Zhao Fanchen struck out very quickly. He rushed forward with punches and kicks. The short winter melon bastard was kicked out several times. His whole body was covered with cement and his plaid shirt was no longer visible. He kicked the little bastard away.

The gangsters behind him, who were mostly social gangsters and second-rate scoundrels, were all dumbfounded on the spot. This guy was too fierce. Without saying a word, he came up and beat him hard. When he saw the boss being beaten like a dead pig, he was rolling around on the ground.

, had no power to fight back, and the troublemakers were behind him, but no one dared to move.

"Fuck!" The little bastards who were among the gangsters who reacted immediately cursed, rushed over, raised their feet and kicked, the little bastard flew up with the pickaxe that fell on the ground and hit the three gangsters.

Their chests were immediately knocked over. They rushed up in two steps, reached out to take the pickaxe, and turned the pickaxe. The handle of the pickaxe in their hands seemed to be alive, waving it, and whipped the group of migrant workers, who were mostly street gangsters.

Suddenly, there were screams in the team. The young man operating the tower crane saw such a spectacular scene. A young man wearing a white old shirt stained with cement and wearing Jiefang brand rubber shoes waved in his hand.

With a pickaxe, he chased more than thirty street gangsters, knocking over each one he caught. In the blink of an eye, all the street gangsters collapsed on the sand, clutching their stomachs and rolling around with their faces

His expression seemed to be in pain.

The migrant workers on Zhang Youcai's side suddenly let out loud cheers. Everyone was excited and full of energy. Their eyes were filled with admiration as they looked at Zhao Fanchen who had dropped the pickaxe handle on the ground and walked back.

"Brother Xiao Fan, you were so amazing just now. You were even better at fighting than Madman Zhang from my hometown." Gou Wa looked at Zhao Fanchen with an expression of admiration and his eyes were blazing. I knew Brother Xiao Fan was the best.

The little guy's expression was beaming with excitement.

"Xiaofan, you have grown our ambition just now, let's see who dares to treat us as weak persimmons in the future??"

"Yes, these bastards should be given some color and made to suffer a little. We men in Hetang don't cause trouble, and we are not afraid of trouble if something happens."

The migrant workers in the old mine in Hetang were furious. These young men in their twenties who were engaged in decoration were all bosses who were not afraid of the sky or the earth in the old mine. They came to the big city to earn some hard-earned money to support their families.

I just swallowed my anger and endured it as long as I could. There was no other way. Who asked me to earn those stinky money from others? In this world, I can’t do anything without money. It’s hard to move forward. These young men are all waiting to earn money to pay for tuition or save money.

Money to marry a wife!

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Zhang Youcai grimaced and sighed: "Xiao Fan, it's better if you don't do it. If we do, our contracting for the interior decoration project of the building will definitely be gone."

Also, he always treats everyone kindly and politely, and he doesn't want to offend anyone. Even if he has a bunch of young men behind him who are just waiting to make money, if they can't contract the project and have no work to do, no one will make any money.

The food expenses for three meals a day are an unaffordable expense for many people. How difficult is it to do anything these days!

"Uncle Cai, if anything happens, I'm here. I can guarantee you that this project will definitely be ours."

Seeing Zhao Fanchen's confidence and assurance of victory, Zhang Youcai hesitated and hesitated to say anything. He could only take it one step at a time. He thought to himself that Xiaofan was still too young, so he beat up the little bastard.

, I happened to fall into the three-guarantee scheme, and the half-finished project was definitely lost. How can I get the money for the project? These dozens of people have not found a place to live tonight.

Seeing the worried look on Zhang Youcai's face, Zhao Fanchen didn't say much. As a foreman, he had his own difficulties. He wanted to make everyone money while also making sure nothing happened. He took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhang Youcai, and then took out a cigarette.

He asked Zhang Shengli to distribute a few boxes of cigarettes to everyone. He turned to the remaining migrant workers who were following the little bastards and making noises. Zhao Fanchen did not feel embarrassed. It was not easy for anyone to leave home to work. He handed a few people a few boxes of cigarettes.

Holding a cigarette, he raised his voice and said: "It is not easy for anyone to work and earn money. Every family has its own difficulties. If you are willing to go to other construction sites to find work, I will not stop you. If you are willing to stay with us,

We also welcome people who do decoration projects??”

Before Zhao Fanchen could finish his words, he was interrupted by a fat black man in a white shirt, white pants, and a red helmet, with an angry look on his face: "Who is speaking so loudly! When did this place open?

You have the final say." Behind him were two thugs hired at a high price. They glanced at the little bastard lying on the ground, and his face turned darker, like burnt charcoal.

"Brother Huang, you see what happened today. The young men under my command are a little too angry. We are already halfway through the work. What do you think about this project?" Zhang Youcai hurriedly greeted him with a smile.

Go up.

"Old Zhang, you don't want to fucking work in this industry anymore. There's no chance of engineering work. Get out of here right now with your people. Leave the one who beat you to me and get the 200,000 yuan for medical expenses. Otherwise

If you do, no one will be able to leave today." The fat black man Huang Erkui pushed Zhang Youcai to stagger, cursed, and bared his disgusting yellow teeth. He looked like a gangster with a gangster spirit, even worse than his mother.

Huang Shiren is even more arrogant.

"Brother Huang, you can't say that. It was you who didn't let us do the project in the first place. Even if we don't do the project, we will still pay for the medical expenses. You gave us half of the 500,000 yuan for the decoration project."

Let's settle it first." Zhang Youcai didn't get angry, but smiled even more honestly, swallowing his anger and still approaching to make peace with his smiling face, hoping to win back a little bit.

"Fuck! I want the money from your Mahler Gobi project. You have beaten me like this. You still want the money from the project. Just for the damn work you did, you still had the kindness to ask me for the money from the project. If you don't take out two dollars today,

One hundred thousand thousand in medical expenses, don’t fucking touch anyone, I will kill anyone who touches them. Do you think that I, Huang Erkui, am a bastard, a bunch of country bumpkins?? Don’t be so shameless??" Zhang Youcai swallowed his anger.

It further fuels Huang Erkui's arrogance. For people like Huang Erkui, the more you say nice things, the more he will treat you as a soft persimmon to be bullied and punish you to death, which will make him feel even more unscrupulous and arrogant.

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With a bang, the fat black man Huang Erkui slapped Zhang Youcai directly. He was dozens of years old, and he was slapped in the face in front of so many people. As the saying goes, you can't slap someone in the face, and you can't curse someone.

To expose his shortcomings, Huang Erkui is using his power to bully others.

Zhang Shengli and Gou Wa supported Zhang Youcai who was staggering out, and shouted angrily: "Huang Erkui, why the hell did you hit someone?"

A strong murderous intention rose from the bottom of Zhao Fanchen's heart at an unstoppable speed and rushed straight to his forehead, but nothing could be seen on his face.

"Why should I beat people? I'm the one who's going to beat you. Just because I'm the third contractor for the project. If I say I won't give you money, I won't give it to you. If I say I won't let you do the project, you idiots will have to fuck me.

If you are not convinced, who dares to touch my finger and try?" The veins on Huang Erkui's temples were pulsing, and he came over with an arrogant fat face, yelling like a mad dog.

As soon as Huang Erkui finished speaking, he was slapped away by Zhao Fanchen with a snap. Zhao Fanchen's face was gloomy and he couldn't stand it anymore. He slapped and kicked Huang Erkui and he was kicked out.

Hitting several bundles of steel bars, the two thugs who reacted immediately rushed towards the patron as soon as they saw that the patron was being beaten. Zhao Fanchen raised his foot and kicked, with a click, the leg bone of the thug in a suit was broken by the kick, and his neck was

Zhao Fanchen hit him on the elbow and his jaw was dislocated. He tilted his head and stumbled out. The other one was directly hit by a kick and fell to the ground with a muffled groan without moving.

Striding over, Zhao Fanchen pinched the neck of the fat black man Huang Erkui, picked him up, dragged him aside, and lit a cigarette for himself: "Erkui, right? Who made you so arrogant and domineering? I and I

Do you want to discuss something?"

The fat black man Huang Erkui was stunned by Zhao Fanchen's sudden violent attack. Several of his teeth were knocked out. He felt a heartbreaking pain in his lower abdomen. He almost vomited out the hot pot he had eaten in the morning. He was horrified.

Looking at the smiling Zhao Fanchen: "Brother, whatever you say, brother, I will definitely do it. You can continue with the project. I will prepare the project payment for you tomorrow, okay?"

"I'm not talking about engineering. I'm talking about taking off one of your arms or one of your legs? It's your choice!" He took a puff of cigarette and sprayed it on the fat face of the fat black man Huang Erkui. Zhao Fanchen stepped on it

Touching his chest.

"Brother! My dear brother! You can do whatever you want with the project. I promise you that the project money will only be a lot more. It was my fault just now. I am a beast. Tonight at Sichuan Xiangju, my brother will serve you a drink to calm you down.

Wouldn’t it be okay if my brothers’ wages were raised to eighty? Please spare me.”

The fat black man gave up on the spot and cried like a slut, with runny nose and tears. There was no trace of the unforgiving arrogance he had shown just now when he was in power.

"Then you know what to say!" Zhao Fanchen let go of Huang Erkui and asked him to stand up. The man touched the blood and snot from the corner of his mouth and limped towards Zhang Youcai and the migrant workers: "Brother Zhang,

You and your brothers will continue to work on the project, and the work payment will be taken care of by your brother. Here is 10,000 yuan. You can use it to treat your brothers to a barbecue or something in the evening. You will treat it as your brother making amends to your brothers. If you don’t

Then, I just didn’t forgive my brother.”

Huang Erkui took out a wad of brand-new hundred-yuan bills from his shirt and forced it into Zhang Youcai's hand. He almost knelt down on the spot. Zhang Youcai and everyone turned to look at Zhao Fanchen, who shrugged harmlessly.

, indicating that it has nothing to do with me.

Holding the 10,000 yuan in his hand, Zhang Youcai refused to believe that what happened today was true. Even with Huang Erkui's behavior, he would definitely lead someone to settle the accounts in the future. If he accepted the money, he would be in big trouble.

, the three brothers Huang Erkui were the three hegemons on the construction site, and no one dared to mess with them. He hurriedly said: "Brother Huang, I can't take this money, you can keep it to buy cigarettes!"
Chapter completed!