He Wei's words aroused discussion among ticket sellers.
The circle of ticket sellers is not large. They exchange tickets and exchange news with each other on weekdays. They all know each other.
The old man frowned: "He Wei, Fatty Yu is very kind to you. You must not be ungrateful!"
He Wei curled his lips: "Look what you said, it was thanks to Fatty Yu that I was able to survive. But after so many years, I have made so much money for Fatty Yu, and the kindness I owe has long been repaid, and it is time to It’s time for me, Hewei, to enjoy spicy food.”
The old man spat and said disdainfully: "Today's young people are so incredible that they have completely forgotten the old saying that once they are a teacher, they will always be a father."
He Wei didn't like hearing it anymore. He took a long puff of cigarette and blew out a smoke ring at the old man: "What the hell, the Qing Dynasty has perished, and you are still talking about old principles. Let me tell you, what matters now is that people don't do anything. I will be destroyed by heaven and earth!"
"You, you, break the rules, sooner or later you will cry!" The old man stamped his feet angrily, turned around and walked away.
He felt his mouth was dirty when he talked to such a guy who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors.
...
Although the ticket dealers despised He Wei's character, they didn't say anything more. After all, they didn't want to make enemies.
Just because the fat man feels worthless.
Fatty usually treats these little brothers very well, but he ended up like this.
At this time, there was a sudden sound of heavy footsteps on the dark street.
He Wei was feeling proud and looked at the ticket sellers: "Brother, it's about to open. Don't fight against me, everyone."
The vote dealers despised him even more.
In the past, Fatty Yu rarely stole other people's business when he was in the pigeon market.
When encountering a ticket seller who cannot sell tickets for several days, he will take action to collect the tickets on hand.
Although it is 1 or 2 cents lower than the market price, it can save the day after all.
Some small ticket sellers and their whole families are still counting on the small profit in exchange for food!
If you don't follow the rules, it looks like the ticket circle will be in chaos in the future!
...
In the dimness, the figures are getting closer and closer, and there are five or six people in the shadows! This time it can be considered a fortune.
He Wei was afraid that others would steal his business, so he crouched and rushed over.
"Man, do you want a ticket? I have all kinds of tickets here."
He Wei was looking beautiful, but Fatty Yu grabbed him by the collar: "If you don't want the ticket, how about lending me your life?"
People in the pigeon market all wore cotton masks and couldn't see each other's faces clearly.
But the voice was so familiar that He Wei shouted in his heart that he was done!
He turned around and wanted to run away, but Luan Zi grabbed the cotton-padded jacket.
Although Luan Zi was not strong, she was much stronger than He Wei, a effeminate guy among women, and she immediately pushed him into a corner.
"Damn it, little Luanzi, please be gentle and don't tear my cotton-padded jacket. I bought it from China World Trade Center for seven or eight yuan a piece. You can afford to pay..."
He Weiqiang kept calm and murmured, trying to pretend that nothing happened.
Luan Zi ignored him and carried him to the corner of the alley, where several people surrounded him.
Fatty Yu turned off the flashlight and stepped up into a big bag, only to hear a "pop" sound.
The words in He Wei's mouth became: "Mom!"
"Don't call me mom, even if you call me grandpa, I have to deal with you today!" Fatty Yu reached out and grabbed He Wei's neck, pointed his face with a flashlight, and said viciously: "You dare to blackmail labor and management tickets? Today I will let you know how many eyes Lord Ma has."
He Wei knew that the 'ticket' incident had been exposed, so he could only beg for mercy.
"Fat brother, fat man, brother is wrong, really wrong. I have a sixty-year-old mother and seven or eight children waiting to be raised. I was obsessed for a while. I am not a human being. Please forgive me. Suffer."
I have to say that He Wei's acting skills are very good.
He had runny nose and burst into tears. His miserable appearance made everyone sad when he saw it and shed tears when he heard it.
If Fatty Yu hadn't been reminded by Li Weidong, he might have softened his heart.
Fatty Yu hardened his heart and said coldly: "Kneel down!"
He Wei knelt down on the ground with a 'pop' sound, kowtowing, tears falling down.
He Wei was deeply disturbed by Fatty Yu's abnormal behavior today.
The reason why he dared to rob Fatty's votes and set up a new business was because he was sure that Fatty was a kind-hearted guy.
....
The commotion here also attracted the attention of ticket sellers.
How come He Wei was pushed into a corner when he went to grab business?
Could it be that I met someone who was snatching tickets?
Although He Wei is not a thing, the ticket sellers still feel that they cannot just sit idly by.
If you don't help others today, others won't help you tomorrow.
"Come on, guys, let's go see what's going on?"
The ticket sellers took out daggers and kitchen knives from their waists and groped around the corner. The leader was the old man from before.
He walked into the alley and saw He Wei kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, while a dark figure opposite him was slapping his hands vigorously.
"Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa..."
Listening to the continuous crisp sound, the old man couldn't help but touch his face and felt a pain in his body.
Hiss... If you continue to beat me like this, your face will be beaten into a pig's head? These people are too cruel and go too far!
"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"
He came up to break up the fight at that time, cupping his hands into fists and saying, "Who do you belong to? I'm Ma Er from Liulichang. Give me some face and spare Xiao He's fate."
Fatty Yu's hands were sore after shaking his big dick several times, so he took the opportunity to take a rest.
He turned on the flashlight and shined it on his face: "Second Master Ma, when Fatty Yu disciplines his little brother, do you always want to interfere?"
When Ma Er saw it was Fatty Yu, his expression immediately relaxed and he released his hands from his waist.
"You can't be called a master. This is a new society and there is no such thing as a master." He cupped his hands towards Fatty Yu and said, "Since it's a family matter, I can't take care of it. You're busy."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
The seven or eight ticket sellers behind him also turned their heads and prepared to leave.
This kid He Wei needs to be taught a lesson!
He Wei, whose face was swollen from being slapped, saw that the savior had left again, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Master Ma, please save brother, Fatty Yu is trying to kill me!"
Ma Er stopped and looked at Fatty in confusion.
"Fat man, even if He Wei sets up his own business and sets up another cooking stove, you don't need to be ruthless!"
Fatty Yu originally didn't want his family's ugliness to be publicized, but he couldn't really take advantage of it. After all, it was not the old society anymore.
He rolled his eyes and had an idea.
He walked quickly towards the ticket sellers, and after spreading out a circle of cigarettes, he lit one himself, took a deep breath, and sighed: "Brothers, you don't know something. He Wei is not as simple as setting up a new stove. A while ago, I I entrusted him to deliver a batch of coupons to an old customer, but this guy got a bad idea and cheated on me halfway."
"...Hey, there is still this matter." Ma Er's expression suddenly became serious when he heard this, "This is deceiving the master and destroying the ancestor!"
All the ticket sellers had heard that Fatty Yu had suffered a big loss, but they didn't know the inside story, and they started talking about it.
"I told you, Fatty, that you were being collected for debt a few days ago. It's because of this kid that you're in trouble!"
"He should be killed. Such an ungrateful person should be cut into pieces by a thousand swords!"
"That is, we must not deal with He Wei in the future."
"He even dares to attack Fatty Yu, who has the grace to save his life. What else can he not do?"
....
He Wei, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
The ticket seller needs to collect and sell tickets, and he also has to guard against street washers. Without the help of his friends, his path is cut off.
Fatty Yu wanted to ruin He Wei's reputation so that he would not be able to survive in the Beijing ticket sales circle.
He turned around and smiled at He Wei, "A person like you who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors still wants to join the circle, but there is no way."
He looked at Pengzi who was eager to try: "Come on, let this guy see your shit!"
Pengzi was already gearing up nearby, and rushed over with a dung fork in his hand: "Stick you turtle grandson to death!"
The dim light reflected on the dung fork and reflected into He Wei's eyes. His penis contracted violently, and his sphincter expanded instantly.
....
Half an hour later, He Wei's buttocks were escorted by Fatty Yu to the place where the tickets were hidden.
It was a small farmhouse on the outskirts of the city.
The stolen tickets were dug out of the little widow's warm quilt.
Of the six hundred yuan worth of tickets, He Wei had wasted less than two hundred yuan.
Yu Erpang put the ticket in his arms: "He Wei, I'm going to spare your life. You get out of the city quickly. If I meet you again in Sijiu City, don't blame me for not being a disciple."
He Wei knew that he could not survive in the capital, and he was afraid of Pengzi's dung fork.
He Wei comforted the little widow with his mouth, and after the little widow fell asleep contentedly, he quietly got dressed.
He tiptoed to the courtyard, took away the little widow's black donkey, and fled the capital overnight to seek refuge with relatives in Jincheng.
Looking back at the huge city behind him, He Wei secretly vowed that one day, he would come back.
Before he could even think about it, a voice came from behind him, "I'll kill you, you turtle grandson."
He Wei turned pale with fright and quickly slapped the donkey's butt.
One person and one donkey disappeared into the darkness.
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