, they started to chase after them.

Ning Weimin all jumped over the ditch on the roadside and jumped five or six meters away.

I have to say that this guy has a lot of brains and is quite aware of his own strengths and weaknesses.

He knew his physical condition as a young Peking Opera student, and the optimal development path was to become a hero in bed.

You can find a wife if you go to the kang, and you can find shoes if you go to the kang.

That's absolutely not okay when it comes to fighting.

Although he took advantage of these two attacks at the beginning, they were all unprepared and had an unexpected effect.

If you stay any longer, you will be seeking death and being fucked by others.

On the other hand, his agility attribute is high.

Compared to the fat black man and the other strong man, he was as light as a swallow, not to mention practicing on foot every day.

Putting aside all the burdens, he is absolutely sure that he can become a long-distance running champion among the remaining three.

In addition, he calculated that the bicycle would not be able to go down to the farmland.

The enemies had to leave someone behind to take care of the two wounded soldiers and keep an eye on things.

It would be nice if at most one of the fat black man and that guy could chase him.

So instead of running on the road, he went to the farmland on the side of the road.

Without even looking back, he concentrated on running towards the wilderness of freedom.

Bricks and stones flew behind him.

In the midst of the curse of "You little bastard, don't let me catch you."

Under the threat of "if you wait, grandpa will chop off your head if we meet again".

Just like this, he ran like a wolf and escaped.

It must be said that sometimes people will never know how much potential they have unless they push themselves.

This is like Ning Weimin. If he were asked to run normally, he would never be able to catch up with a real athlete.

But in such a life-and-death situation, with adrenaline bursting out, this kid is better than Liu Xiang.

It was as if he had practiced "flying on grass". He was a real flying man.

Shit pit!

"Whoosh" - he jumped over.

bush!

"Brush" - just step over.

What’s a 110-meter hurdle?

He broke the Asian record, he surpassed the world record!

My pants are torn, my toes are open, and I have a small pinprick in my crotch, but I don’t care at all!

No one can catch him, no one can stop him, no one!

Just like Li Zongsheng's song, he is the one racing against himself!