"So, you were beaten as disabled at that time, and now you and Zhou Ming are the only ones left?" Ye Mo's eyes flashed.

"That's right."

Sun Jingguo nodded: "Zhou Ming opened a breakfast shop in Dongcheng District and made a living by selling buns. Although there are a lot of customers every day, the security in Dongcheng District is too chaotic, and there will always be some idle people coming to collect protection fees."

"Zhou Ming broke one of his hands during that parade, so he naturally did not dare to fight against these idle people. He still paid the money he should pay every month, so even I can't compare to his life."

At the end, Sun Jingguo sighed:

"All this is because of the Jing family! Our lives are ruined!"

There was a hatred in Sun Jingguo's eyes.

"Take me to see Zhou Ming." Ye Mo said.

"good!"

Sun Jingguo did not refuse. He simply cleaned up the sewing shop and locked the door, and took Ye Mo and others to the depths of the Dongcheng District.

After walking for about half an hour, everyone stopped.

In front of me is a bun shop, Tianming bun shop.

At this time, seven or eight people were lined up at the door of the bun shop to buy breakfast, and the steamer was steaming, and a man in a white chef's uniform was picking up buns for the customer.

"One vegetable, one meat, one black rice porridge! 6.5 yuan, you can get it!"

"A sauerkraut bun, a radish bun, and a cup of soy milk!"

......

The man is Zhou Ming.

There was a conspicuous point in his right hand, bare and without palms.

Even so, I am extremely skilled in holding buns, which should be because I have mastered my skills over the years.

"Ten years ago, during that parade, Zhou Ming's entire right palm was cut off, so he fell out of disability."

Sun Jingguo glanced at Zhou Ming: "It's time to have breakfast now. Let's go find him after we finish our work."

Sun Jingguo limped and found a stone to sit down, lit a cigarette and waited quietly.

An hour later, fewer customers came to buy breakfast, and Zhou Ming's buns were almost sold out.

"Zhou Ming!"

Sun Jingguo took out a cigarette and walked towards Zhou Ming.

"Oh! Brother Jingguo, long time no see!"

Zhou Ming immediately showed a honest smile. Because he was often fumigated by steam, Zhou Ming's face turned red and covered in flesh, and looked a little cute.

At that time, Sun Jingguo was Zhou Ming's production team leader, and he was older than Zhou Ming's grade, so when he met Zhou Ming, he was called Jingguo Ge.

"Yes, there's something to do with you."

Sun Jingguo handed Zhou Ming a pack of cigarettes.

"Brother Jingguo, we have known each other for so many years. Just tell me what I can do. I will definitely help you!"

Zhou Ming barely swirled a towel with his right hand, wiped his hands, and then took the cigarette.

Click!

The smoke rises and the smell of smoke fills the air.

"I'll introduce you to the people from the Qingtian Evening News."

Sun Jingguo looked at Ye Mo and said with a smile.

Zhou Ming paused with a cigarette, his expression was stunned:
Chapter completed!