Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 1161: The good guy gets beaten
Another short and fat bastard also echoed, "Yes, Master Hu, this guy looks easy to deal with. We will go and get his money back for you. Just wait and count the money."

As they spoke, the two hooligans couldn't wait to chase in the direction Bang Geng left. Their steps were quick and urgent, as if they had already seen the beautiful scene of the thirty yuan going into their pockets.

The man with the goatee stood there, with his hands behind his back, still wearing that sinister smile on his face, thinking: Humph, this guy wants to take thirty yuan from me easily, it won't be that easy, wait for those two bastards to get the money back, and I can make a small profit again. Then, he turned around slowly, admiring the antique porcelain vase he had just obtained, while waiting for good news from the two bastards.

Banggeng walked happily with the thirty yuan in his pocket, and he had already started thinking about how to spend this "huge sum" of money, which was a huge sum for him.

"With these thirty yuan, I must first buy new clothes. My clothes have several holes in them and are patched up with patches. It's time to change them." Banggeng thought happily as he walked, as if he could already see himself wearing new clothes, strolling in the alley, with other people looking at him with envy.

"I also need to buy a new pair of shoes. My current shoes have my toes exposed and they hurt when I walk on the road..." The more Banggeng thought about it, the more excited he became, and his steps became lighter.

But he never expected that danger would come quietly not long after he left the black market. Suddenly, two hooligans rushed out from the darkness and blocked his way.

One of the tall and thin hooligans had a fierce look on his face. He glared at Bang Geng and yelled, "Boy, if you know what's best for you, hand over the money you just got, or you'll be in trouble today!"

Another short and fat thug also echoed, shaking the stick in his hand and said viciously: "Hmph, don't even think about resisting, just hand over the money obediently, and we can make you suffer less."

Bang Geng was startled by this sudden situation. He subconsciously hugged the bag of money in his arms and stepped back a few steps. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but he still pretended to be calm and said: "You...what do you want to do? This is my own money, why should I give it to you!"

The tall and thin gangster sneered: "Hmph, around this black market, there is no such thing as your money and my money. What we like is ours. If you don't accept our toast, don't blame us for being rude!" As he said that, he took a few steps closer to Bang Geng, his eyes revealing a fierceness, as if he would take action if Bang Geng said another word of resistance.

Bang Geng was a little scared. He knew that these two hooligans were not easy to deal with, but the thirty dollars was too important to him, and he was unwilling to just hand it over. He quickly scanned the surroundings, hoping to find a chance to escape.

At this critical moment, a figure flashed by in the distance. Bang Geng seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and shouted at the top of his voice: "Help! Help!"

The passerby heard the shout and paused, obviously stunned. He looked over here, and when he saw the two fierce-looking hooligans and the blocked gangster, his face turned pale instantly. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and without saying a word, he turned around and ran, so fast that it seemed as if there was a flood or a beast chasing him from behind.

The two hooligans were furious when they saw this. The tall and thin one yelled, "Damn it, I told you to yell, I'm going to punish you today!" As he said that, he rushed towards Bang Geng like a mad beast and reached out to grab the pocket of money in Bang Geng's arms.

Bang Geng was also pressed to the edge at this moment, he made up his mind, clenched his fist, and used all his strength to hit the thin and tall bastard hard in the face. With a "bang", the punch hit the bastard's face firmly.

The tall and thin bastard was hit so hard by the punch that he saw stars. He covered his face and staggered back a few steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "Ah, you little bastard, you dare to hit me!" He roared, his eyes full of anger, "Brothers, go ahead and beat him to death!"

The short and fat bastard also rushed up, waving the wooden stick in his hand and hitting Bang Geng's leg hard. Bang Geng wanted to dodge, but he was still a step too slow, and the wooden stick hit his calf hard. "Ah!" Bang Geng screamed, and a sharp pain came from his leg. His body tilted and he almost fell to the ground.

"Hmph, let's see if you dare to fight back!" The short and fat gangster smiled smugly and raised the wooden stick again to continue the attack.

Bang Geng endured the pain and cursed with gritted teeth: "You bad guys, I will fight you!" He rushed towards the short and fat guy and tried to hug him to stop him from attacking. The two of them immediately wrestled with each other and rolled on the ground.

After the tall and thin bastard recovered, he also joined the fight. He kicked Banggeng's back hard several times, cursing as he kicked: "I told you not to be obedient and to resist. If you don't hand over the money today, I will beat you half to death!"

Bang Geng's internal organs seemed to be dislocated by the kicks, and the pain made him sweat profusely. But he just didn't let go, hugged the short and fat guy tightly, and kept shouting: "Don't even think about taking my money, it's mine!"

The short and fat guy was a little breathless in Banggeng's embrace, and he hit Banggeng's back with a wooden stick, trying to break free. "Let me go, you lunatic!"

Bang Geng felt like his body was about to fall apart after being punched and kicked by the two hooligans. Every blow was like a hammer hitting him, and the excruciating pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe. His vision began to blur, and his consciousness was a little erratic, but his hands still subconsciously held the money in his arms tightly.

However, as the attacks became more and more fierce, Bang Geng gradually felt his strength draining away quickly, and the pain in his body had exceeded his endurance limit. He knew that if he continued like this, he might be beaten to death by these two bastards.

“Stop… stop hitting me… I… I’ll give you the money…” Banggeng shouted weakly, his voice full of helplessness and despair.

The two hooligans stopped when they heard this. The tall and thin hooligans panted and said viciously: "It would have been better if you had done this earlier. You have to be beaten to feel good, right?"

Bang Geng took out the thirty yuan he had guarded with his life from his arms with trembling hands. His eyes were full of reluctance, the thirty yuan that was originally full of hope had now become his disaster.

The short and fat bastard snatched the money and showed a smug smile on his face: "Huh, that's pretty good."

But the two hooligans seemed to be still unsatisfied. The tall and thin hooligans stepped forward and slapped Bang Geng's face several times. "Pa! Pa! Pa!" The crisp slapping sound was particularly loud in this quiet corner. Every slap made Bang Geng's face burn with pain, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"Let you fight back, kid. Remember this lesson and don't let us see you near the black market again!" The tall and thin gangster cursed as he beat him.

After the fight, the two thugs turned around and left cursing, leaving Banggeng lying on the ground, his body curled up in a ball, his face covered in blood and dirt, his eyes filled with tears of anger and grievance.

The courtyard was exceptionally quiet in the middle of the night, with only Banggeng's heavy and staggering footsteps echoing in the alley. When he finally arrived at the front door of the Jia family, he was already exhausted.

Inside the room, Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu were sitting on the edge of their seats. They stared at the door, worried. This kid never came home so late. I hope nothing happened. "Knock, knock, knock," there was a slight knock on the door. The two of them jumped up from their stools like startled rabbits. Qin Huairu ran to open the door. As soon as the door opened, the dim light sprinkled on Banggeng's bloodstained and miserable body. Qin Huairu's eyes widened immediately, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"My son, what's wrong with you?" Jia Zhang also walked over tremblingly, her voice filled with tears.

Banggeng leaned against the door frame weakly, his lips trembling, and it took him a long time to recover. He looked at the anxious eyes of his grandmother and mother, and his heart ached, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

"Mother...I...I originally earned thirty yuan, but...but the money was stolen..." Banggeng said while choking.

"What? Thirty yuan? Where did you earn the money? How come you were robbed? Come on, come into the house and talk." Jia Zhang said as she and Qin Huairu supported Bang Geng into the house.

After sitting down in the room, Banggeng drank some water and then told the whole story in detail. He told the whole story from how Yan Jiecheng asked him to hide the antiques, how he saw through the conspiracy and went to the black market to sell the antiques, to how he encountered the goatee and the two hooligans who robbed him of his money.

After hearing this, Jia Zhang frowned and complained, "Silly child, why didn't you ask me to help you with such a big thing as making money? If I were here, would those bastards have taken the money away? Humph, you've suffered a great loss."

Qin Huairu was standing by, also with a look of heartache on her face. She gently stroked Banggeng's wound, tears streaming down her face. "Son, you scared me to death. Don't do this kind of thing again. The money is gone, the most important thing is that the person is safe."

Jia Zhang slapped her thigh in pain, muttering, "Thirty yuan is not a small amount of money. It was robbed away like this. This is not good. We must get our money back." As she spoke, she glared at Banggeng and said, "Banggeng, go call the police and ask them to arrest those bad guys and get our money back."

Qin Huairu was shocked when she heard this, and her face turned pale. She quickly pulled Jia Zhang's arm and said anxiously, "Mom, please don't give me any advice. Calling the police is not an option!"

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Jia Zhang looked at Qin Huairu with a puzzled look on her face: "Why not? We are the victims. Those people robbed our money, so we have to let the police deal with them."

Qin Huairu frowned and lowered her voice and said, "Mom, don't you understand? Banggeng got this money from selling antiques on the black market. Trading on the black market is illegal. If we call the police, they will investigate and arrest Banggeng as well. We will be in big trouble then."

Jia Zhang sat there, frowning even more deeply, her face full of annoyance and helplessness. She knew in her heart that Qin Huairu was right, and if she called the police, Bang Geng would be finished. But the thirty yuan was gone, and she was really unwilling to accept it.

After a moment of silence, Jia Zhang came back to her senses, looked at the wound on Banggeng's body, and said distressedly: "Banggeng, let's not worry about the money for now, you need to treat your injury quickly. If there is red medicine at home, apply some on it to prevent the wound from getting infected."

As she said this, she stood up and searched through the boxes and cabinets in the house, but after searching for a long time, she still couldn't find the red medicine. Jia Zhang stamped her feet anxiously: "What should I do? We don't have red medicine at home."

Qin Huairu said, "Mom, why don't I go buy some? It's late at night, I don't know if the pharmacy will be open."

Jia Zhang thought for a moment and waved her hand: "Don't go. It's not safe to go out in the middle of the night. Go to the third uncle's house and borrow some red medicine. He might have it."

Qin Huairu hesitated a little: "It's not a good idea to disturb the Third Master in the middle of the night, right?"

Jia Zhang frowned and said, "It's already this late, why are you still bothering about that? Bang Geng's injury is more important, go quickly and tell him that we borrowed it and will return it after we're done."

Qin Huairu nodded, took a bowl and went out to the third uncle's house. The night was very quiet, and Qin Huairu's footsteps were particularly clear in the alley. She was a little nervous, wondering if the third uncle would have any objections to her going to borrow something in the middle of the night.

After a while, Qin Huairu arrived at the door of the Third Uncle's house. She knocked gently and called softly, "Third Uncle, are you asleep? It's me, Qin Huairu."

The third uncle was sleeping soundly when he was woken up by the knock on the door and Qin Huairu's shouting. He felt a little impatient and put on his clothes while mumbling.

"Who is it at this late hour?" The third uncle opened the door and saw that it was Qin Huairu. He frowned slightly and said, "Qin Huairu, it's so late. What's the matter?"

Qin Huairu said a little embarrassedly: "Uncle, I'm so sorry to bother you so late. This is what happened. Banggeng is injured, and we don't have any red medicine at home. I want to borrow some from you to apply on Banggeng's wound."

When the third uncle heard this, he was not very happy. He was a stingy person to begin with, and when he heard that someone was here to borrow something, and red medicine was a rare thing at that time, he was reluctant to lend it out.

"Mercury red? We're out of it. We used it up at home and haven't had time to buy more." The third uncle said calmly.

At this time, Third Aunt heard the noise and came out of the house. She looked at Qin Huairu's anxious expression, then looked at Third Uncle, and understood what was going on. Third Aunt was a kind person, and before Third Uncle could say anything, she hurried back to the house to get the red medicine.

"Qin Huairu, don't listen to him. Here is some mercurochrome. Take it and give it to Banggeng. The child is injured and we can't delay." The third aunt said as she handed the mercurochrome to Qin Huairu.

The third uncle was a little embarrassed and snorted, "You are so generous. We may need this red medicine in the future."

The third aunt glared at him and said, "Stop complaining. The child's injury is a serious matter. The red medicine is just sitting there. Saving the child is the most important thing."

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