A few minutes later, the fat man left without a sound with his subordinates.

"Oh, it's a sin. What's the current situation? The whole country is cracking down on evil forces. You are sharpening your heads and hitting them up. Xiao Dongzi, just show off. Sooner or later, you will cause a big disaster with your brothers. Then squat in the chicken shed to see if you cry."

The chef sighed and bent down to help the table that was kicked to the ground.

I squinted my eyes and looked at this seemingly unpretentious man, but I still couldn't find any sharpness in him.

Anyone who is in society is concerned with face. Although the fat man just now is not a ruthless person, he can call on so many young people in society at once, and he is obviously a big brother.

Sometimes this kind of person is more difficult to deal with than some famous big shots, because they are in the rising period of "career", so they want to find something to do without anything. So even when I was trying to chop him up, I didn't give in at all. As a result, after reading a message, my attitude immediately changed by 360 degrees. What does it mean? It means that the chef in front of me is definitely far beyond his scope, otherwise he would not have any temper.

In the melee just now, Dong Dongdong basically didn't participate in the battle much. He was just passively beaten up. He slapped the footprints on his body twice, helped to straighten the stool, and explained with a smirk: "Brother Gui, you have seen it too. It's not that we are asking for trouble, but that Fatty Li wants it..."

"Don't tell me about your messy things. I'm not interested in listening, and I'm too lazy to listen. Just eat well and leave without eating." The chef interrupted impatiently, and then turned around and said to me and Da Zhuangnu: "You both have cut several times on the back. If you need a needle, you can go to the Thirteenth Clinic at the intersection. His skills are good."

I squeezed out a smile and waved my hand: "It's not a problem, it's just skin trauma."

He didn't speak much, and went back to the house to take out a broom and dustpan to clean up the residue and rice scattered all over the floor. Then he bowed to some diners nearby tables and smiled: "There's nothing, everyone should eat and drink."

After sitting down again, Dong Dongdong ordered a few more dishes and a box of beer.

Dong Dongdong filled me with a glass of wine and sighed: "Brother Lang, it's not that I said you, you're so bad. I was trembling just now. You said that if you really ruin Fatty Li tonight, it wouldn't be like breaking the sky."

I waved my hand and didn't drink anymore. I spoke seriously: "What you eat is this bowl of rice and this sip of wine. If you want to put a stick and a flag in society, you can't think of those messy things. People have their knives around your neck. Are you still talking to others to convince others with virtue? Is it okay?"

"Uh..." Dong Dongdong was stunned for a moment, then laughed dryly: "We didn't want to stand up a stick, and we couldn't stand up a stick. These days, we have no money in our pockets and no one on top. If we cause trouble, we will run away. It's not worth it."

I sucked the cigarette hard and said as if I pointed: "If you don't want to stand a stick, you will live a serious life. A half-season player is the easiest to get rid of it."

At this time, the middle-aged man dressed in a cook, holding a plate of freshly fried fish-flavored shredded pork, and rubbed his hands on the apron, saying, "This guy is right. Since you don't want to live a life, just find a serious business. You little kids in your teens, don't take advantage of your good years to learn skills, and then just do what you do when you reach my age? Don't marry a wife or have children? What should you use to support your wife and children?"

Dong Dongdong raised his head and said jokingly: "Brother Gui, why don't I come back and help you? You can teach me how to cook."

"You should just pull it down. You have bronchitis, and the smoke and fire in the kitchen is not suitable for you." The chef refused without hesitation: "It is an information age, and people cannot do anything without the Internet. I ask me to tell you, you can sign up for a computer training class together and learn how to develop software and other things. This industry will not starve to death in the next ten years."

"No money." Dazhuang curled his lips very honestly.

The chef curled his lips and laughed and said, "Then you die quickly. I have seen this in my life. I don't know how many of them are. Relying on my strength, I fought and killed people when I was young, but when I was old, it was bullshit."

"Hehe, I guess I won't live old." Dazhuang grabbed the back of his head and laughed foolishly.

The chef ignored Dazhuang and blinked his eyes and looked at the urinal and asked, "How are your ears doing recently?"

The urine basin touched the swollen eyes and replied freely: "It's still like that, the hearing loss is getting worse and worse. If I don't have hearing auricles, I can hardly hear the sound now, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, I think your mouth shape is the same."

After the chef looked at the urinal carefully for a few glances, he advised him seriously: "The eyes, nose, mouth and ears are connected. This phenomenon is not a good sign. Listen to me, hurry up and find a better hospital to check it out. If it affects other organs in the future, you will regret it and cry."

Dong Dongdong rubbed his chin and sighed: "Brother Gui, I'm not afraid of you making fun of you. We are so poor. We were almost driven out by the landlord a while ago. I'll go and treat it when I have money in the future."

The chef frowned and asked, "What do you earn every month? Save some money, don't eat and drink whenever you have money. If you don't want to learn skills, just think about some small business. Those who set up street stalls on the night market make a lot of money."

Dong Dongdong blinked and replied: "Dazhuang's grandfather fell last month and stayed in the hospital for more than half a month. Don't you know the place of the hospital. It's even more expensive than a seven-star hotel. We have thought about setting up a small street stall. The main reason is that the thing is too embarrassing. If you let friends you know see it, you must not belittle us to death."

The chef was like an old parent, and said with great sincerity: "What does it mean to be embarrassing? It's the most embarrassing to have no money. People nowadays are realistic. It only depends on whether you have money or not. No one will care about how you get the money. Look at Xiaohao, who is about the same age as you, puts it on a barbecue in the beer square. People smoke China and Honda, so look at you a few?"

Dong Dongdong responded impatiently: "Okay, Brother Gui, we will start thinking tomorrow, you can go get busy."

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." The chef cursed with a squint eyes, then took out a stack of money from his pocket and handed it to Dazhuang: "The old man is old, it's not easy to pull you up, and it's easy to get fatal if you fall and knock it down. This money cannot be saved. I'll take your grandpa to have a full body examination tomorrow and change the remaining money to the urinal with a better hearing aid."

"Brother Gui, it's not easy for you to make money. I can't ask for your money." Dazhuang waved his hands and shoved.

"If you know a little about human affairs, this money is not for you, but for your grandfather. Don't push me, write me an IOU later." Gui Ge stuffed the money into Dazhuang's palm without saying a word, then patted Dong Dongdong's shoulder and said earnestly: "Dongzi, don't dislike Brother Gui. I hope that all you children can be well from the bottom of your heart, Zhuangzhuang and the urine pot will listen to you, and take them on the right path."

"Yes." Dong Dongdong nodded with red eyes.

After a while, the chef turned around and left to greet other guests on the table. After a few seconds of silence, Dong Dongdong picked up the wine glass and said, "Look at Brother Gui, let's go around Nan Sanzhao tomorrow to see if there are any suitable small deals suitable for setting up street stalls."

"Okay, cheers!"

"What do you say?"

Dazhuang and the urinate raised their wine glasses together.

Dong Dongdong blinked at me twice: "Brother Lang, let's have a mouthful."

"I have a bad stomach. If you do it, I will do it." I was afraid that I would do it more, so I took a sip as if I was squirting.

"Brother Dong, how about you selling women's clothing?"

"Let's just pull it down, just a few aesthetic perspectives, no one wants the goods that come in."

"Or why we sell socks. I heard from the young nurse in our hospital that the price of women's stockings is too expensive now..."

The three guys immediately began to study the "transformation", but I looked quietly at the "Gui Brother" who had sat back on the counter and was playing the keyboard again.

These days, there are "friends" who pretend to say good things, but if you want to take out real money, you will definitely have a lot of "buds". According to the price list on the menu, I can see that the price of this small shop is not high, and it can even be said to be low. It is entirely because of the amount of money that makes hard money. But the chef just now lent Dazhuang thousands of dollars without hesitation.

This means that he either doesn't care about money or really cares about Dong Dongdong and the others.

If he really cares about the three guys, he can get rid of the fat man with just one phone call, why don’t he find a job to make money for the three of them? It seems a bit contradictory here.
Chapter completed!