Xiao Qian was startled: "Damn, you tricked me!"
Zhang Chunjiang said, "Young Master Qian, please let me finish. In other people's hands, it's only worth 10,000 yuan, but didn't our company just win the bid for the tire factory to buy computers? Mr. Qian's idea is to give this batch of computers to them to get the job!"
Zhang Chunjiang's voice was very low, almost touching Xiao Qian's ear. Xiao Qian was already familiar with this kind of thing. He nodded and said, "Hmph, Li Dong from the computer department of the tire factory is an old friend of our family. Even if he can tell that we've replaced the old parts with brand-name computer cases, he won't say anything. I told him my dad told me to buy this pile of junk. Turns out it's very useful."
Zhang Chunjiang laughed and said, "So, Zhao Qiang is going to be disappointed today."
With Zhang Chunjiang's support, Xiao Qian shouted loudly, "Thirty thousand!"
This time, however, it was Zhao Qiang's turn to hesitate. Although he needed these old computers as materials for Xiao Wei's renovation, it would be too stupid to offer such a high price. He could probably buy twice as many goods with 30,000 yuan from outside!
At this moment, Luo Xiaowei also realized it wasn't worth it. She whispered to Zhao Qiang, "Zhao Qiang, don't be impulsive. Although I don't understand your business, these goods are clearly not worth this much money. I advise you to give up."
Zhao Qiang nodded and said to Director Wang, "Congratulations on getting such a high price!" Then Zhao Qiang waved to Zhang Chunjiang, "Congratulations to you for getting a piece of junk too." After saying that, Zhao Qiang left with Luo Xiaowei.
With no one bidding anymore, the joy of winning vanished instantly. Spending 30,000 yuan on a pile of junk worth only 10,000 yuan was truly foolish. Even if they had mixed them in with the machines the tire factory bought, computers were currently cheap, and they would have needed at least seven or eight to recoup the extra 20,000 yuan loss. The winner began to regret it; he had lost 20,000 yuan for nothing! With that money, he could have easily bought used computers anywhere, with much better specs.
Director Wang stepped forward and said to Xiao Qian, "Congratulations, Mr. Qian, on your great success. After you pay, you can call a car to pick up the goods."
Xiao Qian cursed under his breath, "He your mother's leg!" Luckily, Director Wang didn't hear him, otherwise he would have been furious with him.
Zhang Chunjiang awkwardly advised Xiao Qian, "We've lost a lot of money, but we still won. Call a truck to come and pick up the goods."
Xiao Qian cursed again: "Damn it, is that guy surnamed Zhao deliberately trying to set me up? Zhang Chunjiang, didn't you brag about having connections in society? You even said you had people lying in ambush here to teach those who dared to compete with us a lesson. Now, send someone to teach him a lesson right now. I want to see him get his comeuppance immediately!"
Seeing that his master was indeed angry, Zhang Chunjiang didn't say much. He immediately took out his phone to notify the ambush. Actually, he wanted to deal with Zhao Qiang even more than Xiao Qian, but he couldn't overstep his authority without his master's permission. Now, he was using the boss's name and money to do what he wanted, which was truly gratifying.
The road to the lock factory had been in disrepair for years. Luo Xiaowei drove slowly. Zhao Qiang was a little unhappy because he hadn't been able to buy a used computer. Luo Xiaowei comforted him, saying, "You're acting like this because of one business failure?"
Zhao Qiang said, "No, I'm just angry at Zhang Chunjiang. We used to be colleagues, and he was actually my mentor. Just a few days ago, we were getting along very well and chatting. I never thought we would end up like this. Actually, I didn't offend him. Last time, he deliberately used a broken board to frame me, as if we had a huge grudge against each other."
Luo Xiaowei said, "It's all about interests. There's a conflict of interest between you. The better you perform, the more he fails in front of Wang Yidong. In the end, his resignation is also closely related to you. Do you think he won't hate you?" Luo Xiaowei seemed to know a lot about these things, but unfortunately, Zhao Qiang was too preoccupied to think about how Luo Xiaowei knew.
Zhao Qiang sighed. Who was to blame for this? He just wanted to do his job well and earn more money to support himself, but he never expected that this would make Zhang Chunjiang hold a grudge.
Suddenly, the Ford braked. Someone had placed three large rocks in the middle of the road. The car's chassis was too low for it to pass. As Zhao Qiang got out of the car, he said, "Whose kid is so inconsiderate? I'll move them."
Luo Xiaowei also got out of the car. "I'll help you. The rock is quite big."
Suddenly, a voice shouted from behind: "Kill him! Take the woman to the factory and gang rape her!"
Zhao Qiang turned around and saw at least twenty young men rushing out of an abandoned factory by the roadside, each carrying an iron pipe. The leader was even holding a machete. Luo Xiaowei also heard the noise and turned around. She was completely stunned.
Zhao Qiang grabbed Luo Xiaowei and shouted, "Run!"
With rocks blocking the road ahead and pursuers behind, Zhao Qiang couldn't turn the car around in time. Even if he put it in reverse, they could probably smash the window and drag him out. So Zhao Qiang chose to abandon the car and run away.
Luo Xiaowei broke free from Zhao Qiang's grasp: "Wait, I grabbed my bag!"
Zhao Qiang cursed inwardly, "What time is it? You're still thinking about bags?"
Not only was Luo Xiaowei thinking about her bag, she even turned off the car, pulled out the key, and pressed the remote lock while running. What a thoughtful girl, she didn't forget to lock the car even when escaping for her life.
The two had barely run ten meters when their pursuers caught up with the car. Fortunately, they didn't take their anger out on the vehicle; their target was Zhao Qiang and Luo Xiaowei. Although they didn't say anything, Zhao Qiang could guess pretty accurately that Zhang Chunjiang and Xiao Qian, who had suffered a loss in the bidding, had brought these people. Perhaps they had been lying in wait, just waiting to teach a lesson to anyone who dared to trip up Xinhua Computer in the bidding. He had just walked right into their trap.
"Ouch!" Luo Xiaowei nearly fell to the ground, but Zhao Qiang reached out and grabbed her. "What happened?"
Luo Xiaowei said in pain, "My heel is broken. You should run. They won't do anything to me, I'm just a girl."
Those men were shirtless and tattooed, looking exactly like the young man who tried to extort money from the shop last time by replacing a motherboard. Zhao Qiang didn't believe they were good people; leaving Luo Xiaowei here would definitely not be a good thing.
Zhao Qiang tossed the notebook off his backside, then bent down, pulled Luo Xiaowei behind him, grabbed her buttocks with both hands, hoisted her onto his back, and ran away as fast as he could.
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Volume 1 [063] The Great War
Luo Xiaowei is not a plump girl; she weighs about 80 or 90 pounds. But don't underestimate those 80 or 90 pounds; carrying her while running is not an easy task.
The pursuers were in a hurry, and the iron pipe behind them could hit her with just one more push. Luo Xiaowei turned around and was so frightened that her face turned pale. The blond young man running in front was desperately stretching out his arm to touch her buttocks!
"Zhao Qiang, they're catching up. Put me down and run by yourself." Luo Xiaowei still believed that these people wouldn't dare to do anything to her. Perhaps it was because she thought women had an advantage, or perhaps it was because she was someone of status, and these people wouldn't be so careless.
Zhao Qiang dared not let them go and quickened his pace: "No, don't say anything, I'll shake them off."
Luo Xiaowei advised him, "You can't run if you carry me."
Zhao Qiang gritted his teeth: "Even if I can't run, I have to run!"
So Zhao Qiang took the lead, with more than twenty young men chasing after him. The two sides were always more than two meters apart. Gradually, the young men with poor stamina fell behind, while only the blond-haired youth and the one with the dragon and tiger tattoos continued to lead. If Zhao Qiang looked back, he would definitely recognize the one with the dragon and tiger tattoos; he was the one who beat him up at the computer company.
The blond-haired man, panting heavily as he ran, cursed, "Damn it, Zhang Chunjiang lied. He said that kid was no good, yet he ran so fast while carrying someone on his back. What kind of bullshit is this? I can barely run anymore."
Wenlong said, "Chase him! We must catch him! I suffered a great loss last time, and this time I'm going to get my revenge no matter what!"
The tattooed young man chimed in, "Yes, yes, grit your teeth and persevere. He'll definitely be the first to run out of energy while carrying someone."
When Zhao Qiang first started running, he was panting heavily due to nervousness, but later, as he calmed down, he was surprised to find that he didn't feel tired at all! And he was running while carrying someone! Could it be that his hopping shoes were working? Zhao Qiang was overjoyed!
Luo Xiaowei asked Zhao Qiang anxiously from her back, because speaking so close to his ear made him feel ticklish, "Zhao Qiang, can you hold on? Put me down and run, my feet are fine."
Zhao Qiang was no longer out of breath, and he said with a rather relaxed and smug expression, "It's alright, don't worry, just watch how I exhaust them!"
Luo Xiaowei thought to herself, "You dare to say you'll exhaust them to death behind their backs? Even athletes wouldn't dare to brag like that."
Although the road to the lock factory was remote, it wasn't long. Zhao Qiang found that he could walk very fast even while carrying someone on his back. In order not to let the pursuers behind him give up the chase, Zhao Qiang had to slow down and lure the enemy deeper into the city. Just as Zhao Qiang was about to enter the bustling city, he turned a corner and entered another remote alley.
Luo Xiaowei realized they were going the wrong way: "Zhao Qiang, why don't you go into the street ahead? There are more people there, they won't dare to chase us."
Zhao Qiang said, "What's the point if they don't come after us?"
"Ah..." Luo Xiaowei was speechless.
The blond-haired man staggered, saying, "Damn it, don't run away, let me hit you with this stick if you dare."
As Zhao Qiang ran, he turned back and said, "You bastard, I'm exhausted!"
The blond-haired man flew into a rage. His staggering steps suddenly regained their balance, and he quickened his pace. He then shouted to the tattooed dragon and tiger youths behind him, "Keep up! Keep up! I won't rest until I beat him to a pulp!"
At this moment, Luo Xiaowei was no longer as panicked as when she first encountered danger. She quickly noticed that Zhao Qiang's breathing was abnormal; it was very steady, which was definitely not the behavior of someone running with a heavy load! Moreover, the longer the distance he ran, the more relaxed Zhao Qiang seemed, as if he wasn't carrying anyone on his back at all. His steps were as if he had divine assistance, and he moved lightly with each stride.
Luo Xiaowei only observed for a short while before losing interest in thinking about the matter further. Zhao Qiang's hands were supporting her buttocks, and Luo Xiaowei's breasts were pressed against Zhao Qiang's back. The position was too ambiguous. With the movement of running, Zhao Qiang's hands moved back and forth on Luo Xiaowei's buttocks, and Luo Xiaowei's not particularly full breasts were squeezed forward and then rubbed down, as if they were being constantly rubbed by a man's hands. The sensation was extremely intense.
Luo Xiaowei blushed, her face flushed with a burning unease! She had never been so close to a boy in her life. But who told her to wear high heels and drive? She didn't know what she was thinking. Now her heel was broken and her ankle twisted, and she was being tormented like this by a boy. Luo Xiaowei felt ashamed and angry, with a hint of excitement mixed in.
Luo Xiaowei was lost in thought when Zhao Qiang suddenly bent down and put her down. The pressure on her chest and buttocks suddenly disappeared, and Luo Xiaowei sighed. Why did she feel a little lost? That feeling was so tempting. Could this be the reason why Eve and Adam stole the apple? Luo Xiaowei had a very vivid imagination.
"Junior Sister Luo, you sit here for a bit, I'll go meet them." It turned out that after circling around, he ran back to the same spot. Not far away was Luo Xiaowei's car, which had been turned off. The young men who had followed him were all like dead dogs. When Zhao Qiang stopped, they lay down on the roadside and gasped for breath. Most of them were still hanging far behind.
The blond-haired man charged forward wielding a machete. Although he was exhausted, his overwhelming rage made it difficult for him to calm down. He circled around for more than two kilometers before returning to the starting point. How could he let this kid off so easily after being so thoroughly humiliated?
In terms of strength, Zhao Qiang was definitely no match for this blond-haired man, and his fighting experience was naturally even less. However, Zhao Qiang had plenty of energy at the moment, so he easily dodged the blond-haired man's knife and even punched him in the cheek, almost knocking out his teeth.
Wenlong and Wenhu arrived, and their iron rods struck Zhao Qiang. Zhao Qiang was not a martial arts master after all; the blond-haired man couldn't hit him only because he was strong and quick to dodge. But now that the two were attacking him, he could only avoid one of them. Wenhu's iron rod still hit Zhao Qiang's back. Luo Xiaowei, forgetting her anger at Zhao Qiang for taking advantage of her behind her back, hurriedly cried out in alarm, "Hey, Zhao Qiang, be careful!"
Zhao Qiang dodged the iron rod that the tattooed youth was about to strike on the head with. He could only take the blow head-on. Bang! A crisp sound rang out. It wasn't that Zhao Qiang's bones had been broken. He didn't feel any pain at all. The moment the iron rod struck his body, his three-proof shirt came into play. The entire shirt was as hard as armor. The force of the iron rod's impact was distributed throughout the shirt. The tattooed youth had run so far that he didn't have much strength left. Moreover, the blow was equivalent to hitting Zhao Qiang's entire upper body. Its effect was about the same as tickling him.
Zhao Qiang dared to test his skills against these punks because of the protective shirt. After trying it, he found it to be a treasure, so he became even bolder. He snatched the iron rod from the dumbfounded tattooed youth's hand and struck him in the waist. The tattooed youth screamed and fell to the ground.
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the blond-haired man charged forward again. Two other thugs also arrived at the scene, and the three of them attacked Zhao Qiang together. Zhao Qiang was now prepared and ignored the iron bars that the two thugs were hitting his arm with. Instead, he rushed towards the blond-haired man, whose machete clashed with Zhao Qiang's iron bar.
The blond-haired man was at a physical disadvantage from the start, and his legs were still trembling. Zhao Qiang had taken two iron rods to the arm, but he was completely unharmed. Instead, he forcefully flicked the blond-haired man's machete upwards, and whoosh, the machete slipped from his hand. Zhao Qiang then struck the blond-haired man's arm with a stick. This is called "capture the king first to catch the thief".
"Ouch!" The blond-haired man wasn't Superman; that iron rod really hurt his arm. Zhao Qiang, having landed a blow, immediately followed up, whipping the blond-haired man's upper body with the iron rod. After just a few blows, the blond-haired man was completely defeated, rolling on the ground to dodge. "So what if he's a boss? He'd be better off drinking the wind with this little skill."
In fact, Zhao Qiang's body was also attacked quite a bit during the beating of the blond-haired man. The young men who arrived one after another tried to kill him, but they all made a serious habitual mistake, only targeting Zhao Qiang's upper body. Apart from the blows to his head that Zhao Qiang had to dodge, he was not worried about other parts of his upper body getting injured. Those bastards used force but failed to hurt him. Instead, Zhao Qiang took the opportunity to counterattack and knocked them to the ground. They were so frustrated that they almost died. They had actually run into a tough guy who practiced Iron Shirt. This job was such a bad deal.
There were originally more than twenty people, but their long run stretched out, and they arrived at the scene in twos and threes. Their scattered fighting power made it easy for Zhao Qiang to deal with them. Although he was hit on the thigh by two iron rods, he gritted his teeth and endured it. He had taken on twenty men by himself, and the joy of victory was enough to make the wounds on his thighs less noticeable. Besides, those two blows weren't heavy, and because humans are upright, they tend to attack the upper body of their opponents, which helped Zhao Qiang.
Finally, no one could stand up anymore. The dozen or so people lay on the ground groaning. The rest didn't dare to rush forward. After hesitating for a moment, they dispersed without regard for their companions' safety. These cronies were unreliable.
Not all of the people lying on the ground were injured. Some of them pretended to be weak after being hit by Zhao Qiang's stick. They were really at their wits' end. It wasn't that they didn't try, but no matter how hard they hit Zhao Qiang, it was useless. Everyone thought that Zhao Qiang was a martial arts master, with his Iron Shirt technique comparable to the Thirteen Protectors. In addition, Zhao Qiang had once carried a girl weighing eighty or ninety pounds on his back and walked with great speed. These people were completely afraid to provoke Zhao Qiang again.
Volume 1 [064] A Disgraceful Disgrace
Luo Xiaowei stared at Zhao Qiang with her big, dark eyes. Zhao Qiang, having finished dealing with the group of thugs, noticed her expression and touched his face somewhat embarrassedly: "What's wrong?"
Luo Xiaowei asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?"
Zhao Qiang was furious: "Do you think I'm a ghost? What kind of question is that?"
Luo Xiaowei said, "But I clearly saw many people hitting you with iron bars, so why are you completely unharmed?"
Zhao Qiang deliberately boasted, "You don't know this, do you? I have ancestral qigong. Let alone these few people, even if a hundred or so came, I could still take them down!"
The blond-haired man lying on the ground was filled with remorse. Next to him lay the tattooed young man. The blond-haired man cursed, "Hey, Sun Dongming, didn't you say he was a noob? You even let Ah Hu and Ah Shi teach him a lesson."
The tattooed young man named Sun Dongming said, "Yeah, boss, if you don't believe me, you can ask Ah Hu and Ah Shi. Ah Hu, Ah Hu..." Sun Dongming kicked the tattooed young man lying behind him. The tattooed young man was clutching his waist and groaning, "What happened, Brother Dong? My back is definitely broken. Damn it, that kid was too ruthless."
Sun Dongming kicked Ah Hu again: "Damn it, stop pretending. That kid is good, but he lacks ruthlessness. What are you pretending for? Didn't we beat him up last time?"
Ah Hu said, "Yeah, if they didn't outnumber us, we could have easily killed him." Actually, Ah Hu and his group suffered a loss in their last encounter. Ah Hu was even stabbed in the butt by Zhao Qiang with a screwdriver, but fortunately the wound wasn't serious. They were at a disadvantage because Ma Xiaohua secretly attacked Sun Dongming with a keyboard, hitting him on the back of the head. Wang Yidong and Ma Changfa arrived later, forcing the three of them to retreat. In reality, Zhao Qiang's performance at the time seemed utterly insignificant to them.
The blond-haired man thought Ah Hu and Sun Dongming were bragging together, so he cursed, "Damn it, it's a miracle we weren't killed just now. You guys are still bragging. That bastard Zhang Chunjiang really messed us up this time. If word gets out that he took on all of us by himself, how will we have any face left in the underworld?"
Sun Dongming said, "Then what can we do? We really can't beat him. He can block our attacks with his body without getting hurt, while one hit from his stick can knock one of us down. Fighting like this is just asking for death."
Ah Hu said, "Why don't we try cutting him with a knife?"
The blond-haired man said, "Okay, you go try it."
Ah Hu remained silent. If the knife couldn't even hurt the other person, then he would definitely be injured.
Sun Dongming said, "Why don't we hurry up and slip away? We're just making a fool of ourselves here."
The blond-haired man jumped up immediately: "I completely agree."
On the other side, Zhao Qiang was boasting about his qigong when suddenly the thugs behind him got up. Zhao Qiang thought they were going to attack again, so he held his iron rod horizontally in front of Luo Xiaowei. It wasn't that Zhao Qiang wanted to show off or play the hero, but he realized that this incident was entirely his fault, and Luo Xiaowei was just an innocent bystander. Zhao Qiang felt quite guilty. Even if he didn't feel guilty, he wouldn't have let Luo Xiaowei protect him with his powerful 'kung fu'.
The blond man's cheek was swollen on one side. He pressed his hands down and said, "Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand, we mean no harm."
Ah Hu also got up. "Right, right, we didn't mean any harm. We were just practicing for a marathon. It turns out you're really talented, big brother. We can't outrun you. Um, we haven't had breakfast yet, so we won't disturb your lovey-dovey moment."
Sun Dongming waved to the people behind him, and they quietly slipped away, helping each other along. Luo Xiaowei looked bewildered: "They're training for a marathon? What a convenient excuse."
Zhao Qiang said apologetically to Luo Xiaowei, "Junior Sister Luo, I'm the one who frightened you this time. How's your foot? Let me take you to the hospital."
Luo Xiaowei rubbed her ankle and stood up: "It's nothing serious, not a sprain, it's all better now. Hehe, this has nothing to do with you. Actually, you're my savior."
Zhao Qiang secretly rubbed his palms together; the elasticity and smell of Luo Xiaowei's buttocks still lingered on them. Zhao Qiang thought to himself, "I've done something a bit despicable as a benefactor. I didn't expect Junior Sister Luo's buttocks to be so elastic."