The people in the building were shocked. Which ignorant young man dared to act wildly in a place like this? The plates were decorated with fine porcelain flowers and were custom-made for five taels of silver. "If you have money to pay, throw them down. Five taels each!"
The waiter shouted, "Really?" Bahen dropped another one, but put the banknote into his waist. "The second one is ten taels!" the foreman rushed over and said coldly. Bahen was delighted:
"Hey, little one, you don't know that I am Jungji Bacheng, right?" The third, fourth, and fifth were smashed into pieces, leaving only the plate of roasted bamboo chicken, which was put into the small bamboo basket next to it.
, many guys trotted around, eyeing each other eagerly to make a move. Xiangying cheered and shouted: "You idiot, you are so handsome, fuck him!" Baheng shook off the man in his hand and gave him a little kick: "You two are just watching the fun, aren't you?
Are you clamoring for revenge?" Er Ying said in unison: "Great!" No matter what it is, just a tinkling sound is enough. A few guys tried to stop it with force, but they heard painful screams of ouch and ouch.
There is a big fuss, and no one of the diners is still thinking about eating. The timid ones want to pay and leave, the greedy ones want to take advantage of the chaos to evade the order, and the more want to watch a free show, and also want to find out what is in the roasted bamboo chicken.
It's not poisonous. At this time, in the private room on the second floor, Han Shaer, a "rich businessman" with a beard, said to Wu Ying: "It's almost done. You and Guard Zhou go get the person and hand it over to Mei along with Cao Ergou."
Old man, let him interrogate." The two of them responded. The eagle caught the chicken, grabbed the purchaser, jumped out of the window and rushed back to the guest house... Here Han Shaer said to the left of the sixth general of the Royal Forest Army in casual clothes:
"After we've finished eating, let's go down and have a look, and appreciate the Third Prince's style - I guess I'll be exempt from the bill today, as a courtesy to Prince Consort Bailuo." A few guys lavishly filled the gourds with wine and hurried out.
The fat shopkeeper of the hotel appeared in a conspicuous position, with his hands on all sides, and said loudly: "Every guest is shocked! There is some trouble in the store, I feel sorry for you! I promise that the tableware in the store is clean and the ingredients are fresh. I will never follow suit.
Poisonous and harmful food is involved!" Ba Heng paused and flashed his silver skewer: "Half of it is black, you are still telling lies with your damn eyes open, looking for trouble!" The fat shopkeeper sneered again and again: "There are so many tricks in the world.
I believe all of you have seen it before. You are trying to tarnish the century-old reputation of our store with this dirty trick. You are delusional!" He clasped his fists on all sides and said, "To compensate everyone, everyone who patronizes the store today will be exempted from the bill! If you sit at home, it will be a disaster.
Come from the sky, everyone, please leave on your own, the shop needs to be cleared to deal with this trouble, so as not to disturb you again." The diners shook their heads and dispersed, Han Shaer did not leave, and clasped his fists: "Thank you very much.
The shopkeeper's kindness! Can we watch it for a while? You need to have a personal ID if it's real or fake!" The fat shopkeeper said with a straight face: "My lord, you'd better leave. The shop was framed by thieves and the clerk was also injured. It's inevitable.
To seek justice, he was tied up and sent to the government. When he started to move his hands, he was hit and hung up. It is unclear whether the thieves injured him by accident or not." Baheng winked, as if to say: "Let's go, let's go, boss.
You can do it, buddy." Han Shaer was so heartless that he really left.
The fat shopkeeper "closes the door" and "copy the family", inside the ping -pong ping -pong, returned to calm after a minute, lying on the ground and eightly.
How many taels are there?" Shopkeeper Gou Gou Pang asked again, "Little fat boy, are you still copying guys?" He asked Er Ying, who was sitting on the top of the chair not far away: "Does it feel good to do it?" Xiao Ying replied: "I haven't warmed up yet.
!" Xiangying said: "They are all straw bag without being beaten." Baheng poured himself a glass of wine: "Then let's wait a little longer and see if anything is delivered to your door." After such devastation, the fat shopkeeper said fiercely:
"If God wishes for his death, he will be driven crazy. You gangsters, not a single one of you can escape!"