More than 40 minutes later, on the Taiwanese-style food street on Fenghuangshan Avenue, Bao'an District.

I took Qian Long and the old stool straight to a small shop called "Fatty Food Stall".

Not long after, Dong Dongdong, Dazhuang and Jiang Ming walked out of the store one after another.

"Brother, that guy with a beard and a black shirt is Guan He. Almost all the people sitting next to him are from Gongle Village." Through the bright floor-to-ceiling window, Dong Dongdong pointed to a table in the hall and whispered to me.

I followed his fingers and saw eight or nine men gathering around the table, talking and laughing. On the main table, there was a strong man in his thirties sitting upright. The man was shaved with a buzz head that was close to his brain. He looked very energetic, with a wide forehead, thick lips, two circles of dense stubble on both sides of his cheeks. He was wearing a tight black shirt and a gold bracelet as thick as a little finger on his wrist.

At this moment, he was holding his hands in front of his chest, smiling and listening to a short man next to him, squinting his eyes and slighting his head, looking like a social boss.

After observing him for a few seconds, I smiled and asked, "Who is going to strike out?"

"That must be me..."

"I'll do it."

Qian Long and Lao Tanzi spoke in unison. After saying that, the two looked at each other. Lao Tanzi coughed twice and said, "Boss, I have started to lack money recently. The doctor told me that there is a kind of American health medicine that can adjust my son's body, so...

"Then come on, the things are done well." I agreed with a little bit, and leaned into his ear and whispered a few words.

After a while, in addition to the old stool, my brothers walked into the small restaurant with a laugh, found a place near the corner, ordered two side dishes and some beer. While bragging about the mountains, we looked at Guan He and the others not far away.

There were eight people on the table, three older and five younger. They were talking in the dialect and communicating, and burst into laughter from time to time, as if they were talking about something happy.

After lowering my head and thinking for a few seconds, I got up and walked happily to Guan He, and said politely to him: "Brother, just borrow a lighter."

Guan He looked up at me, grabbed the lighter at his hand and handed it to me, waved his hand and said, "I'm giving it to you, we have several lighters here."

"Thank you." I took out a cigarette box and handed him one, then turned around and walked back. After a brief confirmation, I knew that the other party had absolutely no weapons such as swords and guns on it. At the same time, I nodded my head calmly towards the old stool standing on the floor-to-ceiling window.

As soon as I got back to the position, the old stool walked in with his head and striding towards Guan He's table.

When he walked to Guan He, everyone at the table raised their heads in confusion.

"Oh, it's all here, are you eating? I'm late, sorry." The old stool raised his eyebrows and smiled, who didn't treat himself as an outsider at all, grabbed a pair of chopsticks on the table, rubbed under his armpits, then held a chair and sat in front of Guan He, picked up a mouthful of food and stuffed it into his mouth.

"What are you doing!"

"You're drunk..."

The men next to him immediately cursed with dissatisfaction, and the other two were about to pull the old stool when they got started.

"It's okay." Guan He waved his hand and glanced at the old stool with a smile: "Friend, are you so hungry?"

"It's not that bad, I'm really hungry." The old stool chewed a few times in a vague way. He didn't treat himself as an outsider at all, picked up half a glass of beer in front of Guan He, tilted his neck and poured it down, and then spit out a vulgar mouthful: "You're stuck with our company's progress and don't raise your hand, which has caused us to pick up leftovers, and you have no need to eat it. Do you think I'm hungry?"

"People from Huihuang Company?" Guan He, who was originally smiling, suddenly drooped, while the others at the table stood up at the same time.

The old stool seemed to have not seen it, and sniffed with a plain expression, and then picked up a bite of the dish. "No matter what company I am from, I just want to ask you if you can raise your hand and give us a stutter."

"What if I say I can't give it?" Guan He sneered tightly.

"If I can't give it to me, I can only grab it myself." The old stool lowered his head, picked up half a bowl of rice left by unknown people, pulled it into his mouth a few times, then burped it, and slowly took out a handful of "imitation June 4th" from behind his waist.

"What are you doing!"

"Hold his hand..."

Seeing that something was wrong, the person next to him hurriedly shouted and rushed towards the old stool.

"Don't be nervous, I'm eating a little too much, I feel so full." The old stool smiled and threw the "Imitation June 4th" into the soup basin on the table. He grabbed half a bottle of beer to fill it up. He stared at Guan He with a crooked neck: "There is only one bullet in the gun, it's unrealistic to take it away for you. Why don't we play a game?"

Guan He's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he still gritted his teeth and asked: "What do you want to play?"

"Just like the stone scissors, whoever wins will shoot." While speaking, the old stool took out a pack of wrinkled cigarettes from the upper pocket of his blue work clothes, lit one on his own, and squirmed with a smile on his face: "Anyway, I'm almost forced to survive. It's not much difference if I die a day or a day. If I kill you, I won't run away. I just waited for the police to come to catch me, and I just went to the chicken shed to have a full meal."

Guan He frowned and said nothing.

"If you don't say anything, I'll just consider you agree. Then I'll count one, two, three, we have two stone scissors Buha." The old stool held the cigarette in his mouth and raised his right hand: "One...two..."

"Friend, I can talk to the person in charge of Huihuang Company. It's easy to discuss this matter." Guan He growled in a hurry.

"Haha." The old stool raised his right hand and grinned, and his arm fell off guard. He "pop" a loud big mouth slapped Guan He's face. Guan He was beaten and shook it in place, and blood from his nose immediately spread down his mouth.

"Silly..."

"Skin shovel!"

Seeing that the man who was beaten by his own head, several men gathered around him reached out to grab the old stool at the same time. They pulled the collar and arms of the old stool at almost the same time.

"Bang!"

A dull gunshot suddenly erupted.

"ah!"

Immediately afterwards, a young man on the left side of the old stool covered his bloody thigh and fell heavily to the ground with a "bang". The other guys surrounding him instantly dispersed and retreated backwards in horror.

"ah!"

"Murder..."

The diners and waiters in the food stalls were stunned for a few seconds at the same time, and then they ran out of the door in a simultaneous manner.

"I said that gun was just a bullet, but I didn't say I only had one gun." The old stool took out a black "imitation June 4th" from somewhere, blew a sigh of relief at the muzzle, and continued to stare at Guan He: "Did I say I am from Huihuang Company?"

Guan He stumbled and shook his head: "No...no."

"Yes, then why are you always smart?" Lao Tengzi patted Guan He's face and said, "My boss wants to talk to you. Do you think we'll move to another place or just meet here. But I'm going to say it first. Someone will definitely call the police. Before the police arrives, if my boss doesn't arrive, then I can only rattle you all. Anyway, I'm a wanted criminal. Kill one and kill ten."

"I...I'll go with you, everything is easy to discuss." Guan He was silent for a moment, swallowed.

"Then let's go." The old stool got up, grabbed Guan He's collar, grabbed him roughly and walked out the door. He walked out for two or three steps. He turned around and pointed at the guy in the soup bowl on the table and smiled: "That thing is given to you as a gift for meeting. Don't say I didn't remind me, who dares to call the police or drive it out, then tonight will be your boss's last night."

After the words came, the old stool hugged Guan He's shoulder and disappeared at the entrance of the restaurant.

"what to do?"

"Do you want to call 110..."

Guan He and his companions hurriedly got together and started talking, noticing that there was a table of individual guests not far away.

"Look at what is the strength of doing things?" I took a sip of beer, turned my head and spoke to the little brother: "There is no nonsense, and there is no need to shout at the sky and the earth. A bullet can be easily handled. The most important thing is that after the past, whether it is Guan He or his companions, looking back at the old stool, you will have to tremble three times."

Dong Dongdong, Jiang Ming and Da Zhuang looked at each other, and looked out the window thoughtfully.

"Learn more, brothers, learn everything is all about work." Qian Longjian took a long time...
Chapter completed!