The Godly Rich System is looking for a replacement, and I've become a weapon!

This idiot is posing for a photo on the seaside railing.

It's spreading its arms wide, playfully embracing the ocean!

After finishing, he even saluted the sea, and it was a Young Pioneers salute!

Holy crap, he's got quite a status!

He's even a successor to communism!!!

On the other side, under the watchful eyes of Du Yu and Meng Ziyi, Zhang Yifang looked like a little superman.

It flew out with a "whoosh" from above the heads of the people at the table by the door.

I ran over to the guy posing on the bridge.

Although "Jiangcheng Little Forklift" only doubled in physical strength.

It's not even as good as that 'American Big Butt' with the shield.

However, with good physical fitness, mastering a few basic parkour moves shouldn't be a problem.

Upon reaching the bridge, Zhang Yifang used the momentum to slam onto the railing, sending himself flying high into the air.

The guy was giving the middle finger to God, reflecting on his short and pathetic life.

Suddenly, a large dark shadow enveloped him, followed by a sharp pain in his scalp, and he involuntarily blurted out.

"Holy crap!"

Zhang Yifang jumped up and grabbed his hair, pulling him off the bridge.

Hey!

He saved another life!

I wipe!

This bastard hasn't washed his hair in days, he grabbed my hand and got it all greasy!

He turned around angrily, but then he burst out laughing.

This guy is squatting on the ground, vigorously rubbing his head!

Zhang Yifang bent down and rubbed his hair oil on him, intending to offer him a cigarette.

When he reached into his pocket, he realized he hadn't brought any cigarettes, so he could only awkwardly ask for help.

"Dude, it's just smashing two cars, it's not like you're thinking of jumping into the sea, is it?"

Upon hearing this, Spray Guy was taken aback, clutching his still-aching head as he looked up at Zhang Yifang.

Have you heard my story?

Zhang Yifang laughed heartily:

"I witnessed your story! I was there when you were at the police station the day before yesterday. All these injuries you have were inflicted by my brother."

Speaking of his injuries, Jet Guy felt a dull ache and muttered to himself, "That bastard of your brother really went all out."

He completely blacked out the day before yesterday; the only clear memory he had was of being beaten, and he had forgotten everything else.

He only remembered what he had done by showing him surveillance footage; now he truly couldn't recall who Zhang Yifang was.

"Sorry, I drank too much the day before yesterday, I really can't remember."

"Hey, it's alright! I see you've had quite a bit to drink today. How about this? I'm here, you're not going to die anyway, how about another meal?"

Zhang Yifang gestured with his chin toward the shop and made a suggestion.

Jet Guy scratched his head, estimated Zhang Yifang's physique, and glanced regretfully at the sea.

"Dude, I'm out of money..."

"Stop talking nonsense, this meal is on me! Just tell me your story. I can tell from your face that you have more to say than what happened the day before yesterday."

Zhang Yifang and his wife must have been badger in their past lives, which is why they love gossip so much in this life.

……

At these seaside shops, some people like to sit at the door and eat while enjoying the sea breeze.

There were about ten tables of people eating outside the shop.

When Zhang Yifang led his men back, the people at the table he had just flown over clearly recognized him.

"Brother Fang, that combo you just used was so cool!"

One of the young men, emboldened by the alcohol, mustered his courage and gave a thumbs-up, shouting loudly.

"You know how to talk! This table is on me."

Zhang Yifang gave him a couple of light taps and responded with a smile.

"Thank you, Brother Fang!" ×10

When the young women and men at the table saw that the big shot had responded to them, they all shouted in unison.

Zhang Yifang raised his hand and gestured twice, telling them to eat properly.

As a result, the other table also shouted:

"Brother Fang, we just recorded a video. Do you think we could post it online?"

Zhang Yifang responded with a smile:

"Show me the picture later. Don't post it if it's not good."

Wow, quite a few people recognize him. After someone started talking to him, many people greeted him.

After entering the store, Zhang Yifang asked the waiter to change them to a private room, while he and the "spraying guy" went to wash their hands.

He dragged the jetpack guy over there.

This kid smashed cars and jumped into the sea, so he didn't feel comfortable letting Du Yu and the others be alone with him.

After returning to the private room and taking their seats, Zhang Yifang asked Du Yu to explain the situation to Meng Ziyi.

As it turns out, Meng Ziyi, this little girl, is actually an actress!

His thoughts were written all over his face; he looked at the sprayer guy with anticipation.

"My name is Zhang Yifang, what's your surname, buddy?"

Zhang Yifang handed a cigarette to the guy who was spraying the cigarette, and then lit it himself.

"My surname is Yin, Yin Baojun! I've heard of you before."

Yin Baojun took the cigarette, took out his lighter, and lit it.

Zhang Yifang shrugged. It wasn't surprising that he had heard of him in Jiangcheng.

"Could you tell me what happened? It shouldn't be about those two cars, right?"

Yin Baojun was basically half-drunk, and after hesitating for a moment, he spoke.

"It's also related to cars! Sigh, it's a long story."

"Brother, we're not in a hurry, just tell us slowly."

It was Meng Ziyi who spoke, and the girl even poured him some wine.

Logically speaking, with this girl's stunning looks, most men would be a little tipsy if she poured them wine.

Yin Baojun simply said thank you, downed the beer in his glass in one gulp, and after a moment's thought, began to tell his story.

"If you don't mind, I'll start from the beginning!"

After looking around, no one interrupted him, and Meng Ziyi nodded repeatedly.

"I married my wife eight and a half years ago! My family was poor back then, and I went to work in Italy just six months after we got married."

"At first, I got a work visa for working abroad, but later I just stayed in Italy illegally and worked there for eight years."

"For the past eight years, I've been living frugally abroad, like a fool, sending every penny I earned back home."

"I remember it very clearly, a total of 154 million was mailed home, and guess what happened next."

Zhang Yifang and Du Yu exchanged a glance and sighed inwardly, already knowing what this person had been through.

"The money is lost?"

Meng Ziyi blurted it out, and what's more, she even raised her hand.

This girl's thought process is quite peculiar; no wonder so many people criticize her online. I reckon her mouth has played a significant role in it.

Yin Baojun nodded, picked up the bottle but didn't pour any into the glass. He gulped down two mouthfuls before putting the bottle down and continuing to speak.

"That's right, I worked hard for eight years to earn money, and now I have none left, and I've lost my wife too."

"Damn it, I only found out when I got back that she had been using my money to support a gigolo during my second year in Italy."

"I worked like a slave abroad to earn some money, and those two spent it all!"

"Seven years, a full seven years! This adulterous couple has never worked a day in their lives, they've been supported by me the whole time, hahahahahaha! They live in my marital home, spend the money I earned, and sleep with my wife."

"Damn it, they treat me like a piece of entertainment, calling me every time they need to do something!"

"And they even told me it was about mining! Damn it!"

"The month before last, when the adulterous couple found out I was coming back, they not only ran off with the remaining money, but also sold my wedding house."

"When I returned home from abroad, I had nothing left."