There is nothing to say about the boring journey. The two guys who were responsible for "escorting" me took me to the stall and then returned the same way. This stall was set up by the old man three years ago and is located near Enbo Tower.
There were five people in total, one stall plus four waiters. The Zhaotong stall had received orders from Jiangbei, and the stall owner personally went to the station to pick me up. What happened there in Jiangbei had not yet been reported here, and the people at the stall had not yet
They knew why I came and were very respectful to me anyway.
The stall owner in Zhaotong is an old guy with a surname of Zhou. People call him Uncle Zhou to the public and Ma Dad behind the scenes. It is said that he is a very individual person. He has been working under the old man for at least ten years and has brought great success to Jiangbei.
I went through all the stalls and annoyed everyone wherever I went. In the end, there was really no place to put him, so I moved him to the Qiaodong stall to work as a "lock" (in this line,
The stall is responsible for finding the goods, and the counter is responsible for shipping. Sometimes there is too much backlog of goods at the stall and the counter has no time to sell them, so it needs to be temporarily stored. The so-called lock is the person who is responsible for the maintenance and maintenance of local goods).
Speaking of which, Ma Dad arrived in Zhaotong only a month or so before me. He had a problem, he was greedy and greedy for drinks. A month ago, he drank too much and was called to take inventory. As a result, he accidentally broke a cloisonné enamel bottle.
This is actually a big or small matter. If he is popular, he will cover it up and down, and he will get over it. The key is that Ma Dad is not popular. He just broke a bottle and someone actually suggested lighting his sky lantern. He was so angry.
The mother spurts blood.
Of course it is unrealistic to light sky lanterns, but some people still made trouble, and finally moved Madai to Zhaotong. People in this industry know that it is very laborious to leave one's own sphere of influence and open a stall elsewhere.
If the stall has no business, then there is no point in opening it. If the business is good, the local unscrupulous colleagues may secretly destroy the entire stall. Especially Zhaotong is too far away from Jiangbei, and the old man is not a powerful person.
People in the world don't even have backup if something happens to them.
I settled down here, and not long after, Dad came to my room with a smile and chatted casually. His eyes and words were a little twinkling, and soon I understood what he meant. He was here to talk. Like me
According to common sense, it is impossible for someone with this status to come to such a remote stall. Ma Dad and his waiters felt a little uneasy and wanted to ask me for clarification.
I definitely wouldn't tell the truth to Ma Dad, so I just brushed it off. At the same time, I had a first impression of this old guy. He was very talkative and seemed to like to tell stories and was very gossipy.
However, as I continued to get in touch with him, I felt that Ma Dad was quite easy to get along with, but he talked too much and liked to brag. This stall in Zhaotong is located on the edge of the city. In the past, it was a house built by locals alone to open restaurants and businesses.
It has never been very good, so we bought it and turned it into a grocery store to cover it up. I stayed there for half a month. Apart from eating and sleeping, I just watched TV every day. I didn't ask a word about business matters. Ma Dad didn't ask that many questions.
, he would drink with me and brag when he had time, and the relationship was quite harmonious.
After leaving Jiangbei, which is full of chores, the stone on my chest gradually became lighter. I just wanted to relax my mood and find a suitable opportunity to go back and find out the matter thoroughly. I had two phone calls with Cao Shi during the period, and he said that the matter was still going on.
I'm checking, but it might be tricky, so I don't need to be too hasty. I didn't say anything more, I just asked him to take good care of the old man.
Ma Dad is not a serious person. He leaves all the business of the stall to the four waiters and spends his time leisurely. I got up late that day, and when I went to the front to get cigarettes, I saw Ma Dad leaning on the counter.
I was chatting with a thin aunt who was shopping, and I could see that Ma Dad was very happy while chatting. His wrinkled brows had relaxed, and even his eyebrows, which were so heavy, seemed to be much darker. I also saw him stuffing the thin aunt with a bottle.
Soy sauce that costs NT$4 is only charged NT$1.
"Ma Dad, do you have any business like this?"
"Small profits but quick turnover, just to attract repeat customers, and besides..." Ma Dad straightened up: "Master Tian, we have said it many times during our chat, my surname is Zhou, not Ma."
"I know, Dad."
Ma Dad rolled his eyes helplessly, then turned to look at the thin aunt's retreating back, and said confidently: "I have a good foundation, and my face is long and straight. Don't look at me now, who is thin and unattractive. I will have a good life in two years."
She will be rich soon. I don’t plan to live in this damn place forever, otherwise I really want to have a good chat with her."
"Ma Dad, are you very experienced?"
"Of course." Ma Dad swayed and sat next to me, and after taking a sip of tea, he continued: "When I was young, I had a lot of women, so I still have some eyesight. Master Tian, there is a shop nearby.
, the steam pot chicken is well cooked, and the Xuanwei ham is also very authentic. If you are willing to listen to me talk about the past in the world of mortals, then treat me to a meal at your expense, and I hope you feel that the money is well spent."
I have lived in the north since I was a child. When I first arrived in Zhaotong, I was inevitably acclimatized and my appetite was not very good. Listening to the steam pot chicken really whetted my appetite. At dinner that day, Ma Dad and I ran to that restaurant to eat.
Thinking that the business of the small shop was so good, we went there late, waited for a full hour before we sat down at the table, and ordered a few of the shop's special dishes, and the taste was indeed outstanding.
I really have to admire Mada. At this age, he eats everything. After coming out of the restaurant, he took me to eat fried ice to sober up. The two of us chatted with a group of children eating fried ice with spoons.
He was so full of nonsense that I couldn't bear to listen to the braggadocio. He said that he was not in this profession before, but was a serious office worker, and he fell in love with the governor's daughter. Later, he didn't want to have a relationship anymore, and the woman didn't agree.
He had to get married, and the provincial governor also put pressure on him. In desperation, he lost his job and left his hometown to wander.
It wasn't until a bunch of kids ran away and the fried ice vendor closed down his stall that we both felt our bellies and went back. Needless to say, I really like this kind of life. There are no burdens or worries, and we can eat until our bellies are full.
Yuan, sleep until you wake up naturally, very comfortable.
The number of pedestrians on the road has become sparse. Both Ma Dad and I were a bit drunk and our steps were frail. The road from the restaurant to the stall was quite eccentric, and no one could be seen halfway along the road.
But then I felt something was wrong. There seemed to be someone secretly following me behind me, but I couldn't see anyone. As a result, my steps slowed down. Ma Dad seemed to be alert as well, his mouth gradually tightened, and he suddenly stopped walking as he walked.
He picked up two sticks with thick wrists from the roadside, handed one to me, and then frowned and said that we were surrounded.
I took the stick, but before I could say anything, more than a dozen people slowly appeared from the dark corners around me, and gradually surrounded Ma Dad and me in the middle. My first reaction at that time was that these people were coming to pounce.
At our stall, the remaining alcohol in the body immediately disappeared without a trace.
As soon as the encirclement was closed, the other side started to take action. More than ten people attacked Ma Dad and me separately. I didn't have any skills. When I was a teenager, the old man wanted to teach me, but I refused to learn, so he didn't force it anymore. And the Zhaotong stall is so
Bian has always been very stable, and there has never been any trouble. Ma Dad and the others were all relaxed and didn't bring anyone with them when they went out to eat. But now, they realize how terrible it is to have no time and no money.
"It's broken!" Ma Dad broke out in a cold sweat. The location we were in was the most remote section of the road. If someone covered us up here, the end would be miserable, and there was basically no possibility of escape.
Without saying a word, these ten people all showed their knives. Immediately, I was sweating like Ma Dad, but at this time, it was useless to kneel down and kowtow.
The stick in my hand was very long and thick, and I swung it wildly when I picked it up. Being surrounded by people, I would die if I didn't fight, but only if I fought hard would I have a little chance of survival. My adrenaline was secreted sharply, and my heart was like beating a drum, and my throat was
My eyes were dry and I was just swaying the stick.
I'm not good at fighting at all, especially this kind of fight with real swords and guns. I just swung around like this for a while. Unexpectedly, it was quite effective. The other party didn't approach me very much. They surrounded me in the middle and kept pestering me calmly.
.These people have unfamiliar faces, and they don’t speak. It’s hard to tell which people are from that road.
Immediately I confirmed my initial thoughts. These people were probably coming to attack our stall. They had trampled all the roads in advance and were very well prepared. Therefore, the chances of Ma Dad and I escaping became increasingly slim, to the point of being slim.
Any chance.
I started sweating on my head after swiping it for a few times. It's not easy to continue beating like this. People who have never seen the scene don't know how to allocate their physical strength. Without anyone else taking action, they will have to fall down from exhaustion.
After gritting my teeth and persisting for a few minutes, I suddenly discovered a strange phenomenon. These people showed up to attack Ma Dad and me, but their actions were not normal. The people who attacked me were all with bare hands, and their attacks were not heavy. Because of this,
I could resist him for so long with a stick, but the people surrounding Ma Dad were different. They all had sharp knives, and they wanted to stab Ma Dad to death with their knives.
Ma Dad obviously also discovered this phenomenon, and quit at that time. He danced the stick so loudly that it made the wind sound, and cursed: "Fuck you! Anyone with a knife will use it to deal with me!"