dhibooks Chapter 14 Movie Emperor
Chapter 14 Movie Emperor
"Oh, fifth grade." The little boss came over and put his hands on his shoulders "kindly", "The family conditions are good, isn't it?"
When the little boss and Fang Zhimo had a friendly talk, the ponyboys gathered around one after another, all eager to fight, staring covetously, and they seemed to have bad intentions at first sight.
Fang Zhimo clicked his tongue in his heart, but on the surface he put on a very cooperative look of fear: "Brother, I have some money in my schoolbag. If you want it, just take it."
Hearing this cowardly and generous tone, the bastard leader was even more sure that this must be a fat sheep.
He put away his smile and stepped back a few steps. The boys around him immediately understood and came up to grab Fang Zhimo's schoolbag.
Seeing this scene, Fang Zhimo threw his schoolbag on the ground first, then raised his hands and said to the little boss: "Brother, we met by accident, and there is no wrongdoing, you can just take my money, but please don't hit me!" , my body is weak, I might break it after a single blow."
The hooligan leader is actually only eighteen to nine years old, and it is the time when the education level is not high and the experience is not rich enough. It is quite strange to meet such a quiet and quiet person occasionally.
In fact, if he saw some tricks at this time and knew how to accept as soon as he was good, he wouldn't fall into Fang Zhimo's trap the next day.
However, people's hearts are always lacking. When everyone found that there were only more than 30 yuan left in their schoolbags, he snorted uncomfortably.
"Is this how much money the rich man has? It's too shabby."
The hooligans just slaughtered a fat sheep yesterday, and today they harvested more than 30 yuan. They were excited, and when they heard what the hooligan leader said, they all lowered their faces and shouted: "That's right, this kid just returned to the game hall. It's a lot of money."
"Don't hide it somewhere!"
"Yes, I think it's probably hidden, let's search for him!"
After talking about it, it became a mess, and those who are close will start to get started.
Fang Zhimo's expression changed, and he said loudly, "Wait!"
The gangster thought it was interesting, but wanted to hear what the kid had to say, so he raised his hand to make the boys stop.
Fang Zhimo put his hands in his pockets, pulled out the lining of the pockets, and signaled that he really had no money: "Brothers, my daily pocket money is ten yuan, which is 300 yuan a month. It's a pity that I spend money like water. I didn’t save any private money.”
He noticed that when it came to three hundred a month, several people's eyes lit up.
"He said three hundred..."
"It seems that he is really rich. This is a long-term meat ticket. We have to develop well and let him give us money every day..."
Fang Zhimo sneered in his heart, pointed to the schoolbag, and said "sincerely": "Brothers, if you think you have little money, I can deposit the schoolbag with you, and I will come to redeem it at the same time tomorrow afternoon. Do you think this is good?" good?"
Before the gangster leader could speak, someone under his command had already spoken: "How much is the schoolbag worth? What if you don't come?"
Fang Zhimo smiled cowardly and sweetly: "How come, my name and class are on the book, if I don't come, you guys can still find me with your abilities, can't you?"
Hearing this, the gang leader took out a book from his schoolbag, flipped through the title page, and glanced at it by light: "Little Class 27, Fang Zhimo. Hehe, the name is quite good."
Fang Zhimo smiled, knowing that they had already regarded him as the God of Wealth and would not touch him anymore.He smiled coquettishly and sweetly again: "In this case, brothers, can you stop beating me? As long as you don't beat me, I will give you whatever you want."
Seeing his weak appearance, the gangsters all burst into laughter. They haven't seen such a coward for a long time, and it's really exciting to bully him.
The gangster approached, leaned down and patted Fang Zhimo's face with the back of his hand, just like he did yesterday when he patted Tan Xiaobo, and then said word by word: "Boy, this time you are considered wise. I hope you will continue to work hard. Play tricks, otherwise..."
The gangster punched Ma Zai next to him in the stomach, and the man covered his stomach with a groan, bent down and spit out a mouthful of stomach acid.
I don't know what they ate at night, the smell was so sour and smelly, Fang Zhimo felt nauseous in an instant.
Ma Zai raised his head and said with tears in his eyes, "Boss, why did you hit me?"
The hooligan leader ignored him, but only looked sideways at Fang Zhimo, showing a sinister smile: "You should be able to imagine the consequences of my punch."
Fang Zhimo shrank his neck in fear, fixed his eyes on the ground, didn't even dare to lift his head, and hurriedly said: "No, no, my schoolbag is still in your hands, and I still have to go to school. "
Only then did the gangster turn his hand in satisfaction, patted Fang Zhimo's face again with his palm, and shouted to the people around him, "Get the schoolbag, let's call it a day!"
A group of people were giggling and laughing, flinging the trophy - Fang Zhimo's schoolbag triumphantly, and walked away step by step.
Fang Zhimo seemed to be really frightened, he kept his head down, his whole back was trembling, until all those people disappeared from sight, then he slowly raised his head and pointed at the group of people. In the direction where the person disappeared, he raised his hand in a gesture of killing him with a single shot.
"Snapped!"
he said in a low voice.
Located on the outskirts of City B, the beautiful Ruiyi Garden is the place where the founding generals of the older generation spent their lives.
Because they have long been out of the world, the old people here usually work at sunrise and rest at sunset, so although it is only after nine o'clock, many people have already turned off the lights.
In a red brick house shaded by bushes, Duan Rui, who was on duty at the gate, just finished handing over with his last comrade in arms when he heard a small sound of stones hitting the iron door.
Hearing the sound, Duan Rui guessed which family's brat was playing a prank again.
He tidied up his cuffs and collar angrily and amusedly, took off the flashlight hanging on the wall and shook it outside the iron gate, and asked angrily, "Who is it? It's a private residence, no one is allowed to enter!"
A voice from a lowered child came: "Uncle Duan, Uncle Duan, it's me! Open the door, I'm Fang Xiaomo!"
Hearing this sound, Duan Rui hurried to the door, and after shaking the flashlight for a long time, he finally saw the little thing in the crack of the door.
Duan Rui was both angry and funny: "Fang Xiaomo, can you stand up straight? No one can look down on cats there. Why, come to find your grandpa?"
Fang Zhimo shook his head, and whispered, "I'm not looking for my master, I'm looking for you."
"Find me?"
After Duan Rui was discharged from the army due to injury, he was arranged to stay at the old head Fang's house. It can be said that he watched Fang Zhimo grow up, and he loved this little devil the most.Hearing Fang Zhimo said that he came to find him specially, his nose and eyes laughed together: "Hey, kid, what's the matter today? It's late at night, come in quickly."
Fang Zhimo followed Uncle Duan into the sentry box, took the little oranges that Uncle Duan handed over, and blinked in the direction of the small building while peeling: "Is my grandfather asleep?"
Uncle Duan nodded: "Just fell asleep. The old chief has committed the old problem again these days, oh... by the way, tell me about you, what's the matter with your kid coming here so late? Where's your father?"
Fang Zhimo sniffed, his big eyes flickered, he flattened his mouth before he could speak, and said aggrievedly, "Uncle Duan, are you my uncle?"
Duan Rui was taken aback, patted him on the forehead and said: "Look at you kid, what you said, uncle can be your father if he isn't your uncle?"
Fang Zhimo groaned, couldn't hold back his joy, and after brewing for a while, he regained his emotions, and said with a flat mouth: "Uncle, let me show you something."
Uncle Duan didn't even think about it, he grinned and said, "Hey, what are you looking at?"
Fang Zhimo pursed his mouth and lifted his school uniform jacket with a bitter face. Uncle Duan followed his hand and looked over, his eyes immediately widened.
There were footprints all over the jacket, here and there, and it looked like it hurt, and there was no need to think about it. It should be bruised.
It is well known that the little guy is in poor health. Usually, it is too late for everyone to hold him and coax him, but this time he came back with such an injury!
When Uncle Duan saw it, his brain was congested with anger, and the nature of the soldier ruffian was instantly exposed. He slapped the table and stood up: "Damn it, who did it? I killed him!"
Fang Zhimo looked at Uncle Duan's angry look, and knew in his heart that the time had come, and he only needed to add another spoonful of oil to easily burn those bullying gangsters to death.
The corner of his left lip unconsciously twitched slightly upwards, and then quickly changed into the previous look of aggrieved, wiping away the (non-existent) tears and said: "They also robbed my schoolbag, Duan Uncle, my homework is still inside, and now I will be scolded by the teacher again... They also said, let me bring 300 yuan to redeem it tomorrow, and I can’t do without a dollar! Uncle, what should I do now? !"
"What? You son of a bitch, you're looking for death! This is it!" Uncle Duan was furious when he heard that, "Don't worry, Fang Xiaomo! I'll just ask your uncle for this matter! I'll see if my uncle doesn't kill him... you will do it tomorrow Go straight over, and the old uncle will see if they dare to touch you."
Fang Zhimo saw Uncle Duan getting angry, so he was naturally happy to see it succeed, but he still had that aggrieved look on his face: "But Uncle Duan, there are a lot of them... six or seven of them!"
Uncle Duan snorted, and said disdainfully: "Don't say six or seven, there are sixteen or seven, six or seventy, I can knock them all down with one hand."
Only then did Fang Zhimo hum, put away his crying, opened his eyes wide and said, "Uncle Duan, don't let my father know about this. He is not in good health. If you know, you might be so anxious." .”
Uncle Duan is a rough man, but he is quite righteous, so he naturally couldn't think of any twists and turns, he slapped his chest and said, "Okay, Uncle Duan will handle this matter quietly for you."
Seeing his mysterious look, Fang Zhimo almost burst out with joy, quickly rubbed his little face, and curled up on the small steel bed exclusive to the night watchman, amidst Uncle Duan's righteous indignation , fell asleep pitifully, with teary eyelashes.