"These beggars really dare to attack. Look at that young man, his head was broken and he is bleeding."

"Why did they fight?"

"Hmph! I was watching from the other side. It was this young man who asked for a cucumber. If he didn't give it, he would use his fists. Now it's better. I didn't get the cucumber and got a beating in vain."

"This is a serious beating. Don't kill anyone. Why don't you call the police?"

"What a waste of time to report to the police! What will the police do when they come? There are just two beggars, how can they arrest them?"

Hu Pingtao was beaten badly.

He was caught off guard and received a stick on his foot. He fell down and never stood up again. The middle-aged beggar obviously had much more experience in fighting. He rushed over to hold him down and hit him hard several times on the stomach. The tiger was flat.

Tao screamed and was unable to fight back, and was kept suppressed and beaten.

When the middle-aged beggar had finished fighting, he spit out thick phlegm in disdain, sat back down, and continued eating cucumbers, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

Hu Pingtao was lying on the ground, holding his injured area and breathing heavily.

The skin on his forehead was broken and there was some blood. The injury was not serious, but the place where he was hit was very painful. He couldn't stand up for a while, so he could only roll to avoid the dazzling hot sun and crawl under the shadow of the building.

As soon as I lay down, it was night.

The highway is busy with traffic and pedestrians are constantly coming and going.

The middle-aged beggar finished eating the cucumbers and tomatoes, then left with a dirty woven bag on his back, embarking on the road in search of dinner.

Before leaving, he turned around and glanced this way.

From the agreed angle known only to each other, Hu Pingtao, who seemed to be seriously injured and lying on the ground, made an "ok" gesture towards himself that no one else could see.

So, he turned around and left with peace of mind.

Across the road is a four-story building.

This is located outside the Third Ring Road of Jinzhou City.

In recent years, real estate development has been a popular industry for making money. High-rise buildings are rising from the ground. When people buy new houses, the old buildings are vacant. They can either rent them out to earn some living expenses, or wait for demolition and make a windfall.

There are few people and many buildings in this neighborhood, and almost all the old buildings are rentals.

There is a sign hanging outside the unit door at the entrance of the small building: Yali Dance School.

The sun goes down and the night gets darker.

Several food stalls have appeared on the street, occupying part of the road. The urban management has already gone off work, and unless it is a holiday or a day required by the superiors, they usually will not take care of it.

Hu Pingtao's injuries seemed to have recovered. People walking on the road and food stall operators saw him standing up on his knees and sitting on the curb in a daze.

The time soon reached midnight, and several taxis stopped on the roadside. The driver opened the cab door and stepped out. They each ordered supper and sat on the stools of the food stalls to eat slowly.

Hu Pingtao drooled, held out a broken bowl with his dirty hands, and came forward to beg for food.

People looked at him with disgust and had mixed reactions.

The food stall operators waved them away like flies.

Someone threw a few coins and looked at him with a mocking expression as he knelt and crawled to pick up the coins like a treasure.

I was lucky today. I met a kind-hearted driver. He finished a portion of claypot rice, picked his teeth with toothpicks, raised his hand and called the food stall owner, pointed at Hu Pingtao, who was exuding a stench all over his body, and said lightly:

"This guy is quite pitiful, give him a meal!"

As long as there is business, the boss will not exclude customers. He glanced at the empty rice cooker on the table that the driver had just finished eating, and asked with a smile: "How about one like yours?"

The driver nodded, took out his mobile phone and scanned the green QR code on the table. He stood up from the folding stool with a burp and sighed: "It's not easy. I want to make money to support my family. He just wants to

A mouthful of rice... only costs a dozen yuan. If you do good deeds, God is watching and you will be rewarded with good things."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards his car, opened the door, started the engine, and drove away.

This is very true and logical.

The boss padded it with thick gloves and took a piece of claypot rice from the stove. He wanted to put it directly at Hu Pingtao's feet with some disgust. After thinking about it, he turned around and put it on the table. He moved it towards Hu Pingtao.

He waved and said pleasantly: "I paid for it for you, so eat it while it's hot."

Hu Pingtao nodded numbly, pulled up the stool and sat down.

Looking at his hands covered with black mud, the boss sighed and poked his shoulder with his finger: "Come here, wash your hands before eating."

Dishwashing liquid was put into the dishwashing water to wash away the dirt. The contrast between the white palms and the dark wrists was sharp.

Hu Pingtao was eating with his head down when the door of "Yali Dance School" inside the green belt opened, and with a burst of laughter, two men and one woman came out.

The woman is young and beautiful, with long, smooth hair dyed a very conspicuous light golden color, a slim waist and plump hips, and a hot figure. She is wearing a transparent women's shirt on her upper body, which can be seen from more than ten meters away.

She was wearing black underwear and a very short leather skirt underneath. Even though it was night, you could see the scenery inside while she was striding. She was obviously not wearing anything.

Two men were accompanying her on one side and the other on the right. The three of them were flirting and flirting all the way to the food stall and ordered their favorite food.

They were a little surprised by Hu Pingtao who was sitting at the table eating. One of the men pointed here, turned around and asked the boss who was cooking: "Why is there a beggar here? You don't care?"

The boss quickly explained: "There was a customer just now who saw how pitiful he was, so he bought him a meal."

As he said that, he raised his finger and pointed at the empty table in the corner: "You guys can sit over there! There's wind there, it's cool, and it's clean."

It's nothing to do with yourself, and usually no one would argue with a beggar.

The three of them turned around and walked to the empty table and sat down.

This woman was obviously used to being a prostitute. She was sitting on a folding stool, deliberately crossing her legs. Her milky white stiletto heels were lifted on her toes, exposing her heels. She was trembling, and most of her buttocks were swaying in white under the light. She

But he didn't care.

She was very active. She hugged the man on the left and whispered softly in his ear. She smiled and raised her fist and hit the man on the right affectionately. Then she simply took off her high heels and dangled her feet under the table.

Intentionally or unintentionally, she touched the legs of two men, which was very exciting.

People who were having late-night snacks had different reactions to this. Some were very interested and couldn't take their eyes away, and even raised their chopsticks to make various provocative moves towards the woman; some looked serious and looked like the world was declining.

Hu Pingtao turned his back to them and carefully dug out the rice cake at the bottom of the clay pot with a spoon.

This stuff is very hard, but it tastes delicious.

After eating, he walked up to the boss who was busy and nodded briefly as a thank you.

He turned around, picked up the woven bag filled with various sundries, walked to the opposite side of the street, lay down at the corner of the wall, leaned against the woven bag, and looked silently in the dark, looking over here from a distance.

That woman is not a local - her accent is a bit strange, her enunciation and pronunciation sound a bit awkward, it is a changed version of Mandarin, not Cantonese.

The two men and one woman quickly finished eating and left. They followed the way they came and opened the door of "Yali Dance School". When they walked in, the man on the left kissed the woman's neck. The woman smiled and lifted her up.

He lightly touched his forehead with his hand.

There are fewer and fewer people on the streets.

At around three o'clock, the food stalls were closed.

There were no people on the road, and even few cars passed by. Apart from the annoying "buzzing" sound of the mosquitoes flying around, there were only tireless crickets in the dark corners screaming desperately.

Suddenly, dazzling car lights appeared at the end of the road in the distance. Soon, as they got closer, they could clearly see that they were two "Jinbei" minibuses. The car stopped on the roadside, and the driver jumped out of the cab, opened the door, and got out.

Dozens of scantily clad young women wearing heavy makeup.

Hu Pingtao lay motionless in the darkness, seemingly asleep.

He saw everything clearly. Fifteen women got out of one car and twelve got out of another car, a total of twenty-seven.

I also remember the license plate number very clearly, but I guess this is of no use as it is most likely a fake car.

Including the driver, the people escorting the car were all men, six in total in the two cars. They were holding short sticks or other things in their hands, or they might be stun machines, or daggers... The distance was too far, and it was difficult to distinguish them.

Someone in the building opened the door and took the women in.

The driver and the man escorting the car got back into the car, started the engine and left.

It's dawn.

…

Beggar is a very disguised identity.

Whether fighting or rummaging through nearby garbage dumps for valuables, it is a normal daily behavior for beggars.

Hu Pingtao got up very early. He dragged his woven bag across the road and came to the back of the "Yali Dance School" opposite, opened the sky blue trash can, and started today's treasure hunt.

There were no trash cans here originally.

Two months ago, the subdistrict office decided to set up a temporary garbage collection station here. So a dozen garbage cans were placed against the wall, the step-open type.

Where there is garbage, beggars are inevitable.

Hu Pingtao can find some discarded cardboard boxes and many empty beverage bottles from the trash can every day. He collects these discarded items and drags them through the streets, selling them for more than ten yuan.

Just last week, a beggar from outside also took a fancy to this place. He and Hu Pingtao had a fight over the right to occupy it.

The dispute occurred under the wall behind the "Yali Dance School". Just across the wall, people inside could clearly hear the two beggars pointing at each other's noses and yelling curses. The verbal dispute quickly turned into punches.

Later, it evolved into picking up any objects around and throwing them at each other.

Hu Pingtao was hit several times, but the beggar from outside was also seriously injured. He bled a lot and soaked his clothes. He screamed and ran away, but was chased hundreds of meters away by Hu Pingtao, who was extremely powerful in combat.

If Hu Pingtao hadn't been too seriously injured in the last fight, he wouldn't have lost to the middle-aged beggar in yesterday's fight. He has had difficulty moving during this period and even walked with a limp.
To be continued...