The bald forehead also looks a little shiny due to the lighting problem.
There were several people following the bald man, among whom the yellow hair was the most conspicuous.
"Hahaha, I just finished playing mahjong and came out to find something to eat, and your store opened here, not bad!"
The bald man nodded with a smile and said, "We happen to be hungry. Let's have a cup of milk tea each."
After saying that, the bald man walked into the Dandan Milk Tea House.
Zhao Gangjun said calmly, "What flavor do you want?"
“Original flavor.”
The bald man said, "There are six of us here, one drink per person."
"Hold on!"
Zhao Gangjun nodded and stood behind the counter to mix the milk tea. However, the bald man and the others spread out, and each person sat at a table. There were only six tables for people to sit in the entire store, and these six people sat at one table.
All six tables were occupied.
There were so many people who got up early and wanted to buy breakfast. As soon as they walked into the store, they saw bald people who looked like gangsters, and they were frightened and ran away.
On a morning when business was supposed to be good, it was because of the six bald people that basically no one came to buy.
This is the way some gangsters use to disgust people. They just order the cheapest items and then fill up all the seats in your store. If you let them sit there, your business will be affected. If you want to drive them away,
There seems to be no reason.
People come to consume, so if they consume less, they are no longer consumers?
This is a very embarrassing situation.
Zhao Gangrong looked outside the door and saw that there were basically no customers.
The milk tea was quickly prepared. Zhao Gangjun served milk tea to six people respectively, then sat directly in front of the bald head, looked at the bald head and said, "Tell me, what do you want? My time is precious, I will give you a
minutes."
"Hahaha, you have such a bad temper."
The bald man smiled and said, "I don't want anything, I just want you."
Although these words may sound ambiguous, Zhao Gangjun knows the meaning of bald head.
"After all, the bastard can't escape the fate of being jailed and shot. I don't want to be stupid and be used as a gunman by the so-called big brother. If you let me be the big brother, then I will consider being the little brother. This is not my style.
." Zhao Gangjun said with a smile.
"Do you think you can do it, big brother?"
The bald man said with a smile, "Huang Zhengdao thought he was the big brother at first, and he was beaten like a dog by me."
"Do you think being the big brother means you can fight?"
Zhao Gangjun said disdainfully, "A big brother who can fight is still a gangster. To become a real gang boss, you must have a wealth of knowledge. Do you know who the godfather of the Italian Mafia is? Do you know who is behind the biggest gangster in the United States?"
Family? Do you know what the gang culture of the Yamaguchi-gumi in Japan is?"
Zhao Gangjun's words made the Baldhead, who had always been confident, stiffen up. Then, the Baldhead said in annoyance, "What? Do you know?"
"The current godfather of the mafia in Italy is Lippi Carlson. Behind the largest gang in the United States, there is the shadow of the Rothschild family, and the gang culture of the Yamaguchi-gumi in Japan... This gang suffered a devastating blow more than ten years ago.
Now it is no longer the Yamaguchi-gumi who has the final say in Japan, but Tokyo Fever."
Zhao Gangjun said casually, "Being a gangster requires you to be educated so that you can connect with the world. People like you guard two or three places every day and occasionally do things to bully men and women. You are a low-level gangster, so I am
I don’t want to see gangsters like you, who always think that you are invincible if you can shoot. If you can shoot, have you ever shot a gun? Have you ever seen a gun? A standard pistol? Or an older generation 5.4?"
The bald man never thought that he would be laughed at by Zhao Gangjun like this. His face turned red and he said, "Zhao Gangjun, I think highly of you, so I plan to make a fortune with you. Don't toast me and you will be punished with a drink."
"See, that's what low-level gangsters are like."
Zhao Gangjun shook his head helplessly and said, "Do you know what it means to be emotionless? Do you know what controlling anger means? You don't know anything, but you know how to threaten people when things happen. Your level is really too low."
"court death!"
The bald man finally succeeded in being irritated by Zhao Gangjun. He slapped the table, picked up the milk tea in his hand and threw it at Zhao Gangjun.
Snapped.
Zhao Gangjun caught the milk tea with one hand, put it on the table, and said, "What? Do you want to do something?"
"Believe it or not, I smashed your shop?"
The bald man said with a gloomy face.
"Believe it or not, I will kill you?"
Zhao Gangrong looked at the bald head and asked calmly.
The bald man was stunned for a moment, looked into Zhao Gangjun's eyes, and for some reason, his whole body shuddered.
It seems that I only feel this way when I see those big brothers in the urban area!
The bald forehead suddenly started to sweat for some reason.
Zhao Gangjun stretched out his hand to the bald head's neck and pinched a pendant hanging around the bald head's neck in his hand.
This is a cross.
"You have to know that there are some people you can afford to offend, but there are some people you can't afford to offend. If you offend someone you can't afford to offend, you will die. Do you understand?"
After saying that, Zhao Gangjun tightened his hand.
Snapped.
The cross was shaped into a stick by Zhao Gangjun with one hand.
Zhao Gangjun sighed and said, "Go away, I don't want to see you."
The bald man lowered his head and looked at the cross on his neck that had been shaped into a stick. It looked like something he had just made, but it had just been strengthened. The tip of this cross was a very sharp thorn. You could just take it off during a fight.
When used as a weapon, something like this was actually shaped into a stick by someone with one hand?
The bald man felt that his outlook on life was about to be subverted.
"You...who are you!"
The bald man said with a slightly trembling voice.
"I'm just a student."
Zhao Gangjun said, "If you don't want to die, stop hanging around in front of me, otherwise I won't be able to help but kill you when the time comes, and then our Huangyun District will have to start fighting for control again."
Goo.
The bald man swallowed, stood up and shouted, "Let's go."
After saying that, Baldhead wanted to leave.
"One cup of milk tea is 5 yuan, six cups is 30 yuan, welcome to review."
Zhao Gangjun said with a smile.
"for you!"
The bald man directly took out a wad of money from his wallet, then turned around and walked out of the milk tea shop.
Zhao Gangjun picked up the stack of RMB that seemed to be about a thousand yuan on the table, smiled and put it into his pocket.
These days, it's all about extortion and extortion, it's better to make money.
A wonderful morning began like this.
The following days seemed a bit uneventful. Zhao Gangjun had to go to the milk tea shop every day to help, and the relationship between Lin Shuya and Zhao Gangjun seemed to have eased a lot. From time to time, Lin Shuya would go to Zhao Gangjun's shop to sit for a while.