The reborn tyrant rises

Chapter 449: Ding Qing’s Past | The Rise of Rebirth | The Rise of Rebirth

When Wan Qiusheng closed the documents, Ding Qing had already rushed to the hospital. His father was in a critical condition and was in a coma.

Looking at the doctor’s… indifferent and impatient expression, Ding Qing had the urge to knock out all his teeth, because he felt that he might be in a better mood.

But he held back.

Looking at the sleeping old man on the hospital bed, Ding Qing waved for everyone to go back, he wanted to spend time with his father.

“Big brother.”

Li Zicheng bowed, “Would you like me to stay alone?”

“Assi, I’m not a vulnerable guy, don’t worry.”

Ding Qing didn’t dare to look back, for fear that his younger brothers would find his red eyes.

Soon after Li Zicheng left, the ward became empty: only Ding Qing’s father’s heavy breathing echoed in the room.

It’s been a long time since I sat and chatted with the old man, Ding Qing can’t remember.

He pulled over a chair against the wall, sat quietly beside the bed, looked at his father’s wrinkled and vicissitudes face, and gently grabbed his father’s hand.

Ding Qing’s father is the kind of Standard Axe Mountain… an ordinary fisherman who can be seen everywhere, his hands are rough and a little cold, the only thing that is warm is that there is still some temperature in the palm of his hand.

Since my father’s leg was broken when I was sixteen because of a TV that I picked up from a garbage dump, I have understood a truth, that is, if I want to stand out in this life, I can’t follow the old way of the old man.

The old man is very kind.

He is always smiling to all the neighbors, and whenever the other party needs help, he will always be the first to rush up cheerfully.

Then he was busy sweating profusely, showing a satisfied look in the voice of thanks from the other party.

But all this seems to be of no use.

He still had no money, so Ding Qing’s mother finally gave up treatment for financial reasons.

On the day her mother died, Ding Qing was not around.

At that time, he was still there: he was an apprentice in an auto repair shop. The rules of the stick country were very strict, and the apprentice did the most work. When he got the news and rushed back, his mother had closed his eyes forever.

Seeing his mother’s pale snow-white face being covered by a slow white cloth, Ding Qing didn’t expect that, he didn’t even feel any tears.

The whole person was like a mug, and participated in all the follow-up white affairs.

The auto repair shop didn’t give Ding Qing’s leave because of the death of his mother, and it was no accident that he lost the job that his father had worked so hard to find for help.

The trajectory of my life changed as if it were the Mid-Autumn Festival that year.

Ding Qing scratched his head, from his memories, his father seemed to be in some pain in the drowsiness, and the sound of exhalation became more and more heavy.

“Old man, what a blessing you are in a generation, I have money, but I’m going to die.”

Ding Qing’s mouth is still very poisonous, but his red eyes betrayed his mood, “But I will marry a beautiful wife and have many children.

Give them the best education and let them be what you want most.”

Ding Qing murmured, thinking back to the Mid-Autumn Festival that year.

“Aqing, come, try the moon cakes I made by myself, they taste very good.”

Father smiled bitterly. The two storms in a row made the house almost impossible to open the pot and couldn’t afford moon cakes.Only do it yourself.

“Um.”

Ding Qing, who has been idle for more than a month, agreed weakly, “I just got some money today, I’ll go get some side dishes and let’s have a drink.”

The father’s face turned ugly, he knew what his son was relying on to make money.

There are many smuggling businesses in Busan. Due to the strict inspection, those ships did not dare to bring large quantities of goods into the port. They could only rely on manpower to use small boats in shallow sea areas to break them into pieces.

Ding Qing is a member of the army with goods.

“As I said, this kind of thing is illegal.

Don’t touch it, why don’t you listen to me?”

Although the father was criticizing his son, his tone was still very mild.

Because he knew that his son’s wings were stiff, the harsh tone had the opposite effect.

“If you don’t do this, why don’t you starve to death?”

Ding Qing threw out these words hard and did not look back, only to hear a deep sigh from his father behind him.

When Ding Qing returned home with two bottles of sake and some side dishes, he met one of the most important people in his life to change the rules, Huang Zhengmin of the Beimen School.

Huang Zhengmin is wearing the most popular airplane head, and behind him is a few little brats with fierce faces written on their faces.

“Aqing, aren’t you talking about making money all day long? I have a chance, you can do it or not.”

Huang Zhengmin has always admired Ding Qing, who is also of Xia descent, and he is optimistic about the fierceness of this young man.

“How much to give”

Ding Qing, who was already poor and mad, didn’t care what he was going to do, he only cared about the banknotes.

“Three million won.”

The other party said a number that made Ding Qing excited, “Go to life and death to secure your destiny.”

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

Ding Qing agreed without hesitation.

Ding’s old wooden door in disrepair was beaten several times, and the door fell into silence again. Ding Qing’s father opened the door cautiously: he looked around, but found no trace of anyone.

It wasn’t until he was about to close the door that he looked down and saw two bottles of sake and some side dishes on the door.

Ding Qing became famous in the first battle.

From that day on, this young man began to make a name for himself in the new world of the North Gate School, and he started to make a name for himself because of his ruthlessness. At the same time, he had less and less time to go home.

Originally thought that it would take ten years for him to survive, but who knew that when he and Zicheng were collecting the bills, they met a man with Xia Guolong embroidered on his neckline.

The man gave him another chance, and he took this chance with his life, and he has been out of control since then.

Even if the old people from Peking University are very polite to him now that they have established themselves, Ding Qing is now the biggest local snake in the generation from Busan to Guiwei.

All this is not without a price, Ding Qing touched the ugly and hideous scar on his face, this was the closest he had ever been to death.

If it wasn’t for the opponent’s exhaustion and Li Zicheng’s desperate throw, Ding Qing’s head would be split in half like a watermelon.

Maybe it was because his father was about to leave, Ding Qing, who had always been calm and fierce, seemed a little sentimental. Thinking of Li Zicheng, he couldn’t help but imagine the first meeting of the two in his mind.

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