Chapter 110 – Fatty Li Zhen – Northern School Tomb Raider’s Notes

Jinfeng Huang listen to my words, with two gold cup car people came to Pingji Fort dairy farm digging things, there is no first not to mention, I did not expect the development of things in front of me unexpectedly, ran into a cranky old man blocking the door.

It was because the dairy farm had previously attracted wolves and wild boars that the gate guard dared to carry a clay gun, which of course was not legal.

In Yinchuan, the gun this thing touches the bottom line, whether it is Liu Zhiyuan Jin Feng Huang or whoever, try to abide by the bottom line not to touch.

One might be skeptical and say that in reality there are really such cross people?

I’m telling you there really is one. Niu Qingsheng from Yinchuan is this kind of person.

This person is a veteran, participated in the Vietnam War in ’79, his nephew is the deputy general manager of the Pingji Fort dairy farm Li Zhen, now with the eye in the sky to view the dairy farm executives have a name Li Qiao, in fact, Li Qiao is Li Zhen son, from the fifties to the modern era, their family of three generations in the dairy farm, only later Pingji Fort farms were purchased and nationalized, Li Zhen Li Qiao became the management of the public for the public sector.

There’s also the important point that it’s not against the law for Niu Qingsheng Niu to kill someone with a clay gun.

Why isn’t it a crime? Because the cattle master has a mental illness, his disease is called mild mania or mania to say, this is not the first time he used a clay gun to beat people, the last time a cattle rustler was hit in the back when he fled, if not rescued in time to be sure to hang.

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Jin Feng Huang, his face grim with fear as he was pointed at with a clay gun, kept staring at Niu Qingsheng in front of him.

“What are you looking at!”

“Get in the house!”

“Move!” The old man chided.

Goldwind Yellow was forced into the post, and the gang of his men didn’t dare to act rashly, so they watched.

The small post had a bed, a broken recliner made of bamboo, a density board table with a landline phone, a radio, which stood with its antennae still talking.

The radio zips and zips and the signal isn’t very steady, and it’s talking about the White Eyebrow Warrior commentary told by Shan Tianfang.

“Snap!” There was a shocking slap.

“What kind of sword is the sword, the Golden Silk Great Ring Sword! What kind of sword is the sword, the Closed Moon Shy Flower Sword! What kind of move is the move, heaven and earth yin and yang move! What kind of love is love? A beautiful woman loves a hero!”

Old man Niu Qingsheng left hand end of the double-barreled gun, right hand directly hit the landline number, is to call the deputy general manager of the dairy farm, that is, the deputy manager of the dairy farm his nephew called Li Zhen.

“Jinja, I.”

Niu Qingsheng looked at Goldwind Yellow warily and reported to his nephew what had just happened.

“Little cub, my nephew asked who you are.” Niu Qingsheng asked.

Jin Feng Huang’s face was ugly, no one in Yinchuan Road dared to call him a little brat in front of him, and his face turned ugly.

Jin Feng Huang was pointed at by the old man’s clay gun, obediently took the phone and put it to his ear, his voice was low as he opened his mouth and said, “Hello.”

I was a few meters away, and the landline phone didn’t have a speakerphone, so I couldn’t hear the other end of the phone, and I could only hear this side of Goldwind Yellow talking.

“Your name is Li Zhen? I’m Jin Feng Huang, the owner of Jin’s Mining.”

Jin Feng Huang listened to the phone and smiled at the corner of his mouth, holding the phone out to Niu Qingsheng: “Your nephew asked you to listen to the phone.”

The old man took it and put it to his ear, and blushed after a few seconds of listening.

“Let me apologize! I apologize my ass off!”

“It was these brats who hit me first! You do it! I’m not talking to you!” Niu Qing angrily slammed the phone directly onto the table.

At this time, someone opened his mouth and shouted, “Brother Feng! That brother’s leg needs to be treated quickly, or it will be ruined!”

Jin Feng Huang frowned and said Wait, the injured brother will be useful later, if he is disabled, I Jin Feng Huang will support him for the rest of his life.

Hearing that, the little brother didn’t dare to say anything else.

The atmosphere in the small post was anxious.

The old man, Niu Qingsheng, is furious because he was scolded by his own nephew for defending the dairy farm.

No one dared to stand next to him except Goldwind Yellow, who was afraid that he, a powder keg, would blow up and shoot someone.

After about twenty minutes of waiting back and forth, a black Jeep SUV drove up in a hurry with its headlights on.

The jeep stopped and Li Zhen, Niu Qingsheng’s nephew, pushed open the door and hurried over.

This person is about one meter seven tall, weight is estimated to be over 200, eat white and fat belly, can not see the neck, running over from a distance like a large meatball.

“What for!”