Everything was going on in an orderly manner according to Qu Lulu's plan. No one would have thought that this beautiful young woman who looked young and virtuous would be a femme fatale, let alone that she would push her husband into the frying pan.
Wen Zhong was very satisfied with the huge compensation he received again, and urged Qu Lulu to arrange the next "accident" quickly.
Qu Luchu's head was already big. To be able to remain unnoticed, he had to comply with the insurance company's large compensation terms. The key was not to kill people, which was not an easy task.
But this kind of "problem" was nothing to Wen Zhong. He rolled his eyes and had an idea:
Such a simple question was made so complicated. Xia Youdao had never been hit by a car before. Let him have a "car accident" next time. Traffic accidents happen every day outside. There is nothing surprising when this kind of thing happens to Xia Youdao.
Sitting up, standing up, and moving vigorously and resolutely have always been Wen Zhong's consistent style. After having a solution, Wen Zhong immediately arranged for Shi Ji to buy a second-hand cheap car, and then modified and decked the car.
When Qu Lulu used a wheelchair to push Xia Youdao, who had just been discharged from the hospital, for a walk on the road near her home, she pretended to go to a convenience store on the roadside to buy a drink, and then parked the wheelchair under the curb. Immediately afterwards, Shi Ji drove his car directly to The wheelchair crashed and flew away. Finally, he stepped on the accelerator and ran away.
Crematoriums have always been located on the fringes of cities, and the surveillance networks in these places are often imperfect. Qu Lulu and Xia Youdao lived outside the crematorium.
The police were unable to obtain surveillance and could only ask witnesses for the license plate number of the car involved in the accident. In the end, they found that it was a counterfeit car, and the investigation was interrupted.
What kind of enemy could a young couple who opened a shop selling incense, candles, and paper money have? The possibility of being revenged by enemies is basically zero.
This traffic accident was quickly treated as an "accident."
Not long after Xia Youdao was discharged from the hospital, on a very calm evening, Qu Lulu asked Xia Youdao to buy a bottle of soy sauce across the street.
Xia Youdao, who had just taken the medicine, was drowsy, but he still cheered up, put on a mask, and went out with his crutches. The burns on his face were extremely shocking and he always wore a mask when he went out.
As he was crossing the road, a speeding car hit him directly.
Afterwards, the police investigation found that the car involved was a stolen vehicle, and the vehicle was stolen within an hour before the traffic accident. In other words, a traffic accident occurred while the car thief was driving the stolen car.
Later, the stolen vehicle was found on a remote mountain road. A stolen car will not attract too much attention from the police, but a car that hits someone is different. If the person hit is still dead, then the car cannot be kept at all. Car thieves leave their cars on mountain roads for this reason.
However, the identity of the car thief eluded the police, and the traffic accident, which was also classified as an "accident," ultimately went unsolved.
In this car accident, Xia Youdao died suddenly due to infection during the rescue process in the hospital. His body was scarred and fragile from the inside out and could no longer withstand a major surgery.
The second traffic accident that happened to Xia Youdao was also caused by Wen Zhong's instruction.
But the final implementer was not Shiji, but the waves. The same "accident" happened twice. If the vehicle involved in the accident was also a fake car, this might arouse police suspicion, so Shiji made fine adjustments in the specific implementation process.
At this time, Hailang had lived with Shi Ji in the mango orchard for several years and had grown up.
According to historical accounts, before being smuggled to China, Lang Lang was actually a "living Lei Feng" in Vietnam, recognized by the villagers as a "good boy" and "other people's children" in the eyes of his peers. This is somewhat unexpected.
Of course, Hailang's image and behavior as a "living thunder front" are limited to "the past".
It is not difficult to see from the experience of the waves that he is an honest man who was driven to a dead end by reality. Once an honest person becomes "blackened", it seems even more terrifying.
After Li Yuzhen abandoned Hailang and disappeared, Hailang grew up eating the village's "hundreds of meals" under the guidance of his grandfather.
When he was 10 years old, his elderly grandfather basically lost the ability to work, and the burden of snacking, drinking and eating fell on Hailang's fragile shoulders.
This young child supported himself and his grandfather by reselling scraps.
Others recycle various waste products at low prices, the lower the price, the better, and then sell them to scrap stations at high prices, the higher the price, the better.
Fortunately for him, not only does his recycling price be higher than others, but he is sometimes even willing to be a waste recycling porter, and actually achieves the same price between recycling and reselling, achieving zero profit.
But Lang Lang believes that many old people in the village have poor legs and feet, and the little money he lowers the price may be their meal money.
He also always believes that the purpose of recycling waste is to fill the stomachs of his grandfather and himself. On the basis of achieving this goal every day, the profit will be "extra". Besides, he himself used to eat at every household in the village, so it was natural for him to think that he was now helping the villagers "run errands and sell scraps."
When he was 12 years old, my grandfather got diabetes and needed to take medicine for a long time, which was a huge expense for Hailang.
So Lang Lang took out all his savings and bought a lot of medicines to keep at home. After entrusting his grandfather to the village chief, he refused the villagers' dissuasion and resolutely ran to the city to find a job carrying a rag bag.
During the job search process, although Lang Lang lied about his age and said he was an adult, no one would believe him unless the recruiter was blind because of his small stature.
Just when Lang Lang thought that he could not gain a foothold in the city because of his age, a foreman at a construction site was perhaps moved by this young but responsible child and expressed his willingness to give him a job opportunity.
As a result, Lang Lang worked wholeheartedly and uncomplainingly on the construction site. Moving bricks, hauling cement, and climbing more than ten meters of scaffolding were all dirty and tiring tasks that his fellow workers despised, but he scrambled to do them.
Although life on the construction site was more tiring than in the village, he calculated that he could earn three years' worth of money here in one year.
This made him feel like he had been given a shot of chicken blood. A huge amount of energy burst out of his small body, like a tireless machine.
Soon, three months passed. The night before his salary was paid, Lang Lang was so excited that he couldn't sleep. He was silently calculating in his mind how long the money he received could buy medicine for his grandfather.
But on the second day, Hailan was dumbfounded. There was only half a month's wages on his desk.
Unsure of the reason, Lang Lang usurped the money and went to the foreman to question him.
Unexpectedly, the foreman scolded him: You are still a newbie and you are not doing your job well. I will withhold the money and pay it to you when you get started.
Hailan believed it, opened his mouth, and said nothing for a long time.
After a while, he lowered his head and actually began to reflect on whether it was his problem. He even thought that even if it was not his problem, maybe the foreman had something to hide and might need the money more than he did, so he temporarily "appropriated" his money. salary.
So Lang Lang, who was kind-hearted and extremely empathetic, put the money in his pocket and decided to wait until the next paycheck.
Lang Lang, who continued to work at the construction site, accidentally discovered that the biggest workers on the construction site, including the foreman, always showed respect to a man with a meaty face, and even stuffed money into the man's helmet.
A co-worker who slept in a work shed with Lang Lang told him that Hengrou Man was a gangster near the construction site. He worked at the construction site in name, but in fact he did nothing all day long, but the foreman had to pay him a sum of money every month.
Lang Lang was very surprised. Is there such a thing as getting something for nothing in this world? Why does the foreman give him money when he doesn't do anything?
The workers said that the foreman didn't want to give him money. He couldn't do it without giving him money. If he didn't give money, workers would be sapped with sacks for no apparent reason when they went out, and some newly built brick walls on the construction site would collapse inexplicably at night. As long as you give money to the evil man, all these bad things will not happen.
Lang Lang thought for a long time before he figured out the subtext behind these logical relationships, but he was even more puzzled: Why didn't the foreman call the police?
Calling the police is useless, the brick wall is collapsing
At that time, no one saw who did it. When the workers were beaten, they didn't know who was doing it. Calling the police will only result in more workers being beaten and more brick walls collapsing.
The foreman is so big, and there are always a few big and rough workers around him. They can catch the tough guy and give him a "teaching".
The worker immediately shook his head like a rattle:
I tried it, but it didn't work. Hengluo Man had more than a dozen "good brothers" who wanted to help him. The foreman once tried to reason with Hengluo Man with his fists, but he was talked to by more than a dozen of Hengluo Man's brothers with their fists. These days, whoever has a strong fist is the right one. The foreman's fist can't be strong enough for them, so they can only act according to their "reasons".
The ignorant Hailang seemed to understand but felt that these nonsense were far away from him.
In a blink of an eye, it’s time to pay wages again.
Fate and society once again swung the whip at the waves and beat him severely.
The foreman drove him away without giving him a penny because the construction site boss found out that Hai Lang was a minor.
Half a year's work was wasted.
The wave that was driven away completely collapsed, and a person hid in the corner and cried for a long time.
Even at this point, Lang Lang still did not blame the foreman, nor did he think there was something wrong with the foreman. Instead, he was deeply reflecting on himself: he should have listened to the villagers' dissuasion and at least waited until he was an adult before coming out to work.
Thinking of this, Lang Lang decided to go home to see his grandpa first and talk about making money later.
But on the way back to the village, he was blinded by reality again.
