Chapter 341: Five hundred yuan

Chapter 341 Five Hundred Dollars
In Li Wen's heart, he was extremely disappointed with Lin Kai.
He thought that Lin Kai could fight the injustice for him, but he was wrong.
Lin Kai looked like a special soldier, but he was too arrogant. He came to Pan Daqing's home alone because he was a special soldier.
Now the gun has been taken away, and the recording pen has also been taken away.
They have nothing to do with Pan Daqing.
They couldn't beat them, and there was no evidence that they committed crimes.
Li Wen no longer trusts Lin Kai, he can only figure out a way to avenge Xiaofang.
He pulled Lin Kai and found Lin Kai motionless.
Lin Kai looked at Pan Daqing with piercing eyes, and said, "Have you seen enough guns? If you see enough, return them to me."
As soon as Lin Kai spoke, Brother Wang immediately raised his head and looked at Lin Kai.
Brother Wang sneered, stood up, and came to Lin Kai's front: "This shot, do you still want to go back?"
"You stolen the gun, are you embarrassed to ask for it?"
"I want this gun, go away! Stinky!"
Brother Wang's attitude is extremely arrogant.
Lin Kai frowned and sneered: "Hehe, it's really toasting and not eating fine wine. Is this gun okay? I have better ones, do you want to see it?"
Brother Wang frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
At this time, before Lin Kai could speak, another person walked into the living room.
This person, about 70 or 80 years old, is an old man.
The old man, dressed in patched clothes, a pair of straw sandals on his feet, and a crumpled five hundred yuan in his hand, walked into Pan Daqing's house.
Lin Kai took a look and immediately recognized who the visitor was. The visitor was the old village chief!
However, the eyes of the old village chief were not very good. After all, he was getting old. Besides, Lin Kai put on ordinary clothes. For a while, the old village chief did not recognize Lin Kai.
As soon as the old village chief appeared in the living room, there was a burst of laughter, and only a few young people were surrounded by the old village chief, playing with the old village chief's beard, without any respect.
At this time, Pan Daqing also saw the old village head and laughed: "Haha, yo, isn't this the old head of the village? Ask me Pan Daqing, what's the matter?"
"I'm still holding five hundred yuan. Wouldn't it be the one who knew that Pan Daqing was celebrating my birthday today and came to give gifts?"
Pan Daqing drew the five hundred yuan directly from the old village head, and he was not polite at all, and put it directly into his pocket.
The thin man on one side also smiled at this time: "Haha! Can't tell! Didn't this old man hear well before? Now he knows to hold Brother Pan's thigh? Hahaha!"
"Hahahaha!"
Everyone laughed, and looked at the old village chief in a playful manner.
And the old village chief's face also showed a simple smile: "Xiao Pan, yesterday there was a comrade soldier who helped our village get the big beehive down."
"That big honeycomb is a rare thing. It sold for more than 10,000 yuan. I calculated it according to the people in our village. It is 500 yuan for a family. After all, the honeycomb belongs to all of us."
"You take the five hundred dollars. I will go to someone else's house and send the money."
The old village chief smiled and said, after all, the old village chief turned around and wanted to leave Pan Daqing's home.
When Pan Daqing heard this, his eyes rolled and said: "Old man, wait!"
The old village head turned around, looked at Pan Daqing, and asked, "Xiao Pan, what else is going on?"
"Fuck you!" Pan Daqing slapped the head of the old village chief directly: "You're also called Xiao Pan? It's Brother Pan!"
When the old village chief heard this, his face also showed a helpless smile. He looked at Pan Daqing and said, "Little Pan, when your father was still alive, we were still good brothers with me. How could he be called Brother Pan? Isn't this a mess of generations?"
"I'm going to your mother!" When Pan Daqing heard the old village chief mention his dad, he almost kicked the old village chief.
"Don't mention that beast! There are obviously 30,000 yuan in the family, even if he donates it, he won't give it to my son. He is not worthy of being my dad!"
Pan Daqing said angrily.
A bitter smile appeared on the old village chief's face: "That's not the past, Xiao Pan, you are addicted to gambling, and your father dare not give it to you!"
"Don't mention my dad!" Pan Daqing was angry and pointed at the old village chief with a vicious look.
The old village chief was aggrieved at this time just like a child, standing at the door, dare not say a word.
"You said that the honeycomb sold for more than 10,000 yuan, right?" Pan Daqing asked at this time.
The old village chief is an honest person. He nodded and said, "Yes, I just sent it to a few stores. I will go to someone else's house to send money later."
"So, the ten thousand yuan is on you?" Pan Daqing gave a smirk and asked again.
The old village chief was stunned this time. No matter how honest he was, he knew what Pan Daqing was making!
At that time, the old village chief covered his pocket and said: "Xiao Pan, no, our village is so poor, this time it will finally be improved..."
The old village chief's words were not finished yet, but Pan Daqing's people had already held the old village chief, and Pan Daqing forcibly took out more than 10,000 yuan from the old village chief's pocket.
After seeing the money, Pan Daqing's eyes lit up and laughed loudly: "Hahaha! Really it, this old man is not a lie!"
The people all over the room watched Pan Daqing grab money from the old village chief, but no one came forward to stop him. Instead, they all smiled wickedly.
"Hahaha! Pan, it's posted, I must go out today!"
"Yes, a dozen dishes must be made!"
Pan Daqing was also happy at this time and said: "Don't worry, today Pan Ge's birthday is definitely arranged clearly!"
Brother Wang also looked at all this with a smile, more than 10,000 yuan, he did not take it seriously, so he did not ask Pan Daqing for money.
But the old village chief saw his money being snatched by Pan Daqing, and for a while, tears burst into tears, and his old face was full of pity.
He is old and doesn't remember anything, and he has forgotten who Pan Daqing is. In the old village chief's impression, Pan Daqing has always been a child.
Only now did the old village chief remember that Pan Daqing was a scumbag who cannibalize people without spitting out bones!
How can I go to his house to send money first?
I should arrange for Pan Daqing's money to be distributed at the end!
At that time, I saw the old village head grabbing Pan Daqing’s arm and begging:
Daqing, it’s really not good. Every household in our village is looking forward to these five hundred yuan to eat. Daqing, I know you are a good boy. Give the money to Uncle."
Pan Daqing drank a cigarette, looked at the old village head, and sneered. He had no sympathy for the old village head at all. If it weren't for the old village head's sociable face with his father, he would have played the old man to death.
"Now, let me go! Let go!" Pan Daqing pointed at the old village head with an arrogant expression.
"Daqing, you gave the money to Uncle, who is begging you, and Uncle knelt down for you!"
While talking, the old village chief knelt down tremblingly, his old face was full of helplessness and helplessness.