The happy life of a prodigal

Zhang Cheng said to himself, the middle-aged man became impatient, waved his hand, and said, "I don't want to hear you say these things, if you want to say yes, stay away from me!"

Zhang Cheng still ignored him.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he tried hard not to let them fall.

"I also know how to support myself, and know that only by working hard can I support myself, but who will give me a chance to work hard?

In order to come to the capital, I ate tree bark and grass roots, and robbed wild dogs on the side of the road for the remaining half of bean cakes.

But the people in the capital will only tell me that you are too thin, you are too short, and your strength is too weak. I don't blame them for not giving me work...

I don't complain that when I was begging for food, others would rather feed the rest of the food to the dog than give me a bite.

I just don't understand, why do they look at me like that, why do they think others haven't tried hard..."

Chapter 187 The Process Repeats

At this time, many people around have turned their attention to Zhang Cheng.

The middle-aged man frowned even more, and said coldly, "What exactly do you want to say?"

Zhang Cheng didn't seem to see their eyes, but continued to talk to himself: "I want to work hard, I want to support myself, I don't want to be a beggar, I don't want to be stared at by others like that...

If there is no Mr. Fang, maybe I am still on the side of the road, using a broken bowl, expecting passers-by to drop half a steamed bun.

Without Young Master Fang, I might be... dead by now. "

Zhang Cheng raised his head, his eyes were red, he looked at the middle-aged man coldly, and said in a chilling tone: "Why do you insult Mr. Fang and my benefactor?"

The middle-aged man wanted to get angry, but he saw the eyes of the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy in front of him.

He shivered subconsciously, wanting to reprimand him, but he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

"You can scold me, beat me, insult me..."

Zhang Cheng's eyes flickered coldly, and he walked slowly towards the middle-aged man step by step: "But you can't insult my benefactor, you can't insult Mr. Fang!"

The last sentence was almost roared out.

Zhang Cheng walked up to the middle-aged man, exhausted all his strength, and slapped the middle-aged man.

A roar resounded throughout the entire Beijing Normal University Theater, and all of a sudden, the audience became quiet.

All eyes were on Zhang Cheng and the middle-aged man, and even the actors on the stage stopped.

"you you......"

The middle-aged man covered his face, obviously he didn't think that a small gourmet boy would have the guts to beat him.

He stretched out a hand and pointed at Zhang Cheng, his voice trembling: "How dare you hit me!?"

Zhang Cheng didn't show the slightest fear, looked at the middle-aged man with cold eyes, and said, "Yes, I just want to hit you!

Even if you lose your job because of this matter, and you are arrested and put in a dungeon, I will beat you, because no one can insult Mr. Fang in front of me! "

After finishing speaking, there were two more slaps.

Three slaps in a row, the middle-aged man was a little dazed by the slap.

Just pointing at Zhang Cheng, saying something in his mouth, 'Do you know who I am? ''How dare you hit me! ''Wait to die! ' and the like.

For a moment, he even forgot to fight back.

"what happened?"

The Beijing Normal University Theater has always dealt with unexpected situations in a timely manner.

Not even half a stick of incense had passed since this incident happened, someone walked up to them and asked what happened.

When the middle-aged man saw him, he covered his face, pointed at Zhang Cheng, and shouted angrily: "Your Beijing Normal University Theater is still unreasonable. I just made a few jokes, and this boy dared to beat someone!"

Fang's guard glanced at the middle-aged man, then turned to look at Zhang Cheng, and asked, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Zhang Cheng fixed his eyes on the middle-aged man, gritted his teeth and said, "He insulted Mr. Fang!"

When the guards of the Fang residence heard this, their expression turned cold.

Zhang Cheng is a child who knows him very well. He works diligently and is very honest in his dealings with others. It is impossible for him to lie about this matter.

Moreover, on weekdays, people are respectful and respectful. If there is no special reason, it is impossible to take the initiative to beat people.

Fang's guard turned his gaze to the middle-aged man and asked, "Is what he said true?"

The middle-aged man looked angry and said loudly: "I just said a few words as a joke, don't take it seriously!

What's more, even if it's true, he can't hit people! "

Hearing this, the guards of the Fang Mansion already understood what had happened in their hearts.

He looked at the middle-aged man, smiled, and said, "Don't worry, our theater has always served the audience wholeheartedly.

If this matter is really as you said, we will definitely give you an explanation. "

When the middle-aged man heard this, the anger on his face eased a little, and he said: "My request is very simple, throw this little bastard out and pay me ten taels of silver, and I will treat it as if it never happened. "

Zhang Cheng said indignantly: "You insult Mr. Fang, and you dare to ask for ten taels of silver. Even if you leave the theater, I will beat you every time I see you!"

As he said that, he was about to rush forward and beat the middle-aged man again.

Fangfu's guard reached out to stop him, looked at the middle-aged man, and said indifferently: "This incident happened too suddenly, I can't listen to the one-sided words of you two.

Therefore, I hope that you can cooperate with me in the process of restoring the incident. "

When the middle-aged man heard this, he immediately became unhappy, and said loudly, "Why don't you believe this? It's such a simple thing for a boy in your theater to beat someone with his hands. What needs to be restored!?"

Fangfu's guard looked a little cold, and said: "I hope you will cooperate with our investigation, otherwise no matter what the truth of the matter is, it will be counted as picking quarrels and provoking trouble.

When the time comes, they will be banned from entering the theater for life, or they will be handed over to the Kyoto government office and imprisoned in the dungeon for a period of time! "

Although the middle-aged man was very angry at the words of the guards of Fangfu, there was nothing he could do.

Behind the Beijing Normal University Theater is the Fang Mansion, the owner of the Fang Mansion is Fang Xiu, and Xia Yixue, the head catcher of the Capital Mansion, has a close relationship with Fang Xiu.

Therefore, handing over to the Kyoto government office is by no means a joke!

"I can cooperate with you, but you must be fair and just!"

The middle-aged man thought for a while and had no choice but to agree.

"it is good."

Fang's guard responded and said, "You two go out with me first, don't disturb other audiences."

Zhang Cheng was more obedient to the words of the Fangfu guards.

The middle-aged man didn't want to obey, but he had no choice but to appease the woman beside him and walked out of the Beijing Normal University Theater.

Outside the open space of the Beijing Normal University Theater, the guards of Fangfu looked at Zhang Cheng and the middle-aged man standing in front of them, and asked solemnly: "This audience, you just said that the boy in our theater beat you, so how did he beat you?" your?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man showed an indignant look on his face, and said, "Of course it's with your hands, how else can you hit it!"

Fangfu guards shook their heads and said: "Of course beating is not only with hands, but also with legs, head, sword...

Even with hands, there are many different styles of play. I don't know which style of play you are talking about? "

The middle-aged man looked at Fangfu's guards and always felt a sense of being teased.

But seeing that his expression was very serious, he didn't seem to be teasing himself. After thinking about it, he replied: "He slapped me twice just now, and most of the people present saw it!"

"I understand......"

Fangfu's guard nodded, turned his gaze to Zhang Cheng beside him, and asked, "Did you slap him twice just now?"

With a stubborn face, Zhang Cheng stared at the middle-aged man with angry eyes, and said loudly, "He was the one who insulted Mr. Fang first!"

Fangfu's guard shook his head and said, "I didn't ask you this, you just need to answer me, did you slap him twice just now?"

Hearing this, Zhang Cheng lowered his head, gritted his teeth and said, "Yes!"

Chapter 188

Fangfu's guard looked at Zhang Cheng and asked again, "How did you beat him?"

Zhang Cheng was slightly taken aback, apparently not understanding what he meant.

Seeing this, Fangfu's guards repeated: "How did you hit him, which hand did you use, how hard did you use, and where did you hit him?"

Zhang Cheng was startled, and said, "I... forgot."

Fangfu's guard shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter if you forget. Since it's a replay of the process, you have to put it into practice. You slap him again, and try to keep the same action as you did in the theater before."

"what?"

The middle-aged man was completely dumbfounded when he heard this.

Zhang Cheng reacted, turned his gaze to the middle-aged man, walked up to him, and slapped him with all his strength.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, the middle-aged man covered his face, stretched out his hand, pointed at Zhang Cheng and the guards of the Fang residence, and said in a trembling voice, "You, you are bullying too much!"

Fangfu's guard smiled and said: "I told you just now that we are going to replay the process. Since it is a replay, of course we must restore what happened before."

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face showed suspicion, but he disappeared quickly.

At this point, he already understood that these two guys were together from beginning to end!

"You Beijing Normal University Theater is really deceiving people too much, you wait for me, I want to report to the officials!"

The middle-aged man pointed at Fangfu guards and Zhang Cheng, and roared angrily.

Seeing him like this, the guards of the Fang Mansion shook their heads and said, "Guest officer, the reenactment is only halfway through...

Just now, you wanted to seek justice. Since you want to seek justice, let’s sort it out today. If we don’t clear it up, we’d better not leave. Otherwise, there will be misunderstandings and it’s not good for everyone... "

"What do you mean by that!?"

The middle-aged man looked at the several muscular Fangfu guards who appeared around him, and subconsciously took a step back.

He wanted to run away, but he knew that with his speed, he might be caught before he ran to the ticket office, so he just stayed where he was.

"It means literally."

The previous guard smiled and said, "Please cooperate with us, otherwise we don't know what will happen next."

The middle-aged man shivered subconsciously when he saw his smile.

The story of that scum in Fang's mansion was very familiar to him.

Before he became Zuo Zhonglang General, he relied on his status as the only son of Uncle Anping to run amok and hang people up and beat him if he disagreed with him.

After becoming Habayashi Guard Zuo Zhonglang General, he intensified his efforts. He even chopped off an arm of the eldest son of the Minister of Rites at the banquet held by His Royal Highness Ning, and did not give His Highness Ning any face.

He is just a small businessman with some small money, but it is nothing in the capital.

He didn't even have the qualifications to attend the banquet of King Ning's Mansion. He had heard these things from his friends.

The owner of the Fang Mansion is so domineering, his lackeys don't need to think about it, they know what kind of people they are.

If you annoy them, you may not do anything crazy.

The middle-aged man looked at the heavy-backed Fangfu guards, swallowed subconsciously, and said, "How do you want me to cooperate?"

The leading guard smiled, but did not answer. Instead, he looked at Zhang Cheng beside him and asked, "Do you think that slap just now has the same force as your previous slap?"

Zhang Cheng was startled, with a smile on his face, and said, "It's different."

Hearing this, the guard thought for a while, and said, "Since it's different, try a few more times, and you can always try the previous strength."

"no problem!"

A strange smile appeared on Zhang Cheng's immature face, and he walked towards the middle-aged man step by step.

Snapped!

There was another crisp sound, and another palm print appeared on the face of the middle-aged man.

"you!"

The middle-aged man glared at Zhang Cheng, but dared not speak out.

The guard glanced at the middle-aged man and asked, "Guest officer, is the strength this time different from the previous one?"

The middle-aged man looked at the guard with extremely angry eyes, gritted his teeth, and did not speak.