Reborn in 1985, starting from a machine factory

Just as Chen Gang was about to speak, he saw Chen Mo's eyes and involuntarily trembled.

After just one day apart, Chen Mo seemed like a completely different person; those eyes could see right into his heart.

He opened his mouth, "No, fifty yuan isn't enough. What if they want more money?"

"So, I'll go play a few rounds at the hidden stalls next to the teahouse first, win a little, and then I can bring Dad back."

"I promise, if we win a few points, I'll bring Dad back!"

Chen Mo unconsciously looked at the pickaxe handle.

Holding his own hand tightly, Chen Mo turned his face to the side: "Chen Fen, go find the flashlight, I'm going to pick up Dad."

Li Guihua wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Chen Mo, how are you going to go? I still have ten yuan here, which was originally meant for Chen Fen to pay her school fees tomorrow."

Chen Gang's eyes lit up: "Mom, is there any more? Ten yuan isn't enough!"

Chen Mo grabbed Chen Gang, who was about to step forward, and said, "Brother, if you don't have enough, don't bring any!"

"You're coming with me!"

"If there's not enough money, what am I supposed to do? I've been sickly since I was a child, I can't take a beating, you should go yourself." Chen Gang couldn't take his eyes off the large ten-yuan note in Li Guihua's hand.

"Chen Fen, bring the pickaxe handle over to your brother again," Chen Mo said.

"What are you doing? I can't use the pickaxe handle!" Chen Gang took two steps back as if his tail had been stepped on.

"Either you take it and come with me, or I'll use it right now and beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you!"

Chen Fen handed the pickaxe handle to Chen Mo, who gripped it tightly.

Li Guihua turned her face away, refusing to look at the two brothers in the yard.

Chen Mo's eyes flashed with a cold light, as cold as iron, and Chen Gang inexplicably softened a little.

"Chen Mo, it's not that your older brother doesn't want to go, it's just that he can't fight!"

"You don't need to know how to fight, just how to get beaten up!" Chen Mo said coldly.

"Brother, you're twenty-five this year. You have to take responsibility for the mess you've made!"

"What bastard thing have I done? You're just spouting nonsense, that's all bullshit!" Hearing that he was about to get beaten up, Chen Gang shrank back.

"Snapped!"

Chen Mo pushed the flashlight aside, the yellow light shining on Chen Gang's face: "Go, or not?"

"Go away, go away, okay?"

"Tell me about Dad, he's so old, and he still causes so much trouble."

"I already told him to just sneak away while there are a lot of people around."

"Yes, able-bodied people can't run, but they let Dad, who has an injured leg, run away secretly." Chen Mo opened the door.

"Brother, you'd better not say anything. I don't have enough money right now to pay your medical bills, so I can't beat you up."

Chen Gang immediately shut up.

Before the Lunar New Year was over, the couplets and other decorations around were still very new, and occasionally a few firecrackers could be heard in the distance.

The early spring wind was extremely cold, and Chen Gang immediately wrapped his woolen military overcoat tighter around himself; it was a gift from his father.

As for Chen Mo, he simply exhaled and tightened his grip on the flashlight with his hand tucked into his sleeve.

After passing through Jianshe Village, the surroundings became quiet, with only a few barks from dogs and the occasional sound of bicycle bells.

After walking a short distance, Chen Mo saw a street lamp and immediately turned off his flashlight. These days, everything is precious, and batteries are especially valuable.

As Chen Gang walked, his pace slowed, and several times he stared blankly into the darkness around him.

The street ahead was getting darker and darker. During the day, there were videos to watch and you could buy a bottle of soda for two cents. Although it was icy, it was very impressive.

However, on such a night, there are only buses and busy night shift workers.

And Sun Dapao, like a tiger or a wolf, waits in the darkness.

He could feel the cold wind blowing into his coat, and no matter how tightly he wrapped it up, there was nothing he could do.

Chen Mo glanced at Chen Gang a few times. If Chen Gang really escaped, Chen Mo wouldn't be too surprised.

The louder a dog barks, the more timid it is.

People's Park wasn't far; after walking for more than twenty minutes, it came into view.

In winter, the park has few plants and is bare everywhere. Only the streetlights are passable, illuminating the low buildings around it.

Next to the brightest street lamp, several people were squatting on the curb. Chen Mo gripped his flashlight and walked toward them.

Chen Gang followed behind Chen Mo, not daring to look closely at the people, simply keeping his head down and following Chen Mo forward.

"call!"

Upon noticing someone approaching, several people crouching under the streetlights simultaneously stood up and looked at the two brothers warily.

The leader was short, wearing a light green short jacket, and had a scar on his round face that ran from the left corner of his mouth to his right eye.

Sun Yat-sen!

Chen Mo had heard of this person.

Upon recognizing the person, Sun Dapao narrowed his eyes: "Brother Chen, did you bring the money?"

Chen Gang, looking guilty, shrank back and said, "Brother Cannon, could you give me some more time...?"

"No!" Sun Dapao stared at Chen Gang and said.

"Brother Cannon, we can't go this far!" Chen Gang's voice was trembling.

"Hmph, you think I'm ruthless?" A cold smile appeared in Sun Dapao's eyes. "You said you came to play chess, lost, and then refused to admit defeat, right?"

Chen Gang remained silent.

"If you don't admit defeat, no one will make things difficult for you, right?"

"I'm just telling you to get lost, and not to come if you don't have money. That's not considered humiliating, is it?"

"You overturned the chessboard and beat my brother up like that, and now you're telling me not to push things too far? Do you have any right to say that?"

"Or, pay up!"

"Either you get beaten up and then you pay up!"

"You choose?"

"We've been waiting for you here for so long, why don't you take a beating first, it'll warm us up!"

Chen Gang huddled behind Chen Mo.

Chen Mo asked, "Brother Sun, where is my father?"

"You're Chen Mo? The younger brother who would definitely pay for his money?" Sun Dapao pointed at Chen Mo.

"It should be... Where is my father?"

"Don't worry about your dad. I, Sun Dapao, never bully the weak. He and my brother are taking shelter from the wind under the flower bed."

"However, I, Sun Dapao, also care about my reputation. Whoever steps up to settle this matter for your brother, at least give me an explanation."

"Let's not make things too ugly, with the whole family involved!" Sun Dapao clenched his fist, making a crisp sound.

"If you ask me, you should let your brother come out and take a beating, or you two try to take us down?"

"Of course, if your brother takes us down, we'll leave immediately, and I, Sun Dapao, will never cross your path again."

Chen Mo shook his head: "No, my older brother can't get beaten up."

"Oh, why?"

"I didn't even hit you, so there's no way I'd let you hit me."

"Really? Then I'll have to give it a try!" Sun Dapao sneered.

"I can't afford these medical bills, so, Brother Sun, is there something we can talk about privately?" Chen Mo looked up.

"Brothers Chen, we're not that close, so just say what you want to say!"

"Hmm, I heard that your scar has a long history, besides taking a knife to your face, there's also beer..."

"Hahaha, Chen brothers, is there anything else you want to say in private?" Sun Dapao put his arm around Chen Mo's neck, but Chen Mo was too tall, so he only grabbed Chen Mo's arm.

At the same time, he exerted a slight force with his hand to stop Chen Mo from continuing and led him out of the crowd.

How do you know this scar was caused by my wife using a wine bottle?

Stepping out of the crowd, Sun Dapao spoke in a low voice.

In this world, reputation matters; once that reputation is exposed, it becomes a joke.

Sun Dapao dared not take the risk.

Chen Mo glanced at the crowd behind him, appearing even more cautious than Sun Dapao: "Brother Sun, I know a little about repairing radios, televisions, and watches. Could I perhaps do that for a favor?"

Sun Dapao was taken aback, and he turned to look at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo's expression was calm, his eyes seemingly reflecting the light of the streetlights.