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Minglang didn't know how he got home that day. He only knew that when he woke up the next day, he was lying on the bed. His clothes and pants were neatly folded and placed beside the bed. There was a glass of water on the bedside table. It was my mother who told me to sleep at night.

He looks at his phone, 09:30 in the morning, oops!Late for work!He just got up and was about to get out of bed, but he stopped halfway through the movement, and he suddenly smiled... What work is he still doing?I was kicked out by the courier company yesterday.

There was a dull pain in his head, and he knocked hard on the cap of the sky, ah...it was all because of the wine!He never drank alcohol, so of course he didn't have much capacity for alcohol. Last night, he drank a whole pot of Lao Baigan in one go. He didn't know how he rode his motorcycle home, or that he was lucky to be able to get home safely!Now the head is swollen to the point of exploding, and I suffer from nerve pains one after another, and I can't even focus my eyes.

Xu Huafang heard movement in the room, and pushed the bedroom door open with her wheelchair. She saw her son beating on the top of his head irritably.

"What's the matter, headache?" Xu Huafang went to the bedside.

"A little..." Ming Lang paused, "Mom, what time did I come back yesterday?"

"What do you think?" Xu Huafang asked angrily.

"a little?"

"03:30!"

03:30... What did he do during this time?

Xu Huafang looked at him and said, "Uncle Liu called me last night."

Minglang bowed his head and remained silent, since Uncle Liu had already told his mother, he would not repeat it.

Seeing that her son didn't speak, Xu Huafang continued: "Son, those people are obviously looking for faults. You even quit your job and they still don't give up. They bully you when they meet. Uncle Liu said that these people are not good birds. Let's mess with them." I'm sorry, alas... how will you survive in Xijiang in the future?"

Minglang said disapprovingly: "Mom, now is a society ruled by law, it's not that they can do whatever they want. I'm not afraid of them, and I won't admit cowardice. I'm curious what this group of scumbags have... what are they doing?" Despicable means."

Xu Huafang sighed: "What's there to be curious about? They toss your flesh and blood, mother who loves you knows that, right?"

"Mom, I know," Ming Lang said with fire in his eyes, "If it wasn't for Uncle Liu's place yesterday, I would really, really slap them."

"What's the result?"

"As a result... hey, I don't want innocent people to be implicated or implicated."

"Stop rushing around, okay? Do you think you are a brazen head and iron arm? No matter how powerful you are, you can't stand their crowd!"

"Don't, don't say it," Minglang couldn't understand to his mother: "In short, I will not bow to these evil forces!"

"Then you don't want to live anymore, do you?" Xu Huafang asked anxiously.

Ming Lang said straightly: "Mom, I just want to live a better... better life, so I can't compromise with these scumbags. They are all bullying and fearing hard!"

"Son," Xu Huafang said slowly, "My mother and I are the only ones left at home. I can't do anything, and you have to be good!"

"I know, I know it in my heart." Ming Lang said lightly.

After that night, Minglang hadn't seen Kan Qi's group again. He didn't have a regular job for the time being, so he ran errands and delivered food all day long. From [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm, he hardly rested except for eating and going to the toilet.In the urban area of ​​Xijiang, you can often see a takeaway boy wearing a reflective vest speeding through the streets and alleys all day long, regardless of the sun or rain. That person is Mingming.

After a month, the person has lost a lot of weight, his skin is tanned and shiny, and he looks more powerful.

At noon that day, Mingming went home for dinner. Xu Huafang cooked the noodles and put them on the table. She said mysteriously, "Son, Mom bought you something today."

Minglang took a mouthful of noodles: "What?"

Xu Huafang took out a pair of gray-blue shoes from under the coffee table, "How about it, do you like it?"

Mingming frowned dissatisfiedly: "Mom, why are you buying me shoes... why, it's not like I don't have nothing to wear."

"Isn't it broken?"

"If it breaks you, just make it up for me."

Xu Huafang mourned: "I can't recover from this pair of shoes on your feet. I have mended them eight times. You have tested my skills too much."

The canvas shoes that Minglang is wearing now were bought at a farmer’s market for 50 yuan the year before last. He spends a lot of time running outside all day, and every time the shoes fall off and have holes, they are thrown to Xu Huafang to help him repair them. After many repeated efforts , now that not only the body of the shoes, but also the soles are patched, the original style can hardly be seen, such a frugal young man in Xijiang, besides Qingming, I believe there is no other person.

"How much?" This is what he cares most about.

"90 yuan, the merchant is doing an event, and the original price is 588 yuan!" Xu Huafang said proudly, "Auntie Yingxue saw you when she was shopping in the supermarket this morning, so she quickly called and told me, so I bought you a pair."

"90 yuan?" Minglang's eyes widened: "Mom, are you out of your mind? Buy these, such expensive shoes! Didn't I tell you that I wouldn't want anything over, over 50 yuan!"

Xu Huafang held up the shoes and said, "How good these shoes are. The mesh surface is breathable and comfortable. The soles are soft and non-slip. The grip is great!"

Bright black hair: "The shoes you bought for me are old... old people's shoes?"

"I don't know either," Xu Huafang picked up the shoe box and looked at it, "This brand is called... Zu X Jian, and it's a famous brand!"

Minglang: "..." I really bought him a pair of old shoes, and the color is too difficult to describe.

"You try it!"

"I'm eating noodles!"

"No, show me the clothes right away."

Unable to bear his mother's begging, Minglang had no choice but to put it on.

"It's pretty good!" Xu Huafang felt very good.

"Yeah...you're happy." For Minglang, it doesn't matter what kind of shoes he wears, as long as he is not barefoot.

"Aunt Yingxue told me today that his son Xiaobing opened a motorcycle repair shop in Tuanjie Lane. Do you want to go?"

Minglang hesitated for a moment, then said, "Motorcycle repair... I don't know much about it."

"It's not all about repairs. They also buy and sell second-hand motorcycles with a commission." Seeing his son's scruples, Xu Huafang said, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, just learn by doing! Besides, you and Xiaobing have been playing together since childhood. , and they are familiar with each other, I am also relieved that you have a caretaker when you work at his place."

Minglang knew what her mother meant by "take care of", and to put it bluntly, she still had lingering fears about Kan Qi and his group.

He thought for a while and asked, "When will you start working?"

"Just go there tomorrow morning."

The next morning, Minglang came to Tuanjie Lane early. Seeing that Xiaobing's motorcycle shop hadn't opened yet, he bought two steamed buns and a bag of soy milk from the bun shop next door and ate them.

The reason why he hesitated yesterday was not because he didn’t know how to repair motorcycles, but because Tuanjie Lane, where this shop is located, is really close to Kan Qi’s office building. If you meet those people, if you really meet, it will be really a narrow road for enemies.

At this time, someone patted Ming Lang's shoulder from behind, "Brother, it's so early!"

Mingming turned around to look, it was Xiaobing.

"I got used to it early in the army." He laughed.

He didn't do much on the first day of work, Xiaobing asked him to familiarize himself with the model and accessories of the motorcycle, and arranged for him a repairman named Xiao Fan to learn the basic knowledge of motorcycle maintenance from him.

Although Minglang is not eloquent, he is serious about learning things. He memorizes the simple things in his heart, and takes a notebook to write down the slightly complicated things. He asks when he doesn't understand, and learns with an open mind.After a week, he has a general understanding of how the store operates—in addition to basic motorcycle modification and repairs, he also buys old motorcycles. To put it bluntly, this is where stolen motorcycles are resold. Pickpockets ride over stolen motorcycles. Xiaobing asked his subordinates to modify the appearance, replace the parts that should be replaced, and then sell them at a high price.

This is almost a no-cost business with huge profits!

Although Qingming was very opposed to this kind of illegal behavior from the bottom of his heart, given his current living conditions, he had no right to be picky. Earning enough money for his mother's medical treatment was the most urgent task right now.He works here during the day and delivers food at night, so the monthly income of 4000 to [-] yuan should not be a problem, which can barely meet the family's expenses.

On this day, Xiaobing said to Minglang: "Brother Lang, if you have nothing to do, help me deliver a motorcycle to the guest."

Mingming didn't understand: "Give it to the guests? No, don't the guests carry it themselves?"

"We will do what others tell us. Here, here is the address." Xiao Bing sent the address to his mobile phone.

Looking at it clearly, it is the Yangshan villa area, and the people living in this area are all people, whether they are rich or powerful, why do people still ride motorcycles?It wasn't until Xiao Bing pushed a black motorcycle in front of him that he realized that it was not an ordinary branded motorcycle, but a Ducati Devil.

No matter what happens, this car costs 10,000+. How could it be repaired in such a humble shop?

After lunch, Minglang rode a Ducati to the Yangshan villa area and dialed the number of the guest.

"Hi, hello, I'm Xiaobing Motorcycle Repair Shop, may I be Wu...Wu Yufei?"

"Hmm...yes." The other party's voice was lazy, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

"I'll deliver the car to you now, what is your specific address?"

"Building [-], District E, ring the doorbell when you arrive." The other party hung up after finishing speaking.

This place is really big, Minglang scootered for more than ten minutes to find the eight buildings in E district, rang the doorbell through the gate, then looked up at the villa inside, wow... so luxurious!These people are also really strange. A few people live in a house of hundreds of square meters, don't they feel too empty?Not even popular.

At this time, a man of medium height came out of the room wearing loose home clothes, with sleepy eyes. Why are rich people used to sleeping in the afternoon?

When this person walked in front of him, Ming Lang paused for a few seconds. Isn't this person... Kan Qi's little lover?

Through the iron gate, Wu Yufei also recognized Minglang, and jokingly said, "Why do you come at such a time?"

As for what kind of time "this kind of time" refers to, Minglang can probably guess seven or eight points from Wu Yufei's chaotic spirit.

He didn't want to stay in this place for a second, even if he wasn't facing Kan Qi himself, as long as he looked at someone who brushed against him, he would be upset.

"I left the car here for you. If there is no problem, I will... leave."

"Hey, wait," Wu Yufei called to stop him: "This is not my car. Whether it is repaired or not is up to the owner to decide whether he is satisfied or not. You wait here, and you are not allowed to leave."

After speaking, Wu Yufei ran into the villa like a bird.

Minglang stood stiffly on the spot, and he wanted to leave, but he didn't know if he could.He has a strong sixth sense that this car belongs to Kan Qi. If it really belongs to that bastard, as long as he leaves, it will cause trouble; if he doesn't leave, he will just stand here waiting for Kan Qi like a big fool. Come out together, and then bite the bullet and let people humiliate you justifiably... Stretching his head with a knife and retracting his head is also a knife. After struggling for a long time, he decided...not to leave.

After all, he is not representing himself now, but Xiaobing's repair shop. If he causes unnecessary trouble, he will feel sorry for Xiaobing.

After two or three minutes, I saw a tall and thick man come out shaking his head and tail. His walking posture was that of Kan Qi himself. He was still shirtless this time, probably because he thought it would be unsightly to walk a bird in broad daylight. He barely wore a pair of boxer shorts.

Kan Qi saw Qingming standing outside the door in a daze, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "I thought you would have turned around and left long ago because of your lofty arrogance, but I didn't expect you to be so obedient and really stand still, huh? "

"You are the owner of the car?" Ming Lang didn't want to talk to him.

"correct."

"Then why did you leave, leave his phone number?" Ming Lang gave Wu Yufei a sideways look.

"My little love will take it for me to repair. Is it strange to leave his phone number?"

"..." Ming was at a loss for words.

Kan Qi looked him up and down, and found that it had been a month since he had seen him. This man had lost weight and turned dark. It seemed that life had dealt him a lot of hardships, but Kan Qi would not have any sympathy, because he asked for it himself. of.

"You said you, you don't have anything you want, you are poor and stupid, you lose your job and find someone who doesn't take a break in the middle, you are exhausted, and you can't live without energy. What kind of life pressure does it take for you to get rid of it like this? Against all odds, risking your life to appear in front of me again and again?" Kan Qi spoke without breathing.

"Check to see if there is any problem with the motorcycle." Minglang didn't want to talk to him.

Kan Qi stared at him for a while, then raised the corner of his mouth: "Push the car in."

The gate opened, Minglang rode into the courtyard and parked it, and stood aside, waiting for Kan Qi to inspect the goods by himself.

Kan Qi looked around the car, squatted down to look at the tires, stood up and said, "I don't want to pick up this car."

Minglang had long expected that he was looking for trouble, and asked, "Why?"

"Tires are not what I want."

Minglang took out the repair list that Xiao Bing gave him, and said, "Didn't you ask for a replacement tire, Pirelli semi-heated tire? This is, that is."

"It's your sister!" Kan Qi said loudly, "Don't fool me, I've been playing motorcycles for more than ten years, and the Ducati I've eliminated is enough for you to open a second-hand car store. Pirelli?"

Mingming is really not an expert in this area, he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Kan Qi scratched hard on the tire with his nails, and half of the thin nail prints were immediately printed on the tire. He looked up at Mingming with doubts on his face.

"Do you know what a semi-heated tire is?" Kan Qi said: "The middle endurance formula is hot-melt on both sides, and the middle is wear-resistant. "How dare you pass off a brand-name tire like this as a Pirelli?"

"I'm not pretending. The tires were indeed sent from Chengdu and Chengdu. I'm sure it's Pirelli." Because this package was signed by Qingming.

Kan Qi said word by word: "If I say no, then it's not."

Minglang didn't want to argue with him, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble, he said: "If you really don't believe it, you can go to the 4S store to inspect the goods by yourself. We support all, all-world inspections."

"It's just that shabby little shop that supports whole-, whole-, and global inspections?" Kan Qi deliberately imitated him by talking brightly.

"Yes, support." Ming Lang directly ignored his malice.

"So I have to ride a motorcycle from Xijiang over 1000 kilometers to Chengdu Ducati 4S shop for inspection?"

"..."

"Mingming, I see that not only your language nerves, but also the central nerve cells of your brain are also damaged? What kind of IQ do you have? I'm free to ride a bicycle for more than 2000 kilometers because of two tires?!"

"Then what are you going to do?"

Kan Qi crossed his arms and said, "Well, I don't want to embarrass you. I'll try it. If the wheel grips well, I'll reluctantly accept it."

This answer is too humane. It is completely unexpected. He always thought that Kan Qi would not let go of every opportunity to retaliate against him. He did not expect him to be so reasonable today... The world has changed, and the devil has also begun. He looks like a man.

"Are you... sure?" Minglang still couldn't believe it.

Kan Qi found it funny: "Are you crying and begging me to trouble you?"