After Wang Yiheng heard the price, he was stunned for half a minute. The waiter looked at him with a smile and said again: "Sir, your consumption totals 13,800! Pay by card or cash?"
"How much?" Wang Yiheng asked uncertainly, his voice rising several times.
"Thirteen thousand eight!!" the waiter said again impatiently.
"Killing guests??" Wang Yiheng continued to jb**, and at this time he also understood what was going on. He must be a jb stooge when he dances gracefully.
"Don't say it so damn hard. I've shown you the menu. A bottle of black is five thousand, a bottle of soft drink is five hundred, a plate of shredded squid and other snacks is one thousand, a fruit plate is one thousand and five, and a card table is three thousand.
Eight, do you have any questions?" The waiter opened the menu in his hand and pointed to the price on it.
"Brother, we are all playing outside. Ask your eldest brother to come down. Maybe I know him. Let's not do anything useless. How much does it cost? I will give you more money. Don't make it unpleasant, okay?!" Wang Yi
He patted his waist horizontally and said forcefully.
"Oh, I heard my brother chatting and it seemed like he was having a good time. Let's go. Go up to the back room and say, my eldest brother is in there. Let's see if you recognize him!!!" The waiter was stunned after hearing this, and then said politely.
One sentence.
Wang Yiheng thought about it for a while and felt that the opportunity had come. After a while, he could say a few decent words. Maybe he could work as an internal security guard here, so he didn't refuse and followed the young man directly to the private room on the second floor.
District walk.
Just as the two of them were talking and laughing and walking upstairs, Bamboo Stick was carrying a plate and a menu and walked out of the warehouse where the fruit plates were cut. However, due to the small lamp on the wall, it was relatively dark. Wang
Yiheng didn't see him, and he didn't see Wang Yiheng either.
The two people walked up the stairs to the second floor and came to the door of a private room. The young man opened the door. Wang Yiheng looked inside and saw seven men in the room, four of whom were playing mahjong, and three more.
I was skating and playing poker with a dozen girls.
"Go in!!" The young man pushed Wang Yiheng.
Wang Yiheng made some preparations, then entered the room with a smile and said: "Brothers, brothers...!"
"Pretend you are a social member!!!" The young man picked up the wine bottles neatly placed at the door, roared, and smashed them on his head!!
“Peng!!!”
Before Wang Yiheng could finish speaking, the beer bottle exploded on Wang Yiheng's head, shattering countless pieces of glass, and beer foam flowed down his explosive head and onto his neck.
Wang Yiheng felt his head was confused for a while, and bright red liquid was dripping in front of his eyes. But before he could understand what was going on, he suddenly felt pain in his waist, and with a pop, a dog ate shit and fell to the ground.
"Hoola la!!"
Three or four young men, shirtless, picked up the rubber sticks under the table and stood up. The young man at the door, holding half a wine bottle, closed the door with a bang.
"**Your mother! You're playing with it, aren't you??" Wang Yiheng lay on the ground, shook his head, and pulled out the military thorn from his waist with a swishing sound.
"Oops!!**, take out the knife??" A young man was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled. He walked two steps to the bottom of the sofa, lay on the ground, and pulled it inside, pulling out a two-meter-long folding large knife.
Guan Dao, held in hand.
"Brother?! Let's do it together??" the young man asked, holding a Guan Dao and baring his teeth.
Wang Wenbo's eyes were red, he held the military thorn firmly, took a step forward, and then stopped...
If it were Leilei, even if he was facing an intercontinental cruise missile, he would smile and curse: "I'm going to fuck you!" and then stab him with a knife without hesitation!!!
So he is Master Lei!! So he can be twenty years old and alone!! He can make tens of millions of property in Guangzhou!!
But Wang Yiheng obviously doesn’t have the courage of Leile!! He doesn’t even have the courage of an ordinary gangster!! He’s a little scared!!
"Brother, it's me who doesn't understand the rules. Let me go. I'll pay you back 13,000 yuan and give it to you exactly!" Wang Yiheng said through gritted teeth while holding the military thorn in his hand.
After he finished speaking, a 27- or 27-year-old man wearing a gold chain who was playing mahjong held a straw in his mouth and snapped his fingers. The girl who was waiting on the table immediately picked up the lighter professionally and began to light the tinfoil. The young man
After a comfortable sip, he punched an eighty thousand card and said without raising his head: "Brother, you are in the wrong place. Ma Liu paid for it, so I won't make it difficult for you!"
"I don't have that much money in my pocket!!" If Wang Yiheng had money, he would definitely give it to him.
"You're also playing outside. I'll give you a discount. I'll let you go with ten thousand yuan!" The young man frowned and said again.
"Ten thousand... not even!!"
"What you said is a bit embarrassing!!" The young man raised his head and said with a frown.
"Really not!!"
"Ninety thousand, confused!!" The young man pushed the card, waved his hand, and said impatiently: "Go away quickly, I see him upset!!"
"Pfft!!" Before Wang Yiheng could react, the young man holding half a wine bottle behind him stabbed him in the thigh. Wang Yiheng turned around and with a loud bang, another young man hit him with a rubber stick.
On the wound on his head.
"I'll fight you the hell!!!" Wang Yiheng closed his eyes and stabbed the young man with the wine bottle with his spear. However, before the knife could penetrate halfway, there was a clatter and a shotgun was directly pressed against his head.
superior.
"Here, stab another one and let me see!" A young man with a pimpled face stuck a gun into Wang Yiheng's mouth and said with bared teeth.
"Bang!!" Wang Yiheng's knife fell to the ground.
.....
Five minutes later, screams came from the toilet.
"Brother, stop calling...I'll make a call!! I'll make a call!!" Wang Yiheng squatted next to the toilet with his face covered in blood.
"Hurry up!!" The pimple-faced young man stepped on Wang Yiheng's shoulder, breathing heavily and urging.
Wang Yiheng took out his phone and dialed Wang Mumu's number tremblingly, but no one answered for a long time. He also dialed Dakang's number and still no one answered. How did he know that Wang Mumu was upset and had half a drink with Dakang?
Hangover, he was currently lying in one of Caesar's private rooms, soundly asleep.
"Peng!!"
A young man kicked Wang Yiheng in the face and cursed: "Damn it! Hurry up!!"
Wang Yiheng thought for a long time and finally remembered that Tianyang's number was in his phone book, so he dialed it quickly.
On the other side, Tianyang, who was having barbecue with Zhang Xi, frowned, glanced at the flashing phone number, and pressed the reject button.
"Who is it?" Zhang Xi asked while eating mutton skewers.
"Stupid Wang Yiheng!" Tianyang said irritably.
"Then why don't you answer?" Zhang Xi asked.
"What's wrong with him? He will definitely not be able to live anymore. I'm annoying him if he wants to borrow money!" Tianyang drank beer and frowned and cursed. Zhang Xi blinked and clinked a glass with Tianyang.
No more talking.
...
Wang Yiheng made a lot of phone calls, but unfortunately he was not very popular and no one was willing to pay attention to him, so a rain of punches, kicks and cannons hit him again.