For the sake of his own spiritual support, Gan Qing, who has always been quiet, couldn't help but interjected: "No, business still needs to be done."

She often went to buy pancakes. The boss of the Shandong Pancake Gang recognized the regular customer as soon as he turned around. He immediately felt emboldened and said in a loud voice: "Then you have to sell good things before you can have the honor to open a business. Girl, don't you think so?"

?What I cook is food, and what he cooks is shit. Of course you guys know whose house you should go to for breakfast."

The boss of the Jianbing Guozi Gang also recognized Gan Qing and sneered: "Who knows who is shit, and the customers know it too."

"Uh..." Gan Qing was very embarrassed. She actually went to Lubei on 135 and 246 to Lunan. She occasionally changed her flavor and ate steamed buns on Sundays. The crispy and soft ones were all welcome. She really didn't know which side to stand on.

He had no choice but to mix it up dryly, "Both are pretty good, just two flavors."

"Who has the same taste as them?!"

"They're not pancakes at all!"

Ganqing's untimely attempt to break up the fight only intensified the conflict, and the bosses of the two pancake gangs escalated from a "civilian fight" to a "military fight."

The martial arts atmosphere is getting worse and worse, especially after social networks became popular on a large scale. Young disciples have no problem following the trend, as if "if you can't make an appointment to go to 110," the fight will be out of style.

It has been less than a week since Yu Lanchuan moved here. As he usually leaves early and comes home late, this is already the second conflict that has arisen in front of him - the last time was at five o'clock in the morning, between the old man at the laundry shop and the man who repaired leather goods.

The old man knocked on the door together and said that they wanted to duel and they also needed to sign some "life and death document".

He finally understood why his grandfather kept wandering around in his later years.

The two big pancake gangs gathered in a circle, quarreled and pinched each other, maybe because they were in a hurry, they didn't take off their sleeves. The two pairs of big sleeves flying up and down during the fight, and the smell of chopped green onion and sauce also spread everywhere, which was very exciting.

The leader who only has coffee in his stomach.

Yu Lanchuan became angry because of hypoglycemia. He took off his glasses and stuffed them into the hands of the person next to him along with his laptop.

At this time, the Shandong Jianbing brother bumped into someone with his elbow, and the Jianbing Guozi brother swiped his foot. Yu Lanchuan crashed directly into the middle of the two of them. He raised his hand to light the Shandong Jianbing's tendons, and pressed the Jianbing Guozi's shoulder with the other hand.

The area around the ankle where he was resting on the ground - Shandong Pancake let out a "ouch", and he jumped away while holding his numb elbow. Pancake Guozi was lying on the ground with his legs upturned, dumbfounded and unable to recover.

Yu Lanchuan then took half a step back, buttoned up the unbuttoned cuffs again, and coldly glanced at the two pancake gangs who had calmed down.

If old man Yu Huaide was still here, they would not dare to cause such nonsense.

It’s just that I heard recently that there is a little Mr. Yu on the tenth floor. Since he is a “little”, he is much easier to bully. Rumor has it that he is a man who has studied abroad. When everyone heard about it, they suspected that he was a boxer who had practiced boxing with foreigners for several years.

Five people and six people came back with sticks, and evildoers from all walks of life appeared one after another, looking for quarrels and causing trouble.

The conflict between the two pancake gangs has been going on for a long time. On the one hand, they made trouble because they wanted to test whether Xiao Yu was soft or hard.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Xiao Yu, the descendant of "Han Jiangxue", really has two brushes. As soon as they met each other, the two bosses fell to the ground.

The boss lost his face, and the younger brothers who had just been making noises also stopped and looked at Yu Lanchuan with guilt and nervousness, waiting for him to attack.

"The corridor is a public place," Yu Lanchuan said word by word, "Can you wealthy people with a monthly income of over 10,000 yuan be a little more civilized?"

The boss of the Shandong Pancake Gang had not recovered yet. He rubbed his arms and took a step forward to chat: "Master Xiao Yu..."

"There is a conflict, right?" Yu Lanchuan took out his cell phone without giving him a chance to speak, "Wait, I will solve it for you."

The two pancake gangs craned their necks, curious about the new leader's way of life.

I saw Yu Lanchuan press a few times on his mobile phone, and then said into the phone: "Hello, hello, citizen complaint - I want to complain about our mobile breakfast truck. These people are of extremely low quality, littering, and even trying to steal

Territory, fight in residential areas..."

The "extremely poor quality" pancake warriors almost knelt down in front of him. They rushed towards him in shock, and pulled Yu Lanchuan's mouth and mobile phone away, begging him to take away his magical powers.

The boss of the Shandong Pancake Gang: "Little, little, little Mr. Yu, yes, yes, please have something to say!"

The boss of the Jianbing Guozi Gang: "No! No!"

"You have something to say?" Yu Lanchuan stretched out a finger and nodded at Shandong Pancake Gang, then turned to ask the Jianbing Fruit Gang, "Isn't that true?"

The pancake warriors were afraid of him, and they laughed along with him while frowning.

Yu Lanchuan: "Did you get injured in the fight? If you got injured, go to the hospital to have your injuries examined. After the injuries are examined, I'll call the police for you. I'll pay you whatever you want."

"No, no, no damage, sparring, daily sparring, it's not an issue."

Yu Lanchuan: "That's good. Weren't there any rules about territory before? If there are rules, just follow them. Don't talk to me about anything else. It was done in the past, and it will be done in the future. Even if it doesn't work, it has to be done."

The pancake men looked at each other.

Yu Lanchuan sneered: "What's the phone number of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau?"

It was the first time for the pancake warriors to encounter such a complaining maniac, and they didn't dare to say no. Finally, they pinched their noses and hugged each other in front of Yu Lanchuan. They all felt that their innocence had been tarnished, and they walked away dejectedly.

Gan Qing came over with small steps and handed the computer and glasses back to Yu Lanchuan: "Master Yu is so powerful."

She had just been holding a pair of spectacles, a metal spectacle frame. One side of the spectacles was cold, and the other side was touched by the body temperature of her palm. The huge temperature difference flowed from one temple to the other.

Yu Lanchuan glanced at her and was stung by a familiar look. He nodded to her with a sullen face and said politely, "You're getting off work so late?"

"It's not too late," Gan Qing said, facing the benefactor who saved her breakfast, she said kind words for free, "I came back just in time, otherwise I wouldn't have had the chance to help you get anything."

Glib tongue.

For some reason, Yu Lanchuan remembered her face in coaxing Zhang Meizhen, and became unhappy again for no reason, and walked away coldly.

As soon as he entered the door, his younger brother, who couldn't read people's faces, ran over to him with admiration and took his slippers. He stretched his arms and legs and said, "Brother, I just saw it from the 'cat's eye', and so did you."

Have you practiced? When did you practice? I've never heard of you before, can you teach me? I went to Star Dream to find that sister a while ago, but after spending a long time, she gave me an alarm and returned it to me.

He taught me a trick of 'tickling the vaginal feet', which I thought was a bit obscene..."

The veins on Yu Lanchuan's forehead popped out, and he pointed to the room: "Go do your homework!"

As if he had eaten catnip by mistake, Liu Zhongqi "fluttered" back to his own room, jumping up and touching the door frame.

At this time, colleagues in the company called urgently, saying that there had been changes in the policy of an investment project that was about to sign a contract. The big boss suddenly went back on his word and summoned the risk control department for an online meeting. Yu Lanchuan only had time to heat a sandwich in the microwave before he began to accept requests from various departments.

Bombarded with phone calls.

Just when he was in a state of panic, the balcony window suddenly "knocked" several times. Yu Lanchuan was startled and accidentally pulled out the whole bacon. He turned his head like he was sticking out a long tongue and saw the balcony on the tenth floor of his home.

There is a "Spider-Man" lying outside, wearing a tight suit and holding a steel claw and a suction cup in his hand.

"Spider-Man" touched from his arms, took out a piece of crumpled letter paper, and slapped it on the window. It read crookedly: "I am the descendant of 'Tangqianyan', and I want to challenge you."

.Martial arts conference, a showdown."

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

At least at this moment, he missed his cold rental house and ruthless rent.

Yes, talking about this plagued "Martial Arts Conference", Mr. Yang has come to urge me several times, saying that the venue and posters are ready and can be shown to him at any time.

The martial arts conference was held every three years, and my uncle used to host it.

Old Uncle Yang said: "We are all old and can't keep up with the times. It's time for young people to come forward. Everyone also wants to meet Mr. Xiao Yu. Xiaochuan, you will be the host this time."

Yu Lanchuan: "Grandpa Yang, I really don't have annual leave this year. Can we change the time for our party? How about the Spring Festival holiday?"

"No," said Mr. Yang, "I can't buy train tickets for the Spring Festival travel rush!"

Leader Yu had nothing to say, was angry and passive and sabotaged his work, and started looking for a new house online. He would rather pay the rent than become the leader.

At this moment, there was a faint "click" sound of glass breaking downstairs, followed by a woman's shrill scream, and the figure of "Spider-Man" standing outside his window disappeared in a flash.

Although the soundproofing of the older building is poorer, it is almost late autumn and everyone has their windows closed at night, but this sound can still come in through the cracks in the windows, making people jump to the edge, as if they are dying.

A scream broke out.

Not only Yu Lanchuan, but also several surrounding households opened their windows at the same time, looking for the source of the sound.

Gan Qing had just washed her hair and was putting away her clothes on the balcony. From the corner of her eye, she saw a dark shadow going next door. She didn't know what kind of ghost it was. She shook her head and expressed sympathy to Xiao Yu, who was next door, and was about to go blow it.

Hair was also disturbed by the scream.

The scream seemed to remind her of something. Gan Qing frowned, moved closer to the window, and pushed the window slightly open.

The sounds outside became clearer, and Gan Qing heard the neighbors shouting to each other: "Eighth floor or ninth floor?"

"The eighth floor, it seems to be 804, the windows are all broken."

"Fortunately it's night and there's no one downstairs. What's going on?"

"Is there an intruder? I seemed to have seen a black shadow flash past just now."

"It's impossible...this is the eighth floor."

At this time, the person from 804 finally spoke up. It was a very weak woman's voice, trembling from the broken glass window: "Yes... there is a thief."

"What? There are thieves on the eighth floor too!"

"It's not the end of the year yet, it's so vicious!"

"I belong to 805," said a rather fat middle-aged man, "I'll take a look."

Neighbors quickly called him: "Wait a minute, if the thief hasn't escaped, call the police first and wait for everyone to come over together."

Most of the people living in Courtyard No. 110 were ordinary people who moved in later, and everyone became nervous.

Yu Lanchuan put away the note on his window, looked around, told Liu Zhongqi to close the doors and windows, put on his coat and went out.

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