Chapter 291 Halo Shattering Reverse Promotion

Chapter 291 Halo Shattering Reverse Promotion

Chapter 291 Halo Shattering Reverse Promotion
Listening to the fierce quarrel coming from behind him, Song Dashun couldn't help but put on a sly smile.

"Hey, I just don't believe that this won't ruin your relationship, Xiaolan, you can't blame me this time, this is all my uncle's idea."

As Zhang Lan's childhood friend, how could Song Dashun not have feelings for Zhang Lan that went beyond friendship?

It's just that the two grew up together and because they are too familiar with each other, Zhang Lan doesn't have any romantic feelings for him, but Song Dashun does.

He followed Zhang Lan today not only because of Zhang's father's request, but also for his own selfish reasons.

"Hey, little brother, what's going on in there? Why is it so noisy? Tell me about it." Xu Damao approached Song Dashun and asked curiously.

Song Dashun glanced at him coldly, "Who are you? You're so close to me!"

As he said that, Song Dashun pushed him away rudely and brushed off the dust he had touched on his shoulder.

"You are so arrogant, do you believe I will beat you up?" Xu Damao was immediately furious and wanted to teach this arrogant guy a lesson.

"Hey, you dare to beat me, come on, who's afraid of who?"

As he said this, Song Dashun struck a military boxing stance. Did you really think he didn't have any martial arts skills?
Seeing this serious posture, Xu Damao immediately became scared and fled away.

He had suffered too many losses from others, so he had developed a keen eye and could tell whether someone was just taking advantage of the power of others with just a few glances.

"Tsk, you wimp." Song Dashun said disdainfully, put away his airs, looked at the backyard, and couldn't help but make a few comments.

"It's such a shabby yard. I don't know what Xiao Lan likes about Liu Guangqi. There are so many people living here, and there is no privacy at all."

"Each of your houses is so small, not much better than Xiaolan's house. You still want to marry Xiaolan, isn't that bullshit?"

Song Dashun walked while complaining about this and that, even when the person was right in front of him, he still complained about it.

When he saw an old lady sitting alone in the yard, he mocked her without any hesitation:

"Oh, there's actually an old lady there, and she's a five-guarantee household. How pitiful! She doesn't even have anyone to take care of her."

After hearing what Song Dashun said, Sha Zhu immediately shouted, "Boy, what are you talking about? How dare you talk about the ancestor of our courtyard?"

"How can you not respect the old lady even though she is so old? Do you know how to respect the elderly?"

The old lady couldn't feel happy when she heard what Sha Zhu said. How could she be so old?

Song Dashun didn't take it seriously and retorted, "Respect the elders? Of course we should respect the elders. But the ancestors are your ancestors, not mine. It's none of my business!"

"You can't become an ancestor just because you are old. Has this old lady ever done anything great?"

In Song Dashun's view, only those who have made great contributions to the country can be called ancestors.

Simply being an old person is not enough to deserve this title.

His grandfather was a soldier in the battlefield and defeated many Japanese devils, but he was not given the title of ancestor.

"Hey, kid, let me tell you what great things our ancestors did."

Looking at Song Dashun's defiant expression, Sha Zhu said indignantly.

"Oh, I'm all ears." Song Dashun folded his hands and said lightly.

Sha Zhu: "Listen carefully, the old lady used to weave straw sandals for the Red Army soldiers. Isn't this a big deal?"

"The soldiers wore the straw sandals woven by the old lady, which helped them win the war and get to where we are today. Isn't this a big deal?"

After hearing what Sha Zhu said, Song Dashun was frightened for a moment and could not speak. It turned out that he had caused the flood to flush the Dragon King Temple.

If his father knew about this, he would beat him to death.

Song Dashun's mind raced, and he asked, "When did you send the straw sandals? Where did you send them? Which group are they from?"

"Ah, this." Sha Zhu was confused and turned to look at the deaf old lady.

The deaf old lady had a gloomy face and did not answer. In her heart, she cursed Sha Zhu for looking for trouble. She had no idea what he was talking about, so she could only explain:
"My grandmother is old now and can't remember much, but I remember she gave me straw sandals in Peking."

Hearing this, Song Dashun immediately said with disdain, "You are talking nonsense. Beiping was the enemy's territory before. How did you send the straw sandals?"

"If you said somewhere else, I would believe you. But in the enemy-occupied area, it's hard for the Red Army to get in. How can you send straw sandals out? This is surrendering to the enemy!"

As he spoke, Song Dashun noticed that the deaf old lady had bound feet.

"You are an old lady with bound feet. It is difficult for you to walk. How can you give me straw sandals? Tell the truth."

"I'm telling you, don't think I'm easy to fool just because I'm young. I know everything about this matter very well. It's no exaggeration to say that I know it by heart."

Song Dashun was very clear about the development history of the red color. This was a lesson he learned with his own body, and he had to remember it down because he was beaten by his father.

The deaf old lady was overwhelmed with thoughts and couldn't think of a solution for a while. She couldn't help but curse Sha Zhu for making trouble.

Song Dashun continued, "In the past, the army was in the south. How could you, a northerner, send straw sandals there? You need to explain this clearly."

"Tell me the truth, you are not delivering straw sandals to the Red Army contact point, are you?"

The deaf old lady quickly said, "Grandma can't remember things, but it seems to be this."

Song Dashun shouted, "Oh, you are really amazing. Our Red Army's contact point is very hidden. How did you find it?"

The deaf old lady suddenly opened her mouth to say something, then suddenly closed it.

Song Dashun continued, "You have nothing to say, right? To tell you the truth, the Red Army's contact point is used for underground intelligence."

"Again, I'm here to buy medicine and seamless steel pipes, not to collect your broken straw sandals. At least use your brain when you lie."

"If you could find the contact point, the enemy would have found it long ago. Would you still need to send the straw sandals?"

Being repeatedly questioned by Song Dashun, the deaf old lady didn't know what to say. Only she knew the truth of the things she said.

Sha Zhu looked at the deaf old lady, "Old lady, why don't you tell me? You clearly told me that you did it before."

Seeing this, the people around almost understood that the story of the deaf old lady making straw sandals was fake. They had been deceived for so long and still respected her so much.

Yi Zhonghai heard the noise in the backyard and came over to take a look.

Seeing the deaf old lady silent and solemn, he thought something was wrong and had a bad premonition in his heart.

He cleared his throat and said loudly: "Everyone listen to me, the old lady is old, it is understandable that she can't remember things, she may sometimes confuse some things."

"However, the old lady dared to bring up the weaving of straw sandals, so she must have done it before, but she is old and can't remember it so clearly."

"The old lady is so old, how could she joke about such things? If she makes a mistake, wouldn't it ruin her reputation in her later years? When we get old, isn't it all about living a peaceful life?"

After hearing what Yi Zhonghai said, everyone was skeptical. What he said made sense.

As the old lady is old, it is understandable that her memory is declining.

Yi Zhonghai repeatedly mentioned his age to leave a mark in everyone's mind: it is normal for old people to not remember things clearly.

After saying that, Yi Zhonghai glanced at Sha Zhu coldly, blaming him for his big mouth. Why did he talk about this for no reason?

Seeing that everyone was a little shaken, Yi Zhonghai took the opportunity to change the subject.

"Whose family are you, little kid? How dare you talk about the ancestor of our courtyard like this?"

"Since you came in, I've heard you say this and that about our yard. Now you're even talking about our ancestors. You don't take us seriously."

"If I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll be out there tomorrow ruining the reputation of our compound."

After saying that, he looked at Sha Zhu and motioned him to go up and teach Song Dashun a lesson.

When Sha Zhu heard this, he became furious. He rolled up his sleeves, flexed his wrists, and rushed towards Song Dashun.

"Yes, you actually dared to speak ill of the old lady. If I don't teach you a lesson, you know how powerful I am."

Seeing this, Song Dashun showed no fear at all. He smiled contemptuously: "Little guy, you actually want to teach me a lesson. I said I would get it back, and I will definitely get it back."

Song Dashun assumed a military boxing stance and calmly looked at Sha Zhu who was coming to punch him.

Move sideways to avoid the punch.

The right fist hit Sha Zhu's abdomen fiercely.

Then he swung his left fist hard to hit the face.

Sha Zhu's eyeballs almost popped out from the beating, and the last punch made him fall unconscious to the ground instantly.

With a dull thud, Sha Zhu fell asleep on the ground.

"That's it? You fell down with just one move. I thought you were so powerful." Song Dashun blew on his fist in a pretentious manner.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene. The God of War Sha Zhu in the courtyard was actually knocked down in one encounter!

They couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. Even Sha Zhu couldn't withstand a single blow from him, let alone them? "Where's Li Kailang? Where did he go?" Yi Zhonghai immediately thought of another god of war, Li Kailang.

"Xiao Li went out early in the morning." Yan Bugui replied.

"Damn it, why do you leave at this time?" Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but curse Li Kailang.

"Why do you still want to call for help? Okay, then I'll wait for you." Song Dashun said calmly, without any fear.

Seeing that no one dared to come out and teach Song Dashun a lesson, the deaf old lady wanted to go back.

"I'm old and can't do it anymore. Young people don't respect or love the elderly. I'd better not embarrass myself by showing off my old bones."

With that, the deaf old lady went home with her crutches.

Everyone watched the deaf old lady leave without saying anything. In the past, they would have blamed themselves for not respecting and loving the elderly, but now they just ignored her.

Yi Zhonghai took in everyone's indifferent reactions, and couldn't help feeling an inexplicable irritation in his heart.

Over the years, the moral standard of "respecting and loving the elderly" that he has carefully built is now in jeopardy due to the emergence of Song Dashun.

There is a reason why he has set an example and taken care of the deaf old lady for so many years.

Yi Zhonghai established the deaf old lady's character as an ancestor so that he could set up a moral sign of "respecting the elderly" for all residents in the hospital.

Furthermore, he used the old lady to control the courtyard from a moral perspective, thus enhancing his invisible power.

At the same time, it is also planting the seeds for Sha Zhu so that he can take care of himself when he is old.

The deaf old lady agreed with Yi Zhonghai's approach and also treated Sha Zhu as her grandson.

But in addition to this, Yi Zhonghai also had his eyes on the old lady's house, inheritance, and most importantly, her connections.

With just one phone call from the old lady, the chief of the police station could release Jia Zhang. Yi Zhonghai was very excited by this power.

As long as he can control these resources, he can call the shots in the yard and do anything.

The appearance of Song Dashun disrupted Yi Zhonghai's wishful thinking and made the situation he had worked so hard to build fall through.

The deaf old lady came into the room and couldn't help cursing Song Dashun, "Where did this stinky boy come from to ask such in-depth questions?"

What she just said was seven parts true and three parts false.

She had indeed made straw sandals before, but the story of sending them to Qingjun was completely fictitious.

During her daily life, the deaf old lady stayed at home for a long time, so she began to try weaving straw sandals.

However, the straw sandals she made with her delicate hands were not practical and were very prickly and uncomfortable to wear.

Once, Xiao Zi snatched away a pair of straw sandals she had woven, and after wearing them, he slapped her twice.

As for discovering the contact point, it was true and she found it by luck.

The person in charge of the contact point at that time was Leader Xiaofeng, who was the superior who released the person after the old lady made a phone call.

In the spirit of "a cunning rabbit has three burrows and one should not put all his eggs in one basket", the old lady gave him a lot of money to help him complete the task.

Of course, it is impossible for the old lady to only rely on Xiaofeng and also support Guodang's people. This is why he dare not say it.

After all, it would be bad if the two-timing affair was reported to the higher-ups and affected the people who backed it.

At this moment, Yi Zhonghai looked at Song Dashun with hostility. He thought to himself:

"I can't go on like this, or all the good things I've done over the years will be ruined."

Suddenly, Zhang Lan came out and saw that the atmosphere outside was not right.

"Dashun, what did you do outside?"

"Xiao Lan, why did you come out? Did you break up?"

Song Dashun turned around and saw Zhang Lan. Seeing the smile on his face, he immediately had a bad feeling.

He went to so much trouble to slander Liu Guangqi, could he have let the two of them succeed?
"Dashun!" Zhang Lan said angrily, "What do you mean by that? Don't you want me to be with Brother Guangqi?"

"I'm telling you, this is impossible. I've explained it to my uncle and aunt. I will definitely be with Guangqi in the future."

At this time, Liu Guangqi also came out. He put his arm around Zhang Lan's waist with a smug smile on his face.

He looked at Song Dashun with eyes full of provocation and ridicule, and laughed: "Dashun, I have to thank you for this. If it weren't for you, Xiaolan and I wouldn't be together."

Afterwards, Liu Haizhong and others also came out, also with smiles on their faces.

"Xiao Lan, you haven't been fooled by him, have you? I've said it so obviously, how can you still be with him?"

"Liu Guangqi is just a gigolo. Your uncle will never allow you to be with him!"

Seeing Song Dashun so shocked, Liu Guangqi couldn't help but laugh. He finally...finally turned the game around.

Zhang Lan said firmly: "Dashun, I know you are doing this for my own good, but I have already decided that I want to be with Brother Guangqi. Even if Dad disagrees, I will insist."

Liu Guangqi echoed, "Dashun, don't waste your energy. Xiaolan has already decided to be with me. No matter how much you say, it will be useless."

"By the way, please tell your uncle."

Liu Guangqi wanted to say that Zhang's father couldn't stop them, so he might as well help him and Zhang Lan get together, but after thinking about it, he didn't say it because he was afraid that the plan would fail in the end.

As Song Dashun watched the two being intimate, the anger and resentment in his heart grew stronger.

"I don't believe it, Xiaolan. Come back with me. I must tell my uncle about this." He suddenly grabbed Zhang Lan's hand and wanted to take her away by force.

"I won't leave! Dashun, let me go!" Zhang Lan said strugglingly. She didn't want to leave Liu Guangqi.

Liu Guangqi said, "Xiao Lan, I think you'd better go back."

Zhang Lan looked at Liu Guangqi in disbelief: "Guangqi, are you going to chase me away too? Don't you like me anymore?"

"How is that possible?" Liu Guangqi touched Zhang Lan's face with his hands.

"Xiao Lan, how could I not like you? Didn't we agree that we would stay together forever?"

"Then why did you chase me away?"

"After all, he is your father. He must know about marriage. When we get married in the future, your uncle will also be present."

Liu Guangqi's series of wedding banquet events made Zhang Lan understand his good intentions.

"Okay, Guangqi, I'll listen to you. I'll go back and tell my dad that I'll be with you no matter if he agrees or not."

"Yes." Liu Guangqi smiled and nodded heavily.

"Let's go, Dashun, I'll go back with you." Zhang Lan left reluctantly, looking back at Liu Guangqi every few steps.

"Boy, just wait for me." Song Dashun glared at Liu Guang and turned around to chase Zhang Lan.

The only response he got was Liu Guangqi's smug smile.

"Guangqi, you've done a good job. Try to marry Xiaolan as soon as possible." Liu Haizhong patted his shoulder happily.

At first, when Song Dashun heard that Liu Guangqi was a gigolo, he was very angry. How could his son be a gigolo?

But I knew that Zhang Lan's father was the leader of the grain station, one of his brothers was a junior engineer, and one of his brothers was in the army.

Liu Haizhong's attitude immediately made a 180-degree turn, and he felt that being a gigolo was not a bad choice.

Liu Haizhong now has two wishes, one is to become an eighth-level worker, and the other is to become a leader, preferably a workshop director.

For Liu Haizhong, who only has a primary school education, leadership is a distant prospect, so he can only seek other ways, and Zhang Lan's father is the breakthrough.

Food is so scarce now. One day, when it becomes even scarcer and Zhang Lan marries into the family, he can ask his father-in-law to help him run things.

If he can get a batch of grain into the steel rolling mill, wouldn't it be a foregone conclusion that he will become the workshop director? Wouldn't Liu Guangqi's future be bright?
Thinking of this, Liu Haizhong had nothing to disagree with. As for the saying that she was a gigolo, it was nothing but the jealous words of others.

Song Dashun was jealous that Liu Guangqi could marry Zhang Lan and live off her.

As soon as Song Dashun left, Yi Zhonghai's brows couldn't help but relax a little, but the man left behind a mess.

Everyone was skeptical of the deaf old lady, the ancestor, and the moral standard he had worked so hard to build was broken in half.

"Oh, this needs to be done slowly."

Yi Zhonghai sighed, it was not easy to re-establish this moral standard.

A long way to go.

(End of this chapter)