Rebirth 77: From Beachcombing to Becoming a Tycoon and Spoiling My Wife

"Yang Bai, I feel really guilty about what Zhang Sheng did this time. I have nothing to say in my defense; it was indeed my fault for not being strict enough in supervising him."

Hou Sanli looked anxious, his back was already covered in a thin layer of sweat, he was really flustered.

There are very few experienced boat operators in the county right now.

Anyone with a bit of skill is a captain who can work independently, supporting his crew of sailors and unwilling to lend their services to others.

This time, Zhang Sheng was a senior crew member who was temporarily transferred from another county to help for three days, thanks to several connections he had made.

When I saw that he volunteered and was very enthusiastic, I let my guard down. I never expected that he would deliberately cause trouble behind my back.

He has an unshirkable responsibility for this matter.

Yang Bai is a true benefactor. If he were to lose people's hearts due to his negligence, he would not only be unable to explain the development of the fleet, but he would also be unable to explain himself to the county leaders and would definitely be held accountable and questioned.

Yang Bai shook his head slightly, his expression indifferent, showing no sign of blaming him.

"It's not your fault. In the end, it's because we're short-handed enough people who know how to operate steel boats."

But don't worry, we've already started training new people, so we won't be constrained by manpower shortages anymore.

Now that Wu Anshun is out of prison, he is narrow-minded and ruthless by nature, and he will certainly not behave himself.

Even if Zhang Sheng hadn't secretly caused trouble today, someone else would have been bribed to stir up trouble in the future. These kinds of insidious schemes will come knocking on your door sooner or later.

The truly disgusting person was never Zhang Sheng, but Wu Anshun, who was hiding behind the scenes.

At this moment, mutual suspicion and resentment within the organization have created rifts, which has only played into the other side's trap of sowing discord.

Upon hearing this, Hou Sanli felt a huge weight lifted from his shoulders and nodded emphatically.

"That's good, that's good. From now on, I will definitely scrutinize personnel more strictly and investigate their backgrounds more thoroughly."

We'd rather go through the trouble of double-checking than let our brothers suffer this humiliation again.

He calmed himself down slightly and began to report.

"By the way, Yang Bai, the payment for the tuna catch last time should be transferred to the village tomorrow. Remember to check the accounts and collect it when you have time. If there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

After saying that, Hou Sanli got on his bicycle, pedaled away, and disappeared at the end of the path at the village entrance.

The sky darkened, and the evening breeze carried the coolness of the sea.

Yang Bai looked up at the twilight sky, then turned to his brothers behind him and spoke loudly.

"It's getting late, everyone should go back and rest."

With me here, we'll continue fishing at sea and make a lot of money steadily!

Upon hearing this, the fishermen's faces instantly lit up with bright smiles, their eyes shining and their spirits soaring.

Yang Bai is their backbone. As long as he comes back to take charge, everyone will feel relieved and no longer have to live in fear or be manipulated.

The crowd dispersed in response. Yang Bai mounted his motorcycle, twisted the throttle, and prepared to return home. Several close brothers followed closely behind him.

The car continued on its way and soon entered a narrow, remote country road.

The night was pitch black, the roadside vegetation was lush and dark, and there was no one around, making visibility extremely poor.

Yang Bai raised his hand and turned on the motorcycle headlight. The dazzling yellow light instantly pierced the dark night and illuminated the road ahead.

But in the middle of the road at the end of the lamplight, several dark figures stood blocking the only way out, refusing to budge an inch.

Yang Bai's brows furrowed suddenly, alarm bells rang in his mind, and he immediately honked the horn.

The blaring horn sounded particularly loud on the quiet country road, but the people blocking the way remained motionless, showing no intention of giving way.

His nerves tensed instantly.

The countryside in the 1970s was never peaceful. Idle migrants and gangs often ambushed and robbed people on remote roads.

This group of people uses a simple and crude method to identify others' identities and wealth: they only look at whether they have a car and whether their clothes are nice or not.

Riding a brand-new motorcycle, one is seen as an easy target by others and will inevitably be deliberately targeted.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Bai twisted his wrist and suddenly turned the throttle, the motorcycle engine roared, and it accelerated straight ahead, intending to forcefully break through the obstruction.

The bright headlights swept across everyone's faces. Yang Bai glanced at them, his pupils contracted slightly, and he froze instantly.

The people blocking their way were no ordinary robbers; the leader was none other than Zhang Sheng, who had just been driven away! However, he was no different from any other robber.

He looked closer and saw that the dozen or so thugs behind Zhang Sheng were all holding metal weapons, which gleamed coldly. Some of them even carried sharp machetes, exuding a murderous aura. It was clear that they had deliberately laid an ambush and were intent on revenge.

Yang Bai sneered inwardly.

It seems that Zhang Sheng, having failed in his scheme, is now planning to take a desperate gamble and kill Zhang Sheng.

Did Wu Anshun cast a spell on him to make him do this?

Seeing the motorcycle speeding towards him, a fierce glint flashed in Zhang Sheng's eyes, and he roared at the top of his lungs.

"If the car comes charging at us, chop off its tires! Once the tires go flat and the car flips over, everyone rush in and finish it off!"

Upon hearing this, the thugs beside him held their breath, gripped their machetes tightly, tensed their bodies, and looked fierce with no sign of retreat or fear. They were just waiting for the car to get closer before making their move.

In the blink of an eye, the motorcycle had already rushed up to the crowd.

"cut!"

Zhang Sheng roared and swung his knife down!

At the critical moment, Yang Bai remained calm and reacted extremely quickly, instantly squeezing the brakes and lowering the car's center of gravity.

The immense inertia caused the front of the motorcycle to suddenly drop downwards, while the rear of the motorcycle jerked upwards.

Immediately afterwards, he precisely controlled the car, and the rear wheel, which had been raised high, swung out horizontally with the help of inertia!

The three thugs closest to the wheel had no time to react before the rapidly spinning rear wheel slammed into their faces.

Three muffled thuds rang out simultaneously, and the four men were instantly smashed, their faces covered in blood and their teeth flying out.

His body flew backwards several meters like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. He immediately lost consciousness and could no longer get up.

Yang Bai's motorcycle skills in his previous life were also excellent. After all, he was rich and single, so he enjoyed these things without any worries.

Zhang Sheng took two steps back and was stunned by the bloody scene before him.

He swallowed hard and said, "Go! Keep going! My brother-in-law said that if we chop Yang Bai into the hospital, each of us gets a hundred!"

Yang Bai chuckled. "One hundred each? That's so stingy! I'll give you two hundred each to go and chop up Zhang Sheng."

He pointed at Zhang Sheng, who was hiding behind him, and took out a stack of ten-yuan notes.

Those underlings were indeed a little hesitant; they all turned around and glanced at Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng roared, "You bunch of idiots, why are you looking at me? He's lying to you. If you lay a hand on me, you'll all be in jail! Hurry up and do it, or we won't be able to do it when their people arrive!"

He was truly exasperated; they were practically inseparable now, and he still wanted to take his pants off after getting them stained.

The underlings thought about it and realized it made sense, so they turned their blades on Yang Bai again and slashed at him simultaneously.

Yang Bai shifted his buttocks back, causing the front of the car to lift up.