Peach Pit Landlord - 9

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Chapter 9. Hooligans and landlord

The few guys Li Yuan met were all famous hooligans in the rundown neighborhood. The yellow hair at the head was called Han Bing, a few years older than Li Yuan. Others were his foxy and doggy friends, and Li Yuan had known them since childhood.

These people also lived in the rundown neighborhood, but none of them had stable jobs. They usually do nothing but scams and blackmail. The vast majority of people in the rundown neighborhood hate them, but can't do anything about these guys. Sometimes they get bullied by them.

In Li Yuan's memory, he had received a lot of anger from these people since he was a child. When he was young, he was often beaten by these people. When he was older, I was blackmailed by them to give a lot of money. In short, he suffered bitterness from this group of people.

Li Yuan had always wanted to resist, but because he was frail and sick since he was a child, a confrontation was simply asking for trouble. Although occasionally he would come up with some "conspiracy and tricks" to retaliate against each other, but in general he suffered a lot more. So even if he didn't hate this group of people, he was still extremely disgusting.

A few years ago, the boss of Han Bing and others was sentenced for the crime of provoking troubles and they had stopped for a while. However, they had recently reappeared. They often appeared on Guanqian Street at night and begun to charge those vendors a "management fee".

Li Yuan never expected that he would meet Han Bing and the others at the door of his house and he would be seen by the other party. He knew that it was too late to run again at this time. If he did that, he would definitely receive the hooligan's wrath in the future.

However, there was nothing good coming from Han Bing's call for Li Yuan. He definitely wanted to squeeze some oil from him. If Li Yuan didn't run away, the money he made from just selling tomatoes would be hard to keep.

Li Yuan, who was in a dilemma, squatted next to the tricycle and said loudly as he fiddled with the pedal, "Oh, this broken bike is broken again!"

Li Yuan pretended to be repairing the bike but actually took advantage of the opportunity that the other party’s vision was blocked by the tricycle and quietly stuffed most of the money under the wooden boards of the cart's body. He left a little over 100 yuan in his pocket. .

There was a reason why Li Yuan did this. If Han Bing found that he didn't have a penny in his pocket, they would have to beat him a few times to vent their anger. And if Han Bing and others didn't return empty-handed, Li Yuan would naturally avoid physical suffering. These were the experiences that Li Yuan has gained over the years. It may not sound out of the ordinary, but in fact they were all experiences gained in exchange for blood and tears.

As soon as the pretending Li Yuan hid the money, Han Bing led his friend to the tricycle. He lifted his leg and kicked the tricycle, swearing, "What a broken bike, throw it away!"

"It can't be thrown away. I borrowed this bike. If thrown away, I got to repay for it." Li Yuan stood up from the back of the bike and grudgingly smiled at Han Bing and the others: "What did you call me for?"

Han Bing said with a sullen expression: "Of course we called you for something! Brother Jun is about to come out recently. We have to take a good look at him to get rid of bad luck, but...our wallet seem to be tight recently."

Speaking of this, Han Bing tilted his head and looked at Li Yuan, and then sneered: "Looking at your youthful rosy appearance, you must be doing pretty well recently? Take out how much money you have, and let the brothers help you spend it!"

Han Bing had said the same thing to Li Yuan many times. For so many years, this group of guys had always been like this and not made any progress.

And Li Yuan's response method had not changed. He frowned and said: "Brother Bing, you know my situation. How can there be any surplus money? Be discreet, I only got around 100 yuan on me..."

Li Yuan said as he took out the change that he deliberately left in his pocket, which was immediately snatched by Han Bing. He quickly counted the changes in his hand, and his expression became ugly. He looked up at Li Yuan and said, "It's only more than a hundred yuan? Are you dismissing a beggar?"

"Budget been tight these days. These are all my asset!" Li Yuan simply turned out all his pockets to show Han Bing, indicating that he did not lie.

In summer, he don’t wear much, so Li Yuan had three pockets altogether on his body. Han Bing and others could easily see that,

He really had no money.
　　

Since there was no oil to squeeze from Li Yuan, Han Bing and the others didn’t bother to put more effort on him. Several people expressed their contempt for Li Yuan, the "poor ghost," and left with the money they had just obtained from him.

If it was a few days ago, one hundred yuan would make Li Yuan feel heartaches for a few days. But his current self had the shadow of a broad road in front of him. One hundred yuans was nothing.

But this didn't mean that Li Yuan didn't take this seriously. Even though he seemed calm on the surface, his heart was full of disgust for these hooligans.

Looking at the departing back of Han Bing and the others, the fake smile on Li Yuan's face gradually disappeared. He coldly muttered to himself: "I have tolerated so many years. Sooner or later, I will settle the account with you!"


In the past, Li Yuan wanted to teach Han Bing and others a lesson, he had to think of a way to do it secretly. And even if it was like that, it can only punish this group of people a little. There was no way to properly vent out of the disdain in his heart. What's more, he had to be careful not to be discovered by these guys. And now Li Yuan had a magical peach pit, his confidence was much stronger than before.

Li Yuan knew that Han Bing and others were insufferably arrogant in the rundown neighborhood, but they were really small and insignificant roles in society. Once Li Yuan makes a lot of money and gain social status by relying on the peach pit, it'll just be a simple effort to deal with this group of people.

 Li Yuan had already thought about it. He must take good care of this group at that time. Not only will he vent out anger for himself, but he also will avenge for the other neighbors who were bullied by them.

However, for Li Yuan, it was not time to retaliate against Han Bing and the others. Instead, he needed to go back and see how the ginseng planted yesterday looks like.

Putting the money hidden in the tricycle into his pocket, Li Yuan first returned the bike to his neighbor, Uncle Wang, and then walked home unhurriedly. When he was still some distance away from home, he saw someone standing at the door.

Seeing this person, Li Yuan's brows pinched again, and he couldn't help but quietly grumble: "What day is it today? How come I encounter these nasty guys!"

Standing in front of Li Yuan’s house was his landlord and Wu Hua’s father, Wu Jin Long. If Li Yuan were to make a ranking on the people he least wanted to see in this rundown neighborhood, Wu Jin Long was second only to Han Bing and others. He belonged to the category of people Li Yuan hates most.

Wu Jin Long was in his 50s. He had a beer belly and there were few hairs on the top of his head. He only relied on the long hair on one side and combed it to cover the top of his bald head. In Li Yuan's words, this was called "local support the central."

This kind of hairstyle was okay in normal times, but it will be a little troublesome in windy weather. And today happened to be very windy, so Li Yuan could see the long hair on the side of Wu Jin Long's head messily dance in the wind from a distance.

Wu Jin Long also saw Li Yuan, so he ignored his fluttering hair and greeted him loudly: "Little Li, you came back at a good time. I happen to look for you for some matters. Come, come!"

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