Chapter 272 Getting into Trouble While Getting into a House

Xia Weimin became anxious when he saw that Qiao Changdong didn't seem to be joking.

Ignoring the pain in her tailbone, she rushed over anxiously and said, "Brother Dong, if I said anything wrong, you can hit me or scold me, just don't send me away. I... I'll slap myself, okay?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped himself repeatedly in the mouth.

He came to see Qiao Changdong this time because he heard from a friend that Qiao Changdong was going to build a house and was paying extra wages, twice the usual amount!

This is something that doesn't happen anywhere else in Hongfeng Town.

Even if he only does odd jobs, he can still earn ten or twenty yuan by the 30th of the lunar year, which is nine days away!

In just nine days, he was able to earn what others earned in a month—something he never dared to dream of before.

Moreover, he believed he had some connections with Qiao Changdong, and he thought he could get a purchasing job and maybe even make some extra money, which would make him a rich man this year!

So when they learned about this, they rushed over as fast as they could.

They just wanted to beg Qiao Changdong to give them a job opportunity.

Little did he know that before he could even ask for help, he was kicked by Qiao Changdong.

Having lost both face and dignity, Xia Weimin still had to put on a brave face and say nice things to people. He was extremely angry.

But he endured it for the sake of money.

To his surprise, Qiao Changdong dismissed his apology and said to him, "Get out, get out, don't make me say it a second time!"

After saying this to Xia Weimin, Qiao Changdong looked at the other young men, this time in a slightly gentler tone.

"It's not that I'm unwilling to hire you. As you can see, I arranged the workers a couple of days ago, and the wages are within my budget. Adding you would exceed the limit. Or are you willing to work for me for free?"

"If that's the case, then thank you in advance, brother. Don't worry, although there's no pay, breakfast and lunch are still provided. Do you want them?"

"Oh, is that so? Haha, then we won't join in the fun."

When one of the young men heard that Qiao Changdong wanted to keep them here to do unpaid work, he immediately refused.

The others joined in the banter, chatting amongst themselves as they prepared to leave.

Xia Weimin was the only one who didn't get a job and was even kicked in the face. He was so angry that he knew there was no hope for the job, so he stopped smiling.

He spat at Qiao Changdong and sneered, "Pah, what is he? He's just made a few stinking bucks, and he really thinks he's something special!"

Qiao Changdong frowned.

His expression instantly turned ugly again.

But with his soft, delicate little daughter in his arms, he restrained himself, not wanting to appear as a grumpy, fighting adult in front of her.

He swore he would set a good example for his baby.

I tried to hold back for a while, but in the end I couldn't resist!

He shoved the little body in his arms into Yan Liti's arms and said, "Aunt Yan, cover the baby's eyes!"

He chased after him and began punching and kicking Xia Weimin, who was clearly frightened by his actions.

Of course, the one who got hit the most was Xia Weimin's mouth.

Speaking of fighting.

These thugs couldn't beat him before, let alone recently, because of Shen Qingyan's provocation, Qiao Changdong has become even more strict with himself and trained harder.

He kicked the person face down, then grabbed them by the back of the neck and flipped them over, punching their mouth three times.

Only after the mouth was slapped until it bled and could no longer utter any more foul language did Qiao Changdong carry the man out of the grounds of his house.

"You...you..." Xia Weimin supported himself with one hand on the ground and pointed at Qiao Changdong with the other. His finger trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

He was even more shocked to see that the town's well-known Old Master Mo and Qiao Changcai, one after the other, led a group of teenagers running from behind Qiao Changdong.

"What, is someone causing trouble?" Qiao Changcai asked, frowning.

Every day before breakfast, they would jog for an hour to warm up at their martial arts school. Qiao Changcai and Grandpa Mo used to not take this route, but today they changed their route specifically to check on how Qiao Changdong's work was going.

Unexpectedly, I saw Qiao Changdong beating someone up.

If it were in the past...

Qiao Changcai might suspect that his younger brother is causing trouble again.

But now that his younger brother has a daughter, she's incredibly well-behaved and definitely won't cause any trouble!

After Qiao Changcai finished asking his question, the group of boys behind him started chattering and asking their own questions.

"Uncle Dong, who is this person?"

"Uncle, do you need our help?"

"Uncle Changdong, is this person doing something bad? Do you want us to teach you a trick?"

"..."

Although Grandpa Mo didn't speak, his gaze towards Xia Weimin was somewhat scrutinizing.

It scanned back and forth several times, from top to bottom and then from bottom to top.

It was as if they were observing this person to see if they had the potential to become a human punching bag for their martial arts school.

Xia Weimin's skin tightened from watching.

They dared not linger any longer and practically fled in terror.

One Qiao Changdong beat him senseless; if a whole bunch of them came, he'd be finished.

The other thugs who were following Xia Weimin didn't dare to linger and quickly disappeared behind him.

If before they were resentful because Qiao Changdong rejected them, and plotted to trip him up, then...

After that experience, they were completely too scared to do it again.

At this moment, they also remembered Qiao Changdong's background.

Qiao Changdong's second brother, Qiao Changcai, is the son-in-law of the martial arts school in town, and his brother-in-law, Meng Zhengcheng, is the deputy director of the police station!

Oh shit.

They own everything, from the white to the black!

We can't afford to mess with them.

"It's nothing, he just had a foul mouth, I just gave him a little scolding. Uncle Mo, what are you doing here?"

"Come and see how things are going. If you're short-handed, just tell me. My apprentices may not be good at much else, but they're certainly strong. They won't take your wages, just provide meals!"

Grandpa Mo pointed to the twenty-odd boys behind him, ranging in age from twelve to eighteen, and chuckled as he made his sales pitch.

He thought it would save him the trouble of training each person individually.

Qiao Changdong was both amused and exasperated.

His parents sent him to the martial arts school to practice martial arts and improve his health; how could he dare to use it?

I listened to it as a joke and didn't take it to heart.

Little did they know that what Grandpa Mo said was true; their usual physical training involved carrying bricks, stones, and water.

If you can't do the professional work of building a house, then carrying bricks and mixing cement is a piece of cake.

Moreover, the muscles trained in this way are truly useful muscles, not just empty shells.

He was quite disappointed when Qiao Changdong refused: "Really, I don't need it. I don't need any money, just a meal will do."