One picture!

Two pictures!

Three pictures...

Song Zhichao bent over and reached out to pick up all the 800 yuan scattered on the ground one by one.

He did it very carefully and seriously. After picking it up, he took care of the dust on the money with his hands.

People around him looked at him with different expressions, some despised, some envious, and some disdainful.

Song Zhichao put the money in his hand, slapped his palm, and then walked towards Long Jianfei.

Long Jianfei looked at him with a contemptuous expression, his eyes full of ridicule and mockery, as if he was looking at a pug or beggar who was trying to wag his tail and beg for mercy on him.

Yes, he gave him 800 yuan, so he must say thank you or something - this dog is shameless and embarrassed to take the money away so directly.

Song Zhichao walked up to him, and Long Jianfei had already thought of the line, "You don't have to thank me. I don't have much money, just a lot of money - I'll give you this money, just treat it as a charity, get out! Don't let me see you again in the past!"

Then the other party said thank you with gratitude and left with his tail wagging like a dog. Long Jianfei felt that this scene would be very pleasant. Yes, there is nothing more pleasant than seeing others making ugly.

Long Jianfei raised his head and chest out, like a winning general, with his eyelids facing down, looking down at Song Zhichao, waiting for him to say thank you.

But--

Song Zhichao didn't say anything, but instead folded the money in his hand and inserted it directly into Long Jianfei's pocket in front of everyone and in front of Long Jianfei's suit - the stack of banknotes were like pocket towels, fluttering in the wind.

Long Jianfei: "..."

Deng Caidie: "..."

Pang San and others: "..."

Before Long Jianfei could wake up, Song Zhichao reached out and patted Long Jianfei on the shoulder, just like an elder teaching his younger generation, and was old-fashioned: "Money cannot be spent indiscriminately, and it is not easy for your parents to make money!"

Long Jianfei: "..."

I just felt that my face turned red and hot and blood was boiling at this moment.

When has he been so despised in his life

However, before he could speak, Song Zhichao said with great momentum: "To be honest, it is not enough to be a prodigal son!"

Long Jianfei: "..."

Slap in the face! Super slap in the face!

Some people actually say that they are not worthy of being a prodigal son!

What are you

A lowly person and a poor man dare to criticize me in this tone! Looking for death!

Just as the eldest young master Long Jian Feilong was furious and the volcano was about to erupt, a sirens came from a distance.

...

Wow, wow!—

The police are here.

In this era, since the China Sea is a relatively prosperous metropolis, many foreign tourists and international friends come here to visit or have meetings. Therefore, the municipal government is very concerned about the construction of the city's image. If a fight like this, it will be difficult to get out of it if it gets into trouble.

Although Long Jianfei's identity is not ordinary and he is not afraid of these little policemen, he is a noble person after all. If he is involved in such trivial matters, his family will definitely affect his personal image - he will lose his big picture because of a small loss and it will not be worth it.

Immediately, Long Jianfei winked at Fat San and said, "Let's go!"

Although Pang San was reckless in doing things, he knew that it would be bad for small things to make a big deal. Moreover, these policemen were very difficult to deal with, so they kicked Nie Weidong viciously, kicking Nie Weidong out of nose bleeding. Then he cursed indignantly: "You guy is lucky!" He called his two subordinates to leave.

These people come and go quickly, and those who watched the fun knew that there was no chance to watch it. If they stayed there, they might be caught by the police as witnesses, so they scattered.

Nie Weidong, who escaped, knelt on the ground and coughed violently, with long nose bleeding. He wiped the back of his hand, but he couldn't stop it. It seemed that Pang San kicked too hard.

At this time, a handkerchief was handed to him.

Song Zhichao said: "Damn it!"

Nie Weidong looked up, shook off his long hair, exposed his eyebrows, and looked at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao also looked at him.

Nie Weidong took the handkerchief and covered his nose. Soon the clean handkerchief was stained with nosebleed.

"Can you get up?" Song Zhichao asked.

Nie Weidong wiped his nose bleeding and said with a wry smile: "I can't die."

Song Zhichao helped him up.

The sirens are getting closer and closer, and you can even hear a policeman in front of you asking: "Who was fighting just now?"

Song Zhichao knew he had to leave.

He pulled up the bicycle, helped Nie Weidong, and squeezed towards a crowded place.

People come and go on the street, and soon their shadow disappeared.

The police arrived behind and saw a pool of blood on the ground. They didn't know how big the matter happened. Most of the people around them were asked and didn't know about it.

Occasionally, there were two people with a strong sense of justice, and they told the police uncle what had just happened, how many people fought, chasing each other, and chasing the cicadas at eight steps... Finally, they captured their hands, their legs were kicked to their noses and bleeding, and they spoke vividly, just like martial arts.

When they heard that they had just broken their heads and had nosebleeds, the police uncles breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it was not a serious criminal case and no one called the police, they would not pursue it too much - after all, the police force was limited, and they still had many important things to do.

...

Zhonghai City, Hongqiao District—

In front is an area waiting for demolition and construction.

In recent years, China Overseas economy has developed rapidly, and many dilapidated urban areas have been in the process of formal demolition and reconstruction.

In this era, demolition work is easy to do, and neither the contractor nor the relevant departments have fallen into that kind of profit-oriented and vicious circle.

In this era, the government seeks benefits for the people, and many real estate developers sell houses at conscientious prices. The unscrupulous real estate model like Hong Kong has not yet affected this.

Of course, the most important thing is that the people of this era have not regarded buying a house as an investment, and many people buy houses just to live in.

Song Zhichao has always adhered to the belief of "good people to the end" - since he saved this young master Nie Weidong, he would be good people to send him home.

And here is near where Nie Weidong lives.

At this moment, Song Zhichao put the broken bicycle at the old man who was repairing the bicycle in an alley.

Nie Weidong's bloody nostrils were stuffed with paper twists and cigarettes in his mouth, and he started chatting with the old man.

The old man asked Nie Weidong with a smile who was hit by him today, and the other party was punched several times.

Nie Weidong handed over a cigarette and bragged in front of Song Zhichao, saying that he was so powerful, one beat three, and in the end he only had a slight scratch on his nose and returned in triumph.

The old man listened happily and walked around the bicycle a few times, saying that the car was not hit and it would take some time to repair it, so that Nie Weidong and Song Zhichao would come to pick it up tomorrow.

Nie Weidong patted the horse and said, "Mr. Feng, you have no skills - this bicycle will definitely be the same as new tomorrow, and then asked the master how much it costs."

Uncle Feng said that it would cost at least 30 cents, and Longguai needs to be corrected, which took hard work.

Nie Weidong hurriedly said no, "Whoever is with us?" Although I don't live here often, I am a neighbor. I helped you with water yesterday.

It turned out that Mr. Feng was busy with business yesterday and had no water when he repaired the tires of the car wheels. So Nie Weidong volunteered to let the man look at the stall. He went to the distance to bring half a basin of water over, but he didn't expect that this favor would be used today.

Uncle Feng was humorous. When he heard Nie Weidong say this, he laughed and said that your basin of water is too valuable, 30 cents, and I dare not use you in the future. Your manpower is more expensive than a tractor plow.

Nie Weidong just held a cigarette in his mouth and laughed.

Mr. Feng finally said that this time, free repairs will not be used as an example.

Nie Weidong looked proud and touched Song Zhichao with his shoulders and said, "See you, this is called favor!"

Leaving Mr. Feng’s bicycle repair shop, Song Zhichao helped the limping Nie Weidong back home.

On the way, Nie Weidong suddenly said, "You are very young."

Song Zhichao didn't know what it meant.

Nie Weidong said again: "The blood is strong."

Song Zhichao didn't understand what this meant, but soon he understood.
Chapter completed!