area51novel Chapter 253 A lot of money
Chapter 253 A lot of money
Several people were stunned when they saw so much money. "We've made a fortune..." Wu Dacheng stammered.
Bang Geng grabbed a few wads of money and stuffed them into his arms. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from downstairs. His face changed: "Go! Flip down from the balcony!"
As soon as the three of them jumped to the flower bed downstairs, they heard a roar from upstairs: "Catch the thief! "
The family compound was in an uproar. Banggeng and his men ran as fast as they could, turning into an alley before they dared to stop and catch their breath.
"Have we...have we gotten into big trouble..." Wu Dacheng slumped on the ground, his crotch wet.
Bang Geng counted the money in his arms and suddenly grinned: "What are you afraid of? Li Huaide's family is now like rats crossing the street! And did they get so much money through legitimate means? Even if they knew it was us who did it, would they dare to speak out?" He took out a wad of money and threw it in front of the three people, "Our Red Team has funds. In the future, you can follow us and enjoy the good life. There is no need to worry about not being able to recruit people. Comrades, our team will get bigger and bigger. In the future, we will form a regiment, I will be the regiment leader, and you will all be battalion commanders..."
Liu Chong and his companions looked at Bang Geng in admiration, thinking that this guy was really ambitious. "Brother Dao, how much did you take in total? Show us now."
Bang Geng took out the money from his pocket in stacks, four stacks in total, "This stack should be one thousand yuan, four thousand in total, let's go eat something delicious tomorrow."
"Good, Brother Dao is mighty." "Long live Captain Jia." Bang Geng listened to the three people's flattery and smiled happily.
In the distance, the area near Li Huaide's house was getting busier and busier. The sound could be heard faintly, but Banggeng was laughing more and more wildly. The moonlight shone on his ferocious face. How could he still look like a teenager? When he was thirteen years old two years ago, he was still planning to work hard at the waste recycling station and devote the rest of his life to waste newspapers and broken paper shells. Now, hey, fate is really unpredictable.
Zhao Hongying had no intention of reporting to the police, but her neighbors were alarmed and someone took the initiative to call the police from the police station for her.
Zhao Hongying stood in the messy bedroom, her fingers tightly clenched into her palms. She glanced at the bed, under which was a pried open metal box, and her lips were pressed into a pale line.
"Chief Zhao, are you sure nothing is missing?" Old Zhang from the police station looked suspiciously at the scattered documents on the ground with a notebook in his hand, "This thief rummaged through it so hard..."
"Really not." Zhao Hongying suddenly raised her voice, startling Lao Zhang. "It's just some old documents, not worth much." She bent down and began to clean up the mess on the floor, deliberately blocking Lao Zhang's view with her back.
As soon as the police left, Zhao Hongying immediately locked the door and slumped on the floor. With shaking hands, she took out a small notebook from her underwear pocket - this was Li Huaide's secret account book, which had just been hidden in the interlayer of the iron box. If it was confiscated... She shuddered and dared not think about it.
"Sister?" Zhao Hongcheng's voice came from outside the door, "I called Li Huaide, and he said..."
"Shut up!" Zhao Hongying suddenly opened the door and dragged Zhao Hongcheng into the room, "From now on, no one is allowed to mention the name Li Huaide!" Her eyes were fierce, "Let's just pretend that what happened tonight never happened."
Zhao Hongcheng was puzzled: "But the money..."
"Money is nothing!" Zhao Hongying roared in a low voice, "If the account book is exposed, our whole family will have to go to jail!" She suddenly remembered something, "Oh, by the way, keep an eye on Qin Huairu in the factory recently... I always feel that this matter is strange."
Bang Geng stood in front of the teaching building of Red Star Middle School, with more than 50 teenagers standing behind him, most of them were from the original work-study school, and some were newcomers. The early autumn wind was still chilly, but it couldn't blow away the restlessness and hostility in the eyes of these half-grown children.
"Captain Jia, the one wearing glasses," Liu Chong came over and pointed at a tall and thin boy at the entrance of the teaching building, "He was the one who started making fun of us last time."
Banggeng narrowed his eyes and recognized the man - it was Zhou Weiguo, a junior high school student and the leader of the school's Red Guards. Three months ago, it was this man who said in front of the whole school that he was "not revolutionary enough" and refused to let him join the organization.
"Comrades," Banggeng suddenly jumped onto the table tennis table and pulled out a stick wrapped with iron wire from his military bag, "Today, let's show these nerds what a true young revolutionary is!"
There was a strange cry from below. Wu Dacheng got a red flag from somewhere, on which were written "Dongfeng Combat Team" in five large characters.
A quick whistle sounded in the teaching building. Zhou Weiguo rushed out with a dozen students, all wearing red armbands. "Jia Geng! What are you doing? This is disrupting the revolutionary order!"
&34；秩序？&34；棒梗狞笑着跳下乒乓球台，&34；老子今天就是来革你们命的！&34；他一挥手，&34；把他们的袖章都给我撕了！&34；
The two groups collided instantly. Banggeng's group was full of experienced fighters, picking up bricks and sticks to attack the other side. Zhou Weiguo's group had more people, but they were all serious students who had never seen such a scene before, and they were beaten and fled in panic after a few blows.
"Run? Where to run!" Banggeng grabbed Zhou Weiguo by the collar and put the iron rod against his neck, "Weren't you quite crazy at first? Huh?" He tore off the other's red armband and spat in public, "You guys are worthy of revolution?"
The windows of the teaching building were filled with students watching the excitement. Bang Geng caught a glimpse of a familiar figure on the third floor - it was Li Xiaofang, the beauty of their class, looking at this side in horror. A sudden surge of evil fire surged in his heart, and he swung the stick to hit Zhou Weiguo's knee.
"Ah!" Bang Geng felt unprecedented joy amid the screams. He stepped on Zhou Weiguo's chest and shouted at the teaching building: "Listen to me! From today on, Red Star Middle School is under the jurisdiction of the Dongfeng Combat Team! This is the fate of anyone who disobeys!"
The hooligans from the work-study school rushed forward and snatched away all the Red Guards' armbands and quotations books. Some even pulled down the pants of several students, causing laughter.
Suddenly, the roar of a jeep was heard at the school gate.
"Oh no! It's the labor dispute team!" Liu Chong's face changed drastically.
Bang Geng was not in a hurry. He took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and said, "What are you afraid of? Look at this!" He unfolded the paper and found a "Certificate of Revolutionary Action" issued by a rebel group.
As soon as the workers' picket team members approached, Bang Geng came forward and said, "Comrade! We are helping the school to clean up the royalists!" He pointed at Zhou Weiguo, who was lying on the ground with a bruised face and nose, and said, "This man's father is a capitalist-roader, and there is irrefutable evidence!"
The leader of the labor dispute team looked at the proof doubtfully, then nodded and said, "Pay attention to the method and approach." Then he turned around and got in the car and left.
Zhou Weiguo, who was lying on the ground, widened his eyes in disbelief. Banggeng squatted down and patted his face: "Now you know, don't you? In this world, the one with the bigger fist has the final say."
As the sun set, Bang Geng led his team away. When passing by the supply and marketing cooperative, he kicked the door open and "requisitioned" two boxes of soda. The Red Guards cheered like generals who had won a victory.