Chapter 2

Fat Jin was frightened by Wang Jie's sudden move, but he immediately reacted and scolded: "stare? How dare you stare at me? I give you money to eat shit, and you have to eat it! " Then he raised his palm and greeted Wang Jie in the face!

Unexpectedly, his fat fist was raised high, but it didn't fall down in the end! Because the skinny boy in front of him shot in advance and pressed it on the fat man's wrist!

No one expected that this white hand was as powerful as an iron wrench. The fat man clenched his teeth and cracked his mouth!

"Ouch, you... Dare you fight back? court death! Come on, come on! " The fat man tore his heart and lungs and screamed!

As soon as they heard the master's cry, several men carrying the coffin quickly dropped the coffin carrying bar, stroked their arms, and their net sleeves were about to jump up!

Wang Jie took it lightly. He suddenly raised his foot and kicked the bar to lift the coffin. The two men who threw themselves at the front fell to the ground. They were beaten by the bar and bled in the mouth and nose. Obviously, the bridge of their nose was broken!

"Who moves, who dies!"

Wang Jie looked around darkly for a week. Those men who were still ready to do it immediately counseled and took a step back involuntarily!

The fat man's aching teeth and bones trembled. Now he finally realized that something bad was going on. He quickly changed his mouth and said, "little brother, have something to say, have something to say, you... You let me go first!"

Wang Jie's face was expressionless and different from the previous submissive look. He dragged the fat man's hand as if he were dragging a dead dog. He said coldly, "go and meet your father. I'll ask him how he educated his son!"

Wang Jie said, raised his hand and patted the end of the coffin. With a snap, the lid of the coffin was knocked over

In the whole yard, there were no less than two or three hundred relatives and friends of the Jin family, but no one dared to come forward, because the boy's eyes were too scary! No one knows why, just now the smiling loser suddenly became a "wolf" who wanted to eat people.

As soon as the lid of the coffin was opened, a slight smell came out!

After all, the weather in May and June, three days after the mortuary, the corpse has long been smelly!

Suddenly, the people around him quickly stepped back. According to the legend of Cloud City, corpse gas is harmful to people. No one wants to touch this mildew!

But Wang Jie didn't care. He grabbed the fat man's head and pressed it on the coffin!

The fat man shouted and bowed his head, just facing his father's swollen face, almost eye to eye. He was so scared that his soul almost scattered. His trouser pocket was hot and peed out!

"Tell your father who should carry the flag?" Wang jieleng said!

"I, it's my turn to shoot flags. Dad, it's my turn to shoot flags..."

"Who do you call mean? Who should eat shit? "

"I, I'm cheap, I should eat shit! Little brother, I'm wrong. Give me a break! "

"Excuse me? OK, aren't you rich? Give me these 20000 yuan in front of your father! " Wang Jie smashed the two wads of money into the coffin!

Fat Jin looked at the money that fell on his father's body and cried, "little brother, I'm wrong. Can I not eat..."

"Don't eat!?" Wang robbed his hand with an inch of strength and a creak, and the golden fat man's ring finger and little thumb were broken on the spot!

"Ah... I eat!" The fat man wailed, picked up a handful of money and put it in his mouth!

When jinpang really chewed pieces of paper money into pieces, the flame in Wang Jie's heart went out again. He loosened a pool of fat people like mud, walked over silently, bent down and picked up the broken mobile phone. In a frightened and stunned look, he opened his pickup truck and disappeared in the southern suburbs.

When Wang Jie left, he didn't hear it. The fat man on the ground gnashed his teeth and scolded: "son of a bitch, if I don't kill you, you swear not to be a man!"

When he returned to the old street of dianbeicheng, Wang Jie returned to his usual lazy appearance!

The old street people greeted him with laughter from a distance.

"Yo, the blind young master is back?"

"Where did the blind young master get rich today?"

"Our blind young master is not very energetic today!"

As the neighbors joked, Wang Jieyi smiled!

Wang Jie is not blind. He is not blind. His eyes are bright and bright. He is a typical Danfeng eye with a slightly bad look. He is called a blind young master because of his father! My father is the owner of this ghost shop and Wang Jie's adoptive father - Lai blind!

Lai Yuejin, the real name of Lai blind man, is blind with one eye open. In the early years, he loved to wear a pair of blind glasses as a fortune teller, so he got the name Lai blind man! As for this only ass size store, it is the only property of Lai blind. It has the cheek to call it: the flagship store of Yuncheng international nether ware. What I don't know is that it has transnational business! It is because of this unlucky name that Wang Jie, who followed Lai blind man at the age of five, became a little shopkeeper, that is, the blind young master in other people's mouth!

Enter the store and close the door! Wang Jie silently took out a best chestnut memorial tablet from the shelf, took his father's best Langhao pen, and wrote in old song style: the spirit tablet of Yajun, the first Lin's taru!

Wang Jie put the memorial tablet in the middle of the back hall of the store, respectfully offered a incense stick, remained silent for a long time, and murmured, "go well, you can't see your last side, but don't worry, it won't take long for your son to go back, and all of them will pay a price!" When he said this, Wang Jie's face was as white as paper!

Yes, Lin Yajun is Wang Jie's mother! But Wang Jie hasn't seen her for eight years!

On his 18th birthday, father Lai blind man arranged a good meal and told Wang Jie that there would be important guests tonight! Wang Jie was very excited. Vaguely, he felt that his mother must be coming. But that night, he and the blind Lai waited and waited. Instead of waiting for their mother Lin Yajun, they waited for a group of people in black. Wang Jie's birthday cake was smashed, and Lai blind's shop was smashed.

Wang Jie knows that these people are the minions of the Wang family in Yancheng!

Memories, always with a trace of bitterness!

Just as Wang Jie knelt in front of the memorial tablet and smoked his third cigarette, the door of the outer shop was kicked open with a bang!

Wang Jie wiped the corners of his eyes and twisted off his cigarette butts. As soon as he got out of the back room, his Deluxe "Flying Pigeon" flew into the store. Then, five or six big men with flower arms rushed in!

"What do you mean, brothers? What do you need?" Wang Jie smiled and helped the bike up. He didn't forget to blow the dust on it. He asked politely!

"Shit, bad luck, it's a dead man's shop!" A guy with yellow hair looked around and couldn't help spitting and scolding.

Wang Jie looked at Huang Mao's "beautiful hair" and said with a flattering smile, "what the big brother doesn't know is that although it sells things for the dead, it's not a dead man's shop. It's like a dog with yellow hair. Golden hair can be called golden hair, but local yellow dogs can only be called dog legs! "

Huang Mao didn't seem to notice the meaning of Wang Jie's words, but said coldly, "you are the shopkeeper here. What's your name? Wang Jie? Fat Kim exaggerates and says you can fight well. I thought you were sacred. It turned out that you were a shriveled monkey! "

Wang Jie understands that the fat man who broke his hand is looking for someone to take revenge! It's fast enough

If in the past, Wang Jie must quickly bow down and pay for it. He pretends to be a grandson one by one. But from now on, he has to change his way of life, because he has no more concerns.

"Yes, it's me. What's the matter, big brothers? Does the fat man think my paper tie is good and introduce your business to me?" With a faint smile, Wang Jie simply sat behind the counter, chopping the bamboo bound with paper with a knife, and said carelessly: "dare you ask, are you dead father or dead mother? In such a hurry? It can't be the death of both parents! Did fat Jin tell you that my paper tie is not cheap! "

Hearing this, Huang Mao scolded angrily, raised his hand and threw the three legged Golden Toad on the counter to the ground. He was angry and said to heaven, "what are you pretending to be stupid? To tell you the truth, fat Kim gave us 100000, nothing else, just one leg! "