Wear to the time when the male god was young [MTL] [NO EDIT]

We can't mess around like before at the Nanjiao Sand Field.

“Boss Zheng and Boss Ye, we’ve been doing business for a while, you’re not being honest. The sand you hauled for us these two days has so much mud in it? Take a look for yourselves, how can I use it?” A man in overalls grabbed a handful of sand and said to Ye Jun and San Pang.

This man is Liu Jianming. He is a contractor. He has been buying yellow sand from them for a while. It was always good before, but today he suddenly hauled back the two trucks of sand he hauled yesterday, saying that the sand contained too much mud and they couldn’t use it.

Ye Jun and San Pang are watching the sand field every day. They personally check the sand collection, screening and loading. Besides, the equipment is here. How can it be that it was good before, but yesterday’s sand suddenly has too much mud and can’t be used.

San Pang grabbed the sand in Liu Jianming’s hand suspiciously and rubbed it in his fat hands. There was indeed too much mud. He threw away the sand and clapped his hands, walked to the side of the truck loaded with sand, reached out and grabbed the sand in the truck bed, frowning slightly.

Liu Jianming said, "Boss Zheng, you saw it yourself, I didn't say anything nonsense, did I?"

Sanpang clapped his hands and said, "Boss Liu, the quality of our sand has always been guaranteed. What's wrong with this sand? I have to check it out."

Liu Jianming sneered, "Boss Zheng, what do you mean? Are you saying that I deliberately brought this sand to find fault?"

Sanpang said, "That's not what I meant, It's just that our sand has always been good, but this truck of sand suddenly has so much mud, it's so strange, I have to check what happened, and then I can give you an explanation. "

Liu Jianming said: "It seems that Boss Zheng doesn't admit that he sold inferior goods as good ones, and wants to shirk his debt." Sanpao

's face fell, and he wanted to say a few more words, but was stopped by Ye Jun: "Boss Liu, these two trucks of sand may be our mistake. We will arrange to re-screen them and send them to you. We will pay for the freight ourselves, and then we won't charge you for these two trucks of sand."

Liu Jianming said: "This is not just a matter of two trucks of sand, you also caused me to miss two days of work."

Ye Jun said: "Okay, you calculate the money and I'll give it to you."

Liu Jianming touched his chin and thought for a moment: "It doesn't need to be much, just give me two hundred."

In the stunned eyes of Sanpang, Ye Jun took out his wallet from his leather jacket, took out two hundred-yuan bills and handed them to the other party.

Liu Jianming grinned, took the money and put it in his pocket, and walked away with his two men.

Until the three walked away, Sanpang, who looked puzzled, finally couldn't help but speak: "Dajun, what's wrong with you? It's obvious that Liu is looking for trouble."

Ye Jun said: "Isn't there no evidence?"

Sanpang sneered: "What evidence do you need? Who dares to find trouble with us? I can't beat him to death."

Ye Jun shook his head: "These contractors are not simple. This is not a factory area, and Jiayu is preparing for the college entrance examination. Let's not make trouble outside."

Sanpang said: "Oh, is this still our Dajun? Didn't we do it first and talk about it later before?"

Ye Jun looked at him coldly with a blank expression: "We are all 20 years old. Do we have to be second-rate people for the rest of our lives?" He took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth and lit it, and said in a calm voice, "Jiayu will soon be a famous university student. As his brothers, we can't hold him Hind legs. "