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    "Your father is coming back, you know?"

    Cao Fugui looked at Yin Xiaosan Yin Ming's stubbornness without saying a word, hating the sky and hating the world, and even a little bit nostalgic for the little wolf cub when he and Xiao Qiao first met, smiled kindly, and talked about Lao Yin's life.  information.

    This brat is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and has a stubborn temper. Old man Yin was only in his teens when he left. Somehow, he had an affair with his own father.  Even Cao Fugui, the old man's old friend, was disgusted with it.

    But I heard from his brother that although this kid is stubborn and doesn't like to stay at home, he is very filial to his wife. Before Brother Fugui came, he had already had a few fights with the Lu family. When Cao Fugui went to the Yin family,  He was beaten with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and he was hiding from the limelight outside, for fear that his mother would be sad when he saw it.

    Hearing Brother Fugui mention his father, Yin San rolled his eyes, snorted out of his nose, and reached into his arms with trembling hands, wanting to touch something.

    "Yo drink! Still want to fight with your rich brother? Boy, are you a white-eyed wolf? I can save your life, right? Want to repay your favor?"

    Cao Fugui was overjoyed, and quickly jumped back, and the hozens immediately stepped forward, crossing their arms on their chests, blocking the elder brother aggressively.

    Yin Ming knelt on the ground, his hands paused, he was panting heavily, his nosebleeds splashed out, he took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket with trembling hands, and handed them to Brother Fugui angrily, saying in a rough voice  :"Give!"

    Cao Fugui was taken aback, and took the wad of scattered banknotes curiously. After a rough estimate, there were at least fifty or sixty yuan.

    Hi!  This is interesting, a half-grown brat who doesn't work, where did he get the money?  What do you mean by giving yourself?

    Brother Fugui squatted down, leaned close to Yin San's ear, winked and asked in a low voice: "Are you thanking me? Your moneydon't fight with that scarred head with uneven distribution of spoils, right? I said, you  Dad is a well-known person in the literary and art circles, although he was a bit romantic when he was young, don't ruin his reputation!"

    Yin Ming's eyeballs were almost popping out of his sockets, his face was purple with anger, he almost couldn't catch his breath, and hissed, "Bah! I'm not a thief, what kind of stolen goods are I to share! It's Batou and the others who are jealous of me, huh  Huh, I want to steal money for my business!"

    "All right, you are young, don't be so angry, look at yourself."

    Cao Fugui was overjoyed. Seeing that he was dying of suffocation, he quickly patted his back to let him breathe. He touched a white pill for oral administration and threw it into his mouth. He strangled his neck, and Gulu went down.

    "You, what did you give me to eat?" Yin Ming yelled, unable to struggle at all.

    "Good medicine for wounds. Can I still give you poison?"

    Brother Fugui rolled his eyes, put the wad of money back into the young man's hand, glanced and pouted, "Thank you, you don't have to thank me. Is your uncle a person who needs that little money? Don't you see me in the future."  Roll your eyes, just be able to respectfully call Uncle!

    By the way, are you still in business?  what kind of business?  "

    Seeing the arrogant character of this kid, he probably really didn't get involved with those gangsters to become a thief, but Cao Fugui was really curious about what kind of "business" a brat can do.

    Yin Ming didn't answer, but looked into the corner from the corner of his eyes.

    In the corner of the alley, in the inconspicuous part of the gang fight battlefield, there were several rotten baskets piled up together, filled with garbage, and flies buzzing in swarms.

    Suddenly, Cao Fugui kicked the hozen with his foot: "Go, see what this kid is hiding."

    Hozen led a few younger brothers, pinched their noses and rummaged through it, and sure enough, they found a large bag of good stuff wrapped in old cloth.

    "Brother Gui, look! Electronic watches, and tapes. Oh, it's Teresa Teng's!"

    Hozen threw away the stinky wrapping cloth, and took the things to Brother Fugui to present the treasure.

    "Okay, is your stuff good!"

    Cao Fugui stretched his head to look at the things, his eyes lit up, these things are very popular among young people nowadays, and I don't know where this kid got them.

    He praised in surprise, turned his head and said: "It's not convenient to talk here, why don't you go to my yard and talk about you bastards? Hozen, help Yin San up. Let's go home."

    Yin Ming grinned, looked at Cao Fugui who was smiling all over his face, without saying a word, got up silently, followed step by step.

    It was almost noon when I got home, Cao Fugui looked at the sky, said hello, and left all the younger brothers at home for dinner, lest they have to go to the restaurant to eat in the sun.

    The younger brothers couldn't help cheering, and happily opened the way to enter the door. Who doesn't know the good craftsmanship passed down by their expensive brother!

    theGu Ling also has a lot of other things in his hand, all kinds of beautiful and fashionable clothes, which are said to be fashionable clothes popular in Hong Kong and Macau; besides the tapes of popular songs, there are even large tape recorders and TV sets.  But they are all expensive, not much cheaper than those in state-run stores. The good thing is that you don't need all kinds of tickets, and you can buy them if you have money.

    Yin Ming didn't have a lot of capital in his hands. He thought that electronic watches and magnetic tapes were small things with high profits, so he secretly approved some and sold them piecemeal.  Unexpectedly, the business was very good after he sold it, and he emptied out the goods in his hand within a few days, making a small profit.

    Cao Fugui beat Lu Datou and his gang and helped his family a lot. He was not unappreciative deep down in his heart, but who let this little boy be the old man's year-end friend!

    Yin Ming looked down on his brother's grateful and stupid look, so he wanted to make more money, so he threw it in the face of the surname Cao, thanking him!

    Looking back, he went to Gulan's, and used all the money he earned to wholesale a bunch of goods. Who knows how long before he sold them, he was targeted by that scoundrel Batou, and that's how he got into what he is today.

    After finishing speaking, he stopped struggling dejectedly, blushed, and said to Cao Bailian like a mosquito: "Thank you!"

    Thanks to the little white-faced Uncle Cao who came all the way to the capital and was entrusted by the old man to take good care of his family; thank him for teaching Lu Datou a lesson and let his family live a safe life; and thank him for saving his life from Scartou.

    Cao Fugui laughed, how could he care about this little kid, seeing that he refused to go back to his home with a swollen face, so he simply let him stay for one night.

    Qiao Yingnian squinted his eyes silently and glanced at Yin Ming, but did not speak.

    In the middle of the night, the clouds cover the pale moon.

    Yin Ming was sleeping in the Cao family's wing room, half asleep and half awake, when he was suddenly awakened, and a figure stood quietly by his bedside.

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