Although it was two or three o'clock in the morning, the construction site was still bright, and the headlights on the tower crane were very dazzling.

With magic weapons like the Five Mountains God Box in hand, Uncle Yu got the materials in minutes.

The process is very simple and unpretentious, not as exaggerated as in the novel of cultivating immortals. Piles of materials appear out of thin air in the open space. In the blink of an eye, there was a pile of stones in front of me, and it seemed that it was not as good as viewing.

Instead, it gives people the illusion of consciousness of "Is there any stone before?"

Wang Li was very disappointed. He thoughtfully observed and wrote it into the novel. He had seen it with his own eyes that it must have a sense of picture, but the result was so boring.

"This little thing is worth more than two million. I really don't understand the current world." Uncle Yu lit a cigarette and spit out the smoke and sighed: "At that time, no one wanted these things on the roadside. If someone helped move them away, they would have to pay them."

As he said that, Uncle Yu handed Wang Li a cigarette.

"One time and another time."

Wang Li said: "How many people were on the earth at that time? Of course, natural resources could be wasted at will. Now, if you don't give money to the shit in the toilet, people won't give you money."

Speaking of shit, Wang Li said again: "Where is the toilet? I'll go pee."

After drinking four bottles of beer in the evening, Wang Li's urination was rising.

"Just fix the places where there are not light, anywhere." Uncle Yu pointed at the back of the tower crane with disgust.

Wang Li ran over with a dizzy look.

"Crash!"

As soon as I finished the work, I suddenly heard a sound of the tower crane.

"?"

Wang Li was so scared that he took a step back, thinking that the tower crane was about to fall, so he quickly looked up and took a look.

I saw a black shadow standing on the iron wall of the tower crane.

Because the black shadow was standing on the light of the tower crane, Wang Li couldn't see clearly his figure and appearance. He could only see the guy holding a cigarette in his hand and was walking forward step by step, just about to walk to the side.

"Damn it!!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Li was so shocked that he woke up immediately. He quickly carried his pants and shouted loudly: "Hey, what are you doing? It's too dangerous, come down quickly!!"

I ran to the tower crane in the middle of the night, was there any problem with this guy's mind?

Although the tower crane has just been installed, it is more than ten meters high. If it falls down and does not die, it will be disabled.

"?"

Hearing Wang Li's shout, the figure on the tower crane shook slightly, as if he had looked down, then ignored Wang Li, jumped directly and jumped off the tower crane.

"Damn it! I asked you to come down, not to let you jump down!"

Wang Li was shocked when he saw this and watched the man fall from above.

Seeing that the man was about to fall to the ground heavily, Uncle Yu, who heard Wang Li's shouting, also rushed over and held up his hands.

The soil on the ground suddenly turned into the shape of a pair of big hands and was held under the man.

There was a dull sound of "Puff!"

The figure fell to the ground and fell into the soft soil.

Uncle Yu spread his hands and the ground returned to level, and the person who jumped off the tower crane lay flat on the ground.

At this time, Wang Li continued to see the man's appearance with the light.

The man looked about fifty or sixty years old, with gray hair and a shabby Zhongshan suit. He was not short but very thin. He looked like a depressed and unsuccessful old intellectual with a miserable look. He had a miserable look and was weathered.

"You are okay, uncle?"

Wang Li quickly stepped forward and helped him up and asked, "You are so old that you can't figure it out."

"?"

The old man looked at Wang Li with a complicated expression, then looked at the ground beneath his feet, a trace of confusion flashed across his face, but soon he regained his expression of bitterness and hatred, and sighed and said, "Oh..."

Wang Li: “…”

Since I didn't want to say it, Wang Li didn't ask any more questions.

Everyone has different experiences, and there may be something hard to say. It is normal for him to not pursue his age, so he will not seek life and death.

"What's wrong with you, the old man?"

At this time, Mr. Yu also followed up in a hurry, staring at him and asked, "Is it because of the wages? I know their manager. If anyone dares to owe migrant workers' wages, I will bury them!"

Uncle Yu has a strong aura in the world and is jealous of evil.

Wang Li believed that Mr. Yu was definitely not just saying this, he could really do it.

"no……"

The old man shook his head and sighed, "It's my own family business, hey..."

The accent is Jiaodong Mandarin, this old man should be from the Yantai generation in Qingdao.

"Is it your son unfilial?" Mr. Yu said, "Just tell me, I will help you stand up. If he dares to be unfilial, I will still bury him. We will not seek death!"

"It would be great if he was unfilial." The old man choked and tears flowed down his old face.

"What's this?"

Wang Li was confused. Could it be that he was seeking death because of filial piety? The logic is not clear.

"He is unfilial, at least he can still live... Now... I... hey, I really have nothing to do with it."

Speaking of this, the old man sat on the ground, covering his face with his two dry big hands trembling all over. Although he didn't cry, Wang Li could clearly feel how desperate the old man in front of him was.

A gust of wind blew, and the old man's dry figure was shaking.

Wang Li couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes.

It is said that the old man is old and the old man is only ten or eight years older than his father, but he seems so old. I don’t know how much hardship he has suffered.

"Then you can't seek death."

Wang Li walked over and comforted him, "Think of your wife."

"My wife has passed away."

"You have other relatives..."

"The only relative of now is a young son, and he can't be happy anymore."

Wang Li: “…”

This is too miserable, a white-haired person gives a black-haired person.

"If you die like this, your son will not be able to survive." Wang Li really couldn't think of other words of persuasion.

"Okay, shut up." Uncle Yu quickly continued, "Where is your home? Let's send you back first."

While talking, he handed the old man a cigarette and told him to calm down as much as possible.

The old man took a sip of cigarette, his mentality became more stable, and he said slowly: "My hometown is in Qingdao... I opened a small factory here."

"I didn't expect you to be a boss." Wang Li was very surprised.

"What boss, the factory is about to be sold." The old man said with a bitter face: "My son is still in the intensive care unit, the cost is more than 8,000 yuan a day... I can't hold on anymore. I just got off the train and thought, it would be better to die, and I'll be over."

Speaking of this, the old man began to choke again.

The bridge is across from Dongguan Street, and the railway station is opposite. Wang Li was wondering why this old man didn’t jump to the city and lake to die, but he ran to the bridge to jump to the tower crane. He had to cross the bridge without being tired.

“Intensive Care Unit…”

But when Wang Li heard these words, he was stunned.

Qingdao Silver, who runs a factory in Jiangbei, has a young son who lives in an intensive care unit. Why does this story sound so familiar? It’s not that coincidental.

Thinking of this, Wang Li asked carefully: "Did you open a brewery in the South Ring Industrial Park?"

"How do you know?"

The old man turned his head in surprise when he heard this.

"Do you have a surname Ao? You have a handsome nephew?" Wang Li said again.

"Do you know him?" The old man was even more surprised.
Chapter completed!