sbdcsierra Chapter 112 I'm Not Begging
Chapter 112 I'm Not Begging
What Ye Qingyao said to Qin Feng seemed a little cloudy.
I don't quite understand what he means.
She glanced at the clock on the wall, it was not too early now.
Ye Qingyao yawned unconsciously.
Afterwards, she said good night to Qin Feng, walked upstairs leisurely and went back to her room to sleep.
Early the next morning.
The sun slowly rose from the distant horizon, and the warm morning sun poured on every corner of Yuncheng.
Wang Qing was still kneeling on the square in the city center, falling asleep soundly with his head raised.
Soon, the movement around him woke him up.
Wang Qing suddenly opened his eyes and raised his head, scanning the surrounding situation.
There are already many passers-by in the square, and there are many more vehicles driving on the road at this moment.
The passers-by who came and went naturally noticed Wang Qing who was kneeling.
They pointed and talked about Wang Qing in private.
He could clearly hear those people laughing at him.
It turned out that this was not a dream, it was real!
Wang Qing clenched his fists tightly, his veins bulging.
He supported the ground with his hands, trying to drag his body away with his hands.
But the method Qin Feng used for him was really weird.
His lower body seemed to be firmly nailed to the ground, no matter how much Wang Qing's upper body struggled, it still remained where it was.
"Bastard!" Wang Qing hammered the ground with his fist angrily.
A five or six-year-old boy noticed Wang Qing who was in a panic.
He tugged at the corner of his mother's clothes, pointed to Wang Qing and said, "Mom, that person looks so pitiful."
"Can I give him some money, Mom."
The boy's mother took out some change from her pocket and handed it to her child.
She fondled the little boy's head.
"My baby is really kind. If you give this money to a beggar, he will thank you."
The little boy nodded obediently while holding the money, then trotted up to Wang Qing, and threw the change in his hand into the bowl.
The little boy said in a childlike voice: "Big brother, you take this little money and go buy some steamed buns later."
Wang Qing looked at the change thrown in the bowl, his eyes widened.
This scene strongly stimulated his brain.
He is the majestic eldest son of the Wang family, and he is going to be reduced to being poorly handed over by a little boy.
Wang Qing angrily knocked over the bowl
, he growled at the little boy: "What the hell, labor and capital are not beggars, take your money and get lost."
The little boy was obviously taken aback by Wang Qing's sudden rage.
The next second, there were tears in his eyes, and he burst into tears immediately.
"Woooooh, mom..."
Seeing that something was wrong, the mother of the little boy ran up to comfort her son.
She accused Wang Qing angrily and said, "I said, you beggar, are you sick?"
"My son kindly gave you money, but you actually scared him to tears."
"You apologize to my son immediately, hurry up!"
Wang Qing's eyes were bloodshot, and he said frantically, "Apologize to your son? You deserve it too. Do you know who I am?"
"I'm the majestic young master of the Wang family. Believe it or not, I'll kill you after today."
The little boy's mother's face became even more angry.
"Snapped--"
She simply slapped Wang Qing with a slap, and said brokenly, "I think you are mentally ill."
The little boy's mother hurriedly took her son and left the scene.
In the next two hours, Wang Qing was watched by all kinds of eyes around him.
Ridicule, pity, doubt...
At the same time, some naughty kids were throwing stones at his face with slingshots.
Wang Qing's face was covered with bruises and scars.
He now feels that his spirit is a little trance.
He kept his head down, not daring to look at the eyes of the people around him.
"Tatatatat—"
A crisp sound of footsteps approached Wang Qing.
"How is it? Young Master Wang, is the begging going well today?" Qin Feng teased with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
How could Wang Qing not be familiar with Qin Feng's voice?
He hastily raised his head to look at Qin Feng, and begged bitterly: "Qin Feng, I really know I was wrong, please don't torture me anymore."
"I can do whatever you want, just don't humiliate me in front of so many people."
Wang Qing's mentality first changed from contempt to stubbornness to submission.
He just wants to get out of this ghost place quickly, he doesn't want to stay here for a moment.
After Qin Feng finished smoking, he rearranged the bowl that Wang Qing knocked over.
"You want to leave, it's very simple, as long as you can get two hundred yuan today, then I will
Just let you go. "
Wang Qing blinked and looked at Qin Feng, he was stunned for a while.
"Really?" Finally, he squeezed out three words.
"Hahahaha!" Qin Feng laughed wildly.
He patted Wang Qing's shoulder heavily and said with a smile, "Young Master Wang, when have I ever lied to you?"
"Come on, beg two hundred yuan earlier, and you will be liberated earlier."
After Qin Feng finished speaking, he turned and left the square calmly.
And Wang Qing seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood. He who originally sneered at the status of a beggar, now picked up a bowl and kept begging from the passers-by around him.
"Everyone, please give me some money. I have been hungry for several days and haven't eaten. Please."
Wang Qing begged hard, but after the scene where he yelled at the little boy just now.
The passers-by around him have lost all their goodwill towards him.
They turned a blind eye to Wang Qing's misery at this time.
Several beggars even ran over and surrounded Wang Qing.
The leader was a beggar with a pockmarked face.
He pointed to Wang Qing and said, "Boy, who the hell asked you to come here to beg, don't you know that this is my territory?"
Wang Qing's expression froze. If it had been changed before, he would have broken the legs of these beggars long ago.
But now, Huluopingyang is being bullied by dogs!
"Brother, I didn't know this was your territory. I'll leave if I get two hundred yuan today."
The pockmarked beggar showed a fierce expression, and he kicked Wang Qing's bowl far away.
"You fucking dare to fight Lao Tzu for a living, don't you, brothers, beat him up for me."
After all, those beggars rushed up, surrounded Wang Qing and started beating violently.
Wang Qing could only cover his head, gritted his teeth and carried it stiffly.
After beating for several minutes, the hands and feet of those beggars were sore.
"Bah—" the pockmarked beggar spat on Wang Qing's head.
"Your skin is so durable, I'm exhausted from beating you."
"I'm warning you now, pack up immediately, get out of here for me, and don't let me see you when I come back later, understand?"
Wang Qing wanted to cry, but he wanted to leave, but his legs were immobilized and he couldn't even stand up.
The beggars left the scene resentfully.
In Wang Qing's mind, he recalled the various humiliations he received today.