Reborn 1990: Make a fortune and become well-off

Lin Xiaoshu, who was in high spirits, felt a chill on the back of his neck. The street kid grabbed his collar and pulled him back. He was choked so hard that he couldn't move.

Lin Xiaoshu, who had sneaked out, felt guilty and begged for mercy, "I was wrong. I never dare to come to a place like this again. Don't arrest us."

Lin Xiaoshu was worried about who was meddling in his own business. If he told his mother, he would have to break his legs.

His academic performance was not good to begin with. Now that he has finally been able to go to a sports school, his mother has just been happy for a few days. If he commits another crime, the broomstick will be waiting for him.

Several streetwalkers understood and knew that Lin Xiaoshu regarded them as nosy people. They patted the back of Lin Xiaoshu's head and said with a smile, "I'm afraid your mother will beat me, so just hand over the money. I will protect you from now on."

When several companions saw that it was a street kid, their faces turned pale and they murmured and did not dare to speak.

Lin Xiaoshu could only bite the bullet and said, "Brother, we are all students, how can we have any money."

"If you don't have money, you're going to the video studio?"

"It's all saved in daily life, and I just gave it to the boss."

Lin Xiaoshu's voice was trembling, and he glanced secretly at some street gangsters, thinking that since he didn't have a dime on him, he should be able to get by after a while.

Those street guys stretched out their hands and slapped Lin Xiaoshu's face unceremoniously, "If you don't have any money, go home and ask your mother to go. We and your friends will be waiting for you here."

Lin Xiaoshu regretted that he had talked too much, but regretting it now was useless.

He looked at the street gangsters carefully, fearing that he would offend them if he said anything wrong, "Brother, we will definitely send it to you when we save pocket money in the future, so just let us go."

When Jie Liuzi heard this, he kicked Lin Xiaoshu directly, and then he hit Lin Xiaoshu with his fine fists and feet, and cursed in his mouth.

"I asked you to save your pocket money, I asked you to save your pocket money...how much pocket money do we think you have?"

Lin Xiaoshu held his head and dodged, moaning in pain and begging for mercy.

Several friends were frightened when they saw this.

The classmate who was usually close to Lin Xiaoshu was scared. He tugged on Lin Xiaoshu's clothes and said, "Xiaoshu, your mother asked Song Yi for a gift of 1 yuan. The family must have money. You can secretly get some when you go home."

Lin Xiaoshu trembled in his heart, knowing that it was useless to cry about poverty now.

He glanced at the talkative man with some resentment, thinking that he would break up with such people in the future.

I also blame my mother for being too public and talking about the 1 yuan gift. Many people must be jealous. After all, even he, a child, knows that 1 yuan is a lot of money.

If these gangsters hear it, how can they be willing to let them go?

When Jie Liuzi heard such a large amount of money, they exchanged glances, grabbed Lin Xiaoshu's collar and said, "Go home and get it!"

"I don't dare, my mother won't give me money." Shu Xiaoshu cried.

"Brother, I have a good idea for you. You go home and tell your mother that you broke my imported sunglasses, which costs 100 yuan." The street kid took off his sunglasses, broke off the temples, and put them into Lin Xiaoshu's hands. .

Lin Xiaoshu looked at the dark temples and trembled in her heart. For their family, 100 yuan was enough money to save for a month without eating or drinking.

Lin Xiaoshu immediately thought of the scene where Zhao Cuihua was holding a broom and chasing him throughout the courtyard. Gudong, he swallowed a gulp of saliva.

Before Lin Xiaoshu could say anything else, he was pushed several meters away by the street kid.

"Where is your home? I will accompany you back!"

"My mother values ​​money as much as her life. She can't get it out so easily. Brother, why don't you break my legs." Lin Xiaoshu cried, holding on to luck, hoping that this street kid would sympathize with him.

His mother sold all his sisters for money, and he knew this very well.

Seeing his cowardice, the street kid sneered, "If I break your leg, I still have to go in. I just want money. If you can't get the money, then I can only call the police."

Just call the police!

Lin Xiaoshu was filled with despair. Somehow, he thought of his sister Lin Meihui's cold eyes.

At that time, Lin Meihui must have been desperate.

Lin Xiaoshu wanted to run, but his collar was pulled tightly. There was no one on the road to the video hall, so he could only cry.

At this moment, a familiar figure broke into sight.

Song Yi, who had an upright figure and was wearing a blue t-shirt, was passing by the alley. Lin Xiaoshu's eyes lit up, "Brother-in-law!"

After hearing the sound, Song Yi walked over and turned back. When he saw Lin Xiaoshu who was grabbed by the collar in the alley, he frowned and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Brother-in-law, save me!"

Song Yi originally didn't want to deal with this matter. The Lin family's attitude towards Lin Meihui was indifferent, and Song Yi had long since drawn a clear line with this family.

Seeing Lin Xiaoshu crying with tears all over his face and a street kid behind him, Song Yi finally softened his heart.

"What's wrong with him? Why are you holding on to him like this?" Song Yi asked aloud.

When the street kid saw someone coming, he calmed down, and then he confidently spread his hands and said, "He tried to fix the broken legs of my imported glasses. I asked him to pay for it, but he refused."

"how much is it?"

Song Yi thought, things that can be solved with money are easy to say.

The glasses frame didn't look like an expensive thing, and he was usually a street gangster dressed in style, so he asked about it.

Lin Xiaoshu cried and said, "Brother-in-law, I didn't break that. He wanted to extort money..."

"Shut up!" Jie Liuzi said, raising his hand to start, Song Yi walked over and held the man's hand.

"If you have anything to say, please tell me. He is still a child, and if he does anything, you will have to pay for it if he breaks it." Song Yi said coldly.

Song Yi didn't usually deal with people very much, and his indifference made people awe after seeing him.

"My glasses cost 100 yuan. If I lose the money, I'll leave." Jie Liuzi said confidently.

Song Yi reached for the glasses frame and looked left and right. The street kid thought that Song Yi was worried that the things were too expensive and he couldn't afford to pay for them, so he continued, "New glasses cost more than 200 yuan. I'll pay [-] yuan for these [-]% new glasses." It’s quite cheap for you.”

In the past, Song Yi might have been fooled by him.

He had been in and out of the supply and marketing cooperative frequently in the past few days. There were not many things in it, and he had a good memory. He remembered seeing this kind of glasses inside, which were made of plastic.

Sure enough, Song Yi saw the words "Made by Jiefang Plastic Factory No. [-]" on the temples, his face darkened, and he threw the glasses to the street kid.

"I'm warning you, you can either get out of here now, or go to the police station with me. Tell the police which country these glasses were imported from, and I'll compensate you."

After Song Yi finished speaking, he picked up Lin Xiaoshu and left with a long stride.

Lin Xiaoshu's heart was pounding, thinking that the street runner would definitely catch up with him, but he didn't expect that there was no movement behind him.

He somewhat admired this Song Yi, who was much better than his group of traitorous friends.

Song Yi took Lin Xiaoshu to the door of his house. Lin Xiaoshu moved his steps and refused to enter. Song Yi knew that he was afraid of seeing Lin Meihui, so he said, "You go home now. Maybe the parents of those friends are at your house. Come back." At my house, wait until your mother’s anger has passed before you go home.”