C11 Both Sides Are at a Loss

Chapter X Both sides are in an uproar

A few seconds later, with the intuition of many years of driving, Liu said, "We hit a car. We must have hit a car outside."

A car crash? Why did he cause such a commotion by bumping into a car?

Liu Dawn, Black Face and the others ran out of the mahjong hall, while Boss He, Zhou Fangfang and the others followed to see what was happening outside.

A small black car was parked across the road.

In the sky above the door, fine dust was dancing in the light of the street lamps like tiny worms, forming a cloud of fog. Many of the cars parked in front of the door were covered with concrete blocks. Some were the size of eggs, some were the size of apricot cores.

Liu Dawn, the black-faced man, and a few others walked quickly to the front of the car. They saw the driver's head submerged in a balloon, and didn't know if he was alive or dead.

There was a telephone pole on the side of the road, supported by an old concrete pole.

Just now, the speeding car was like a butcher holding a boning knife in a boning rack. In the blink of an eye, all that was left of the supporting rod was a steel skeleton. Due to the connection between the top of the two poles, the steel skeleton was swaying in the air... On the ground, a large piece of rock and sand explained something to the soul-stirring scene from a moment ago.

The car bounced back seven or eight meters after violently crashing into the telephone pole support. It lay in the middle of the road like a wild horse that had just escaped from its gallop and was firmly caught by the pole.

Luckily, it was already midnight. If it was daytime, the consequences would be unimaginable. This was the bus stop where the passengers were waiting for the bus.

The door of the car was a little out of shape, and it took them a lot of effort to open it. Liu Dawn pushed the pilot's shoulder with his hand and said, "Hey, hey, wake up, wake up."

After a few seconds, the pilot slowly pulled his head out of the gasbag and let out an "oh" from his mouth. The word "oh" was enveloped by the pungent smell of alcohol.

Okay, luckily he was still alive. The airbag dragged him back from hell to hell.

Out of the corner of his eye, Liu saw the car stop at 160 knots. He looked down the ramp again and wondered how the kid could have driven so fast.

The driver finally got out of the car, trembling, and stood in front of the door in a daze.

"Driving while drunk? "Call the police!" The black face's tone was very hard.

"Ah, big brother, I don't dare …" I dare not. "Please!" The pilot stammered, his voice full of tears.

The two of them supported him into the mahjong hall.

This young man, about thirty years old, stood unsteadily in the middle of the floor. He struggled to open his eyes wide, and doubtfully asked, "Big brothers and big sisters, this... "What is this place?" As he spoke, he looked around.

"This is the traffic police!" The dark face glared at him, bluffing.

"Oh?!" "The young man was shocked, and his legs trembled even more." "Ah, man, spare me this once!" he begged.

People found that the young man's hands were oozing blood. He reckoned that he had been cut by something in the driver's seat.

At this time, Zhou Fangfang moved a chair over from the mahjong table for him to sit on.

The young man looked at the chair, nodded towards Zhou Fang, and sat down shakily on one hand, then looked around again. Only now did he clearly see that there were many mahjong tables and chairs here … After staring blankly for a while, he came to his senses and asked, "Big brother, big sister, here..." Yes... Is it the mahjong hall? "

Only when he saw Boss He nod his head did he feel a little more confident.

"..."

At the mahjong hall, the black-faced young men were making a ruckus as they drove while drinking.

As for the skinny monkey spirit, if he didn't say anything, his wife would naturally cause a ruckus. From the time of his return home until now, he had been standing at the door like a son of a b * tch.

After the skinny monkey showed off his manly demeanor in the mahjong hall, under the gazes of his playmates, he walked out of the mahjong hall with sonorous steps with his head held high.

After a few steps outside the building, the wind blew. His mind cleared up a bit, and he immediately became terrified. He knew he could eat a few bowls of dry rice at home. That glare from the slapping table disappeared without a trace as he muttered to himself, "What the hell did I do just now? How am I going to pay the bill when I return home? How am I going to survive tonight?" He had long experienced how powerful the teacher was, what kind of a mother yaksha she was, and how she got that hateful occupational disease. When he reached his house, he took out his key, let out a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then opened the door.

Entering the door, the skinny monkey saw Li Yiying and her daughter sitting at the dining table eating. He quickly took out 300 yuan from his pocket, and with a big smile on his face, he started to boast about his achievements: "Hehe, you guys have dinner? Today... "Today's luck is quite good. He won 360 yuan." As he spoke, he put three large pink notes on the table, pressed them with his fingers, and pushed them along the smooth surface in the direction of Li Qiuying. Actually, he had lost quite a bit today, but he didn't dare to say it out loud for fear of adding fuel to the fire.

"Move aside!" Li Yingying gave the order without even raising her head.

The skinny monkey watched his wife and saw that she did not look at the money he had left on the table. If his wife hadn't seen it, this wouldn't have been easy. His heart began to falter, and he walked obediently to the door. The old place, he understood. Standing where he should stand, one hand constantly rubbing the other, waiting for his wife's hair to fall off in fear and trepidation.

After waiting for a while, Li Qiuying finished eating, placed the bowl on the table, glanced at the skinny monkey spirit standing at the door, and said calmly: "Hey! Son of a bitch, I thought of going home now, huh? In the afternoon at the mahjong hall, look at your appearance, eating people! And he even used a sign to smash him! Damn it, he had hit the boss so hard — he had almost blinded him. "You're amazing!" Li Qiuying walked towards the door as she spoke.

When he saw his wife walking over with her slippers on, the skinny monkey's heartbeat quickened. He leaned against the wall and leaned his head back as far as he could, afraid that the tigress would slap him with her palm and review his "Five Fingers Technique" on his face. Fortunately, for the time being, Teacher Li did not seem to be that interested. He did not bend down to pick up one of the slippers from beneath his feet to spar with him … He took a deep breath and felt more at ease. Lowering his head, he did not utter a sound. He pricked up his ears and listened to the teacher's lecture.

"Hmm? You even used a sign to smash him? "Here, take this —" Li Qiuying's voice gradually grew louder as she turned around and walked into the kitchen. She picked up a kitchen knife from the chopping board and returned. She weighed the kitchen knife in her hand. "The blade reflected the cold light of the ceiling chandelier, shining brightly." Come on, take this, take this sharp! "

The skinny monkey noticed that Teacher Li's eyes were like awls, glaring at him. At this moment, he did not have the courage to meet his teacher's eyes. He only looked at the kitchen knife in front of him and moved his body backwards. However, the wall behind him silently rejected him.

"You have the ability? If you have the ability, then use this blade to kill your mother! " Li Qiuying's voice suddenly rose by several tens of decibels.

The skinny monkey's body instinctively shook. His snot ran and he hid on the T-shirt in front of his chest. He reached out to wipe it, but the grease was slippery.

"Look at you, you're so nauseous with your mucus running all over your body. Hm? And you still play cards? Say, if you don't play cards for a day, will you die? Hm? Say it! "

The skinny monkey's lips moved, but no sound came out.

Her twelve-year-old daughter was standing aside. She saw her mother like a roaring lion, and her father was a trembling lamb with an illness. In the boxing ring, they weren't on the same level at all. Her daughter rushed over and grabbed the kitchen knife in her mother's hand with both hands. She stared at her mother and begged, "Mom, what are you doing? "My father is still sick.

"What for? Look at him, look at him — ah — what is he like? Sick and playing mahjong? "You, you haven't seen him in the afternoon like that, fierce and evil, scaring people to death!"

Her daughter looked at her father but didn't say anything. She took the kitchen knife and placed it on the kitchen counter.

The skinny monkey's eyes followed his daughter.

"Stand still!" What are you looking at? "Just stand here and think about it!" the teacher shouted.

When the skinny monkey heard the order, he immediately straightened his body on the spot and sucked out a snot and water from his nose.

Li Qiuying's hand moved in a rhythmic motion in front of his nose. "Stand here and think carefully. When you've decided. When we're ready." After throwing down these words, the teacher went to the back room. In front of the students, what the teachers said made sense.

The skinny monkey stood by the door for a while, feeling a little cold. His nostrils were blocked by something and he couldn't breathe. In the other nostril, there seemed to be a trickle of clear liquid flowing out again. He said to his daughter, "Lily, bring some toilet paper."

Lily, the daughter, took a piece of toilet paper from the table and handed it to him.

He took the toilet paper and wiped the snot from his lips. He glanced into the room, sighed, and then threw the wet toilet paper into the trash can not far ahead. The ball of paper did not fall into the bucket.

Lily went to pick up the ball of paper and put it in the bucket, then went to the back room.

The skinny monkey was standing by the door, attentively listening to the mother and daughter conversation in the room.

Her daughter pleaded for her father, "Mom, dad still has a cold. "You made him stand at the doorway and look at the cool water. Look at his snot, how pitiful …"

Hearing these words, the skinny monkey spirit felt warm. A small cotton-padded jacket was a small cotton-padded jacket, with a father in the heart.

As soon as he felt the warmth, a bucket of water was poured over his head.

"Hmph, there must be something to hate about poor people. He got what he deserved... What does it look like? " Li Qiuying's voice. She was a language teacher at the Fifth National Male Middle School. Sometimes, she would inadvertently bring back the occupational disease that was normally applied to students and use it at home.

"Bears!" Ever since he married you, he must marry a mother yaksha. "— Of course, he did not dare to utter those words now, and could only silently curse in his heart. He pricked up his ears and listened to their conversation, begging for his wife's forgiveness. If he spoke earlier, he would be able to sit or lie down for a while. However, he couldn't say it now. Tired? He could still play cards when he was tired? If his teacher asked such a question in return, he wouldn't be able to explain himself. He patiently waited, gritting his teeth as he persevered. A trickle of clear Lingling liquid was brewing in his nostrils. It was about to be born … However, the language teacher's heart seemed very hard, like granite, without any signs of pity.

F * ck him, just bear with it. Fortunately, tonight, Mother Yaksha did not slap me, enough for me to secretly laugh. he thought. But then again, the skinny monkey was indeed afraid of his wife. His father was originally the mayor of the city's labor bureau, so he had a strong family background. His teacher usually beat him. This afternoon, the skinny monkey spirit mustered up the courage and nerves in the mahjong.

Acting cool was a sign of vanity. If you acted cowardly, you would have to hide your claws for the time being. When it was time to act tough, it would act tough. When it was time to act cowardly, it would act cowardly. Normally, when there was nothing to do, he would pretend even more.

"What's your name? Where do you live?" Liu Dawn asked gently.

"I... My name is Tian Xianping. I live here. Just now, wow … I just had a drink with a friend and got a call. My brother called to say that... There's something I need to see you about. "En, I drank quite a bit, driving up the hill and stepping on the gas pedal …" and fell asleep. "

Oh, no wonder. Liu Dawn thought.

"What's your brother's name?"

"Tian Ping."

"Hmm? Tian Ping? Is it the one who works at the Bureau? " the dark face asked.

"Yes, yes."

Hearing this, the dark faced man walked up to the young man and carefully sized him up. As he continued reading, his black face froze for a moment. Huh? This looks... He really did look a bit like Director Tian. So he said in a softer tone, "Oh — well, let's call the police, and we won't have to report it, but we'll have to pay for our losses, won't we?"

When Tian Xianping heard that they were not going to call the police, he immediately felt much more relaxed and quickly nodded his head, "Okay, okay. I'll give it a try. "

"Alright, let's go out and check the situation."

"Alright."

As soon as he stepped out of the door, Tian Xianping felt something was wrong with his chest. Something was trying to pop out of his throat, so he quickly lowered his head to the side. "Wahhh!"

A strong smell of alcohol filled the air.

The sticky, dirty water splashed onto the legs of other people's pants. Everyone quickly covered their noses and stepped forward to avoid the attack.

Many small cars had their roof and sides smashed by the flying stones, leaving countless small holes.

A piece of glass from the black-faced car was smashed by a stone.

They circled the car a few times and checked its condition.

Tian Xianping cupped his fists in front of his chest and said, "My dear brothers, I would like to invite you in." I've troubled you. Tomorrow at around 3 PM, I promise... I promise... You must send the money to the mahjong. " After saying that, he took out his cigarette while trembling. His elder brother quickly gave each of them to the smoker.

Tian Xianping took out his phone to call someone and begged them to come over to the trailer.

"..."

When he returned to the mahjong hall, his dark expression no longer contained his previous excitement. He looked out of the window and sat down on a chair, afraid that Tian Xianping would hear him. He lowered his voice and said, "Damn, this palm-sized White Horse City is full of people I know. I thought that I lost quite a bit today, and that I just lost some jade bracelets and met this unlucky bastard. Who would have thought that this guy was actually Director Tian's little brother? "Look at this …" After saying that, he shook his hands dejectedly towards the ground.

"Forget it, dark face. Director Tian couldn't help but come here to play. All of them were familiar with each other. "If there's anything in the future, let's ask someone else for help. We also have something to say." Looking at the dark expression of disappointment on his face, Liu Dawn advised.

The black-faced man stood up and looked out the window. Seeing that Tian Xianping was still talking on the phone under the street light, he did not say anything and nodded helplessly.

Liu Dawn looked at his watch, "Here, finish that pot. It's still early."

"Come, let's play again." At this moment, the dark face was a little unconvinced, "I want to see for myself how much I lost today." Then, with a hoarse voice, he sang a line from "The Sailor": "What does he mean by this little pain in the wind and rain, do not ask why..."

"Hahaha …"

When the cards players heard the black face, hoarse throat, and hoarse throat crying, they all laughed.

"His spirit is commendable, the undefeatable Wu Qiuhua!" Niu Niu sighed.

The mahjong hall once again rang with the crackling of cards.

The stars in the sky blinked, showing signs of exhaustion.

The night wind of early autumn blew over, washing away the dry heat of the day. The persimmon trees on both sides of the road rustled.

A shadow suddenly appeared behind a persimmon tree not far away. The dark figure raced to the front of a Mazda, bent down, and stabbed the rear tires twice with something.

Inside the mahjong hall, the battle was in full swing.

This mahjong thing was a sentimental black hole. Its attraction was indescribable. Other than playing dirty, most people would find it difficult to control it, so they would let it lead them by the nose.

In the afternoon, the dark face took out 5000 yuan from the ATM machine in a bank across from the mahjong. Who knew that after so many defeats, not only did he lose 5,000 yuan in cash, he also lost 6,800 yuan in jade bracelets. He looked at his watch. He didn't want to go outside again, so he used his money to pay off the money he owed. He took out his cell phone and gave each of them 220 yuan. Zhou Fangfang got 380 yuan, Niu Niu got 240 yuan and Taichi got 160 yuan.

While Black-faced was busy using his cell phone, the long-awaited flute came upstairs.

"Hey, it's so late and you're still coming?" Liu Dawn asked.

"I just came back from a show and was thinking about whether there was anyone in the mahjong hall or not. "Come over and take a look. The lights are still on." Seeing that the dark face was using his cell phone to pay the debt, he smiled and said, "Time is running out, I don't even need to pay in cash anymore."

"Well, Americans sleep in the United States. Today, they were able to beat him up to the point where he was unable to take care of himself. "After a while, 6000 yuan became a meat bun and beat up one male, two female, three dogs. There's still more …" The dark-faced man pointed at the other three with a grin.

"Sigh, a loss is a loss. You can't curse, you can't lose money." Niu Niu said.

"What's wrong? Losing money and not letting people complain? Ball! What kind of world was this? "Your judgment, a white horse business card." The dark-faced man turned to look at the flute.

Li Di, 45, is a famous rock singer in Baima City. He had long hair, sometimes falling over his shoulders, sometimes falling in a ponytail. He was also a regular guest at the Maharet, but he often went abroad to perform, and his friends called him the "white horse card". At this moment, Li Di saw that the black-faced man was asking him for help, so he gave him a favor, "He lost. Speak a little grumble. I can understand his mood.

"Look, look. The white horse card is very reasonable. How can you guys just accept money and not people? "

A few people laughed embarrassedly.

"Hey, don't talk about this anymore. Just now, when I was driving over, I saw a man walking hurriedly past the car. He was sneaking around. You'd better go down and see what's going on. You don't want to lose the things in the car? " The moment Li Di Di Di said this, Liu Dawn, Black Face and Fang Fang became a little flustered. They had all come by car.

Outside, the glass windows of the cars were still intact. Some of them even pulled on their own doors. Just as they were about to return to the mahjong hall, they heard the dark face of the man cursing loudly from behind his car. F * ck! "Who did it?"

When people heard the shocked look on the black-faced man's face, they came over to take a look. It turned out that the two rear tires of the black-faced man's car were flat.

The black-faced man paced back and forth in front of the carriage and scolded: "What's going on today? Losing money, a broken jade bracelet, broken glass and broken tires... F * ck your ancestors! "

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