Boss Huang is just a small businessman. He worries every day that customers will find trouble for no reason. Every day he worries that the Industrial and Commercial Bureau will come to make surprise inspections on hygiene. Every day he worries that gangsters will come to eat the Overlord meal. He is just a small businessman. He just wants to be harmonious and make money.
This time someone made trouble, he chose to watch on the sidelines instead of calling the police, because if he called the police, he would have to go to the bureau to take notes, and this would mean that he would be closed for a day, which would make those gangsters resentful. If those gangsters came to him every day
If you sit in a small restaurant for a while, you will have no choice but to close it!
In this conflict in his store, except for a knife mark that could not be removed on the table, there was no damage to the chairs and other common fighting knives. It can be said that there was no loss at all this time, but Boss Huang was not happy because
The pool of blood remaining on the table, that severed finger!
He was very frightened and served three bowls of big-name mung bean paste to the table of two men and one woman. He also picked up two boxes of beer ordered by the table of guests. After putting it down, he quickly turned around and left. He could see it with his own eyes.
The ordinary-looking man indifferently cut off someone's finger. He, a small boss, didn't want to deal with such a ruthless person!
Using the edge of the table, he pressed down on the beer bottle and skillfully knocked the lid away. Cui Dahan filled a cup for Qian Mo and himself, looked at the cold girl next to him, and said with a smile: "Do you want something to drink?"
Just a moment ago, Cui Dahan asked his four brothers to go around alone first, while he accompanied his old classmate to work in this store. Although they were both in Hong Kong City, it was a rare encounter!
"No, thank you." Lin Bingqi shook her head. She never drinks.
"You girl, you are still so cold, and you don't give any face to your old classmates." Cui Dahan is a rough man, and his speech has a ruffian tone, but it is not offensive.
Seeing that Lin Bingqi was unmoved, Cui Dahan turned his gaze to Qian Mo and said with a smile: "But you two look really good together...how should I put it, they seem to match each other very well!"
They match well! Her pretty face, which was still a little pale due to what happened just now, suddenly felt a little warm. Lin Bingqi glanced at the quiet boy next to her, and quickly turned her head back in a panic.
Qian Mo was also made uncomfortable by Cui Dahan's words, and simply raised his glass: "Drink!"
Cui Dahan laughed. This kid beat him up before, but now he didn't expect to be able to see his embarrassed side. He should be happy.
"Bang!" The wine glasses collided with each other, with deep emotions and a sullen mouthful. This is how men drink!
While we were drinking a few glasses of wine, the shop owner also served a few plates of side dishes. It’s true that wine accompanies the side dishes, but with a few bowls of mung bean porridge, it really looks different.
After a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere lost its initial strangeness, and Liu Yiyu quietly touched the bowl of noodles with a spoon. She had already eaten when she was with Qian Mo, and the girl didn't eat too much.
"Qian Mo, your fierceness just now is really impressive. I, Cui Dahan, have been a gangster for several years, but I would never dare to be as decisive as you!" Cui Dahan stood up and filled Qian Mo's glass again.
, this is not drunken talk, but Cui Dahan really thinks so!
Qian Mo was noncommittal about this and drank a full glass of beer in one gulp: "This is a need."
Cui Dahan was not well-educated and could not understand its meaning at once. After chewing carefully for a moment, he suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Okay, that's right. Damn your dog life. We all do this because of our needs."
needs!”
This loud laughter immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding guests. However, many of them saw that the rough man just now had a tattoo showing the ruffian symbol, and he was also the leader of the gangsters with several younger brothers. Although they were not happy, they
The shop owner, Boss Huang, would not come forward to worry about this trivial matter, but he could only think indifferently: Why is this man so drunk?
Qian Mo smiled, Cui Dahan may look vulgar in front of strangers, but in front of familiar people, that is his true temperament!
In the Middle East, although life was poor and competition was fierce, the true temperament could still be seen among the mercenaries! And Cui Dahan's actions reminded Qian Mo of the days when he was a human being in the Middle East without wearing a mask, even if the war was raging.
, but there is no such kind of intrigue
Qian Mo still remembers Cui Dahan's nickname of "Henzi" when he was in junior high school: "What do you want to do in the future?"
Regarding this nickname, Cui Dahan's expression changed. It had been a long time since anyone had been so close to him. After his old father embarked on this path, he always looked at him with eyebrows. Cui Dahan could only pretend to be
He accepts it indifferently. He knows that his father and mother did not have children until they were in their forties and are now in their sixties. He wants to make money and honor his parents! But he has no merit!
"Haha, I'm a junior high school student... Even if I find a job, I'm just a coolie, and the salary is not high." Cui Dahan looked sad: "If I work as a gangster... at least I can always be with my parents... I can barely make a living with the money I get.
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When parents are old, their son needs to be around them all the time to feel safe!
Qian Mo was silent, and he could hear Cui Dahan's confusion and helplessness about life.
"You can come to our school. Professor Qin needs help with many experiments. I can recommend you to him." Lin Bingqi said suddenly. She had been listening to the conversation between the two boys.
In fact, Lin Bingqi has been doing this job. If she has time, she will help Professor Qin. From this, she can not only learn some practical experience that cannot be found in books, but also get a good part-time living allowance.
Cui Dahan shook his head with a wry smile. He couldn't do it. Firstly, he was used to being lazy and suddenly had to work in a place that was sacred to him like the University of Hong Kong. He had no confidence. Secondly, he knew that his academic qualifications were incompetent in front of the pride of the University of Hong Kong.
Scumbag, he can bear the disgust of others who are more naughty than him, but he can't bear the contempt for his own academic qualifications! Because, if his family is rich, college is not a dream for him!
This topic was a bit heavy. Cui Dahan didn't want to continue. He drank two glasses of wine alone: "We won't talk about this. We will talk about the future... later!"
Qian Mo looked at Cui Dahan's way of escaping, and when he was about to fill up another glass for himself, he snatched his bottle!
Facing the puzzled gaze of his old classmate, Qian Mo smiled slightly, stood up and filled a glass for him personally: "You have something to drink, why don't you fill it up for me?"
After finishing speaking, Qian Mo filled up his cup and said with a smile: "And if I have something to drink, I will leave a cup for you. Give me some time, and I will ask you for a job! And you can't shirk it!"
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After drinking a lot, chatting a lot, knowing a lot, and finally feeling even more sad, Qian Mo and Cui Dahan drank until the lights came on. The guests changed batch after batch, but Qian Mo's table only changed the wine bottles.
Bottle after bottle
Cui Dahan got drunk again and talked about the sadness he had felt over the past few years, the indifference of his father at home towards him, the avoidance of him by the people around him, and his envy of others who simply went to and from work...
Qian Mo is a good listener, but he is not good at comforting others. Every time he talks about sadness, Qian Mo will always drink with him. He drinks as much as Cui Dahan drinks. Lin Bingqi looks at the two boys.
, watching them drinking one cup after another, she wanted to ask them to stop, but she didn’t know how to speak!
"Qian Mo, do you know? I, Cui Dahan, really, really envy you..." Cui Dahan murmured, but his hand that wanted to raise the wine glass lacked the strength. After drinking too much, he only felt dizzy.
Feeling dizzy, he finally leaned on the table and fell asleep. He was tired!
There is a hazy feeling when you are drunk, which makes people look forward to the real society. But when you wake up, the haziness dissipates and the society is still as realistic as before.
Seeing Cui Dahan fainting and falling asleep, Qian Mo slowly put down the wine glass he raised. He shook his head with a wry smile. After drinking so much smelly beer, he went to the restroom many times.
"Look at you, why did you drink so much?" Drinking was very harmful to the body, and Lin Bingqi was a little worried: "You should have stopped Cui Dahan, why are you still drinking with him?"
"You can't stop it, even if you're drunk." Qian Mo took out a cigarette from his belt and wanted to light it for himself. He needed to refresh himself, but when he thought of Lin Bingqi beside him, he felt a little embarrassed and wanted to put the cigarette back.
Seeing Qian Mo's actions, Lin Bingqi couldn't help but give him a look: "You have drunk so much wine, do you still care about a cigarette?"
"Haha..." Qian Mo laughed dryly, no longer hypocritical.
Light the cigarette and take a deep breath, your mind will clear up a lot
"Qian Mo, I just heard you say that you would give Cui Dahan a job?" Girls are careful, and Cui Dahan didn't take things to heart, but Lin Bingqi remembered it.
Nodding, Qian Mo thought for a while and said: "Henzi is a good person, but it will take some time, and now is not the time."
Although she didn't know what kind of job Qian Mo would help Cui Dahan find, Lin Bingqi didn't ask. Instead, she smiled softly, which was especially refreshing in the middle of the night: "You said he is a good person, what about you?"
"Me?" Qian Mo paused. Maybe he drank too much tonight and touched a lot of things on his mind. His smile was a little bitter, but very sincere: "I'm not a good person."
Having accidentally killed a screen in the Middle East, shot dead soldiers who were loyal to orders, and betrayed professional regulations, Qian Mo would not consider himself a good person.
Lin Bingqi could hear the self-mockery in Qian Mo's words. She remained silent for a long time, looking at Qian Mo with a firm look in her beautiful eyes. She opened her red lips lightly and said with a hint of tenderness in her voice: "In my eyes, you are a good person."
He has fought for himself and hurt others for himself. He is a good person.