Artifact

Lin Changrong walked out of the door of the thirteenth bakery, and many people had gathered at this time, the most eye-catching was He Dali, who was standing on the bench, he was shouting

"Queue up! Everyone who pays 100 yuan can ask Boss Lin Changrong to do one thing! Pay the money first and then queue up! First come, first served! Boss Lin is a nobleman, and the scum of our sweet potato street will never be met once in a lifetime!".

Someone on the side said sourly: "Cut! This can also cheat money! Why should the big boss listen to you?"

Li Fang, who was in a wheelchair, raised a broom, made a gesture to throw the other party, and shouted:

"What? Liar? Inquire about it, my son is his savior, how much should a life be worth for such a big boss? Isn't this for the benefit of the neighbors? Yo, Boss Lin has come out ......

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Before she finished speaking, the uncles and aunts who had paid the money around her poured up:

"Hey, Boss Lin, my son has a big boil on his buttocks, can you show it?"

"Boss Lin, my mother is going to be hospitalized after surgery, and the doctor said that there is no bed, you can get it done with a phone call, right?"

"Don't make any noise!Boss Lin, help me first!Which one can aphrodisiac, Taiyi Shen oral liquid or monkey hair medicinal wine?".

"Oh, don't squeeze me!Boss Lin, my son's eyes look like Director Zhang next door, and his nose looks like Manager Wang upstairs, do you think I'm being cuckolded by my wife?!".

Lin Changrong was originally very angry, but when he thought about it, he couldn't cry or laugh.

There are many people in this world who take it for granted to ask for help, and it is natural for others to help them when they are in trouble, but they forget that no one owes them.

Many things are not that you are weak and you are justified, and if you are weak, others should help you.

The so-called weak people save themselves, and the strong people save others, this is the truth, if you don't work hard, why should others help you?

Such people are pitiful, pathetic, and even more hateful!

When the bodyguard saw Lin Changrong coming out, he immediately pushed away the crowd and escorted him to the car.

Lin Changrong's indifferent attitude made the crowd angry, and many people who had paid the money quit, and surrounded He Dali and Li Fang to ask them to return the money.

And He Qiang was crowded in the crowd, took advantage of the situation to touch Secretary Hu a few times, and took advantage of the gap between the crowd to surround his parents, ran to the car door again, and stuffed Lin Changrong with a note.

"Boss Lin, I am the younger brother of Night Thirteen, my name is He Qiang, my brother is thin and has some things that are difficult to speak, I, who is a younger brother, will say it on his behalf, please Boss Lin must help!".

Lin Changrong opened the note and saw that it was densely filled with words, and the first part was actually He Qiang's resume:

He Qiang, male, 31 years old, a genius who is one in ten thousand, was born with an entrepreneurial cell since he was a child, dropped out of junior high school to start a business, and has been engaged in catering, sales, finance, entertainment, etc., all of which have good records.

At the age of 20, he was happy to mention BMW and became an upper-class person, and at the age of 21, he resolutely sold BMW and returned to the road, determined to build a 100 billion business empire for the benefit of the public

At present, we are preparing for a world-class mega project, and we urgently need 5 million start-up funds, which will be returned tenfold by the end of the year!

Once this project is launched, it will completely disrupt the world's finance and impress hundreds of millions of people around the world!"

There are a lot of them in the back, but Lin Changrong really can't stand it, he pressed the button, the window slowly closed, and said to the driver: "Drive!"

The driver was stunned: "Lin Dong, Secretary Hu hasn't gotten in the car yet......

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"Leave her alone, drive!".

The car started slowly, and He Qiang trotted all the way, tapping on the window:

"Boss Lin, don't forget that my brother saved your life...... At most, my big business is your share, remember to call me! Remember to call me!".

In the back seat of the car, Lin Changrong gritted his teeth and said to himself in a voice that only he could hear:

"Another damn scum!".

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Deserted restaurant, snow meat and mush.

The decoration of the huge restaurant is average, there are few diners, and those waiters are also lazy, and when they see Yi Qing and Ye Thirteen entering the door, they don't even say hello.

The two of them found a place to sit down, and a waiter stepped forward and threw down a menu with a snap: "Call me when you see what to order!".

Night Thirteen whispered to Yi Qing, "Are you a masochist, why are you looking for this kind of restaurant to eat, it looks like it's about to go out of business!".

Yi Qing shook the membership card in his hand: "Because it's cheap!".

"Cut, it's strange that you are willing to spend so much money on clothes, but you choose such a shabby place to eat. "

"Nonsense, I buy you clothes to wear for others to see, and others can't see what you eat!

"You...... You devil!".

Just as the two were arguing, two drunken men came out of a box.

Among them, there was a guy whose hair and eyebrows were dyed yellow, and he couldn't leave it after his eyes fell on Yi Qing:

"Big brother, this ...... This girl is good!".

The other fat man also noticed Yi Qing's appearance, he walked over with a smile and bad intentions, and put the wine bottle in his hand on the table: "Beauty, I invite you to have a toast!"

Yi Qing swept the corner of his eye, and continued to look at the menu intently as if this guy didn't exist at all.

"Damn, what kind of stinky woman is pretending to be tall!" Huang Mao staggered a few steps with the strength of the wine, and touched Yi Qing's body, but before he could feel the texture of the snow-white and smooth skin on the other party's chest, he was blocked by a strong hand.

Night Thirteen!

Night Thirteen smiled: "Drink, I'll have a drink with the two brothers!".

As he spoke, he snatched the bottle, tilted his neck, and finished his work.

After drinking, Night Thirteen put the bottle face down, and not a drop fell.

"Damn, did Lao Tzu talk to you? Do you deserve to drink with Lao Tzu?" the fat man was not happy, snatched the wine bottle, and smashed it on the door of the night thirteen's head when he it.

But as soon as he swung halfway, the fat man couldn't move anymore - Night Thirteen firmly held his wrist!

During his time in a psychiatric hospital, he was rated as an outstanding mental patient for ten consecutive years, and in his spare time he has been assisting doctors and nurses in controlling the violent psychosis.

To be honest, this kind of mental illness can't be cured by six or seven big men, but when Thirteen Nights are present and pinch their hands, these martial madmen can only be obedient.

No matter how powerful the fat man is, he is not a martial maniac, and after being pinched by Ye Thirteen's wrist, he immediately felt a huge grip and a sense of oppression:

"Damn, let go, let go of Lao Tzu!".

When Huang Mao saw that the boss was trapped, he immediately picked up the chair next to him and smashed it at Night Thirteen like crazy: "Damn! You kid is looking for death!".

Night Thirteen snorted coldly, the chairs in the dining room looked beautiful, but no matter how strong they were, they couldn't be stronger than the iron beds and iron chairs in the mental hospital, he had experienced several riots of the mentally ill!

The most powerful time, Night Thirteen was beaten by more than a dozen martial arts maniacs, they dismantled the steel water pipe on the wall as a weapon, and they didn't beat Night Thirteen down after breaking several of them, but they lay on the ground one by one.

I heard a "bang", and the chair smashed into the shoulders of Night Thirteen, and the whole thing shattered!

Ye Thirteen slapped him backhanded, hitting the yellow ** face, and his whole person turned around three hundred and sixty degrees on the spot, falling heavily to the ground, and half of his neck couldn't move.

"What are you doing!

With an angry shout, seven or eight tall chefs rushed out of the back hall, wielding kitchen knives and large iron spoons in their hands, all of them with extraordinary momentum.

Only Yi Qing took out a small notebook and slapped it on the table.

When the fat man saw it, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

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