Chapter 114: Sooner or later, you will pay for what you have done.
"Mr. Lu, tell me clearly, are you really planning to hire a bodyguard, or are you going to hire a thug like everyone else? I want to make it clear in advance that I will not do anything illegal or criminal."
With Zhao Tiezhu's skills as a scout, he wouldn't have to worry about finding a job as long as he was willing to do the dirty work, as there were plenty of people willing to pay to recruit him.
But his education and character did not allow him to take that path. Otherwise, he would have followed his uncle long ago.
You know, some of them now earn over ten thousand yuan a month!
Lu Yiming smiled and said, "What are you thinking? Am I that kind of person? I am mainly handsome and rich. Any man who sees me will envy and hate me. You probably can't protect me alone, so I asked you to call a few more brothers to help. Let me tell you, I have always valued harmony. Harmony brings wealth. I don't do illegal things like fighting and killing."
Li Yiwen stood aside and rolled his eyes as he listened.
Zhao Tiezhu, on the other hand, was honest and simple-minded. He actually believed what Lu Yiming said and even smiled happily while touching his head: "Ah? Is that so? I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."
Lu Yiming then asked: "Where do you live now?"
Zhao Tiezhu said awkwardly: "Well... Hong Kong isn't cold anyway, we can just find a place to shelter from the rain."
Simply put, you sleep wherever you go.
Lu Yiming was speechless. These people from the mainland who came to Hong Kong always thought that this place was paradise and everything was fine. What was the result? At least they slept in warm beds and ate hot meals at home. After coming here, sleeping in the open air could not describe their misery.
Even so, there are still a group of people from the mainland who think Hong Kong is great.
It's just sick.
"Forget it, let's go out first and find a place to have a meal, and then you go contact your comrades." Lu Yiming said.
"good."
Just as the few people left the police station, someone came running over breathlessly and said to Zhao Tiezhu in a thick northwestern accent: "Tiezhu, something happened to your uncle."
Zhao Tiezhu was a little surprised and asked quickly: "Ren Gang, is what you said true?"
Afterwards, Zhao Tiezhu introduced to Lu Yiming: "Mr. Lu, this Ren Gang is my fellow villager, and he is now following my third uncle to cause trouble."
Lu Yiming nodded slightly and said nothing.
Zhao Tiezhu then continued to ask Ren Gang: "What's going on?"
Although he disdained the industry his third uncle was engaged in, after all, they were somewhat of a distant relative, so he still had to ask.
Ren Gang said: "Uncle San was caught by a group of debt collectors. I saw with my own eyes that group of people dragged him into a shop and beat him. When we went there, those people said that if he couldn't come up with 200,000 yuan, they would cripple one of Uncle San's hands."
"Two hundred thousand!"
Zhao Tiezhu couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this.
Lu Yiming only paid him two thousand yuan a month, which he considered to be a very high salary.
To earn this two hundred thousand yuan, he would have to work for eight years without eating or drinking!
Although he couldn't come up with the 200,000 yuan, Zhao Tiezhu was not the type to stand by and watch someone in need. He said to Lu Yiming, "Mr. Lu, I have something to take care of first. I'll meet you at the dock after I've finished it."
Lu Yiming nodded calmly, and then said, "I'll go and take a look too."
Then he asked Li Yiwen to call Zheng Zhiguang, and then he hailed a taxi and, under the guidance of Ren Gang, came to a tea restaurant.
In the tea restaurant, Zhao Tiezhu's third uncle, Zhao Dali, was kneeling on the ground. He had been beaten like a pig's head. Judging from his appearance, it would take him at least a year or so to recover.
In front of him, a tattooed man wearing a black silk printed short-sleeved shirt, sunglasses on his head, a cigar in his mouth, his right foot on a stool, said coldly: "It's really not easy to find you. Tell me, when will you pay me back the 200,000 yuan you owe me?"
When Zhao Dali heard this, he burst into tears.
"Brother Kun, I clearly borrowed 150,000 yuan in the beginning."
Brother Kun held his pipe in his mouth and said vaguely, "No interest? It seems that your brain is not working well. Someone, come and make him sober up."
Afterwards, several people came over and started beating and kicking Zhao Dali again, making him cry for mercy.
"Stop, stop, I remember now, it's two hundred thousand! I will pay it back, I will definitely pay it back, Brother Kun, please give me a few more days."
Brother Kun spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on Zhao Dali's face and said, "Bah, who would believe your bullshit? You dare . I am being kind by not throwing you into Causeway Bay to feed the fish, shrimps and crabs. Go find someone to redeem you now, otherwise, I promise that you will not see the sun tomorrow."
Zhao Dali begged for mercy with a sad face: "Brother Kun, it's not that I don't want to pay back the money, I really have no money. All my money was cheated by stock brokers to invest in the stock market. I really didn't expect these people to be so inhumane that they would even cheat the scammers' money!"
Brother Kun blew out a smoke ring and snorted, "Okay, if you don't have money, just keep your hands. We still have to follow the rules, otherwise how can I, Brother Kun, stay in the underworld?"
Then, Brother Kun picked up a shiny half-meter-long machete from the table.
Zhao Dali was so frightened that he turned pale.
Just at this moment, Zhao Tiezhu strode in.
"Wait a moment."
Brother Kun didn't expect that someone would interrupt him when he was doing something. He narrowed his eyes, turned his head and looked at Zhao Tiezhu, cursing, "Where the hell did you come from, you loser?"
When Zhao Dali saw Zhao Tiezhu coming in, he immediately showed joy and shouted loudly: "Tiezhu, Tiezhu, save me."
Zhao Tiezhu glanced at Zhao Dali and said through gritted teeth, "He owes you money. I will help him find a way to get it back. You should let him go first. If he loses a hand, he will be useless."
Brother Kun glanced at Zhao Tiezhu and saw that he was wearing cheap clothes. He said disdainfully, "He owes me two hundred thousand. Can you pay it back? If you don't have money, get out of here. Otherwise, I'll chop you down too."
Zhao Tiezhu was unhappy and looked angry: "Why are you so unreasonable?"
Brother Kun was immediately amused by this remark: "Talk about reason? Bah! Go and talk to this idiot about reason."
Several younger brothers rushed towards Zhao Tiezhu, shouting loudly.
Zhao Tiezhu was calm and took his time to knock down these thugs in no time.
Brother Kun's face changed slightly, and he sneered with a ferocious expression: "Oh, you are quite skilled. It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know why the flowers are so red! Brothers, get your weapons!"
The little brothers got up from the ground, ran to the corner, and each of them took out a machete.
Seeing the conflict escalate, Lu Yiming walked in from outside and said slowly: "I will pay back the money he owes you, you release him first."
Brother Kun looked at Lu Yiming with disdain and said angrily, "Who the hell are you?"
