Chapter 251 Fighting Against Injustice

Ding Shuigen snorted, with a disgusted expression on his face, and continued to bury his head in eating.

A few yellow hairs sat down and began to brag like no one else, one said that he had cut someone at the age of fourteen, and the other said that he had budded a banyan at the age of twelve.

While listening to the story, Zhang Jun quickly cleaned up the food. Just as he was about to leave, a young man with yellow hair suddenly slapped the table and scolded: "Damn, your mother! Why is there a fly on the stew?"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and squeezed out a dead fly from the stewed meat, with an angry expression on his face.

Zhang Jun and the others were sitting opposite, and they clearly saw that the yellow-haired young man caught a fly from the table, crushed it to death before throwing it on the bed. Obviously, these four yellow hairs were deliberately finding fault, probably to blackmail the boss.

The boss's face changed, he stepped forward to take a look, and quickly said: "No, I fished the brine myself, and it was very clean when I brought it, and there were no flies."

"Fuck! Is the old man saying that we are lying?" The young man stood up and slapped the boss with his hand.

Poor old man in his sixties, dizzy from being hit by a palm, sitting on the ground with his buttocks, his mouth was full of blood, and his expression was both angry and humiliated.

"You dare to let us eat flies, you old ghost!" Another young man stood up and yelled viciously, kicked the fast food truck a few times arrogantly, knocked down the ingredients on the truck, and threw them on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Ding Shuigen stood up suddenly, and rushed in front of the beating Huang Mao in a daze, with a righteous look on his face.

The four yellow hairs all stood up at once, surrounded Ding Shuigen in an instant, and the one who hit him said sullenly: "Yo, whose crotch is not sewn properly, and your hair is leaking out? You want to meddle in our business?"

Ding Shuigen opened his eyes and said: "You obviously put the flies in, why did you beat the old man?"

"boom!"

A Huangmao kicked Ding Genshui to the ground, and the four picked up the benches on the ground and beat him head-on. Before Ding Genshui could react, he was beaten to the point of bleeding and lost the ability to fight back.

Seeing this scene, his two companions turned pale. They wanted to help, but they didn't dare to offend this group of people, so they could only lower their heads in awe.

Zhang Jun didn't even look at the scene, he ate the last piece of stewed meat slowly, then got up and said impatiently: "Hey, if you beat him again, you will be killed." After speaking, he walked towards several people.

Sihuangmao saw that there was another one who was showing his head, and one of them walked towards Zhang Jun with a sneer, holding a wooden stool and hitting him on the head with all his strength, still spitting out obscene language.

Zhang Jun moved like lightning, grabbed the stool that fell in mid-air, and then smashed it back in the opposite direction.

"collapse!"

The yellow-haired arm bone was broken by the impact, and then he was hit on the forehead, and he fell unconscious with a long flow of blood. To say the least, it was the end of a severe concussion.

The other three were startled, and when they saw their companion being brought down, they all roared and rushed over. How could these little bastards be Zhang Jun's opponents, they were knocked to the ground after a few punches, their bones were broken and their tendons were injured, and they howled miserably.

After repairing a few ruffians, Zhang Jun stepped forward to support Ding Shuigen, and said with a smile: "Brother, you are kind enough, but you have to do what you can to fight against injustice, don't put your life on the line."

Ding Shuigen and the others were stupefied for a long time. He was supported by Zhang Jun, and he said in a trembling voice: "Brother Fugui, you...you are too powerful, a martial arts master!"

Zhang Jun rolled his eyes: "I'm a fart master, I just know how to do three-legged cat kung fu." Then he glanced at the screaming people on the ground and asked, "How are you going to deal with them?"

Ding Shuigen wiped his face, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and said: "Mom, if you dare to hit me, I will kill you!"

After speaking, regardless of the pain on his body, he picked up the stool and walked over to them and smashed them violently, breaking all the arms and legs of the yellow hairs, and then stomped hard a few times to relieve his anger.

Seeing that he had finished beating, Zhang Jun gave him a thumbs up and said with a smile, "Brother, be courageous."

Ding Shuigen smiled "hehe" and said, "Brother, if it weren't for you, I would have been beaten into a disability today. Let's go, let's change places, and brother will treat you to a drink."

Zhang Jun waved his hand: "Don't drink the wine, deal with these people first, otherwise they will come to their senses and find trouble with the stall owner."

"How to deal with it?" Ding Shuigen obviously had no experience in this kind of thing, so he asked Zhang Jun for advice.

Zhang Jun said: "It's easy." Then he walked over and tapped on the heads of the four of them. In fact, he secretly used golden needles to penetrate acupuncture points on the opponent's brain. Once this acupuncture point is damaged, memory will be lost, making the person a severe amnesia patient.

These people were not good at first glance, Zhang Jun turned them into patients with amnesia, so that they would not bother the old man who set up the stall, and punished them by the way.

After doing his tricks, he asked Ding Shuigen to pile all four of them into the Japanese car, and then the two of them got into the car. Ding Shuigen glanced at the two stunned companions indifferently, and said, "Go back first, and I'll go back to the repair shop tomorrow."

The old man had already stood up, and said to Ding Shuigen and Zhang Jun with great gratitude: "Young man, thank you!"

Zhang Jun smiled and waved his hands: "Old man, I will come to eat your stewed pork another day, next time it will be a discount."

The old man smiled and said: "Next time, the old man will treat you to eat."

The car drove away, and when they entered the bustling area of ​​the city, the two left the car on the street, and then found a hotel to rest temporarily. Zhang Jun didn't have an ID card, but Ding Shuigen did, so he didn't have any trouble checking in.

Zhang Jun took a hot bath, and when he came out, he found that Ding Shuigen had bought a large pack of snacks, drinks, and a cigarette sitting there waiting for him to come out.

"Brother Fugui, can you teach me kung fu?" When he saw Zhang Jun, he suddenly said such a sentence. It turned out that Zhang Jun's previous skills were too sharp, which shocked Ding Shuigen very much. He was looking forward to becoming a master like Zhang Jun, and he couldn't wait to learn from a teacher.

Zhang Jun was amused, and said: "Okay, I can teach you, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the hardship."

"I'm not afraid of suffering!" Ding Shuigen straightened his neck, his expression was the same as when he was facing Huangmao, very serious.

Zhang Jun nodded, although it is a bit late to learn martial arts at the age of twenty, it is not impossible to learn.

During the chat, Zhang Jun asked about Ding Shuigen's work situation. He works in an auto repair factory and earns three to four thousand yuan a month. His younger sister is studying at Xijiang University and visits him every weekend.

Zhang Jun asked: "Shuigen, is the auto repair shop still recruiting?"

Ding Shuigen was overjoyed when he heard that: "Brother Fugui, you can also repair cars?"

Zhang Jun doesn't know how to repair cars, but his Buddha eyes can see everything, and he can see what's wrong with the car at a glance, which is better than the best car repairer. With a little training, you will become the highest level mechanic in the world.

"A little bit." Zhang Jun said, "Can I go there?"

"Of course!" Ding Shuigen laughed, "The factory is not big, there are only three of us workers, and the boss is preparing to recruit people, so it's a good time for you to go now. But the salary is not high in the first few months, a little over two thousand."

Zhang Jundao: "Two thousand is a lot, you can do it."

Ding Shuigen was overjoyed, and said with a smile: "Brother Fugui, from now on I can repair the car and learn kung fu from you at the same time?"

Zhang Jun said lightly: "Okay, as long as you are willing to endure hardships, I can teach you at any time."

The next day, Ding Shuigen took a car and took Zhang Jun back to the garage. The auto repair shop is not far from the roasted brine stall, located in a two-story building on the side of the road. The boss is a fat man in his forties who speaks very kindly.

Because of Ding Shuigen's guarantee, he simply asked about the situation, and left Zhang Jun with a tentative salary of 2,000 a month.

After negotiating the salary, the boss asked Ding Genshui to help him familiarize himself with the environment, and his people left.

There used to be only three workers in the factory. Besides Ding Shuigen, the other two were Xiao Zhao and Xiao Liu, both of whom had good skills. Perhaps because of yesterday's incident, Xiao Zhao and Xiao Liu were very embarrassed to see Ding Shuigen and didn't talk much. Ding Shuigen ignored them and took Zhang Jun to visit the factory on his own.

The ground floor of the small building is a maintenance pavement, and there is a small yard of more than 200 square meters behind it for storing cars. The second floor is where several maintenance workers rest. The garage is open 24 hours and to be ready for customers at all times, they have to live here.

Ding Shuigen quickly helped Zhang Jun prepare the bed and daily necessities, and also introduced to him in detail the operation of Shizi and the maintenance commission algorithm.

Throughout the morning, Zhang Jun carefully watched the three men repairing the car. He found that most of the people who come here for maintenance are forklifts, pickups, large and medium-sized vans, and a small number of private cars.

Whenever he repairs a car, he will analyze the structure and working principle of the car in perspective. Basically, he can understand it at a glance.

By the afternoon, he had already begun to instruct several people to repair the car.

At this time, a private car that was always stalled was brought in for maintenance. Zhang Jun glanced at it and said to Ding Shuigen, "Shuigen, listen to the sound, the high-voltage coil of the distributor of this car must be broken, go and replace it."

Ding Shuigen was taken aback, and said, "Brother Fugui, can you really hear that?"

A skilled car mechanic can tell what is wrong with the sound of the engine, but it takes a long time of practice and countless maintenance experience to do it. Ding Shui doesn't believe that Zhang Jun has reached this level.

Xiao Zhao and Xiao Liu looked at each other, both in disbelief, Xiao Zhao said: "Open it and see."

Ding Shuigen also wanted to know whether Zhang Jun's judgment was accurate, so he worked together and quickly disassembled the engine. After an inspection, it was found that the fault was caused by a dent in the power-off point of the high-voltage coil.

The three immediately admired Zhang Jun very much, and regarded him as a top expert in the industry.

Next, regardless of forklifts, vans or pickups, Zhang Jun can tell what's wrong at a glance. His guidance has greatly improved the maintenance efficiency, and one car can often be completed in a few minutes.

You know, usually they have to go through a careful inspection to find out where the car's faults are. How can they be as fast as Zhang Jun and know where the faults are at a glance?