Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Zhao Shanhe glanced down at Sun Changyou's coat pocket, which was patting loudly, then raised his eyelids and looked at him calmly:

"Ten yuan?"

"what!"

When Sun Changyou heard Zhao Shanhe respond, he assumed Zhao was complaining about the amount, and his smile deepened.

"What, you think it's not enough?"

He gritted his teeth and pulled two short, thick fingers out of his pocket:

"Alright! For the sake of us being classmates back then, I'll round it up for you, twenty!"

"Twenty should be enough, right? You're covered in engine oil, working yourself to the bone repairing cars, and at the end of the month, that's all you'll earn. If you were toiling in the fields in Kaoshantun, or doing odd jobs repairing cars at this repair shop, you'd work yourself to the bone for a month, and that's the most you'd make at most!"

Sun Changyou raised his chin slightly, a self-righteous smile playing on his lips, waiting for Zhao Shanhe to be moved.

Zhao Shanhe met his greasy, chubby face and shook his head decisively:

"I can't help you with this."

"As for the money, you can keep it yourself."

Sun Changyou's smug expression froze instantly. His mind, which had been full of calculations, felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, and his brows furrowed sharply.

"No, mountains and rivers..."

Zhao Shanhe raised his hand and pointed towards the shed where Old Zhou was sitting, cutting him off before he could finish speaking:

"Didn't Uncle Zhou just explain everything to you clearly?"

"State-owned factories have their own regulations, and the master craftsmen also have their own rules."

"If you need your car repaired, follow the factory's rules: queue up when you should, and get a receipt when you should."

Zhao Shanhe put his hands back into his cotton-padded coat pockets, looked down at Sun Changyou, who was half a head shorter than him, and spoke in a calm tone that exuded an unyielding firmness:

"I may know him well, but friendship is friendship and rules are rules. I can't just go over there and use my so-called face to force him to break my rules and ruin my reputation just because I know him."

After saying that, he didn't bother to look at Sun Changyou's expression anymore and glanced out of the construction shed.

The sun was already high in the sky, and it was almost noon.

"Alright."

Zhao Shanhe shoved both hands into his cotton-padded jacket pockets:

"I need to go home for dinner, so I won't linger here with you any longer."

"You can discuss the car issue with Uncle Zhou yourself."

After saying that, he turned around and strode towards the factory gate.

Zhao Shanhe walked swiftly and decisively, his feet barely touching the ground, without even a second of hesitation, and in the blink of an eye he had stepped across the threshold of the shed.

Sun Changyou stood frozen in place, his large hand still suspended in mid-air.

The cold wind in the construction shed howled and poured into his coat collar, making him feel stiff all over.

Oh shit!

Go home for dinner?!

I've been pouring my heart out to you for ages, bringing up our old friendship and even throwing out two whole ten-yuan bills, but in your eyes, Zhao Shanhe, it's not as important as you going home and having a couple of sips of corn porridge?!

That nonchalant attitude, as if brushing off a piece of grass, completely exposed Sun Changyou's greasy, fat face, tearing it to shreds.

Shame, frustration, resentment, and a raging fire of being looked down upon crashed into Sun Changyou's skull!

His fat twitched violently twice, his eyes became bloodshot, and his back teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

"Zhao Shanhe!"

Sun Changyou suddenly turned around and yelled at the top of his lungs.

The noise was extremely loud, shattering the silence of the courtyard. Old Zhou, who was sitting in the repair shed, holding a large, rough porcelain teacup, slightly lifted his eyelids and swept his cold gaze over.

Several apprentices who were wiping wrenches nearby also stopped what they were doing and peered cautiously towards the main entrance.

But Zhao Shanhe, who was walking in front, didn't even falter in his steps or twist his neck. He continued walking forward at a leisurely pace, treating the hoarse shouts as a breeze.

A surge of wicked anger mixed with shame rose straight to the top of his head, and Sun Changyou's greasy, fat face instantly turned a deep liver color, with the veins on his temples throbbing wildly.

"Zhao Shanhe! What the hell are you pretending to be deaf for?!"

Sun Changyou completely lost his guard. Wearing thick-soled leather shoes, he strode forward on his short, stubby legs and angrily chased after him through the muddy ground.

"I'm talking to you, are you wearing donkey hair in your ears?!"

"You shameless, arrogant bastard! What kind of high and mighty attitude are you putting on with me?!"

Sun Changyou got more and more worked up as he cursed, and caught up with Zhao Shanhe in a few steps. When he saw that Zhao Shanhe still wouldn't even turn his head, the shame and anger of being ignored completely overwhelmed his reason.

"Damn it! You actually think you're someone important?!"

He stretched out his large, fat hand and grabbed Zhao Shanhe's shoulder:

"I'll make you stand still—"

Snapped!

He hadn't finished speaking.

Zhao Shanhe suddenly pulled his right hand out of his cotton-padded jacket pocket and grabbed Sun Changyou's outstretched wrist!

The movements were so fast that they were almost invisible to the naked eye.

Sun Changyou felt as if a pair of iron clamps had suddenly been inserted into his wrist, a sharp, piercing pain shooting through his bones with a "crack," and the half-finished swear word he was uttering instantly changed into a different tone:

"Ouch--!"

The next second, Zhao Shanhe suddenly turned around.

Only then did the indifferent expression on his face completely disappear.

The tall man, over 1.8 meters tall, stood in front of Sun Changyou, his shoulders as broad as a wall, his dark eyes looking down at him, and Sun Changyou's previous arrogance inexplicably diminished.

"Sun Changyou".

Zhao Shanhe gripped his wrist, his voice not loud:

"Have I been too lenient with you?"

Sun Changyou's chubby face contorted in pain, but with so many people watching, he refused to back down. He suddenly raised his other hand, as if to shove Zhao Shanhe in the chest.

"You son of a bitch—"

Zhao Shanhe's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Shanhe suddenly tightened his grip on his right wrist, twisting and pressing it down!

With a sharp "crack," Sun Changyou's entire right arm was twisted behind his back, causing him to howl in pain. His voice cracked, and his bulky body uncontrollably arched forward like a shrimp.

Zhao Shanhe didn't give him a chance to push with his other hand. He took the opportunity to twist his left leg forward and wedged it into the back of Sun Changyou's two short and thick legs. Using the force of Sun Changyou's forward lean, he swung his right hand outward hard!

Use someone's strength against them, and go with the flow.

Sun Changyou's two-hundred-pound, fat-covered body drew a comical half-arc arc in the air, his cotton-padded shoes scraping against the frozen mud, and he was sent flying sideways with a "whoosh"!

boom--!

The mud in the yard was smashed and splashed everywhere!

Sun Changyou slammed hard into the mud puddle, the mud pouring down his coat collar and filling his once slicked-back hair with a head full of yellowish-black mud. He also choked on a mouthful of foul-smelling filth.

The fall was extremely heavy. Sun Changyou felt as if all the bones in his body had been broken, and his chest felt like it was being crushed by a millstone. He lay in the mud for a long time, unable to catch his breath, and could only struggle desperately like a fat catfish that was about to die.

"Cough cough... Ugh... Damn it... You..."

Old Zhou, standing at the entrance of the construction shed, didn't even shake his pipe; he just watched coldly.

Several young apprentices, gripping their wrenches, couldn't help but grin, but not a single one stepped forward to break up the fight.

Zhao Shanhe didn't even falter in his steps, and not even a speck of mud got on the hem of his cotton-padded jacket.

He shook the wrist he had just gripped, took two steps forward, and stood at the edge of the mud pit.

His towering figure, over 1.8 meters tall, stood like an iron tower, firmly pressing down under the midday sun, casting a heavy shadow that completely enveloped Sun Changyou.

Zhao Shanhe lowered his eyelids, looking down at the disheveled nouveau riche on the ground, his expression as cold and hard as a lump of raw iron in the dead of winter.

Sun Changyou had just struggled to lift his head out of the mud when he suddenly met those emotionless eyes, and the hairs on his body stood on end!

That look... it doesn't look like the eyes of an honest, poor farmer who shovels manure in the village at all!

A bone-chilling cold shot from his tailbone straight to his head. The vicious and vulgar words that Sun Changyou was about to utter were swallowed back down his throat. Only a gurgling sound came from his throat. He froze in the mud and dared not move.

Zhao Shanhe stared at him coldly, his voice not loud, but each word was like ice shards hitting frozen ground, crisp and piercing:

"Just because you've made some money abroad, you really think the world belongs to the Sun family?"

"We weren't particularly close back in school, and I've only been putting up with you out of respect for our time as classmates. I never expected you to actually think you're so important."

"Go back to your Jeep and stay inside."

"If you dare to scratch me again, next time it won't just be your wrist that gets broken."