The Taming of the Ruffian Hero

The back door of Zhao Yuan's house is a road that is not very wide, and usually there are few vehicles, but because it is a shortcut connecting two main roads in the county, the flow of people is usually quite large, and there are shops of all sizes along the street. .

Zhao Yuan pointed to the two men who were smoking at the corner of the street and looked around from time to time, and said that they must be urban management.

Before the store opened, Zhao Mingjiang was still a retail merchant, just like those who peddled New Year's goods with their shoulder poles, avoiding the city management became the collective consensus of the vendors on this street.

Oftentimes, the teahouse at the intersection will be the eyeliner of some vendors. When the city management who is waiting arrives, they will call in a hurry. The autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, the streets are much wider, and there are many more people wearing hats and carrying burdens on the road.The urban management clearly knew that these were often the peddlers who ran away after hearing the news, but they had nothing to do with them. Even if they occasionally caught ready-made ones, they would cry and hang themselves. , will be like the great enemy who cut off your way of life, wishing to attack them together.

After a long time, the urban management of this street will turn a blind eye and close their eyes. As long as the road is not severely blocked, everything will be fine.And Zhao Yuan has a very close relationship with his neighbors. Every time he found out in advance, he directly closed the stall and walked in, closed the back door, and pulled down the curtain of the back door.Later, the conditions improved, a business license was applied for, the back door was decorated and opened, and a shop was opened in earnest. Zhao Yuan often helped the hawkers to keep watch.

Zhao Yuan calmly told Lin Wenxi what he said, and Lin Wenxi frowned slightly.

Zhao Yuan smiled and said, "Do you think I'm a petty citizen?"

Lin Wenxi said without any concealment: "Yes."

Zhao Yuan was infuriated by Lin Wenxi's upright appearance, and said, "The so-called bazaar is exactly like this, otherwise this street would be much less lively."

Lin Wenxi said righteously: "Then what if everyone is like this? The streets will be blocked."

Zhao Yuan Wuxin and Lin Wenxi debated more about such ideals and reality. He has experienced difficulties in life for a long time. As long as he does not violate the law, does not violate his will, and does not violate morality, he always looks at money.But looking at Lin Wenxi's appearance of a moralist, he felt a little uncomfortable, and asked: "Is there someone in your family who is an official, and he still has a bit of an official accent."

Lin Wenxi looked a little nervous, and answered honestly: "Yes, do you hate officials?"

Zhao Yuan said, "Yes." Zhao Yuan only remembered his father vaguely saying that the reason why his plan for the tallest building failed was because although the final bidding documents came down, because of a change in policy, he was stuck in a new official position. There, it has not been released for a long time.At that time, through the relationship, all the construction permits and other documents were prepared in advance, and a large frame was built for the building. In the end, the construction could not be carried out, resulting in a mess of losses, which finally completely changed the life of the family.

Therefore, Zhao Yuan is more or less prejudiced against the word "official".If it was for other people, Zhao Yuan would have answered tactfully, but he had just been generalized by Lin Wenxi, and he was a little displeased, and for some reason, he felt that he couldn't say a single word against his will in front of Lin Wenxi.

Seeing the disappointment flashing in Lin Wenxi's eyes, Zhao Yuan smiled and pointed at a bunch of fireworks and asked, "How much do you guess?"

Immediately, Lin Wenxi's eyes were diverted. Seeing the incomparably exquisite fireworks, he stretched out his hand and couldn't help stroking it a few times: "It should cost around ten yuan."

Zhao Yuan laughed and said, "It's up to you, I sold it for ten yuan!" Then Lin Wenxi knew that the purchase price of those ten yuan a box of cannons was only more than two yuan, and he couldn't help calling Zhao Yuan a black-hearted businessman.

Lin Wenxi was disgusted when he heard the children setting off firecrackers in the street, and was afraid of the noise. After staying for a while, whenever the children called him a few words, he would not be happy, so he took some firecrackers and distributed them to the nearby open space for the children to play. As a result, the friends in the streets and alleys spread the word to ten, ten to the whole alley, and soon dozens of dolls clamored for Lin Wenxi to hand out firecrackers, and there were no children willing to buy them.

Lin Wenxi thought about it anyway, the purchase price was cheap, so it didn't matter. He was still calculating the quantity in his heart, but in the end he just didn't care about anything, and had a great time playing.

Zhao Yuan looked at the increasingly empty children's cannon basket, looked not far away, smiled and sighed, and kept asking the children to deliver all the goods on their hearts.There is a way of living with more money, a way of living with less money, and a way of living with less money. The important thing is to be happy, at least this guy in front of you.

A child came over with tears in his eyes and pulled Lin Wenxi, saying that his grandfather had been bullied. He pointed at the noisy place and sobbed endlessly. The staff wearing the armbands of the coordinator jointly lifted a wooden cart and was about to push it down the bridge. On the wooden cart was a cart full of apples.

When the cart tilted and vibrated, many apples fell, with words printed on them, such as: Fu, Lu, Shun, Cai, etc. The old man selling apples by the bridge was already crying, but he was killed by two managers. Backhand catch.

Several neighbors in the neighborhood tried to help pick up the fallen fruits, but were also angrily reprimanded and retreated. Only a few ignorant children climbed into the crowd, grabbed a few apples and ate them while running.

The whole carload of apples was about to be pushed off the bridge, and the old man's hopes for this year were almost in vain. Lin Wenxi couldn't bear to see it, and angrily scolded: "Who gave you such courage!"

Several urban management officers were a little timid when they heard that someone was troublesome, and they were puzzled when they heard the slightly bureaucratic words. They saw that the person who frightened them was actually a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. Bastard, you don’t want to live anymore, don’t you!”

Lin Wenxi was furious, and roared, "Who the hell doesn't want to live anymore? Bullying an old man like this in broad daylight, do you have any conscience!"

The one who pushed the old man's car was Yang Anbang, a temporary staff member. He was usually a gangster on the street. During the Chinese New Year, he temporarily entrusted his relationship with the police station to mix things up.Lin Wenxi's roar undoubtedly swept him away. He immediately overturned the car, stepped on the rolling apples, rushed to Lin Wenxi's side and grabbed him by the collar: "If you don't want to die, get out!"

Fearless, Lin Wenxi pushed Yang Anbang away, and shouted loudly, "Losing money!" Then he felt his eyes go dark, and his ears kept humming like a flute, and his face was burning hot, knowing that he had been beaten, He didn't know where to fight back, the moment his eyes were dark, he heard laughter in his ears, followed by wailing.

Zhao Yuan walked back to the store and found that Lin Wenxi was gone. He vaguely heard Lin Wenxi's roar, and hurried over, just in time to see Lin Wenxi was slapped severely by the boss. How could he bear it for a while, as if a volcano erupted. rushed in.He saw with his own eyes that Lin Wenxi was kicked again, mixed with hatred and pain, and first kicked Yang Anbang so that he staggered.Seeing his brother being beaten, the other city management officers rushed forward, surrounded Zhao Yuan, and beat him.

Zhao Yuan swung his bow left and right, punched and kicked with great strength and skillfully, a few people were beaten to the ground howling and unable to move even if they didn't get close to them with bare hands.Seeing that the incident was getting serious, Zhao Yuan didn't dare to stay longer. He grabbed Lin Wenxi and ran away, but it was too late. He was facing several policemen from the police station in black uniforms, with shiny black batons in their hands. capable city managers.Zhao Yuan did not run away as usual, but held Lin Wenxi's hand tightly.

The crowd on the side of the road complained for the two of them. The police who came were only patrolling nearby. Seeing this, they also had business needs to listen to and record some testimonies, and brought both parties into the police car.

Zhao Yuan persisted in asking Lin Wenxi to go to the hospital first for a forensic appraisal.When they arrived at the Public Security Bureau, a doctor came and gave Lin Wenxi some painkillers, and then the two were questioned separately.

Zhao Yuan's phone was confiscated, and he couldn't contact his reliable brother, so he was very cooperative and explained the matter, gave a hint of a job, contacted him, and released him at night-most of the urban management were afraid of being beaten. Pretending to fall to the ground.Only Yang Anbang suffered a little skin trauma, and it was fine, but as the instigator, he was also the one with the most evidence from the masses, so Zhao Yuan had even more reason to be released.

He got the phone and immediately contacted Lin Wenxi, but found no one answered. After detailed inquiry, he found out that Lin Wenxi had not been released at all.

Zhao Yuan said all the good things, and stated that Lin Wenxi was underage and could not be detained, but the strange thing was that the policeman who had a good attitude towards him walked in twice and threw Zhao Yuan out of the police station impatiently.