The bar was left by Xia He's mother, but it was Xia Zhengqing's intention.
Cooperating with that cousin who is narrow-minded and unscrupulous is also a foreshadowing left by Xia Zhengqing. Because his daughter cannot just be a small bar owner. She should be a smart girl who is sensible, calm enough, and considers the overall situation without being impulsive.
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Under the pressure of his aunt, Xia He successfully honed his endurance and overall perspective, and also developed a rare sense of goal.
Very few people in this world can set clear goals in life and work hard unremittingly. Xia He can, she needs a life, so she needs to stubbornly hold on to the bar. In addition, the bar is her mother's entire effort, and she can't
Allow yourself to be abused.
Countless life problems and trials seemed to be inevitable troubles in her life. But how could Xia Zhengqing's daughter really try her best to make a living for her mother's meager inheritance?
Woolen cloth?
As long as Xia Zhengqing is willing, his daughter can become the happiest girl in the world. Just like Xia Wushuang, they are also the daughters of a rare and strange man in the world. They are destined to have a proud and proud father when they are born. But they
The life of a girl is far more difficult and difficult than that of an ordinary girl.
"Xia Zhengqing is a very courageous and amazing man." Aunt Fang said slowly on the balcony.
The two daughters of the Xia family had already taken a bath and slept. Chu He and Aunt Fang sat on the balcony, which was not spacious, and counted the stars. Although the air quality was not good and there were very few stars visible, Chu He still counted the stars patiently.
"Perhaps I should have given him more respect and admiration." Chu He lit a cigarette and smiled bitterly. "At least I didn't treat him as a loner who just ate and drank."
Aunt Fang smiled, and her smart eyes that seemed to be able to speak fell on Chu He: "But you still think he is a great man. Don't you?"
Chu He nodded: "He is indeed different from ordinary Luo Tuo Han. Although when I buried him, he only had five dollars in his pocket."
"He built a business empire that shocked the world. He was also the king of that business empire." Aunt Fang said slowly.
Chu He raised his eyes slightly, stared quietly at Aunt Fang's charming cheek, and said softly: "Aunt Fang, your mystery has exceeded my imagination."
Aunt Fang also pursed her lips and smiled: "Your experiences over the years have greatly exceeded my expectations."
"Compared with the old guy, am I better?" Chu He chuckled.
Aunt Fang, who rarely poked Chu He, shook her head, not caring about Chu He's mood: "Your father became famous all over the world at the age of twenty. At your age, he has created his own myth."
Chu He comforted himself and said: "The times create heroes."
"Heroes can also reshape the situation." Aunt Fang smiled. "Cao Jingzhe did it back then. Shang Tianya today has also done it. Those figures of the older generation who you have never seen but are destined to meet are all in their own
Become the well-deserved king of your field.”
Chu He pondered for a long time, then took another cigarette, with a hint of resentment: "A woman who falls in love is always blind."
Aunt Fang smiled sweetly, and everything turned dark: "Begging for a beating."
…
In an unknown house, an old man was sitting quietly in a dark room drinking tea. Not far from him, there was a man covered in pitch black who was beating wooden stakes desperately. Iron sandbags can temper people's explosive power.
and toughness. But the finely crafted wooden dummies test people’s skills even more.
Skills are also indispensable for the explosive power and damage of ordinary people. What is breaking painting? It is essentially a kind of understanding of oneself. Once you understand it, you can enter a new world. But countless masters in the world stop at breaking painting.
But he naively thinks that he has become the unparalleled and powerful person in the world. How sad?
Bang bang bang!
The sound of intensive beatings echoed one after another in the room, falling into the old man's ears like the most beautiful music, as if even the fragrant tea was a little sweeter.
Bang!
The wooden stake could not withstand the man's violent blows and broke into several pieces.
If it were an ordinary person breaking a wooden stake, he would probably jump up from the ground with excitement. But the young man in the darkness lowered his hands stiffly and pursed his lips in thought.
His face looked as if it had been left with venom by thousands of the most vicious centipedes, and it was so ferocious that it penetrated people. But his eyes, which were originally extremely cold and vicious, gradually became calmer. Instead of the coldness of the past, they were a little more ferocious.
Very calm.
His eyes fell on the broken wooden pile on the ground, and he pursed his lips in thought.
He stood there and meditated, while the old man drank tea leisurely and seemed to have no intention of speaking.
After a long time, the ugly and ferocious man slowly squatted down, picked up a sharp piece of wood, held it in his hand and spun it several times, then suddenly threw it in the air and turned around with a kick.
Whoosh!
The wood pierced the wall like a sharp sword and came out again.
A subtle smile finally appeared on his ugly but calm face at this moment. But his smile was far uglier than ordinary people crying. It was even terrifying.
He walked slowly towards the coffee table and sat down opposite the old man. The corners of his lips raised slightly, and he said in a hoarse and tearful voice: "Master, I'm thirsty."
"If you destroy eight wooden stakes in one go, you will definitely be thirsty." The old man, who was called the master, personally filled the young man's tea cup and said with a smile, "Master has been studying tea art recently. It should not be as hard as before."
The ugly man took the tea cup, drank it all in one gulp, and said hoarsely: "It tastes good."
"Can the tea made by the master not taste good?" the old man said with a straight face.
The ugly man grinned and said, "No."
The old man finally stopped keeping a straight face and stared at the man's ugly face. After a long time, he asked extremely seriously: "Understood?"
"I understand." The ugly man nodded.
"How old are you?" the old man asked casually.
"Thirty-one years old." The ugly man replied.
"Master understands when he is forty years old," the old man said frankly, without any awareness of teaching his disciples to starve the master to death.
"You taught me well," the ugly man said.
"Silly boy." The old man smiled kindly and then said, "Isn't it quite frustrating to live in this house?"
"No." The ugly man shook his head. "The boiled tofu made by the master is very good."
"Is braised carp bad?" the old man asked.
"Better." said the ugly man.
"What do you want to eat tonight?" the old man asked with a smile. "Master will cook you a sumptuous meal."
"I'll invite the master to a restaurant," the ugly man said.
The old man was startled for a moment, then laughed: "Okay. To be honest, I don't know what to cook now. Alas, I have to serve you in different ways every day. It's your turn to spend money."
…
There is a residential area near the house. Because it is close to the outer ring road, it is far away from the urban area. People's living standards are obviously worse. But the low consumption level does not mean that the aesthetics will decline. The appearance of the ugly man made many people turn their heads and look.
Elsewhere, a few timid people even ran away, screaming.
The old man walked slowly, and the ugly man also walked slowly on the road, paying no attention to the surprised and strange looks of passers-by.
They chose an ordinary-grade restaurant, and the old man ordered the food, and then ordered a bottle of Shao Knife to be served. The orderer subconsciously avoided the ugly man's face, stared at the menu, and left after ordering.
This embarrassing table.
So ugly!
How dare such an ugly man go out! How can he go out?
Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death?
It really affects the appearance of the city!
The ugly man quietly took the burning knife from the old man, drank half the cup in one breath, and let out a long sigh.
"How is it?" the old man asked with a smile.
"Okay." The ugly man said.
"I mean, how are you?" the old man asked seriously.
"Okay." The ugly man replied simply.
"How good is it?" the old man continued to ask.
"It's never been better," said the ugly man.
"That's good." The old man filled the roasting knife for him again and said boldly. "I am Duanmu Yiyi's disciple, how can I be bad?"
The ugly man grinned, picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp.
Perhaps they hoped that this strange pair of men would leave as soon as possible. The food on the table was served very quickly. And the two men seemed to have not had a good meal in several days. They ate all the food on the table like a whirlwind.
.After cleaning up the winter melon ball soup, the old man burped and muttered: "Finally, I had a salty and suitable meal."
The food Duanmu Yiyi cooked was by no means delicious. It was even unpalatable. It was either burnt or extremely salty. In short, a normal person would definitely not be able to eat those unpalatable dishes. But every time the ugly man
They all ate everything on the table, as if they were eating the most delicious food in the world.
"Are you full?" the old man said with a smile.
"Yeah." The ugly man nodded.
"Where to go?" the old man asked.
"That's where we should go," the ugly man said.
"Go." The old man said with a smile. "Come back and see the master when you have time."
The ugly man nodded: "Definitely."
Watching Qin Tianbao, who looked extremely ugly to others but became more and more handsome in his eyes, leave, Duanmu Yiyi's eyes were full of love and he murmured to himself: "Phoenix Nirvana."
