West St.

After the excitement not long ago, the scene of the past is restored. People's faces are full of sadness again. Some of them haven't waited for work for several days, and their families are all in trouble. They even haven't eaten breakfast. Now they are so hungry that they can only keep tightening the rope between their waists to make their stomach cry less.

The only one with a happy face is the three strong men who helped to carry people just now. One of them got ten Wen. He held it in his arms like a baby and covered it carefully for fear of flying. The people next to him looked at them enviously.

When Mr. Zhang came with the carriage, people thought he was coming to recruit people to work again. Hula, all the people gathered around him and said that they could do anything.

"I don't hire people to work."

Although Zhang's voice was low, it clearly spread to the ears of the people around him. After they were stunned, they went back to the place they had just been. They either stood, sat or lay down, staring at the direction of the street.

Mr. Zhang drove the carriage in, and his eyes flashed over these people one by one. At the end of the journey, he saw several men around, one of them with scars on his face. He stopped the carriage, put the reins on the horse's back, and went to them, "who is Liu San?"

The man with scar on his face stood up, "I am, what do you want me to..."

"Dabao, are you the one with you?"

Liu San changed his face. "Who are you?"

Mr. Zhang did not answer, but asked, "did you fight?"

"Yes."

Liu San frankly admitted, touched a scar on his face, "that boy owes beating, next time if he dares to rob us again, we are not polite!"

Mr. Zhang squinted, "make it clear."

Liu San pointed to the other people who were with him. "After spending a long time in the West Street, our brothers came up with a way to help people find jobs. When we found them, we raised two Wen from everyone's salary. It used to be like this. Later, the boy came and learned from us. Originally, this kind of job-hunting depended on our abilities, and we had nothing to say, But the boy is so bad, because he's from this county, he's robbing us. Let's negotiate a good price for someone in front of us. Come and call someone. He'll go behind and grab it at a low price. It's always like this. It's disturbing a lot of our business. We can't bear it today. We just beat him up. "

Then he tilted his eyes to master Zhang, "why, do you want to vent your anger for him?"

"And if so?"

Liu San immediately stroked his sleeve, "come on, who is afraid of who? If we are counselled today, we will never appear in this west street again."

The others also stood up.

"You are not my rivals."

Mr. Zhang's voice was faint.

"Granny."

Liu San was a violent man. He scolded him and hit him with his fist.

Mr. Zhang dodged slightly, and the others gathered around him.

However, a few moves, a few people were all left on the ground, Zhang Ye's clothes did not even touch the soil.

"You..."

Liu San wiped the corner of his mouth, but he didn't expect to encounter a hard stubble today. No wonder Dabao is bold.

Mr. Zhang's words sounded over their heads, "Dabao is wrong. I will talk about him when I go back today. He won't rob you any more, but you should remember that if you dare to make trouble and beat people in this West Street in the future, I will send you to prison immediately. "

On hearing that, Liu San trembled, "you, who are you?"

Mr. Zhang didn't answer him. He went back to the carriage, took the reins, turned the horse's head, and went out of the West Street.

Liu San looked at each other in the back.

....

After Mr. Zhang left, Dabao was so proud that he didn't even hurt himself. Thinking about Liu San's bruised face, he almost laughed.

"Brother in law, who dares to provoke us in the West Street?"

"That's it."

Three treasures are also proud of not, "I see Liu three they a few, later still dare with us horizontal?"

"Absolutely not. You don't know. I asked. My brother-in-law is very good at it. Today, he can give us a head start. It's estimated that it's as easy as chopping melons and cutting vegetables to crack up Liu San. "

Sanbao's eyes glowed. "Brother, how about letting my brother-in-law teach me some moves? In this case, I will not be afraid to go anywhere in the future. "

Dabao nodded, "I think it's OK. You wait. When elder brother is ready, go to find your brother-in-law to help you talk about it."

"Thank you, brother."

Two people are happy to talk, heard the sound of the horse's hoof, to look at, Sanbao stood up and ran out, see really is Zhang Ye, happy smile, happy ran forward, "brother-in-law, this is coming back soon!"

Mr. Zhang let out a "well", tied the horse and went directly to Dabao's house.

"Brother in law."

Dabao yelled affectionately and wanted to sit up.

"Don't move. Lie down."

Dabao lay back again, looking at Mr. Zhang's face, which was the same as when he had just gone. He was even more happy. He moved his head towards the edge of the Kang, lowered his voice, and asked excitedly, "brother-in-law, you beat them down so soon?"

Mr. Zhang's eyes didn't change when he looked at him.

But Dabao felt an invisible pressure coming over, and the smile on his face retreated. He moved his body uneasily, "sister, brother-in-law, what's the matter?"

"I did hit them..."

Dabao was very happy, and his head went up to him again. "Don't they dare to appear in the West Street any more?"

"No

Dabaoxi's hand beat on the Kang. "I knew that my brother-in-law was going out, and one would top three."

"I mean they won't leave West Street in the future."

Mr. Zhang's voice didn't fluctuate.

Dabao was stunned.

Mr. Zhang looked at him like this. "I've made it clear. It's your fault."

Dabao's eyes flashed, and then straightened his body, "brother-in-law, how can you say that? I'm not right. It's all up to me to recruit people."

"Right?"

Mr. Zhang's voice was slightly cold. "What's your ability?"

"I, I..."

"It's the ability to squeeze money."

"That's a skill, too."

Dabao refused, "they have the ability to press, but I didn't stop them."

"What you said is true, but the pressure of wages can only be put on those who have worked hard to find a living. It's not easy for them. A hard day is only to earn 20 or 30 Wen. If you press again, will they still have a way to live?"

"It can't be calculated like this. If I don't get them jobs, they'll be in vain. It's better to earn less than not."

"You're being unreasonable!"

"I'm not."

Big treasure stem under the neck, "this is the means, who has the means who can survive, no, can only be deserved."

"Well, I ask you, if you are killed today, do you deserve it?"