My dad sat up straight and looked at me carefully. His two hands wrapped in gauze were embarrassed and didn't know where to put them.

After a while of silence, he pointed to the fruit basket on the bedside table and said, "Eat an apple."

I shook my head, looked at his swollen face like eggplant and asked, "Have you received anti-inflammatory drugs?"

He grinned and said, "I lost, by the way, your friend who was a nurse just now gave me a meal."

My nurse friend? I was slightly stunned, and then I thought of Jiang Jingya. She probably knew me in the entire hospital. Logically, she shouldn't pay attention to us, maybe she thought my dad was pitiful.

We both fell silent again.

A few minutes later, he squirmed twice and asked me: What did Hou Crooker say?

I poured him a glass of water and answered without any expression. He said it clearly and said that he would discount your legs when he saw you enter the mahjong hall in the future.

My dad raised his tone with an incredible look on his face: "Is it really clear?"

I stuffed the water cup into his hand in anger and said, "If you have to pay back the money, he has no objection. I'm leaving, and there are still friends waiting for me below. I may not have time to see you in the past two days. Please call me if you have anything to do."

The moment I walked out the door, my dad murmured in a low voice: "Lang Lang, I swear I will never bet on money with people again in my life."

I paused slightly, and a smile appeared on my face, but I didn't look back, and I squeezed out two words with a hard tone, "Whatever!" Then I closed the ward door and walked quickly towards the elevator.

To be honest, I almost burst into tears at that moment, and suddenly I felt that all the grievances I suffered in Hou Cuzi were worth it. As long as my father was doing well in the future, I would find a way to help him get the dead debt. Our father-in-law's life might really return to peace.

But will everything really develop according to my ideas?

After coming out of the hospital, Qian Long and Lu Bobo were squatting on the side of the road with cigarettes in their hands, chatting in disguise. Qian Long is a familiar personality and can find topics to chat with anyone.

Lu Bobo is nicknamed "Battle to the Dead Donkey" in our factory. He can chat from the ruthless person who starts get off work early in the morning to get off work. The two of them can just beat him up, as if they have found a confidant.

Seeing me walking out of the hospital, Lu Bobo came over with a smile on his face and said, "Brother Lang, I just heard from the emperor that you are going to ask for the account tomorrow and take me one. Anyway, I have no work now, and I am idle."

"Your mourning mouth will sooner or later be torn apart." I glared at Qian Long complainingly, but I was secretly happy in my heart. Then I turned my head to look at Lu Bobo and said seriously: "I have no money to ask for the account, you have to think about it clearly."

From the moment he called me, I had actually made up my mind to drag him into the water. Lu Bobo was tall and big, dark-skinned, and the young man was particularly honest. If he dressed up a little, he really had a bit of a social sense.

If you want to pay a debt, you will have more courage. Although I have never done it in the past, I am always blocked by the debt because of my father. I also know that this kind of business is not something Qian Long and I can do.

Lu Bobo said indifferently: "What money do you want from guys? You can eat, drink and play."

I didn't say anything more, waved my hand and said, "Let's go, go and close the stall for Chenzi first, and have some food."

"Get on the car!" Qian Long pushed up the small electric car and shook his arms at us.

I slightly cursed: "I'm going to have a chicken, how can the three of them leave?"

"Fuck, you don't know how big the people in society are. I'll follow the arrangements of this car god." Qian Long raised his eyebrows angrily.

A few minutes later, the three of us finally set off. I was thin and half-squatted and half-sitted in front. Lu Bobo sat in the back. The three of us combined had to be about 300 pounds, which made a small electric car squeak, as if it might fall apart at any time.

I asked him curiously: Master, where did you make the little electric donkey?

Qian Long supported the handlebars with both hands and replied: "When I went to find you, I met a fool, I sold it to me for fifty dollars."

"It's not a stolen one, right?" Lu Bobo, who was sitting behind, asked cautiously.

Qian Long spitted out, "Absolutely impossible, the car keys and car locks are all original."

We came to the BBQ Plaza in such a compelling way "high-profile".

Yang Chen was sweeping the floor alone, and there was only a table of people left on the stall, to be precise, one person.

The man was probably twenty-seven or eight years old, wearing a dirty blue work clothes, and was eating beer while drinking skewers. His mouth was covered with oil, as if he hadn't eaten for several days, and his eating habits were extremely ugly.

After seeing us, Yang Chen put the broom aside, bent down and took out a large handful of lamb skewers from the foam box containing the meat skewers, rolled his eyes and said, "I knew that I couldn't put this skewers tomorrow. The old rules, you guys clean up and I'll grill skewers."

Qian Long and I gestured in unison with an OK gesture and said, "No problem, the shopkeeper."

While the three of us were busy, the only young man on the table was burping and shouting: "Boss, give me another beer."

Yang Chen walked up to him and clasped his fists politely and said, "Sorry, brother, the beer is gone."

"It's gone?" the young man murmured in disappointment and sighed.

Then he stood up, hugged his head with his hands and suddenly squatted in front of Yang Chen and said, "Fight!"

Yang Chen was a little confused, and we were also confused and walked over together.

I squinted my eyes to observe the young man. He looked quite handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and slightly high cheekbones. He looked a bit like the low-end version of Hu Ge. He had a beard and dusty face. Through his collar, I saw that there seemed to be a tattoo on his chest.

Yang Chen swallowed and asked in wonder: "Brother, why am I hitting you so hard?"

The young man said in a muffled voice: "I don't have money to pay, you can fight."

"Damn, is this a new routine for eating a tycoon meal?" Qian Long grabbed a beer bottle with his neck and acted to swing it on the young man's head.

Yang Chen hurriedly stopped Qian Long and said, "If you go down the bottle of wine, I will do it for two months."

After saying that, he stared at the young man squatting on the ground for a few seconds, waved his hand and said, "Brother, if you really have no money, leave. When will you send it here? Forget it."

The young man raised his head in surprise, stared at Yang Chen with red eyes for a few seconds, and simply got up and walked towards the street corner. After walking for a few steps, he turned around and whispered "Thank you".

It was not until the guy walked away that Qian Long complained that he pushed Yang Chen's arm and said, "You are such a tycoon. You just spent at least 200 yuan?" Do you believe anything you say?"

Yang Chenhan smiled and shrank his neck and said, "Business is about being kind and making money. If you have three points, no one is willing to do this. OK, let's have a meal too."

Yang Chen looked at Lu Bobo, who was helping to move the table in confusion, and asked, "Who is this guy?"

Lu Bobo introduced himself without recognizing his child: "Brother Chen, my name is Lu Bobo, and I am Lang Ge's biological friend, hehe..."

While we were talking, the young man who had just eaten the King's meal actually returned and said in a low voice: "Boss, I'll work for you."

Yang Chen smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, I'm not recruiting people here."

The young man stubbornly said, "I don't want a salary, I'll give you two months of work, just take care of a meal and live in a place."

Qian Long cursed with his eyebrows: "Tiezi is too arrogant. It's not enough to have a free meal. Are you planning to book a monthly fee?"

I thought about it and said to Yang Chen: "Chenzi, just use him. As the peak season is coming, you really can't be busy alone."

Yang Chen licked his mouth in embarrassment, looking reluctant.

The young man walked to the barbecue grill, picked up a string of uncooked meat tendons and flipped it over and said, "I have done barbecue before, but you don't taste so good. Next time you marinate the meat, try putting a few onions in it. When marinating chicken wings, you can add a little saccharin to it..."

Hearing his words, Yang Chen's eyes slowly widened and he said in surprise: He is really an expert. I said why do I always feel that the meat skewers I grilled taste different from the stall I used to work in? Brother, I'll use you, what do you call me?

He grabbed his messy hair and replied in a low voice: "Just call me a big army."

Yang Chen grabbed the young man's arm and sat on our table, and said thirstyly: "Brother Jun, sit down! Let's drink some more, and you can teach me some experience. I feel that the taste of my pickled tendons is not right."

The young man named Dajun asked with a dull look: Can you give me another bottle of wine?

During the meal, I heard Yang Chen asking for advice from the army, and all the things I said were about barbecue. The three of us didn't understand at all. When we thought we would have to ask for the account tomorrow, after saying goodbye to Yang Chen, I took Qian Long and Lu Bobo to flash the crowd.

I used to think that Yang Chen was unwilling to hire someone because he was afraid of spending money. Now it seems that this brat is more scheming than I imagined, and he should be more afraid that others will learn his skills secretly.

Until we walked away, we could still hear Yang Chen asking tirelessly.
Chapter completed!