Chapter 251: Injustice

Ding Shuigen snorted, with a look of disgust, and continued to eat.
A few yellow hairs sat down and started bragging that he had cut people at the age of fourteen, and that he had bloomed buds for the flowers at the age of twelve.
While listening to the story, Zhang Jun quickly got rid of the food. He was about to walk away when a yellow-haired young man suddenly slapped the table and shouted, "Fuck, your mother! Why is there a fly on the brine?"
After speaking, he stretched out his hand and pinched a dead fly from the stewed meat, with an angry expression on his face.
Zhang Jun and the others sat opposite, and they clearly saw that the young Huang Mao had caught a fly from the table, and then pinched it to death before throwing it on the brine. Obviously, these four yellow hairs are deliberately looking for faults, probably to blackmail the stall owner.
The boss's expression changed. He stepped forward and took a look, and quickly said, "No, I picked it up by myself. When I brought it, it was clean and free of flies."
"Fuck! The old man is saying we lied?" The young man stood up and slapped the boss with his hand.
The poor old man was over sixty years old. He was dizzy with a palm. He sat on the ground with blood in his mouth, his expression was both angry and humiliating.
"Dare to let us eat flies and be dead old ghosts!" Another young man stood up and yelled fiercely. He kicked the food truck a few times arrogantly, and threw the food from the truck and threw it on the ground.
"What are you doing?" Ding Shuigen stood up suddenly, and rushed to the beating Huang Mao in a daze, with a just and awe-inspiring look.
The four yellow hairs all stood up, immediately encircled Ding Shuigen in the middle, and said in a gloomy voice: "Yeah, whose crotch hasn't been sewn well, your hair is coming? Do you want to take care of our business?"
Ding Shuigen opened his eyes and said, "You obviously put the flies in, why do you want to beat the old man?"
"boom!"
One Huang Mao lifted his foot and kicked Ding Genshui to the ground. Four people picked up the bench on the ground and beat them. Ding Genshui did not react, and was beaten to the ground in an instant and lost the ability to fight back.
Seeing this scene, his two companions turned pale, willing to help, but didn't dare to offend this group of people, they could only cower and bow their heads.
Zhang Jun didn't even look at the scene. He slowly ate the last piece of braised pork before he got up and said impatiently: "Hey, if you hit it again, you will kill someone." After that, he walked over to several people.
When Si Huangmao saw that there was another person with a head, one of them sneered and walked towards Zhang Jun, carrying a wooden stool and hitting him on his head with all his strength, still spitting foul language in his mouth.
Zhang Jun moved like electricity, grabbed the stool that had fallen in the air, and then threw it back.
"collapse!"
Huang Mao's arm bone was broken by a blow, and then the forehead was hit, and he fell into a coma with the blood flow. To say less, it was the end of a severe concussion.
The other three were startled. They all rushed over with a roar when they saw their companions brought down. How could these Xu Hun be Zhang Jun's opponents, he was knocked to the ground with a few punches, his bones were broken and the tendons were injured, and he was screaming.
After repairing a few little ruffians, Zhang Jun stepped forward to help Ding Shuigen and smiled: "Brother, you are enough to grow, but you have to do what you can to fight against injustices, don't take your life."
Ding Shuigen and the others had been stunned for a long time. He was lifted up by Zhang Jun and tremblingly said: "Brother rich and honour, you...you are too good, martial arts master!"
Zhang Jun rolled his eyes and said, "I'm a master of farts, I can only order three-legged cat kung fu." Then he glanced at the screaming people on the ground and asked, "What are you going to do with them?"
Ding Shuigen wiped his face, a ruthless color flashed in his eyes, and said, "Mom pulls me, dare to beat Laozi, I'll do it. You die!"
After speaking, he ignored the pain on his body, picked up the stool and walked over and slammed several people, interrupting the arms, legs and legs of several Huang Mao, and then stepped heavily on it to relieve his breath.
Seeing that he was finished, Zhang Jun gave him a thumbs up and smiled: "Brother, have the courage."
Ding Shuigen smiled "hehe" and said, "Brother, if it weren't for you, I would definitely be crippled today. Let's go, let's change the place, brother invite you to drink."
Zhang Jun waved his hand: "Don't drink the wine, deal with these people first, otherwise they will come back to their senses, and they will definitely find the trouble of the uncle of the stall."
"How to deal with it?" Ding Shuigen obviously has no experience with this kind of thing, so he asked Zhang Jun.
Zhang Jun said: "Easy." Then he walked over and clicked on the four people's heads. In fact, he secretly injected a golden needle into an acupuncture point on the opponent's brain. Once this acupuncture point is damaged, the memory will be lost, making a person a serious amnesiac.
At first sight, these people were not good. Zhang Jun turned them into patients with amnesia, so that he would not bother to set up a stall and punished them by the way.
After finishing the hands and feet, he asked Ding Shuigen to pile all four people into the Japanese car, and then the two got into the car. Ding Shuigen glanced at the two companions who were dumbfounded, and said, "You go back first, and I will go back to the repair shop tomorrow."
The old man has stood up, and said to Ding Shuigen and Zhang Jun in a very grateful manner: "You son, thank you!"
Zhang Jun smiled and waved his hands: "Old man, come to eat your braised pork another day, next time you have a discount."
The old man smiled and said: "Next time I will ask you to eat."
The car left in the dust. When they entered the bustling area of ​​the city, the two directly left the car on the street, and then found a hotel to rest temporarily. Zhang Jun didn't have an ID card, but Ding Shuigen did, so he didn't have trouble checking in.
Zhang Jun took a hot bath, and when he came out he found that Ding Shuigen had bought a large pack of snacks and drinks, and there was a cigarette sitting there waiting for him to come out.
"Brother Fugui, can you teach me kung fu?" When he saw Zhang Jun, he suddenly said such a sentence. It turned out that Zhang Jun's previous skills were too sharp, which shocked Ding Shuigen. He was looking forward to becoming a master like Zhang Jun and couldn't wait to learn from a teacher.
Zhang Jun listened to joy and said, "Okay, I can teach you, I'm afraid you can't bear the hardship."
"I'm not afraid of hardship!" Ding Shuigen straightened his neck, with the same expression as when facing Huang Mao, very serious.
Zhang Jun nodded. Although it was a bit late to learn martial arts at the age of twenty, it was not impossible to learn.
While chatting, Zhang Jun asked about Ding Shuigen's work. He works in an auto repair factory and earns three to four thousand yuan a month. His younger sister studies at Xijiang University and visits him every weekend.
Zhang Jun asked: "Shuigen, does the auto repair shop still hire workers?"
Ding Shuigen was overjoyed when he heard it: "Brother Fugui, do you also repair cars?"
Zhang Jun knows how to repair cars, but his Buddha's eyes can see through everything, and he can see where the car is wrong at a glance, which is better than the best car repairer. With a little training, you will become the highest level repair technician in the world.
"A little bit." Zhang Jun said, "Can I go there?"
"Of course it can!" Ding Shuigen smiled, "The factory is not big. There are only three of us. The boss is about to hire people. It's good for you to go now. But the salary in the first few months is not high, a little more than two thousand."
Zhang Jun said: "Not more than two thousand, you can do it."
Ding Shuigen was broken and smiled: "Brother Fugui, in the future, I can repair the car and learn kung fu from you?"
Zhang Jun said lightly: "Okay, as long as you are willing to endure hardship, you can teach you at any time."
The next day, Ding Shuigen drove Zhang Jun back to the auto repair shop in a car. The auto repair shop is not far from the grilling booth, located in a two-story building on the side of the road. The boss is a fat man in his forties who speaks very kindly.
Because of Ding Shuigen’s guarantee, he simply asked about the situation and left Zhang Jun with a tentative salary of two thousand a month.
After discussing the salary, the boss asked Ding Genshui to help him get acquainted with the environment, and his people left.
There used to be only three workers in the factory. In addition to Ding Shuigen, the other two are Xiao Zhao and Xiao Liu, all of whom have good skills. Perhaps because of yesterday's events, Xiao Zhao and Xiao Liu were embarrassed to see Ding Shuigen and didn't speak much. Ding Shuigen ignored them and took Zhang Jun to visit the factory.
The ground floor of the small building is a repair shop, and there is a small yard of more than 200 square meters behind it for storing cars. On the second floor is a rest place for several maintenance workers. The repair shop is open 24 hours a day. To be ready to receive customers at any time, they must live here.
Ding Shuigen quickly helped Zhang Jun prepare the bed and daily necessities, and also introduced him in detail to the operation of the stone and the commission algorithm for maintenance.
Throughout the morning, Zhang Jun carefully watched the three men repair the car. He found that most of the people who came here for maintenance were forklifts, pickups, large and medium-sized vans, and a small number of private cars.
Whenever he repaired a car, he would analyze the structure and working principle of the car in perspective, basically at a glance, he felt that repairing the car is not difficult.
By the afternoon, he had already started pointing a few people to repair the car.
At this time, a private car that was always stalled was sent for inspection. Zhang Jun took a look and said to Ding Shuigen: "Shuigen, listen to the sound, this car should be that the high-voltage coil of the distributor is broken. You should replace it."
Ding Shuigen was taken aback, and said, "Brother Fugui, can you really hear it?"
A smart car repairer can judge what is wrong based on the sound of the engine, but it takes a long time of practice and countless maintenance experience to do it. Ding Shuigen does not believe that Zhang Jun has reached this level.
Xiao Zhao and Xiao Liu looked at each other, and they didn't believe it either. Xiao Zhao said, "Just open it and you'll know."
Ding Shuigen also wanted to know whether Zhang Jun's judgment was accurate, so he started together and quickly disassembled the engine. Upon inspection, it was found that the fault was caused by dents on the part of the high voltage coil.
The three people immediately admired Zhang Jun and regarded him as the top player in the industry.
Next, regardless of forklift, van or pickup, Zhang Jun can see the problem at a glance. His advice has greatly improved the efficiency of maintenance, and it can often be done in a few minutes.
You know, in normal times, they have to check carefully to find the fault of the car.How can they be as fast as Zhang Jun and know the fault with a glance?
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