The rise of the reborn hero

Until his death, Zhao Banshan believed that his son would be better than his master.

And Zhao Qingyang did not disappoint him.

After his father died, Zhao Qingyang was in a state of barbaric growth, but he still kept the so-called rules after so many years of being influenced by his father.

"Sister, I'm back."

Just like in the past, after driving all night, Zhao Qingyang, who looked a little tired, first went to say hello to his sister, and then wolfed down breakfast under the gaze of his sister Zhao Qingmei, who was lying on the bed.

Even though Zhao Qingyang had nothing at all. Appetite, but he still acted like a starving ghost reincarnated.

He knew that the first thing his sister did was to watch him eat. Zhao Qingyang also understood how hard and painful it was for his sister to make such a breakfast.

"Aunt Huang came to our house yesterday evening."

Zhao Qingmei, who has suffered from years of illness, looks ten years older than she actually is. The woman's hair has turned completely white before she reached fifty years old, and her face has no luster. She looks like a dying woman. old man.19

"What is she here for?"

Zhao Qingyang swallowed the last mouthful of chicken soup, stood up and started to clear away the dishes.

"Do you know Yang Meili from Alley No. 3 in Laojie? Her husband is dead and it is very difficult for her to live with two children alone. Aunt Huang means that if you don't dislike her for bringing two girls, you can try to live together.."

Zhao Qingmei looked at her younger brother and said in a sincere tone,"Dad has been dead for so many years. In fact, you should throw away those words and rules he said."

"Sister, I promised dad."

Zhao Qingyang's hand holding the bowl trembled for a moment, and then his expression returned to calm,"There are certain things you have to do when you promise, otherwise you will really have no face to see him after you die."

"Yang Meili is only thirty-two this year, and she is quite beautiful. And looking at her body, she should be very fertile. If you marry her, you can at least leave a heir for the Zhao family."

Zhao Qingmei continued to persuade her brainless brother,"I'm going to die soon. There will always be a woman in the house after I leave."

The woman didn't lie.

Being bedridden for many years has caused her kidneys to fail. However, when she mentioned death, Zhao Qingmei's face showed no fear at all, but a vague sense of relief.

"You won't die. I have contacted the best hospital in Shanghai. Doctor Liu said that as long as there is a suitable kidney source, we will be the first one."

"By the way, I have to go out."

After Zhao Qingyang put away the dishes and chopsticks, he said to his sister in a calm tone,"If everything goes well, I will come back the day after tomorrow, and Aunt Huang will take care of you during this time."

"be careful."

A trace of worry flashed in Zhao Qingmei's eyes, but the woman didn't say anything. She just said softly,"Thank you for your hard work."

"knew."

Zhao Qingyang nodded,"When someone asks me where I have been, just say that I just took a long-distance job, and you don't know the specific location."

"I know how to say it."

The woman replied.

A penny stumps a heroic man.

A young man with a paralyzed sister must have money if he wants to survive in this society, but how much can he earn from a black car? What's more, Zhao Qingmei also has a huge medical expense every month. expenses.

But for so many years, Zhao Qingyang and his brother have not been short of money.

What do they rely on?

There are two oldest professions in the world.

Men work hard, and women sell meat.

Of course Zhao Qingyang can’t sell it Meat, so he can only work hard.

The absolutely powerful force value of the Qinggang's eight-root system is a weapon for making money, and it is also an important reason why the two siblings can survive until now.

Nine hours later.

Taicheng, western Shanxi.

Wearing sunglasses, Zhao Qingyang, wearing a blue labor cloth, stood outside the coal logistics park with a cigarette in his mouth. With his arms folded, he kept staring at the northeast entrance.

No one could tell that this guy who looked like a park worker had passed by six It took him hundreds of miles to arrive in western Shanxi.

Zhao Qingyang was waiting for someone, someone who in his opinion was equivalent to 380,000 yuan in banknotes.

According to the information he obtained, this person's name was Guo Baibai, male, 3rd year old. Nineteen years old, he is now one of the newly emerging coal bosses in Taicheng, western Shanxi.

With seventeen fleets and extremely strong yamen connections, Boss Guo is inevitably overbearing in his work. (For Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novels Internet!)

Take this coal park as an example. Guo Baibai has almost monopolized all the transportation business, including the coal that has just walked out of the mine. He also wants to make a fortune.

Destroying people's wealth is equivalent to killing their parents.

In the business world these days The disputes in the coal industry are never just pure business activities. Whether it is the wrestling of the yamen or the bloodshed in the rivers and lakes, they will be involved. This is especially true in the coal industry, which can be called huge profits.

So Zhao Qingyang appears here. Of course, he He was indifferent to who his employer was and why he wanted to kill the target himself. All he needed was the money. With that money, his sister's medical expenses could almost be taken care of.

That was enough.

Zhao Qingyang didn't let Zhao Qingyang wait too long. , at a quarter past nine, a Hutouben with the license plate number Jin A11888 appeared at the entrance of the logistics park. Just like the information given by the employer, the car stopped at the entrance. A man with combed back hair , a man wearing a gold chain as thick as a thumb around his neck stepped out of the car.

This was a common outfit worn by second-generation coal dealers in this era, and it mainly focused on the nouveau riche and hip-hop style that combined the nouveau riche.

Zhao Qingyang started moving from the moment the car appeared. After the man got out of the car and determined his target, Zhao Qingyang was already running wildly.

The man who got out of the car was not very alert. He was obviously in his own little area. He has enough arrogant capital on the ground. He parked the car at the entrance of the endless flow of vehicles in a carefree manner, and was salivating as he laid out what his horse should pay attention to today.

Run, speed up!

As strong as a cheetah The body made Zhao Qingyang's speed look extremely amazing. Almost in the blink of an eye, he was close to his goal. With his left foot forceful, Zhao Qingyang's whole body rose into the air.

In Guo Baibai's surprised eyes, Zhao Qingyang His right hand had already touched his waist, and in the next second, a short knife about 90 centimeters long, antique style and made of Damascus appeared in his hand.

The figure fell, Zhao Qingyang and Guo Baibai passed by each other, and then in the blank eyes of others, they watched the figure running into the road on the west side of the park without any pause, like a big loach going back and forth. among the vehicles[]

"This kid is crazy, why is he running around?"

Guo Bainian's top horseman, Aqiang, is responsible for the toll collection and weighing of vehicles in the entire park. He was startled and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm before turning his attention to his eldest brother,"Brother Nian, what's going on today? car number matching..."

Aqiang's words were choked back in his throat.

In his sight, the boss Guo Bainian was covering his neck with both hands, with horror and fear in his eyes.

The next second, dark red blood suddenly spurted out from Guo Baibai's hands!.