Everyone is surprised.

In the past, Ming Lang was a murderous and decisive person. How could he allow himself to be bullied like this? Maybe he didn't understand himself. He just wanted to make money to support his family, so why would he be pushed aside wherever he went? !

Either someone pulled him into a group to do some illegal activities, but he refused and was brutally targeted, or he went to a construction site in another place like now, or he would be treated differently and differently when working in other places.

He didn't think about stealing other people's jobs, he just thought that if he worked a little more, he would earn tens of dollars more, and if he took less rest, he might be able to add an extra piece of new clothes to his old mother in a month, and the family would be able to Eat more meat.

To be honest, his thoughts are so simple, but he seems to have compromised his life so much, so why are so many people still unwilling to let him go.

He nodded and smiled at the man, a gentleman without being embarrassed!

Then he pushed the cart and continued to walk forward. The man looked so unreasonable. Seeing that Minglang didn't beat him up, and his attitude was so good, he kept scolding him for being a wimp and a soft bone.

But Minglang pretended not to hear, because he knew that in this age group, there are old and young, and no one would buy out for his mistakes. , Then you have to lose money again!

If it was still the previous violent temper, it is estimated that he would have carried a few lives on his back, and he would definitely not be able to stay in Jiangyang City.

The daughter is still young, and the old mother at home is very old. If there is no heavy burden on her body, how can a man be bent down.

People nowadays are also shameless, if they touch it, they will fall to the ground and have to go to the hospital to have all the examinations done, and then ask for compensation. He would rather endure these insults than waste every minute and second of making money.

If you win, you will be jailed, if you lose, you will be hospitalized. When you are young, you are not afraid of anything, but when you are old, you always have to worry too much.

The yelling man felt tired of cursing and it was meaningless, so he went back to the edge again, bragging to the workers.

"Did you see it?! I said to him, he didn't even dare to fart, which kind of wimpy woman would be miserable for eight lifetimes if she followed him!"

The man said loudly.

But Minglang has been moving bricks in the distance with his head down, under such a big sun, his skin is also scorched.

Until noon, other people are also eating big fish and meat. Although it is at the construction site, if you have money, you can�t eat any meat, and there are extra meals!

But Ming Lang, even if he made a thousand yuan a day, he still ate white rice by the side, held a bag of pickles, and used a mobile phone that should have been eliminated seven or eight years ago to calculate the bill.

The more he looked like this, the more everyone pointed at him.

"Damn, how can you pretend like this! The boss just sent him more than 30,000 yuan, and it's fine if you don't invite us to dinner, but you don't even want to eat a piece of meat, who is pretending for it!"

"Yeah, I've heard that too. Originally, there were only more than 20,000 yuan this month, but the proprietress appreciated him and gave him a few thousand yuan more, and asked him to work overtime to move a truckload of goods! Why can't such a good thing happen to me? !"

"Who knows, pretending to be pitiful everywhere every day, moving a brick can cost tens of thousands of yuan a month, and you are so reluctant to add a dish, earning so much money to die?!"

Although everyone was dissatisfied with him and felt that he had robbed everyone of their work, six to seven thousand a month was not bad for ordinary people, but he insisted on twenty to thirty thousand a month, and his salary for moving bricks was higher than that of small white-collar workers.

Maybe everyone thinks that he doesn't fit in, if he doesn't invite everyone to a meal for tens of thousands of dollars a month, and doesn't give everyone cigarettes, then he is a guy who doesn't fit in.

But Minglang was sitting alone on the side, holding a bowl of white rice in his left hand, and there was only a pack of Yuquan mustard that cost one yuan on it. Even so, he was still reluctant to finish the mustard in one bite.

Just then, the phone in his hand rang.

A girl's voice came from the other side.

"Papa... have you eaten yet?!"

A little girl smiled sweetly on the other end of the phone.

Ming Lang is not a god, nor is he indestructible. He sat on the stairs exhausted, but after hearing his daughter's poop, the fatigue disappeared immediately. JrNovels.com