Chapter 811 You Are Traitors!

Da Zhuang and Dad Zhuang separated, singing happily, carrying two large bags, and walked towards the boiler room.

This year’s Chinese New Year is the happiest time for Da Zhuang in many years.

He bought delicious food, fun things, a big TV and a big refrigerator!

My uncle also said that he would give him a red envelope! Send a big red envelope!

Da Zhuang is so happy, he also got a red envelope during the Chinese New Year.

Humming a random song, Da Zhuang turned around the back door of Dazhuang Winery and saw a crowd of people gathered in front of him.

"What are you doing? This is my master's thing! It's not yours! Give it back to me! Let's see who dares to steal my master's thing! I will fight with you!"

"Ouch, this old thing dares to bite!"

"Let me go..."

"Dad!" Da Zhuang screamed, dropped what he was holding, and ran out: "Let go of my dad!"

Three or four winery employees saw Da Zhuang rushing over and hurriedly let go.

This kid is incredibly strong and can hit people very hard. Besides, he has a disease in his head, so the beatings are in vain.

The old man's hat fell to the ground and his clothes were torn, but he didn't care about anything else and lay on the ground, protecting the two notebooks.

"Dad! Dad! Are you okay!" Da Zhuang rushed over and roared at the people around him, "Why do you bad guys bully my dad! I'll beat you!"

Saying that, he was about to rush forward.

"Da Zhuang!" The old man quickly called out to Da Zhuang.

"Old man, what's the use of keeping this notebook? You'll be buried in the ground soon." Next to him, Zhai quickly advised the old man, "Now that the winery has changed hands, the boss wants your notebook, so he can treat you badly." You can’t do it?”

"It's just, aren't they just two crappy notebooks? They're all from decades ago. Is there any amazing technology left?"

"You'd better hand it over!"

But no matter what these people said, the old man just refused to agree.

While he was struggling, Master Kinuma rushed over angrily.

"What's going on? Why haven't you got the notebook yet?"

Seeing that his boss was angry, Zhai Kuai was also anxious.

"I'm really betraying you. These things are originally from the factory. Take them from me!" Zhai quickly ordered, "Call a few more people to stop this stupid guy! Why haven't you eaten?"

A group of people rushed forward, and Da Zhuang fought and struggled desperately: "I know you, you are a Fusang Japs! You people help the Fusang Japs to bully the people in the state, you traitors! Two Japs! Puppet soldiers! Traitors!"

The few people who were holding on to Da Zhuang subconsciously let go after being scolded by Da Zhuang.

In the inner circle, many people would rather be called father and mother than be called traitors and traitors.

What's more, the other party is from Fuso!

This is more vicious than scolding our ancestors for eighteen generations.

But the problem is, what they did was traitors and traitors.

Da Zhuang has a bad brain, doesn't read much, and doesn't know a few Chinese characters, but he has watched the drama "Carrying the Japanese God"! This time, every scolding is accurate.

A group of people looked at the old man. He was almost seventy years old. He had white hair and a bright head. He was huddled on the ground. His whole body was covered with dirt and there were a few footprints on his body.

Look at the immortal-like Master Kinuma next to him, arrogant and aloof.

Looking at myself again, a feeling of shame arose spontaneously.

Master Kinuma was a local expert. Of course he knew that Da Zhuang was calling him a devil. Looking at the expressions of the others, he smiled ferociously and said, "He said this notebook belongs to him, but the place where he lives is always in the factory." .”

He could see clearly that the old man lived in the boiler room of the factory, and this place had already been bought by them.

"Give me the notebook or get out on the street!"

As soon as these words came out, even Zhai Kuai was stunned.

"Master, this..."

This is the 29th of the New Year.

Are you going to kick a seventy-year-old man and a fool out of his home?

This...he can't do this.

This kind of immoral behavior will end your descendants!

"Either bring the notebook, or drive him away! Or...just get out of here! Get out of the winery!" Kinuma glanced at Zhai Kuai coldly, turned around and left.

Zhai Kuai could not wait to rush forward and kick this old Fusang thief to death.

But the situation is stronger than the people. Zhai quickly looked at the old man lying on the ground, then looked at the boiler room behind, and sighed: "Uncle Old Ma, this place has been bought by someone, and this is where you want to live." , you still need to take notes, make your own choice..."

The old man looked at Zhai Kuai blankly, and then looked blankly at the boiler room behind him.

This boiler room was cramped and cramped, and it leaked rain in the summer and draft in the winter, but it was his home for decades.

It's here that he makes his head bigger and bigger with one hand.

And now, are you going to be kicked out from here?

What would he do if he was kicked out? Where is his place?

But this notebook...

This is Master's notebook. Master treats me with great kindness...

The old man was a very emotional person. He stood there holding his notebook in silence, with tears streaming down his face.

"Alas..." Zhai Kuai sighed, pointed at the boiler room and said, "Uncle Mao, I can't help you. Go and move Uncle Mao's things out..."

Da Zhuang screamed: "No! This is my home! Whoever dares to touch my home! I will beat him to death!"

"Big Zhuang!" the old man stopped him.

Several other people moved towards the boiler room step by step. Suddenly a man took off his hat and threw it on the ground: "Damn it, I don't want to be a traitor! I quit! I would rather go out to work than suffer this cowardice here." powerful!"

Others looked at the worker who was leaving, their eyes full of struggle.

Reality is stronger than people, what can they do?

Are they really traitors? But otherwise, their whole family would have to drink the northwest wind.

"Uncle Mao, look, why bother..." Zhai Kuai shook his head, "If you do this, everyone will feel uncomfortable. Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about Da Zhuang. You did such a great job today. What will they do to clean up Da Zhuang in the future..."

The old man doesn't care about the house. But in this world, if there is anything he can't let go of, it must be Da Zhuang.

The other party is so rich, who can protect him for a lifetime?

Old Man hugged the notebook tightly in his arms and burst into tears.

"Uncle! Uncle! Xiaoyuan! Xiaoyuan!" Da Zhuang suddenly shouted as if he saw reinforcements.

"Who dares to bully my old hat brother! I'll fight with you!" Dad Zhuang's eyes turned red and he roared and rushed over, scaring everyone to retreat in a hurry.

"Uncle, these bad guys want to drive us away from home! They also want to steal my father's notebook!" Da Zhuang quickly stepped forward to complain.

Dad Zhuang picked up Old Hat Brother from the ground and said to Da Zhuang, "Let's take your dad to the hospital."

"Oh..." Da Zhuang said ignorantly, "But our house..."

"Xiaoyuan!" Zhuang's father said to Zhuang Buyuan.

"Dad, leave this to me." Zhuang Buyuan was furious: "Who touched my old uncle's finger just now?"

A group of people cowered in fear.

"Xiao Yuan..." Zhai Kuai wanted to speak.

"Are you worthy of calling me by my name?" Zhuang Buyuan slapped him with his backhand, and Zhai quickly fell to the ground and burst into tears.

Da Zhuang walked a few steps with Dad Zhuang, but suddenly stopped: "Uncle, Xiao Yuan and I are here, helping Xiao Yuan beat people!"

What fun is there in going to the hospital? You can fight here!

Father Zhuang put his hand on his forehead: "It's no use hurting this child..."