Tang San returned to his upper bunk in embarrassment. Not long after, he stuck his head down again and chuckled at Liu Qiang. "Why don't we find time to see what Brother Du's girlfriend looks like?" Liu Qiang pursed his lips and looked at him as if he was looking at a retard. "Are you able to withstand a beating? If you can, go ahead."
A straight man who had been single for 31 years had finally fallen in love with a woman. If things were ruined by this idiot, Brother Du would probably beat him up. Tang San thought that Liu Qiang would agree to his suggestion, but he didn't expect to hear this. He gritted his teeth and cursed fiercely, "Coward!"
Tang San only had gossip on his mind and had completely forgotten what Du Xi had told him. At work the next day, he saw Du Xi walking towards him. He closed his eyes and thought to himself, "Oh no." Then, he turned around and shouted as he slipped away, "Brother Du, my bad. I'll print the photos for you now. Don't be angry. I'll get the photos back for you within half an hour!" He immediately ran and didn't wait for Du Xi's answer. He was afraid that he would be caught and beaten up by Du Xi if he was a step slower.
After running for a distance, he turned around and ran back. "By the way, Brother Du, help me save a portion for dinner tonight. Don't let those bastards eat it all."
Du Xi was explaining today's work arrangements to the people below. When he saw Tang San return and shout at him from the door, he was so angry that he picked up the shovel beside him and threw it at him. "Get lost."
"Alright!" Tang San ran away with a cheeky smile. Du Xi looked at the shovel that had been thrown out and kicked the person beside him. "Stop smiling. You only know how to smile. Hurry up and get it back."
The child who had been kicked seemed to be in his teens. He wasn't angry. He jogged to pick up the shovel and handed it to Du Xi with a fawning expression. "Brother Du, when can you return my motorcycle to me? I haven't touched it for too long. My hands are itching."
Du Xi had no intention of returning the motorcycle he had borrowed. With a cigarette in his mouth, he kicked the child's butt again. "Why is a little brat like you riding a motorcycle?!"
Dong Bowen was speechless. "Brother, I saved up for half a year to buy that motorcycle. It's more important to me than my life. Be merciful and return it to me, okay?" Du Xi glanced at him with a menacing look in his eyes as he warned, "When you get your driver's license, I'll return the motorcycle to you."
He had picked this brat up from under the bridge one winter. At that time, seeing that he was pitiful, Du Xi asked him to follow him to do some odd jobs at the construction site. After working for more than half a year, he spent the salary he was given all on a lousy motorcycle. At first, Du Xi thought that since he earned it himself, so what if he bought a motorcycle? He couldn't control what he bought. However, he found out later that this brat didn't have a motorcycle driver's license at all.
How dare he ride a bicycle out on the streets without a driver's license? This little brat was really stubborn! If he didn't confiscate his motorcycle, should he watch as something happened to him and then regret it?
Dong Bowen looked aggrieved. He wanted to get his driver's license as soon as possible, but he was illiterate. During this period of time, he had been learning in order to get his driver's license, but learning wasn't that easy. Whenever he looked at the messy words on the computer, he had a headache. If he really relied on self-learning to get his driver's license, he would probably become a white-bearded old man. If he had known earlier, he would have found a teacher to teach him how to read first.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Du Xi kicked him away. "Hurry up and get to work. If you delay any longer, I'll smash your lousy motorcycle." When he heard that he was going to smash the car, Dong Bowen was so frightened that he was about to cry. He turned around and ran. "Brother, I'll go work now. Don't smash the motorcycle, understand? That motorcycle is more important than my life!"
The construction site was empty, so his shout spread far, making the men working in the distance laugh loudly. Du Xi lit his cigarette and cursed, "Little brat, a mere motorcycle is more important than your life? Is your life that worthless?"
Afraid that he would be beaten up if he was too slow, at the entrance of the shop, Tang San kept urging the shopkeeper to print it for him first. Finally, the shopkeeper pitied him and agreed to put down what he was doing and print for him first.