HPDBC Chapter 1809 Zhao Jun violently beats his brother-in-law
Chapter 1809 Zhao Jun violently beats his brother-in-law
Chapter 1809 Zhao Jun violently beats his brother-in-law
Upon hearing that Amber Dragon had been robbed, Zhao Jun's hand gripping the phone tightened suddenly, his brows furrowing instantly. His voice filled with astonishment as he asked, "Robbed? Where was it robbed? How could someone possibly rob you?"
"They said they were robbed as soon as they left the county town," said Manager Huang. Zhao Jun pressed further, "That happened yesterday evening?"
"Yes," Manager Huang on the other end of the phone said with a wry smile, "Those robbers were despicable. They robbed us, but after they did, they tied us to a tree. They were tied up all night, and thankfully a kind person passing by rescued them this morning."
"Oh my god!" Zhao Jun frowned upon hearing this and said, "Is this really so strange? I saw five of them arrive yesterday."
Yesterday, three people were involved in the transaction with the Zhao family gang. When Zhao Jun saw them off, he noticed two more people in the jeep. It seems the three were from Beijing, and the two in the car were likely their accomplices from Changchun.
“There were five of them,” Manager Huang said. “But the robbery gang of more than twenty people also had guns, so we just held them at bay.”
"Then...then..." Zhao Jun organized his thoughts and then asked Manager Huang, "What does your old customer mean? Right now, besides the broken stone dragon, all I have is the little white dragon."
Before heading to Lingnan to meet with the Shao family, Manager Huang made a phone call to Zhao Jun.
During the phone call, Zhao Jun overheard Manager Huang's words: the big boss's favorites are Shi Long and Mu Long; he'll only consider Xiao Bai Long as a last resort.
This is because the stone dragon and the wooden dragon are more peculiar than the white dragon. Another reason is that the big boss heard from somewhere that the white dragon's skin color could be faked, and he was afraid that he had bought a fake.
So when Zhao Jun called Manager Huang after returning to Qiaotou Village from Laoyingou that day, he immediately said he wanted to sell amber dragons.
It must be said that Zhao Jun is a man of principle; even at this point, he is still thinking about the broken stone dragon that the Shao family helped to bring out.
"Is the little white dragon not crippled?" Manager Huang asked. Zhao Jun replied, "No, the little white dragon has a whole whisker and tail, and is in excellent condition. I think it must be at least seventy or eighty years old."
"Wait a moment, Zhao Jun." At this moment, Manager Huang said, "You don't need to hang up the phone."
Zhao Jun responded, and after about ten seconds, Manager Huang's voice came through the phone again: "Zhao Jun, we've got Little White Dragon."
After saying this, Manager Huang paused slightly, then continued, "That Doctor Zhang you met yesterday is quite knowledgeable about wild ginseng; he can tell what's good and what's bad. When you see him, show him the Little White Dragon. If he says it's okay, let him take it."
“That works…” Zhao Jun thought for a moment, then asked, “Then the price will remain the same, the same as the Amber Dragon.”
"Yes," Manager Huang answered readily, but Zhao Jun pressed on, "Do they still have any money?"
In this day and age, if Manager Huang's regular customers can spend 100,000 yuan to buy a ginseng seedling, their financial strength is beyond doubt.
His men could take 100,000 yuan to the Northeast, which was fine, but they couldn't conjure up another 100,000 yuan out of thin air.
What Zhao Jun wanted was to exchange money for goods on the spot.
"Zhao Jun, don't worry." Manager Huang on the other end of the phone sounded relaxed and laughed, "We're rich. This little bit of money is just a drop in the ocean for them."
Even so, Manager Huang should have understood Zhao Jun's meaning, and then said, "My old customer has a friend in Changchun. He just made the call, and the money has already been prepared for him. However, you will have to go to Changchun to pick it up."
"Go to Changchun?" Zhao Jun frowned. He had just returned from outside and really didn't want to go through all that trouble. But it was a big deal worth 100,000 yuan, so he figured he might as well make the trip.
Thinking of this, Zhao Jun replied to Manager Huang, "Alright, Manager Huang, then we'll head to Changchun tomorrow."
"Zhao Jun, don't go to Changchun." Upon hearing this, Manager Huang hurriedly stopped Zhao Jun, saying, "You still need to go to the small town where you traded before."
"Shulan, the small town?" Zhao Jun asked in surprise, "Are they still in Shulan?"
"Hmm." Manager Huang said helplessly, "They left the city yesterday and were robbed not far away. This morning, after being rescued, they went straight back to that small town to report to the authorities."
That makes sense. If you buy ginseng for 100,000 yuan and it gets stolen, it would be problematic not to report it to the authorities.
"Ah." At this moment, Zhao Jun understood what Manager Huang, a regular customer, meant, and immediately said, "So that means we go to Shulan to pick them up. After picking them up, we'll take Little White Dragon and accompany them to Changchun to collect the money. After they're done, they'll leave, and we'll come back, okay?"
"Yes, yes, that's exactly it." Manager Huang nodded repeatedly and said, "Zhao Jun, if you don't have anything else to do, you should go now. Those five are... completely penniless, and they're all sitting outside the police station."
Hearing Manager Huang's words, Zhao Jun was also helpless. He sighed and said, "Manager Huang, you know I just got home. Please give me one afternoon. I'll pack up and come over this afternoon."
"Zhao Jun, could you please help me with this?" Manager Huang said with difficulty, "They haven't even had breakfast yet."
Hearing what Manager Huang said, Zhao Jun couldn't help but feel sorry for them and immediately asked, "Where are Manager Huang and the others? I can't go there now, but I'll find someone to pick them up and make sure they have something to eat. They can't go hungry."
"That's great, Zhao Jun," said Manager Huang. "Their car is parked in front of the Shulan Guangming Police Station. You can find them there."
"Alright then, Manager Huang. That's it, I'll make a call right away." The matter was urgent, so Zhao Jun didn't waste any words. After hanging up, he called the Shulan Supply and Marketing Cooperative, asking Sun Haizhu to help settle those five unlucky fellows.
After thanking Sun Haizhu, Zhao Jun came out of the west hut and was greeted by Wang Meilan, who asked, "What's wrong, son? Are you going out again?"
"Yes, Mom." Zhao Jun nodded and said, "We can't stay here, people want to buy our Little White Dragon."
As he spoke, Zhao Jun looked at Ma Yang, who was sitting in the outer room of his house, staring wide-eyed as he ate an apple.
“Xiao Yang,” Zhao Jun called out to Ma Yang, and said with a smile, “you’ve really got what you deserve this time.”
"What's up, brother-in-law?" Ma Yang asked. Zhao Jun replied, "The other day we brought out that little white dragon, and now a big boss wants it?"
"How much can he offer, brother-in-law?" Ma Yang asked casually. His brother-in-law had told him last time that he could sell it for ten or twenty thousand.
"One hundred thousand yuan." Zhao Jun said this casually, but as soon as he said it, there was a loud crash. It turned out that Ma Yang got up too quickly and knocked over the four-legged stool that he had just sat on.
"How much, brother-in-law?" Ma Yang asked Zhao Jun loudly, his eyes wide. Zhao Jun laughed and said, "One hundred thousand yuan. Can't you hear me?"
"Brother-in-law!" Ma Yang's mind went blank at this moment. He instinctively interrupted Zhao Jun and asked, "Didn't you say it would sell for ten or eight thousand?"
"This kid's silly," Zhao Jun laughed. "Isn't it good to sell more? The more you sell, the more you get."
"Brother-in-law, how much money will I get?" Ma Yang asked, his voice trembling. Ma Ling, who was helping him up with a stool, quickly tugged at him. Seeing her younger brother like this made Ma Ling quite embarrassed.
"You can calculate how much to split," Zhao Jun said. "Ten thousand yuan will be divided into ten shares. We'll take one share and distribute it to everyone. Then, we'll split the remaining nine shares equally between the two of us."
Zhao Jun's method of dividing the spoils was not intended to favor Ma Yang.
First of all, that day their group went up the mountain to carry three brown bears, one large and two small, not to release ginseng. Furthermore, Ma Yang is not a member of the Zhao family gang.
Furthermore, after returning from the mountains that day, during dinner, Zhao Jun specifically explained to Xie Chen why the little white dragon didn't have any shares in Xie Chen's company.
Indeed, Jie Chen discovered an old embankment in that mountain area. But the little white dragon was accidentally created by Ma Yang stepping on it, and it had nothing to do with whether there was an old embankment there or not. Moreover, Ma Yang didn't know about the old embankment beforehand.
Therefore, no matter how much this little white dragon seedling sells for, when distributing profits, it is always divided into ten shares, with everyone who went up the mountain that day receiving one share equally, so that everyone can share in the joy.
The remaining nine shares were split equally between Zhao Jun, who carried the ginseng, and Ma Yang, who discovered it.
In other words, if the seedling of the white dragon sells for 100,000 yuan, Zhao Jun and Ma Yang will each receive 45,000 yuan.
Ma Yang wasn't good at studying, but he could still do this kind of math.
When Ma Yang calculated that he would receive 45,000 yuan, he was completely stunned.
The apple in Ma Yang's hand rolled to the ground and went off. Then, a dark figure rushed out from the corner of the west corridor.
The little black bear snatched the apple that Ma Yang had left over into its mouth, then turned and ran into the inner room.
"Forty-five thousand, forty-five thousand, forty-five thousand..." Ma Yang's muttering voice grew louder and more trembling, while his body was filled with uncontrollable excitement and agitation.
At that moment, Ma Yang's mind went blank, but he couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahaha..."
"What's wrong with the child?" Xing San asked. Ma Yang's behavior not only stunned Lao Shan Gouzi, but also everyone else.
"Little brother, little brother!" Feeling embarrassed, Ma Ling went over to tug at Ma Yang. But the moment she touched him, Ma Yang plopped down on the ground. Then he slapped his thighs and burst into loud laughter.
Zhao Jun couldn't bear to see his wife embarrassed, so he went over to help pull Ma Yang away. But as soon as he touched her, Ma Yang fell backward and landed on the ground.
Regardless of whether Ma Yang was standing, sitting, or lying down, he was always grinning foolishly.
Zhao Jun and Ma Ling tried to pull Ma Yang up, but Ma Yang's body went limp and he fell backward.
This scene terrified Zhao Youcai and Wang Meilan. What would they do if something happened to their child in their own home?
When everyone gathered around, they saw Ma Yang lying on the ground, his eyes glazed over, a silly grin on his face, muttering repeatedly, "Haha... 45,000... Haha... 45,000..."
"Hey, Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang." Zhao Jun gently patted Ma Yang's face and then tried to pry open Ma Yang's eyelids, but Ma Yang didn't react at all.
"Mom, what should we do?" Seeing Ma Yang like this, Ma Ling's voice was trembling with tears as she pulled Wang Meilan next to her for help.
"What should we do, Dad?" Wang Meilan asked Zhao Youcai. Zhao Youcai replied, "No... let's find a doctor. I... I'll go find Han Shang."
As soon as Zhao Youcai finished speaking, Ma Ling said, "Dad, Mom, is this... is this a mental illness? It's no use going to Han Shang, we should try Old Mrs. Han, right?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Zhao Jun stopped Ma Ling, and then Li Baoyu said from the side, "Brother, sister-in-law, don't panic, I know what's going on."
"What's going on, Baoyu?" Zhao Jun asked, but Li Baoyu countered with, "Brother, do you know that Fan Jin passed the imperial examination?"
After asking this question, seeing Zhao Jun's blank expression, Li Baoyu slightly pursed his lips and said, "Then brother, you probably don't know."
"What the hell? Is it going to get up or not?" Zhao Jun glanced at Li Baoyu and urged, "Hurry up and tell me what to do? What are we going to do with this little guy lying on the ground?"
"Brother, don't worry." Li Baoyu gently patted Zhao Jun's shoulder and comforted him, "Let me tell you the whole story."
"Speak quickly!" Zhao Jun urged. Li Baoyu said, "Fan Jin is a man. He used to take the imperial examinations for decades without success. He was quite old, an old man, and rarely did he step in dog poop, but suddenly he passed. This guy, when he got excited, he went crazy."
At this point, Li Baoyu pointed to Ma Yang, who was lying on the ground chuckling to himself, and said, "Xiao Yang is in the same situation as the other two."
Hearing Li Baoyu's words, Ma Ling hurriedly asked him, "Baoyu, how was that injury cured?"
At this moment, Li Baoyu raised his right hand and held up his index finger, saying, "His father-in-law slapped him hard across the face, and he'd be fine on the spot."
"His father-in-law?" Ma Ling frowned upon hearing this. "Doesn't our Xiao Yang have a father-in-law?"
As soon as Ma Ling finished speaking, Zhao Jun asked, "Would it work if my father-in-law hit him?"
“Of course your father-in-law is useful,” Li Baoyu said. “But at this hour, isn’t your father-in-law at work?”
"What should we do?" Anxious, Ma Ling looked around and finally her gaze fell on Zhao Youcai.
"Dad," Ma Ling called to Zhao Youcai, "Why don't you give Xiao Yang a good whack?"
"Would that be alright?" Upon hearing this, Zhao Youcai quickly took a step back and said, "The child came to my house, would it be appropriate for me to hit him?"
Seeing Zhao Youcai back away, Ma Ling became even more anxious. In her desperation, she grabbed Zhao Jun's arm and said, "Zhao Jun, hit him!"
"Me, hit him?" Zhao Jun was taken aback, then exclaimed dramatically, "How could I bear to hit him? Xiao Yang is like my own brother, how could I bring myself to do it?"
"Ouch!" Ma Ling tugged hard at Zhao Jun's arm and said urgently, "You're not hitting him, you're saving him!"
After saying this, Ma Ling gestured towards Li Baoyu and said to Zhao Jun, "Didn't you hear what Baoyu said? You hit him, and he was saved."
"If I finish fighting, won't my father-in-law and mother-in-law be furious with me?" Zhao Jun said with a troubled expression.
Ma Ling stamped her feet in frustration, her voice rising several decibels: "Go ahead and hit me! I told you to hit me, what are you afraid of? After you're done, I'll go tell Mom and Dad!"
Zhao Jun seemed a little hesitant. He glanced at Ma Yang on the ground, then looked at Ma Ling and said worriedly, "When I leave, you have to tell Mom and Dad, otherwise they'll think something's wrong."
"Alright, I got it." Ma Ling said, grabbing Zhao Jun's arm and pushing him forward, "Hurry up and start hitting him."
"Hit! Hit!" Zhao Jun responded twice, then turned to Zhao Youcai and Li Baoyu and said, "Dad, Baoyu, you two help me lift him up and let him sit down."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Youcai and Li Baoyu did not dare to delay. One of them supported Ma Yang's arm, and the other supported Ma Yang's back. Together they helped Ma Yang sit down on the ground.
“Xiao Yang,” Zhao Jun said with a troubled and heartbroken expression in front of his wife, “Don’t blame your brother-in-law. He did all this to save you.”
After saying this, Zhao Jun suddenly rolled up his sleeves, stared at Ma Yang, and thought to himself, "Good kid, you're finally in my hands. I've been wanting to beat you up for a long time."
That's true. In his previous life, after Zhao Jun returned to his hometown in disgrace, he was often bullied by Ma Yang. At that time, Zhao Jun wanted to beat him up. But by then, Zhao Jun was no match for Ma Yang, so he didn't make a move.
Of course, this wasn't exactly a grudge. Zhao Jun was just taking the opportunity to bully his brother-in-law.
When Ma Ling urged Zhao Jun again, Zhao Jun swung his arm and slapped her hard across the face.
With a sharp "snap," Ma Yang's head snapped to the right, and in that instant, his eyes became clear.
"Ah!" Ma Yang screamed in pain as his left cheek visibly swelled up.
"Who hit me? Who hit me?" Ma Yang shouted, glaring at his burning cheek.
I missed a chapter because I took leave that day. I haven't finished writing it yet, and it'll be quite late. Brothers, go to sleep first, and we'll read it tomorrow morning.
This guy has a pretty bad cold. Brothers, take care to keep warm, don't get sick, and live well.
(End of this chapter)