Chapter 241 Borrowing the wind to steer the ship
Yan Dongqing never imagined that an ordinary young man lying next to Yue Heng's wheelchair, howling like a wild boar, could bear such a beating!
Fu Qingzhou protected Yue Heng and used his back to bear the fists and kicks of these dandy boys.
However, it really doesn’t hurt...
With his current skills, even if he finds a master of the fifth level of martial arts to beat him, under normal circumstances, he will not be able to break his defense without using weapons. , it is considered powerful if it can make his skin red and swollen.
And this group of young men who are careless in their steps and whose bodies have been drained by wine and sex...
Fu Qingzhou really wants to say that even when it comes to massaging and back-beating, they are not as lazy as you.
But this is not the case in the eyes of outsiders.
People around saw these young masters suddenly rushing up, then rushing towards them and beating them, but the good brother of Yue Shusheng blocked the attack with himself...
Then there was The young man was beating like crazy, and the one who was beaten kept screaming, and it was so miserable that it was so miserable!
Those young men who beat him until their hands hurt and were tired, even picked up wooden chairs and stones on the side of the road and threw them at Fu Qingzhou.
At this time, the passers-by who originally didn’t dare to mess with them couldn’t stand it anymore.
"Hey... Young Masters, if you keep beating like this, you will kill someone?"
An old man said in a trembling voice: "It's almost okay..."
This sound immediately attracted a dandy boy.
The young man was sweating profusely from beating the man and had just broken a wooden plank. When he heard someone calling him to stop, he immediately turned his head and gave the old man a fierce look.
"Why is it almost done?"
The young man rolled up his sleeves and held half a wooden board in his hand. He strode towards the old man and said fiercely: "You want to speak for him? Right? ”
The old man backed away in shock, and the crowd around him was also in an uproar.
Just when the young master raised the wooden board, Tang Jiao hid in the crowd. With a flick of her finger, an invisible sword energy popped out from her fingers and hit the wooden board.
In an instant, the already fragile and broken wooden board exploded, splattering the young man's face with sawdust.
“Oh!”
The young master exclaimed and fell to the ground with a plop.
Yan Dongqing and other dandies were shocked. I don’t know which young man turned his head and cursed: "Damn it, you idiots still dare to hit our people?!"
With At the same time, Tang Jiao pinched her throat and shouted: "Hitting people! Beating people! The dandy boy is beating people!"
Chaos...that's how it started.
For a time, the young master’s enemies were not only Yue Heng and Fu Qingzhou, but also the onlookers around them.
The onlookers were already dissatisfied with the actions of these young men. Just now they saw the old man almost being beaten. The simple moral values in people’s bones have taken effect. In addition, they saw these young men coming to kill them in a menacing manner... …
“Damn, what’s so great about you guys!”
In the crowd, the people who were watching the excitement couldn’t bear it anymore, and the curses started like waves!
"You don't bully people like this!"
"A group of second-generation ancestors have the ability to go to the north to fight the northern barbarians!"
Yan Dongqing and others have never seen this formation before. On weekdays, When the people in Hengfeng City saw them all taking a detour, they couldn't help but blush, and cursed back rudely.
“You are a bunch of mud-legged people, you are rebelling, right?”
“Look for death! You want to be slapped, don’t you!”
"You fucking dance again? If you dance again, I'll sell all your wives and daughters to brothels!"
Spits and curses were flying everywhere, people on both sides were blushing, and their fists waving in the air were like sharp knives, and they wanted to be beaten hard. Stab the enemy in the throat.
A chaotic war is about to break out!
At this moment, there was a dense and heavy footsteps on the street.
"Stop it!"
Just hearing a loud shout, a group of tall and burly servants who were obviously not weak in spiritual practice rushed into the crowd and forcibly separated the crowd. Then a young man in rich clothes and a handsome and gloomy face strode into the crowd, escorted by the servants. Came over.
"Brother Jun!"
When Yan Dongqing saw this man, he was immediately overjoyed and hurriedly greeted him: "You don't know, these bastards..."
He Before he finished speaking, the young master Lan Hongjun suddenly raised his hand and slapped Yan Dongqing hard on the face!
The slap was so severe that the snap could be heard at least half the street. Yan Dongqing was knocked off his feet from the ground and fell heavily, falling into the crowd. Everyone was stunned for a moment. Whether it was the group of dandies or the people around them, everyone stood there with their eyes wide open, and the air seemed to freeze.
After a long while, Yan Dongqing reacted and slowly got up from the ground. His face was swollen, and his eyes were full of disbelief. He said in horror: "Brother Jun? Why, why..."
“What a shame!”
Lan Hongjun gritted his teeth and said, “Don’t say you know me from now on!”
As he said that, he turned his head and looked at the calligraphy and painting stall.
Beside the calligraphy and painting stall, Yue Heng had cried until his voice became hoarse, but he was still howling.
Fu Qingzhou was still protecting Yue Heng, pretending to be beaten half to death. He did not turn around, but slightly raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.
Why did Lan Hongjun appear here so early in the morning?
Why did he give Yan Dongqing a hard fight when he came up?
The answer is simple - the place where Fu Qingzhou chose to let Yue Heng set up his stall, the bank across the street, is one of the Lan family's largest properties here.
When going out to cause trouble, the choice of address is very important.
Fu Qingzhou has already inquired about it clearly - there is no need to go to the Nebula Chamber of Commerce or Qianfang Baixiao Tower to understand this. He can basically understand it by visiting a few restaurants and listening to people bragging. It's almost as close as ten.
Although Lan Junhong's father, Lan Wanxiong, is only a branch of the Lan family in Xishan, he is the real richest man in Hengfeng City.
Not only do they have a big business, but because they are backed by the Lan family, they also have countless subtle relationships with local government and officials.
Such characters already need more than just wealth, but also fame, status, and power...
And face.
Face is very important.
Now someone is crying and yelling across the street from your shop, saying that you bullied him. This is almost the same as smashing your sign. The trouble is that the other person looks more pitiful and reasonable.
What’s even more troublesome is that more and more people are watching, and the news is getting bigger and bigger...
Long before Yan Dongqing and the others appeared, the news had already reached Lanwan In Xiong's ears, Lan Wanxiong, who had just gotten up, kicked open the door of his son's bedroom without saying a word, and went up to have a big fight.
Lan Hongjun was beaten until his eyes were full of stars and his face was confused. After a while, he realized that it was his younger brother who had quietly caused trouble for him.
So without saying a word, he led a group of servants and came over to kill him.
What I saw now was Yan Dongqing and the others shouting and scolding a group of people on the street. Yue Heng and an unknown person at the calligraphy and painting stall looked beaten. It's almost gone.
Face...face is very important.
Yan Dongqing and other young men are now running rampant outside under the banner of Mr. Lan.
You said you usually bully someone, and it doesn't matter if nothing happens.
When trouble occurs, you have to settle it.
This was not settled, and he and others staged a scene of scolding each other on the street. That was really... so shameless.
You are looking for opponents, some more powerful opponents?
Although Yue Heng offended me, Mr. Lan, at the poetry meeting, wouldn’t it be the end of the world just by driving him away? You can actually let people come to your doorstep?
That's all. Now a poor scholar and a bunch of idiots can actually make you lose face on the street? And...you actually seem to have been beaten?
Where are you going to put my Mr. Lan’s face?
So Lan Hongjun didn’t even think about it. The first thing he did was to hand over the big cock that his father had given him to Yan Dongqing without any ceremony!
"Yue Heng, right?"
Lan Hongjun took a few deep breaths, managed to calm down, turned his eyes to Yue Heng, and said loudly and deliberately: "I remember you, from the poetry meeting Talented man - I never said I wanted to exclude you, it’s this group of people..."
He glared at the dandies around him, making the young men back away in fear.
“...It’s these bastards who misunderstood what I meant!”
Lan Hongjun pursed his lips, turned around and said word by word to the servant beside him: “Come here, please I bought all of Yue Shusheng’s calligraphy and paintings, gave him a carriage, a bag of medicine, and fifty taels of silver, so I sent him out of the city.”
Yue Heng was still crying, Fu Qingzhou was lying down! Beside him, he said softly: "Okay, your sister Chu Chu... I forgive you."
(End of this chapter)