Yu Haitang slammed the table angrily, not even thinking about spilling her favorite glass of red wine.
She hates this feeling of being coerced, especially emotionally.
Xu Damao's face was also gloomy and terrifying. He stared at the door of his room, his mind turned upside down.
After a while, he seemed to have made a great determination. He clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth with a ferocious face and said to himself: "Old man, you forced me to do this. From now on, either you will die or I will."
Death, it depends on who of us finishes playing first!"
Yu Haitang looked at him curiously when he heard this, and said quickly: "Is there anything you can do?"
"Don't worry about it. I have my own way to deal with him. Let's eat first." Xu Damao didn't want to mention it anymore, and walked to the stove to prepare the steak.
"What are you going to eat? He's so full of anger." Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Yu Haitang was smart enough not to ask any more questions. After thinking about it, he stood up and said, "Xu Damao, if you can really solve Liu Haizhong, I will agree."
Married to you."
"Are you serious?" Xu Damao opened his mouth wide in surprise, and even stuffed it into his buttocks.
He didn't expect that it would be a blessing in disguise!
"I always mean what I say."
After the girl finished speaking, she turned around and left in an airy manner, as if she had just discussed a simple transaction. I don't know what she was thinking.
When he saw Yu Haitang coming out of the central courtyard and jumping into Yan's house, Chu Heng was stunned.
It wasn't even ten minutes before and after, right?
So fast?
At this moment, Liu Guangtian left and came back again, with a smile on his face like a dung beetle who had just stolen a big dung egg, as wretched as he could be.
Seeing this, Chu Heng was moved in his heart and asked curiously: "Did you pick up the money? Are you smiling so happily?"
"Hey, I'm happier than picking up money." Liu Guangtian glanced at Yan Jiecheng, came up to him, and shared his happiness in a low voice: "My dad went to Yu Haitang to propose marriage, and Xu Damao's grandson is out of luck."
"Hey, congratulations!"
Chu Heng smacked his lips dryly, feeling sad in his heart.
What a pity that such a good show was lost!
What's even more pity is that he is now a married man, and he still has no feelings for Haitang.
Otherwise, he would go find Liu Haizhong, the bully who robbed civilian girls, and slap him with his big fat face, and then he could have sex again.
Hey, that’s what’s written in novels!
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The next day, at noon, the sun was shining like fire.
After recording today's thoughts about Miss Xiao Ni on the page, Director Chu put on the rustic old straw hat, put on a can of herbal tea with the lid sealed, and prepared to go find it.
Even the old man plays chess.
He has been very angry recently, and he plans to torture the old man twice, push the cart, and calm down the anger.
When we came to the front room, the shop was in full swing.
The aunts were lying dead, the young men were lying dead, and there were no guests at all.
Mr. Chu Heng nodded with relief, carefully avoiding the employees who were lying peacefully on the ground and sleeping soundly, he walked out of the door quietly, pushed out his bicycle and prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he lifted up his legs and stepped into the car, a shout came from not far away.
"Master Chu, please stay!"
"Um?"
Chu Heng subconsciously stopped his movements, used a yellow dog pee move to trap his long legs in the air, and immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.
The old man Yan Muze, whom he hadn't seen for many days, was running towards him panting. The white sweatshirt with several big holes in it was soaked with sweat, as if it had just been fished out of the water.
From the looks of it, he must have come from home.
When he came in front of him, Chu Heng handed him a cigarette and asked curiously: "Master Yan, why don't you ride a bicycle? You can walk on this hot day and you are not afraid of heatstroke."
"The car... let some bastard borrow the car." Old Man Yan smiled unnaturally.
Chu Heng understood instantly, shook his head helplessly, took out his lighter and helped the old man light his cigarette, and asked, "What do you mean by coming here today?"
"I have something important to talk to you about." Yan Muze looked around cautiously, grabbed his arm and walked to the corner, and then whispered sneakily: "Well, Master Chu, I'm looking for you today.
Come here, it’s about food.”
"Have all the old ones eaten last time?" Chu Heng looked at him in astonishment. He had only been feeding pigs for a few days, and he couldn't even feed the pigs so fast.
"No, no, I have some left at home." Yan Muze shook his head, looked at the passersby nearby with bright eyes, and said to him, "They are some of my friends, they also want to buy some food."
"Your friend?" Chu Heng's face suddenly turned cold when he heard this. He frowned and looked at him, with a bloody smell in his eyebrows: "Old man, have you told me about selling your food?"
Old Man Yan was startled by his appearance. The sweat that had just subsided immediately broke out again, and the hairs on his back stood up. He hurriedly waved his hands and explained: "Don't worry, Mr. Chu, I never mentioned you."
Half a word."
"Then what's going on with buying food you're talking about?" Chu Heng frowned.
"You blame me too." Yan Muze took a puff of his cigarette and said with a wry smile: "Yesterday, some of my old friends came to visit me. Seeing that there was a lot of food in my house, they asked curiously. By chance, my little grandson
In the house, he told me about selling grain on the spot, and I didn't stop him. But don't worry, I still said the same thing. If this matter really goes wrong, I will take care of it all by myself, and don't wait to follow.
You have some connections."
After hearing this, Chu Heng smacked his teeth and he really regretted agreeing to their request to buy their food.
But, if he were to cut off contact now, he would be a little reluctant to let go.
There is no way, the old man gave me too much.
He had never dared to think about fine antiques that cost five yuan a piece and gold bars that could be purchased at 60% of the price. What was the difference between this and picking it up for free?
People die for wealth and birds die for food, no one can escape.
Chu Heng likes money and old things even more.
Now those things that were rarely seen in the past are clearly placed in front of him, almost at his fingertips. How can he control them?
It's like some old perverts, knowing that a relationship worth hundreds of dollars is risky, and they might be arrested if they don't do it right, but they are still willing to take the risk.
"They knew I had a way to get food, so they kept begging me to help get some." Yan Muze observed Chu Heng's expression and saw that he had no intention of getting angry, so he continued: "I don't know.
What do you mean by this? I don’t dare to refuse directly, so I’ll come over to talk to you first and ask you what you mean.”
"I won't sell it, no matter how high or low it is, I won't sell it!"
Chu Heng flatly refused without thinking, and said in a sonorous tone: "Master Yan, if I can give you food, I have already taken a big risk, and I don't want to cause any further complications."
"That's it, I'll give them a reply right away." The old man nodded and sighed with regret: "It's a pity, everything they have is good. If you don't accept it, you probably won't be able to keep it.
How long."
Chu Heng was stunned when he heard this. He blinked and took out the jar of herbal tea from his bag. He opened it with a smile and brought it to the old man: "Come, Mr. Yan, take a sip of tea to quench your thirst. Hey, those things you just mentioned
What's going on? They are just like you, planning to exchange gold bars for antiques?"
"Of course it is, otherwise how would they get the money?" The old man took the jar flattered.
