Every time he went out with Mo Qianni, they would always go to some weird places.
The first time, they went to a gangster company. The second time, they went to a popular food stall. This was the third time they went out. Yang Cheng was already mentally prepared, but when they arrived at their destination, he was still stunned for a long time.
"Zhongnan Engineering and Construction Co., Ltd." This was a company, but the place they were at was not where the company was located, but a construction site that was contracted by the company.
Iron brown steel bars, gray cement, and all kinds of rock fragments were piled up on the side. The air was filled with dust, and under the sunlight, it was a misty scene.
Surrounding them were construction workers wearing yellow helmets. Many of them were bare-chested, revealing their bronze skinny muscles. Their pants were soaked with sticky sweat, and their faces were covered in mud and dust. Even if they smiled at you, you would feel that they were crying.
People often say that the sweat of farmers irrigated the crops, but wasn't it the sweat of construction workers that piled up the skyscrapers?
"This, Miss Mo, are you sure you didn't go to the wrong place?" Yang Chen looked at Mo Qianni who was dressed in beautiful attire as she carefully walked on the bumpy stone path. He really doubted how long her high heels could last.
Mo Qianni wiped the sweat on her forehead and said in a bad mood, "I told you to follow me, don't talk nonsense!"
Yang Cheng smiled at Shanshan and did not take it to heart.
Mo Qianni ignored him and continued to walk forward. She met a middle-aged man who looked like a supervisor. He was wearing the blue uniform of Zhongnan Company, and he was directing a few workers to move the cement.
"Brother, may I ask where the workshop of this construction site is?" Mo Qianni asked politely.
The supervisor looked at her in surprise. He wondered why such a beautiful girl would come to a dirty construction site and look for the company's office. He guessed that she might be a civil servant from a government department, so he greeted her with a smile and told Mo Qianni the location of the office.
The so-called office was a temporary plywood house, but such a large construction company naturally had good facilities. Other than being a little empty, it was not much different from a real office. There was air conditioning and a TV.
There was only a big wooden desk in the office. A middle-aged man with a big belly and wearing a gray suit of an inferior brand was holding the phone and shouting in a dialect. When he saw Mo Qianni and Yang Cheng enter the door, he was first stunned by Mo Qianni's charm, then he looked at the two thoughtfully.
After hanging up the phone, the fat man showed a hearty smile and reached out to Mo Qianni. "What can I do for you, Miss?"
Mo Qianni naturally ignored the man's outstretched hand and said indifferently, "Where is Zhang Fugui? I'm here to take him back. "
Fatty wanted to shake hands with Zhang Fugui, but he was not embarrassed. When he heard the name "Zhang Fugui", his pair of mung bean eyes narrowed, almost invisible. "You are Zhang Fugui's daughter?"
Mo Qianni frowned, but she still nodded. "Yes."
Yang Cheng, who was behind, looked at this scene curiously. He did not expect that Mo Qianni's father was here, and it seemed that something had happened. He remembered that a while ago, Mo Qianni told him that her father had died a long time ago. In other words, this Zhang Fugui was likely to be her stepfather.
Yang Cheng did not speak and quietly watched the development of the situation. He leisurely lit a cigarette and silently smoked.
"Did you bring the money?" Fatty seemed to have changed his face all of a sudden. He looked at Mo Qianni with a bit of arrogance, as if he had suddenly become a notch above others.
Mo Qianni quietly took out a stack of red bills from her small leather bag. It looked like a lot and said, "This is five thousand Hua Xia dollars. Let him go."
"Five thousand?" Fatty laughed out loud. "Five thousand is the number just now. It has been a while since your gambling addict father called you. Now he owes more than five thousand!"
"What!?" Mo Qianni's face became more and more ugly. She suppressed her anger and asked, "He lost again!?"
Fatty snorted a few times and smoked a cigarette. He pointed to the room next door. "Go in and see for yourself. See how much he lost."
Mo Qianni turned around and left the office like the wind. She walked to the room next door and forcefully pushed the door open.
The smell of cigarettes and alcohol rushed out. Mo Qianni suddenly choked on the disgusting smell and coughed twice. Then she saw the situation in the room.
There were only a few tables and benches in this room. There were scattered poker cards, pai gow, and mahjong everywhere. The cement floor was filled with cigarette butts and empty beer bottles. Two shaking incandescent light bulbs were emitting a faint light.
At this moment, in the room, there were seven or eight men dressed casually around the largest table. There was a person sitting at each end of the table.
A man with a long face was wearing an unbuttoned white shirt. His hair was standing up, and he was smoking a cigarette. He had one foot on the bench and looked very relaxed.
Opposite him, there was another figure trembling. He was wearing a yellow short-sleeved shirt. His face was covered in dirt. There were many wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and forehead. His whole face was so thin that the flesh on his cheeks was particularly protruding. He looked very depressed.
When the people in the room saw the door being pushed open, they all turned to look. When they saw that it was a charming woman who opened the door, all of their eyes lit up.
Only the middle-aged man with a stooped body and listless eyes showed a look of ecstasy when he saw Mo Qianni. It was as if he had instantly drilled out of the mud into the clouds. He rushed to Mo Qianni and grabbed Mo Qianni's shoulders with both hands. He shook Mo Qianni and shouted, "Girl! Give me money! Give me money! I want to turn the tables! Give me money!!! "
Mo Qianni's shoulders hurt from being grabbed, but she didn't break free. Her eyes were red as she smiled bitterly and said, "How much do you want?"
"As much as you have! I want to turn the tables!! "The man shouted as if he had been injected with a stimulant.
At this time, the other men also understood. The man with the hair standing up grinned and said, "Girl, you should be the daughter that Zhang Fugui mentioned. Your father Zhang Fugui still owes me twenty thousand gambling debts. Help him pay it off before you gamble with me. "
Zhang Fugui's face turned red. He turned around and shouted, "Don't be too happy, Dajun! I'll gamble with you after I get the money! When the time comes, I'll make you owe me twenty thousand! "
"Twenty thousand …" Mo Qianni's pretty face turned pale. She looked at Zhang Fugui's crazy back and said, "It's only been half an hour and you suddenly went from five thousand to twenty thousand? Do you know what you're doing!? "
"I …" Zhang Fugui turned around and saw that Mo Qianni's eyes were already misty with tears. He finally realized that something was wrong. He clenched his teeth and said, "I made a mistake just now. Don't worry about it, I'll win it all back later!"
"A mistake? How long has it been since you made a mistake? How many years has it been? How much money did I give you?! Do you know that that money is enough to buy a house in Zhong Hai!? "Mo Qianni finally couldn't help but loudly scold him.
Zhang Fugui wanted to get angry, but when he thought about how he didn't have any money and still had to look up to his nominal daughter, he could only lower his voice and smile, "Girl, you can't say that. People always have bad luck. Don't cry, it's useless even if you cry! If you don't have money, you have to win it back! "
"You told me that you came to Zhong Hai to work! You said that you came to the construction site to be a cement worker! But you started gambling in less than a day!! " Mo Qianni screamed, tears flowed out of her eyes, and she panted, "Money is earned, not won. How long will it take for you to understand!?"
Zhang Fugui didn't know what to say and could only roar, "Don't be so long-winded! Take out the money!! "
"Not giving! If I give it to you, you go and gamble. Do as you see fit! "
Mo Qianni's anger rose. She struggled to shake off Zhang Fugui and was about to turn around and leave.
Zhang Fugui was anxious. He fiercely grabbed Mo Qianni's hand and began to snatch the purse in Mo Qianni's hand. He crazily shouted, "Give it to me!"
"You! Let go!! " Mo Qianni was a woman after all. How could she compete with a man's strength? The purse in her hand was about to be snatched away inch by inch.
When the men in the room saw this scene, they all laughed and shouted in schadenfreude.
"Zhang Fugui, you really can't do it. Your daughter doesn't listen to you!"
"Your daughter is too lazy to save you. You old gambler deserves it! Haha … "
Zhang Fugui's anger rose. He lost money and lost face. His head suddenly turned hot. He raised his hand and was about to slap Mo Qianni!
Mo Qianni also realized that Zhang Fugui wanted to hit her, but she couldn't let go of the purse. She could only tilt her head to avoid being hit as much as possible. She closed her eyes in shock, and her face was filled with pain and sorrow.
At this moment, before Zhang Fugui's hand could fall, it was grabbed by another hand in mid-air, making it difficult for him to move an inch.
"Hey, it's not like your daughter took your money. Why are you hitting your daughter?" Yang Cheng stood in front of Mo Qianni and suddenly stopped Zhang Fugui's movements.
Zhang Fugui was stunned. He panted heavily and asked, "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that you can't hit her and you can't steal her money." Yang Cheng said.
"This is my family's business. I want to take money from my daughter. What does it have to do with you!? Why can't I hit my daughter!? "Zhang Fugui shouted arrogantly.
"If you're so powerful, why don't you fight with that group of people? And as far as I know, Mo Qianni isn't your biological daughter. You're just a nominal daughter. Don't think too highly of yourself. " After Yang Cheng said this coldly, he exerted force on Zhang Fugui's hand, causing Zhang Fugui to take a few steps back.
Mo Qianni, who was prepared to receive a beating, raised her head, and saw that it was Yang Chen who was blocking in front of her. Seeing his not-so-wide back made her heave a sigh of relief, and a trace of warmth flowed through her heart.
However, when she thought about how this gambling-addicted stepfather was so rude to his daughter who came to save him, and even wanted to hit her, Mo Qianni felt sad. Her heart felt like it was being gnawed by countless insects. Countless grievances accumulated in the past gushed out, and she couldn't help but sob.
Yang Cheng looked at the woman who was already sobbing and only knew how to wipe her tears. He finally understood why Mo Qianni would drag him here. This kind of situation, no woman would dare to come alone!
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