The rise of the reborn hero

While Wan Qiusheng closed the document, Ding Qing had already rushed to the hospital. His father was critically ill and in a coma. In the words of the doctor, he had reached the point of no return.

Seeing the doctor's indifferent and impatient expression, Ding Qing had the urge to knock out all his teeth, because he felt that he might be in a better mood.

But he held back.

Looking at the old man sleeping on the hospital bed, Ding Qing waved to everyone to go back. He wanted to spend time with his father.

"Big brother. Li

Zicheng bowed,"Do you want me to stay alone?""

"Assi, I'm not a fragile guy, don't worry."Ding Qing didn't dare to look back, for fear that his younger brothers would notice his red eyes.

Soon after Li Zicheng left, the ward became empty, and only the heavy breathing of Ding Qing's father echoed in the room.

It had been a long time since he had taken a good care of himself. Did you sit and chat with the old man? Ding Qing couldn't remember clearly. He pulled over a chair against the wall, sat quietly by the bed, looked at his father's face full of wrinkles and vicissitudes, and gently grabbed his father's hand. Ding Qing 's father is an ordinary fisherman who can be seen everywhere in Standard Ax Mountain. His hands are rough and a little cold. The only thing that is warm is that there is still some warmth in the palm of his hand......

Ever since my father’s legs were broken when I was sixteen years old because of a TV he picked up from a garbage dump, I have understood one truth, that is, if I want to get ahead in this life, I can’t follow the old man’s old path.

The old man is very kind.

He was always smiling at all his neighbors, and whenever they needed help, he would always be the first to rush in cheerfully. Then he was busy and sweating profusely, showing a satisfied look as the other party thanked him.

But all this seems to be of no use. He still had no money, so Ding Qing's mother finally gave up treatment due to financial reasons.

On the day his mother died, Ding Qing was not around. At that time, he was still working as an apprentice in an auto repair shop. The rules in Bangzi Country were very strict, and apprentices did the most work. When he rushed back after learning the news, his mother had closed her eyes forever.

Seeing his mother's face as pale as snow being slowly covered by white cloth, Ding Qing didn't feel any tears at all, contrary to his own expectations. The whole person was as dumb as a string tree and participated in all the subsequent white things.

The auto repair shop did not show mercy to Ding Qing's request for leave because of his mother's death. Not surprisingly, he lost the job that his father had worked so hard to find someone to help him get.

It seems that the trajectory of my life changed during the Mid-Autumn Festival of that year.

Ding Qing scratched his head. Thinking about the memories, his father seemed to be in some pain in his sleep, and his voice became louder and louder.

"Old man, you are such a blessing in life. I have so much money, but I am going to die."

Ding Qing's mouth was still venomous, but his red eyes betrayed his mood,"But I will marry a beautiful wife and have many children. Give them the best education and let them become what you most want them to be."

Ding Qing murmured, and his thoughts returned to the Mid-Autumn Festival that year.

"Ah Qing, come here, try the mooncakes I made myself. It tastes very good."My father smiled bitterly. Two storms in a row made it almost impossible to open the pot. If he couldn't afford mooncakes, he could only make them himself.

"Um. Ding

Qing, who had been idle for more than a month, weakly agreed,"I just got some money today. I'll get some side dishes and we'll have some drinks.""

The father's face turned a bit ugly. He knew what his son was doing to make money. There are many smuggling businesses in Busan. Due to the strict inspection, those ships did not dare to bring large quantities of goods into the port. They could only rely on manpower to use small boats in shallow waters. It’s zero.

Ding Qing is one of the people who bring goods.

"I said, this kind of thing is illegal. You must not touch it. Why don't you listen to me?"Although the father was criticizing his son, his tone was still very gentle. Because he knew that his son's wings were stiff, and the harsh tone had the opposite effect.

"What are you going to do if you don’t do this? Are you starving to death?"Ding Qing said these words forcefully without looking back. He only heard a deep sigh from his father behind him.

Ding Qing, carrying two bottles of sake and some side dishes, met the change in his life when he returned to the door of his home. One of the most important figures in terms of rules is Huang Zhengmin of the Beidamen Sect.

Huang Zhengmin wears the most popular airplane haircut, and is followed by several young guys with fierce faces written on their faces.

"Ah Qing, aren’t you clamoring to make money all day long? I have a chance, you can do it or not."Huang Zhengmin has always admired Ding Qing, who is also of Xia origin. He is optimistic about this fierce young man.

"How much to give?"

Ding Qing, who is already crazy about poverty, doesn't care what he is going to do. All he cares about is money.

"Three million won."

The other party said a number that made Ding Qing excited,"It's up to you to decide whether you want to live or die."

"OK, I do."

Ding Qing agreed without hesitation.

After the wooden door of Ding's house, which had been in disrepair for a long time, was beaten hard several times, silence fell again outside the door. Ding Qing's father carefully opened the door and looked around, but did not find anything. There was no sign of anyone. It wasn't until he looked down when he was about to close the door that he saw two bottles of sake and some side dishes at the door......

Ding Qing became famous in one battle.

From that day on, this young man began to make a name for himself in the Beidamen Sect (from which the New World was named) by being ruthless and ruthless. At the same time, he had less and less time to go home.

I originally thought it would take ten years for me to survive, but who knew that when I and Zicheng were collecting accounts, they met a man with Xia Guolong embroidered on his collar.

The man gave him another opportunity, and he used his life to seize this opportunity. From then on, he was out of control. Even after he established his own business, the old people at Peking University were extremely polite to him. Now Ding Qing is already the biggest local gangster from Busan to Guiwei.

All this is not without cost. Ding Qing touched the ugly and ferocious scar on his face. This was the closest he came to death. If it weren't for the opponent's already exhausted strength and Li Zicheng's desperate pounce, Ding Qing's head would have been split in half like a watermelon.

Perhaps because his father was about to leave, Ding Qing, who had always been calm and fierce, seemed a little sentimental. Thinking of Li Zicheng, he couldn't help but think of the scene when the two met for the first time. _Feilu reminds you: three things about reading-collecting and recommending