Dinluo District, in front of an old machine repair shop.
The plaque of [Brilliant Machine Repair Shop] surrounded by neon lights still shines brightly.
Although Tang Hui's working hours have been greatly reduced since he moved, and the store's machine repair business has almost stagnated, the catering business has become increasingly prosperous under the management of two machine repair apprentices, Gang Dan and Xiao Si.
The strange thing is that without Old Tang's protection, there are more and more customers, and there are both underworld and white people.
Needless to say about the underworld, this is Tingluo District, and the most indispensable thing is gang members.
However, those rich and wealthy people become extremely honest when they come here. They usually only eat breakfast and barbecue in the evening, and don't dare to drink.
How can I describe that feeling? It's like a primary school student who hands in homework on time in class.
Speaking of Baidao, Gang Dan, who is quite discerning, can be sure that Lao Wang, who likes to drive cross-country in the city and wears a black suit, must have an official background. When he comes, the surrounding area will instantly become quiet.
Lao Wang likes to take off his suit and occupy a small matzah table by himself.
I usually order a bowl of sand tea noodles and a small plate of pickles for myself. Although my face looks very painful, I usually finish it.
In recent days, Boss Tang has appeared more often. "Old Wang" came twice and happened to meet Tang Hui.
Such as yesterday.
The two burly men looked at each other. Old Tang handed over the soup bowl, and Old Wang took it and ate it up.
"Boss Tang, can I ask you a question?"
Mr. Wang Chuxiong looked at Tang Hui as if on a pilgrimage.
"Why did I find the Sha Cha noodles unpalatable at first, but now the more I eat, the more addictive I become?" Wang Chuxiong was forced by Tang Hui to eat the 200 yuan Sha Cha noodles at first, but he vomited all afternoon after returning home.
He once swore he would never eat this kind of food again in his life.
"Want to know?" Old Tang's face looked very melancholy, or maybe it was too hazy because of the lit cigarette, like a lovelorn alpaca with a side-parted hairstyle.
"Uh-huh."
"Finish this bowl first."
Tang Hui handed over a bowl of Big Mac Shacha Noodles priced at 68 yuan.
This bowl can earn Wang Chuxiong at least 38 yuan!
Wang Chuxiong took the giant bowl with a pious face and began to slurp the noodles.
"This is called Stockholm Syndrome." Old Tang had just read a book on criminal psychology recently and felt that the word he used was quite authoritative.
Especially when I saw Wang Chuxiong's excited look after he finished speaking, he was definitely shocked by his own culture. The sense of accomplishment that arose spontaneously was so joyful.
"puff!"
Comrade Lao Wang had just eaten less than half of the noodles, and the shacha sauce spurted out of his nostrils.
Wang Chuxiong took the hundred-dollar bill and ran away.
He was afraid that this old man who was much stronger than him would do something bad to him.
Stockholm!
He, Wang Chuxiong, does not have such a hobby.
…
Today, Wang Chuxiong did not appear again.
There were crowds of people around, and an old man wearing overalls sat in that position. His burly body was in sharp contrast to the overwhelmed steel pony.
He is lonely and shining.
It is obvious that Tang Yingqi will not come here again these days, and it is obvious that he is no longer afraid of being discovered when he secretly smokes.
But inexplicably, Tang Hui suddenly felt that his interest was suddenly low.
Is it because these years of life have changed from darkness to light that you are not used to it, or is it because you are not used to the handsome girl who suddenly broke into your life?
Old Tang couldn't make up his mind for a while.
And what annoyed him the most was that the other party explicitly invited him to Shanghai.
This is a turning point in life!
Old Tang rejected this answer twice in a row, and then the other party asked twice.
When asked for the third time, Lao Tang evaded and refused to answer.
"You must have principles in life!"
Tang Hui opened a bottle of ice beer for himself, drank it, and immediately felt much better.
But soon, his SAN value began to decline again.
The face full of philosophy is full of "mourning".
"well……"
"After many ups and downs, I cherish my love, and the dead wood springs again... Gudu!"
"Since ancient times, there is only so much passion and hatred... Gudu!"
Tang Hui drank one bottle at a time, almost at the same speed as the customer eating peanuts next to him. The customer at the next table looked at him with horror.
"What am I always worried about now? I'm always very irritable."
"Still hiding from something?"
"It seems to be, Mr. Lu."
Tang Hui blinked and suddenly felt that he had found the root cause.
She is really a big nanny. It is obvious that the Lu family boy is already so successful, why are you still worried?
Time goes round and round, and it seems that we have finally returned to the starting point.
The former Lu Longlin is now Lu Zongguang.
The first time I put on the military uniform, it was so beautiful.
Now Lu Ze has also put on a military uniform, but there are more overt and covert crises in this world than there were a few decades ago.
Have you lived a quiet life for too long?
Do you instinctively not want the next generation to be exposed to the noise and darkness of this world?
"Yingqi just broke my heart as a father."
"You brat, you have to come back safely. The East China Sea is really not a place for good people to go."
Even Tang Hui, who was as burly as a lion, was filled with emotion every time he recalled his secret trips to the East China Sea.
Buzzing.
While Tang Hui was drinking alone, his bracelet suddenly rang.
"Yingqi?"
The decadence on Old Tang's face was instantly wiped away, revealing his most energetic look.
"Girl!"
"Dad, Aze is back safely. It is said that there are good things to be announced today."
At first glance, Tang Yingqi seems to be doing things vigorously and informally, but in fact her thoughts are much more delicate than ordinary people, and she accurately adds peace to her phone calls.
These two words play the role of setting the country.
"What?! Hahaha, just come back. I'll go back right now!" Tang Hui didn't care about the second part of his daughter's words. In his opinion, it was the best news that the brat came back from the East China Sea well.
The call is hung up.
Tang Hui suddenly found that his thoughts were clear.
Yes, why am I worrying so much!
The confident look of that kid Lu Ze suddenly appeared in his mind again.
Behind confidence is strength.
In a happy mood, Tang Hui couldn't help but hum.
He turned around and walked into the store, grabbed his jacket, and walked out with strong steps.
"Open a good store, the customer is God!"
Old Tang said earnestly to the two apprentices who were learning mechanics from him.
The roar of the engine roared.
A squeaking sound.
A hot red sports car parked in front of the store.
Wearing a small suit, holding a shell bag in hand, and dressed in professional formal attire, Pei Shuang, who is stunningly charming, walked out of the driver's seat with a strong aura.
"Tang Hui, stop!"
"Do you want to have a cold war, or are you hiding from something?"
"I, Pei Shuang, didn't say anything, but you, the old man, are more cowardly than women?"
Pei Shuang walked up to the man who was a head taller than herself, raised her beautiful eyes coldly, and looked directly at Tang Hui.