AWB Chapter 194: Busy supporting the family in the foreign land
Chapter 194: Busy supporting the family in the foreign land
The boss has spoken, and some smart ones turned around and went downstairs.
A group of people looked at each other with glee, and in their hearts they mourned for the blind people downstairs.
Why pick on anyone else when you can? Why do you have to pick on Mr. Rong?
Sure enough, after just a moment, someone screamed from below.
At first they were chuckling, but then they felt the voice was very familiar and their faces changed, because it turned out that one of their own was being beaten.
"You bastard, you dare to meddle in my business? You are tired of living. I spent money to enjoy myself and have fun. Not only is this bitch ugly, but her singing is also half-dead. I can't give any opinions. Since when did a dancer get to act wild over me..."
In a box in the corner, Lu Pingsheng and Wei Miao, both with their chins propped up with one hand, watched the farce that was about to begin.
After giving Zeng Baoyi everything they needed to say and everything they needed to give, they wanted to leave the dance hall.
But then he saw Lu Shaojie, who had changed his clothes, walking towards him with the support of two people.
So the two of them turned around and returned to the previous box.
“Brother Lu, Lu Shaojie is really capable of making trouble.”
Wei Miao took a bite of the tangerine and was very impressed by this energetic young commander.
It is said that this person is also a young talent on the list.
If all the young talents of this nation are like this person and Zeng Baoyi, the country will indeed be in trouble.
No wonder Brother Lu has white hair at such a young age.
Lu Pingsheng seemed to know what was going to happen next, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
On April 12 of that year, when the Qing Gang chose sides, they chose Jinling and became their butcher knife, almost bloodbathing the underground organization in Shen City overnight.
Some were buried alive, some were strangled, and some were shot at the parade in broad daylight.
In an instant, the organization's efforts over the past decade were wiped out, more than 300 people were killed, more than 500 were arrested and imprisoned, and nearly 5,000 people were missing. . .
He arrived a few years late, but that did not prevent him from finding an opportunity to avenge those comrades who lost their lives.
In the past two years, Lu Pingsheng has discovered that no matter what he does, he cannot change history and major events. Some things that are supposed to happen will still happen.
But these events are just a few lines of cold text or folk legends, which are the subjective consciousness of later generations.
Now he is in the middle of it, and with a little manipulation, as long as the fate of one party remains unchanged, it will be fine.
For example, Zeng Baoyi's two losses were a widely-circulated and talked-about matter in later generations. It was enough as long as Zeng Baoyi really lost two streets.
As for who wins, that's the variable.
Lu Pingsheng looked at Wei Miaoshang's childish face and lowered his eyes for a long time. The variable was not himself, but the little kid in front of him who had a secret.
Wei Miao noticed that Lu Pingsheng was staring at her strangely, so she touched the corner of her mouth and asked:
"Brother Lu, are you possessed?"
"It's because his father has the territory and the army." Lu Pingsheng retracted his gaze, took a sip of wine and said lightly.
Wei Miao couldn't drink, so he continued to eat oranges and watch the show.
After a burst of noise, the band's performance became disrupted, and Xiao Danfeng crossed her arms across her chest and stopped singing.
The manager and waiters in the dance hall were all watching, and no one stepped forward to resolve the situation. Some people only sympathized with Lu Shaojie, while others gloated over his misfortune.
This guy probably just arrived in Shanghai and dared to offend others without knowing anything.
It seemed as if Lu Shaojie wanted to vent all his anger for the night, and the more he cursed, the harsher it became.
If Adjutant Hong were here in the past, he could have offered some advice, but Adjutant Hong had already returned to the army overnight.
Lu Shaojie ran away after receiving a call from his father and being scolded by him.
He came here for two reasons, firstly to relax and secondly to ask Zeng Baoyi about some matters, so he brought two people out casually.
I didn't expect that as soon as I sat down despite the discomfort on my butt, I would hear such a ridiculous tune, and the anger that I had been suppressing all night poured out.
He has been spoiled since childhood, so how could he bear to be bullied again and again, especially since the people who made him angry were all people he looked down upon.
If he couldn’t touch Lu Pingsheng, could he not touch an actor?
Seeing that the dancer not only did not know she was wrong, but rolled her eyes at him, he became even angrier. Just then someone came down from upstairs to warn him, and now he was in trouble.
Lu Shaojie stepped on the back of the man who was beaten half to death and said sarcastically:
"Oh, no wonder he's so arrogant, does he have a backer?"
Seeing the eyes around him looking at him vaguely, Lu Shaojie did not restrain himself and said even more fiercely:
"But even if you have a backstage, you should promote someone who is presentable. It's okay if you can't sing well, and you're ugly. It's okay if you're ugly. When you sing on stage, everyone smiles. But you look like a dead fish. Did you eat too many fish from the Huangpu River?"
After he finished speaking, he looked down at the messenger who was beaten black and blue by his men, and sneered:
"I don't know where this ignorant old country bumpkin came from, who would praise such a stinky foot!!!"
As soon as Lu Shaojie finished speaking, he felt a wine bottle flying towards his head, and he raised his hand to block it.
With a "crack", the wine bottle fell to the ground and broke into pieces. One piece fell on the man who was knocked to the ground, and the man screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
Lu Shaojie was a little surprised. When he looked up, he found that he was surrounded by a group of people, and everyone had unfriendly eyes.
A sturdy man came towards him surrounded by a crowd, and before he could even begin to notice, he was slapped in the face.
"Snapped!"
The slap was so heavy that it almost knocked his head off balance. Before he could react, Lu Shaojie turned around and glared at the person who came.
The man didn't even react and slapped him again.
"Snapped!"
Blood was oozing from the corners of Lu Shaojie's mouth.
"A dirty-mouthed dog will start talking like a human if you hit him twice."
The man's triangular eyes were filled with coldness and cruelty, and his tone was full of contempt for ants.
Mr. Rong never thought that in this foreign land, there would be someone who dared to make trouble for him.
"Do you know that Xiao Fengxian is mine?"
Lu Shaojie, who had been stunned, reacted at this moment, quickly looked around, and raised his hand to stop the two men who were about to step forward.
He gritted his teeth and endured the piercing pain in his feet to stand firm, then poked his cheek with the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.
With a pair of red eyes, he looked at the tall and strong man in front of him as if he were looking at a dead person, and said to his two subordinates:
"let's go!"
Looking at Lu Shaojie being carried away, Mr. Rong's men waited for his signal.
Master Rong shook his head indifferently. This kind of person who bullies the weak and fears the strong and bullies men and women can be easily identified as a useless descendant of a family.
Fortunately, he knew the situation and did not force his way through. If he had gone back now, he would probably have found someone to cry to.
Since he still knows the current situation, he will not kill everyone.
He knew that if this kid went out to complain, it would definitely get no results.
The adults in their family naturally knew who Master Rong was, so if they wanted to vent their anger, they had to think carefully.
Mr. Rong has been used to having smooth sailing in recent years and never takes such trivial matters to heart.