Zhao Fanchen took action very fast, and he rushed up and punched and kicked. A few of the short winter melon bastards were kicked out. They were covered in cement and could no longer see their appearance in a plaid shirt. They kicked the bastard away with one kick.

The gangsters behind him, who were mostly second-rate people, were stunned on the spot. This was too fierce. Without saying a word, he came up and beat him up. When he saw that the boss was beaten like a dead pig, he rolled around on the ground.

, without any strength to fight back, no one dared to move the person behind him who was making trouble.

"Fuck!" The little bastards who reacted immediately cursed and rushed over, raised their feet and kicked them. The little bastard flew up with an iron pick that fell to the ground and hit the three gangsters.

They were immediately knocked over in their chests, rushed up in two steps, reached out to take the pickaxe, turned the pickaxe head, and the pickaxe handle in their hands seemed to be alive, waving it, and sucking the migrant workers, who were mostly street hooligans.

In the team, I suddenly exclaimed

The sound rang out, and the young man who opened the tower crane saw such a spectacular scene on it. A young man wearing an old shirt with white hair stained with cement and wearing Jiefang brand rubber shoes waved an iron pickaxe in his hand, chasing him.

More than 30 street gangsters ran, catching up with one and poking the other. In the blink of an eye, all the street gangsters who were about to collapse fell on the pile of sand and covered their stomachs, rolling around, and their facial expressions seemed to be very painful.

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The migrant workers on Zhang Youcai's side suddenly exclaimed a shocking cheer. Everyone was excited and full of enthusiasm. They looked at Zhao Fanchen who was walking back with admiration.

"Brother Xiaofan, you were so amazing just now. You are better than Crazy Zhang from where I am from my hometown." Gouwa looked at Zhao Fanchen with admiration and looked at him with a hot look, as if I knew that Brother Xiaofan was the most awesome.

The little guy looked excited and danced.

"Xiaofan, we have grown our ambition just now. Let's see who will dare to treat us as soft persimmons in the future?"

"Yes, these bastards should give them some color and let them suffer. The men in our river pond will not cause trouble, and they will not be afraid of anything if something happens."

The migrant workers in the old mine in Hetang were angry. These young men in their twenties were all afraid of the heavens and the earth in the old mine. They were in big cities to earn some hardships to support their families.

I just swallowed my anger. If I could, I could not do anything. Who would let me earn the bad money from others? In this world, I can't do anything without money. I can't move forward. These young men are waiting to earn money and pay tuition or save money.

Money gets a wife!

After touching the sweat on his forehead, Zhang Youcai looked bitter and sighed: "Xiaofan, it's okay if he doesn't do it. Once he does it, we are probably going to do it. If we do it, we will definitely be gone for the internal decoration project of the building."

Yes, he always treats everyone with kindness and no one wants to offend him. He just has a group of young men waiting to make money, and he can't contract projects and have no work to do, so everyone has no money to make money.

The cost of food for three meals a day is an unaffordable expense. What is the difficulty of doing nowadays!

"Uncle Cai, I'll give you a guarantee if something happens. This project must be ours."

Seeing Zhao Fanchen full of confidence and a sure victory, Zhang Youcai wanted to speak but stopped, so he couldn't say anything. He could only take one step at a time. He thought to himself that Xiaofan is still too young and beat the little bastard.

, I happened to have three guarantees to make the plan and put the population into food. The project that has been done halfway through is definitely gone. How can I ask for the project payment? These dozens of people have not yet settled where they live tonight.

Seeing Zhang Youcai's face full of worry, Zhao Fanchen didn't say much. As a foreman, he had his difficulties. He not only wanted to make money for everyone, but also made sure that nothing happened. He drew out a cigarette and handed it to Zhang Youcai, and then took it out.

A few boxes of cigarettes were asked to distribute to everyone, and turned around to the remaining migrant workers who followed the little bastard to make trouble. Zhao Fanchen did not make any difficulties. He left home to work, and it was not easy for anyone. He handed it to a few people.

A cigarette sings, saying: "It is not easy for anyone to work and make money. Every family has a difficult sutra. 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 those who do decoration projects??”

Before Zhao Fanchen could finish his words, he was interrupted by a fat black man with a white shirt, white pants, a red safety helmet, and an angry face: "Who is so angry? When is this?

You have the final say." Behind him, two thugs hired at the high price, looked at the little bastard lying on the ground, his face became darker, like burnt charcoal.

"Brother Huang, you see that this matter is done today. The young men under your hands are a little angry. We are half done. Do you think about this project?" Zhang Youcai quickly greeted him with a smile.

Go up.

"Old Zhang, you don't want to do this business anymore. There is no chance of engineering. Take your people and get out of here immediately. Leave the beating person for me and get 200,000 yuan in medical expenses, otherwise

If it is, no one can leave today." The fat black man Huang Erkui pushed Zhang Youcai and staggered, cursing, and snorting Huang Ya, who was disgusting and nauseating, looked like a bandit-like bandit, and was more than his mother

Huang Shiren is still arrogant and arrogant.

"Brother Huang, you can't say that. You don't let us do the project first. We can do it if we don't do it. We will also compensate for the medical expenses. You did half of the decoration project cost for us.

Let's get it together first." Zhang Youcai was not angry, but instead smiled more honestly. He swallowed his anger and still followed his smile to talk to him, hoping to get a little back.

"Grass! I want you to pay for the project in Male Gobi. You are criticized like this by you. You still want the project payment. Just the work you did, and you are so willing to pay for the project payment with me. I won't take out two of them today.

The medical expenses of 100,000 yuan, don’t move anyone, I will kill anyone who moves. Do you think I, Huang Erkui, are a group of rural blokes?? Don’t be shameless??” Zhang Youcai swallowed his anger instead

It further encourages Huang Erkui's arrogance. The more you say good things about Huang Erkui, the more he thinks you are a soft persimmon and is willing to bully you. If you try to kill you, it will make him feel more unscrupulous and arrogant.

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With a bang, the fat black man Huang Erkui directly slapped Zhang Youcai. He was a decades old and was slapped in the face in front of so many people. As the saying goes, "Don't slap people in the face, and you won't slap people in the face."

To expose the shortcomings, Huang Erkui is bullying others by relying on his power.

Zhang Shengli and Gouwa supported Zhang Youcai who was staggering out and shouted in anger: "Why the hell do you want to hit someone?"

A strong murderous intent rose from Zhao Fanchen's heart at an unstoppable speed and rushed towards his forehead, but nothing could be seen on his face.

"Why do you want to hit people? I'm the one who beats you. Just because I have the third guarantee for the project, I will not give you money if I don't give you money. I'll say you don't want to do the project, and you will have to get out of here,

If you don’t agree, who dares to touch me and try it?” Huang Erkui’s temple was leaping, and a arrogant fat face bullied over, clamoring like a mad dog.

As soon as Huang Erkui finished speaking, he was slapped by Zhao Fanchen with a slap. Zhao Fanchen looked gloomy and could not bear to see it anymore. He just slapped and kicked Huang Erkui was kicked out.

When the two thugs who had reacted saw that the customer had been beaten, they immediately rushed up. Zhao Fanchen raised his foot and kicked him. With a click, the leg bone of the thug in a suit was kicked and broken, and the neck was on

Zhao Fanchen pounded his elbow, his chin was dislocated, and he stumbled out with his head tilted. The other one was swept directly by a cheating blow. He fell to the ground with a muffled groan and stopped moving.

Walking 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

Are you discussing something?"

The fat black man Huang Erkui was stunned by Zhao Fanchen's sudden violent hand. Several of his teeth were knocked off. A burst of heart-wrenching pain came from his lower abdomen. The hot pot he ate in the morning was almost spit out. He was frightened.

Looking at Zhao Fanchen who was smiling: "Brother, what do you say? I will do it as I will do it with my younger brother. You should continue to do the project payment. I will prepare it for you tomorrow?"

"What I'm talking about is not about the project. Do I mean to remove one arm or one leg? Choose yourself!" He took a puff of cigarette and sprayed it on the fat black fat man Huang Erkui's fat face. Zhao Fanchen stepped on it.

Holding his chest.

"Brother! My dear brother! Do whatever you want to do the project. My brother is guaranteed to be more or less. I was wrong just now. I am a beast. Tonight, I will be a wine to suppress you.

Is it okay for brothers to have a salary increase to eighty? Please spare me."

The fat black man was timid on the spot, crying like a slutty man, and crying with tears in his eyes. There was no such thing as the arrogant and unforgiving person just now.

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

You and your brothers continue to do the work, and the work payment is included in your younger brother. There is 10,000 yuan here. You take it and invite your brothers to have a barbecue at night, just think it is your younger brother who apologizes to your brothers. If you don't

Then, I won’t forgive my brother.”

Huang Erkui took out a stack of brand new hundred-dollar bills from his shirt and stuffed them into Zhang Youcai's hands. He almost knelt down on the spot. Zhang Youcai and everyone turned their heads and looked at Zhao Fanchen. Zhao Fanchen shrugged harmlessly

, it means it has nothing to do with me.

Holding the 10,000 yuan in his hand, Zhang Youcai didn't believe that what happened today was true. He even blackened the fat man Huang Erkui's character, and he would definitely take the people to settle the score later. If he took the money, he would cause big trouble.

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