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Chapter 354 - 354 355 Butcher He's Car Accident

354: Chapter 355: Butcher He’s Car Accident 354: Chapter 355: Butcher He’s Car Accident Being a pork butcher requires getting up very early, then working until at least six or seven in the evening, and if you’re really tired at noon, you might need to rest right there at the pork stall.

The main thing is, saying hello to these pieces of pork every day, apart from being sticky and greasy, the strong smell of pork sticks to your body over time.

Butchers like He and others, having been in the trade for twenty or thirty years, have grown accustomed to the smell, but what they fear is Uncle Zhou’s son, who’s just graduated from university, wouldn’t want to do this job for all the money in the world.

“So Zhou, what does your son say?”

Butcher Zhu asked.

“My son says, Dad, do you know why I worked so hard at my studies?

It was to avoid selling pork!”

When Zhou the butcher first said it, the other pork butchers laughed.

Zhou’s butcher’s son was right; he worked hard at his studies precisely to avoid following his parents into the pork business.

It wasn’t about looking down on his parents who sold pork, but rather not wanting to greet these pieces of pork every day.

Moreover, slaughtering pigs every day builds up too much killing energy, which doesn’t suit the nature of Zhou the butcher’s son, different as he is from his father.

“Then he definitely won’t want to come back.”

Butcher He said.

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These people stayed drinking and chatting until past midnight because they would have to get up at three or four in the morning to slaughter pigs and then get the pork to the stalls before they could possibly go home to rest.

Now, having finished eating and drinking, the butchers mounted their motorcycles, ready to head home to rest.

“He, are you okay to ride?

You just drank three bottles of beer!”

Zhou the butcher asked from his side.

“I’m fine.”

Ordinarily, because he had to ride a motorcycle, Butcher He seldom drank, but for some reason—perhaps because the butchers had brought up the matter of his daughter or the affairs of Ye Qiu’s family—he had imbibed more than usual.

Back when Ye Weidong and Butcher He were on good terms, they often came here for late-night food.

But ever since that incident, when they saw each other nowadays, they’d merely greet each other and nothing more.

Butcher He knew that the Ye family hadn’t wronged his daughter and that Ye Qiu hadn’t done anything wrong.

Given Ye Qiu’s situation, his daughter was even less suited for Ye Qiu now.

Thus, even if Li Lanfang often whispered in his ear, it was of no use; one could only say his daughter wasn’t fortunate enough.

As Butcher He pushed his motorcycle, his hands and feet began to tremble.

“I’m not drunk; you don’t need to worry.”

Butcher He insisted.

In reality, Butcher He felt differently than usual, his vision blurry.

But in the late night, there were unlikely to be any traffic police in Jiangbei checking for drunk drivers.

This was also why these pork butchers dared to drink alcohol during their late-night meals and then ride their motorcycles back home.

As Zhou the butcher and the others watched Butcher He ride off on his motorcycle, they also prepared to head back.

Butcher He, riding his motorcycle, felt increasingly dizzy.

Suddenly, a burst of bright light dazzled him, and he let out a loud shout just as he and his motorcycle plunged under a dump truck.

The dump truck driver was so startled that he leapt up.

When he hastily stopped the truck and got down, he saw a middle-aged man gruesomely pinned under the truck’s wheels not far off, his motorcycle also stuck there.

He was tempted to flee, fearing he had killed someone!

However, just as he thought of running, several people arrived on motorcycles, making it impossible for him to escape.

The ones arriving were none other than Zhou the butcher, Zhu the butcher, and others.

They had seen Butcher He ride off, and had not expected that not far from the late-night food shop, at a three-way intersection, they would hear a scream.

As they turned back, they found Butcher He and his motorcycle had already gone under the dump truck.

Many dump trucks operate at night because the government prohibits them during the day.

In addition, many of these trucks illegally transport loads.

Now, this dump truck driver, having just hauled a load of dirt and preparing to head somewhere to dump it, had never expected to hit someone!

“What?

You hit someone and just leave!”

Butcher Zhou and the others shouted loudly.

“I didn’t leave, I came down to check on the person.”

The dump truck driver said.

In this situation, he knew he couldn’t just leave, thankfully he had insurance, but if the person was dead, he would be in trouble too.

As he hurriedly took out his phone to call the police, it was best to have the traffic cops handle this kind of accident, these kinds of fatal accidents couldn’t be settled privately.

Butcher Zhou hadn’t expected that his worst fears would still come true.

While he was calling the police on one hand, on the other hand, he was calling 120 to have an ambulance from the nearby hospital come to rescue the person.

Meanwhile, he didn’t know whether the butcher He under the car was dead or alive.

“Old Zhu, should we call Li Lanfang?”

“Definitely, Li Lanfang is his wife, his family member.”

Butcher Zhu said.

Now looking at the bloody mess that was Butcher He under the car not far away, Butcher Zhu was also scared, even though he, who had slaughtered plenty of pigs and seen a lot of blood, found it different when it was Butcher He in this condition.

As Butcher Zhou was calling Li Lanfang’s mobile phone, Li Lanfang found it strange that her husband Butcher He hadn’t come back from his late-night snack and was just about to call him when, unexpectedly, Old Zhou called.

“Old Zhou, why hasn’t that damn man of mine come home yet?”

“Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, something has happened to Old He.”

Butcher Zhou said.

“What, what happened?”

Li Lanfang found it odd when she felt Butcher Zhou stuttering.

“He just had an accident, he was hit by a dump truck, and now he’s still under the vehicle, we don’t know if he’s dead or alive.”

Butcher Zhou said.

Upon hearing this, Li Lanfang’s mind went blank, and the phone in her hand dropped to the floor as she screamed, “You damn fool, don’t you scare me!”

The residents of the old district all heard Li Lanfang’s cry and wondered what got into her in the middle of the night.

He Xiaoqing had already gone to sleep, but when she suddenly heard Li Lanfang yell, she hurried out of her room and saw her mother’s face was pale as she asked, “Mom, what’s wrong?”

“Your, your dad has been in an accident.”

“Is it serious?”

He Xiaoqing asked.

“Old Zhou just called, he said your dad is still under the car, we don’t know if he’s alive or dead!”

“Hello, hello, sister-in-law, are you still there?”

“Uncle Zhou, where did my dad have the accident?”

“Right at the usual late-night snack spot, at this three-way intersection here.”

After He Xiaoqing found out where her father had the accident, she hurriedly called on Li Lanfang, and then they headed towards the accident site.

At this point, the dump truck driver had just reported the accident, and the traffic cops had already arrived.

When the cop saw that the accident scene was severe, he immediately cordoned off the area temporarily and detained the dump truck.

“Officer, I didn’t break the law, it was the motorcyclist who came crashing into me.”

The dump truck driver explained.