Huang Shengrong still kept his words and said with a smile: "Okay...Fang Zhengyi, just wait for me. Do you dare to touch a hair on my head? I am..."
Before he could finish his words, Fang Zheng slapped him twice in the mouth, shutting him up in time, and then glanced at Li Yansong and the others.
From Huang Shengrong's tone, it seems that there is a backstage.
The person who dared to kill me with confidence must have a high status. The relationship in the court was complicated, and it was not certain whether these three were enemies or friends.
Huang Shengrong must be taken back and interrogated slowly...
Huang Shengrong spat out a mouthful of blood and smiled ferociously: "Well done! Well done!"
"Remember today's humiliation, and I will repay you twice as much!"
Li Yansong and the other three stood aside and sneered, return it? Will you still be alive tomorrow? Things that don’t know how to die!
"Fang Zhengyi, I remember there is a little girl beside you... You must have had enough fun, why don't you let Mr. Huang and I play too!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Biao and Fang Zheng both cast murderous glances at him.
Li Yuanzhao sighed and shook his head. This man was really afraid that he would die comfortably...
He had also stayed in the Fang Mansion for a while, and he had already seen Xiao Tao's status. She was nominally Fang Zhengyi's maid, but in reality she was the mistress of the Fang Mansion.
Everyone respected her, Fang Zheng never said a harsh word, and Xiao Tao even arranged most of his life.
His status is evident. Now this guy has obviously moved his scales, and he just wanted to kill Lao Fang...
Zhang Biao said in a deep voice: "Young Master, do you want to kill me or not?"
"do not kill."
Huang Shengrong laughed wildly when he heard this: "Fang Zhengyi, you are a coward. I thought you..."
Before he finished speaking, Fang Zheng grabbed Huang Shengrong's hair and slammed his head to the ground, once, twice, three times...
The sound of "dong dong dong" resounded throughout the house....
Huang Shengrong raised his head again, his face was already covered with blood, his eyes were filled with stars, and his consciousness was already on the verge of blurring.
He was mumbling something unknown, it was probably his patron or something, but he couldn't hear it clearly.
Then Fang Zheng put his hand into Zhang Biao's arms and pulled out a flying knife.
Huang Shengrong's right ear was cut off neatly.
"Ah!!!" Huang Shengrong suddenly became energetic and screamed. If he hadn't been restrained, he would have rolled over.
Before he could finish shouting, the sharp blade had already reached his eye socket.
Huang Shengrong did not dare to scream anymore and looked at Fang Zhengyi tremblingly.
Fang Zheng had a cold expression on his face and said calmly: "Put your ears in your mouth."
A stinging pain came from his eye sockets. Huang Shengrong bent down in humiliation and picked up his ears.
"Eat it."
The sound of crunching bones slowly sounded in everyone's ears.
"Aren't you awesome? Do you still want to talk?"
Huang Shengrong fell into a great panic. He remained silent and shook his head wildly with a look of pain on his face.
Seeing this scene, everyone except Zhang Biao felt chills all over their bodies...Such a ruthless method was indeed the legendary murder of people with vicious hands.
Especially the three old men, all civil servants, had never seen such a barbaric thing before, and their legs felt faintly trembling.
Fang Zheng turned around to face the frightened gang members and said with a smile: "Brothers! Look, this is your gang leader. Can you succeed by following such a person?"
"Let me ask you, how much money can you make if you work for him for a month? That's right, it's you, the one who just picked up the money secretly, you, don't hide, I've been watching you for a long time!"
The gangster who stole the money laughed and said, "It's probably less than three dollars a month..."
Fang Zhengyi was a little surprised. He didn't expect Huang Shengrong to offer such money. In fact, the offer was not too small. In principle, his annual salary was only forty-five taels. It was only because of his poor financial management over the years that he started to spend lavishly.
However, after hearing this, Fang Zhengyi still said with regret on his face: "Only three yuan!? What is this money enough for? How many children do you have, have you taken any concubines? How many times can you go to a brothel in a month?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, do you know how much money Huang Shengrong can make in a year?"
Everyone looked over curiously. They were really curious about this question.
Who doesn’t want to know how much the big boss earns in a year?
"Let me tell you, he can earn two hundred thousand taels a year! Bottom line!"
"Oh my God!" All the gang members were shocked, Wan Na! That’s ten thousand! , how much is two hundred thousand taels! Not allowed to fill the entire room?
Li Yansong and the other three were also shocked. How could they make money by digging out feces?
Huang Shengrong looked horrified and explained in a panic: "No!! There really aren't that many, brothers, don't believe him!"
Even if he works hard, he won't make ten thousand taels a year. This bastard Fang Zhengyi is just sowing discord!
Of course, Fangzheng Yiblind √8 said the number, and no one knows what it is anyway.
Fang Zheng didn't care about his explanation. He sneered and took out a stack of banknotes from his arms: "Brothers! Brothers! Look, this is the amount of money I make in a month in Banshanfang. It's not as much as Gang Leader Huang." , but there is always one thousand eight hundred taels!”
"He makes so much money a year, but he only shares a little with you, and he doesn't even have the money to go to a brothel! Think about it, he hugs ten women every day, and you can only hug the yellow-faced woman when you go home. , are you willing?!"
"We are all human beings, why can he hug ten of them? I won't agree!"
A group of gangsters had begun to involuntarily fantasize about the beauty of going to a brothel and hugging ten different girls, but then they thought of the yellow-faced woman at home, and their faces dropped.
Yes! I don’t agree either? Why?
Huang Shengrong was about to cry and sobbed: "I didn't hug him. I really didn't hug him. Brothers, don't listen to his nonsense!"
I want to hug you, but I don’t have the energy...
Li Yansong and the others couldn't help but cast contemptuous glances at them. It turned out that this kid was talking nonsense and they were almost fooled...
"Brothers! The harder you work, the more girls he will hug, but what about your wages? How many years does it take to increase?"
"You are all miserable people digging in the cesspit! Let me tell you one more thing. I have seen Gang Leader Huang eat dumplings filled with mutton stuffed with sugar when he wakes up!"
"Then they use golden excrement spoons! What about you? Can you guarantee that there is meat in every meal?"
Many people began to look at him with hatred.
yes! If I had 200,000 taels, I would make mutton dumplings stuffed with sugar and use a golden manure spoon to scoop out manure. Wouldn’t that be awesome?
Unfortunately, now we can only use wooden stool spoons...
Eating mutton dumplings with sugar in the morning, using a golden manure spoon to scoop out excrement, and hugging ten women at night, this is so excessive!
Fang Zhengyi knew very well what these people were thinking. They dealt with poor people every day, and the members of the Shit Gang and the Beggar Gang were the bottom among the bottom.
Ancient times were no better than modern times. The flow of information between classes was almost separated by a mountain. The two could not see the world in which the other lived. It could be said that they lived in two worlds.
Human beings cannot imagine something that does not exist in this world.
The poor can only use their meager knowledge and information to combine and fantasize.
What can a poor person think of? It's just that rich people can eat sugar and honey every day, eat a lot of fish and meat, and don't even dare to think about beef.
There are also emperors who use golden hoes to cultivate the land... This kind of thing is definitely not an exaggeration.
Even in modern times when the flow of information and knowledge is extremely abundant, such frogs in the well are still everywhere.
"Brothers, don't worry, I'm not finished yet!"
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