The pungent smell of smoke lingered in the coffee shop, instantly destroying the original elegant environment of the coffee shop.
Song Wan slapped her nose with her hand, and said with a flat mouth: "The quality is really bad, what kind of person is this?"
"The only contribution of this society's 'garbage making machine' is to create garbage for this society." Tong Qianxue said in a calm tone. She raised her wrist and looked at the time on her watch. There was still an hour before the agreed meeting time.
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The two gangsters made a lot of noise and smoked, which attracted the waiter in the cafe, "Sir, we are a non-smoking area, no smoking allowed."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." The gangster with the cigarette in his hand threw the cigarette butt directly on the ground, stamped it out with his foot, and then continued to talk loudly with his companions opposite, trying to attract Tong Qianxue and
Song Wan's attention.
The waiter in the cafe looked at the cigarette butts on the ground, frowned, turned around and took a broom and dustpan to sweep the cigarette butts off the ground. Just as the waiter turned around with the broom and dustpan, two customers walked in from the door.
Two old people, to be precise, two elderly beggars.
The waiter immediately put away the broom and dustpan, smiled at the two old people, and asked: "Uncle and aunt, what would you like to eat?"
The old man raised his head. Due to his poor eyesight, he had to squint his eyes to carefully read the words on the light sign behind the counter. The waiter did not urge him and waited quietly.
After a while, the old man hesitated and ordered the cheapest ice cream, and tremblingly handed it to several banknotes behind the counter. The largest denomination was five yuan, and the smallest was one yuan, which added up to almost 100 yuan.
It looked like six or seven pictures.
"Uncle, aunt, please go to the seats over there and wait for a moment. The ice cream is ready and I will bring it to you." The waiter said to the two old people with a sweet smile.
The two old men had just sat down, sitting across from the smoking gangster. Their hair was half yellow and half black. Because they often stayed up late, smoked, drank, and had irregular and unhealthy diets, their bodies had endocrine disorders. Their faces were covered with red pimples, and they used their hands from time to time.
Picking and squeezing caused some pimples to burst and ooze pus. The pits on the face looked like the surface of the moon. The whole face made people lose their appetite. The gangsters who went out and hindered the appearance of the city used the words of everyone in the cafe.
The audible voice said: "Why did you let these two smelly old beggars come in? Doesn't this affect others?"
"I'm sorry, young man." The old man said to the gangster with a horrible face who could play a zombie without makeup, "We'll leave when the ice cream comes. We won't be delayed for too long."
After the old man said this, the gangster couldn't continue to make trouble, but the pair of rat eyes kept turning, thinking of some crooked ideas.
After a while, the waiter brought the ice cream that the two old people asked for. The old man took the ice cream, got up and walked out of the store with his wife. The waiter was puzzled and said: "Uncle and aunt, please sit down.
Just eat here, it's too hot outside, I'll get you two more glasses of ice water."
"No, little girl, we can just go out to eat. We can't stay here and affect your business." The old man smiled, helped his wife up, and walked out of the coffee shop.
When the two old men passed by the table where the two gangsters were sitting, the smoking gangster suddenly stood up, and the chair suddenly backed up and hit the old man holding the ice cream in his hand.
The ice cream fell to the ground and broke.
"oops!"
The old man looked at the ice cream that fell on the ground, and his eyes flashed with distress. For a white-collar worker with a legitimate job, an ice cream worth ten or twenty yuan may not be considered much, but for these two people who earn a living by picking up garbage.
For an old man who begs for a living, eating an ice cream on such a hot day is undoubtedly a kind of "luxury consumption".
"These two bastards have gone too far! They must have done this on purpose!"
As soon as Song Wan slapped the table and stood up, she wanted to settle the score with those two gangsters. She and Tong Qianxue could become best friends. Naturally, the two of them had similar temperaments and personalities. Seeing those two gangsters bullying those two people, Song Wan fell in love with them.
How can Song Wan endure such a beggar at such an age?
"Uncle and aunt, please sit down for a while and I'll make you two more ice creams." The waiter looked at the two elderly people who were a little at a loss and said.
"Oh, if your boss knew that his waiter was so independent, I don't know what he would think." The gangster who was smoking and throwing cigarette butts looked at the waiter and said, "If everyone is as independent as you, what will happen?"
It’s time for the cafe to close down.”
"I'll just pay the bill myself!" the waiter said, looking at the two gangsters.
Just when the waiter was about to turn around and leave, and Song Wan was about to go forward to settle the account with the two gangsters, a voice so cold that it could make people shiver on this hot day sounded from behind the two gangsters,
"Apologise, wipe up the ice cream on the floor!"
"You fucking..."
Hearing someone meddling in other people's business, the smoking gangster immediately got angry. Just as he was about to see which blind guy was going to show off, he turned around and faced Murong Fei with a cold face.
Although Murong Fei was wearing a pair of sunglasses, his formidable gaze penetrated the dark lenses, making the smoking gangster's heart tremble, and he swallowed the last half of the sentence that was on his lips.
"Apologise!" Murong Fei said coldly.
Those who work in society have some discernment, and the smoking gangster can naturally tell that the man in front of him is not easy to mess with. Although he was reluctant, he still apologized to the two old men stiffly.
"Didn't you eat?" Murong Fei glared at the smoking gangster and said, "Didn't you say something very angry just now? Let's do it again!"
"I'm sorry!!" the smoking gangster raised his voice, looked away, and shook his feet.
"If you have a bad attitude, try again!"
"you……!?"
The smoking gangster glared at Murong Fei and was about to utter a national curse, but when he saw the sharp sword-like eyes behind Murong Fei's sunglasses, he instantly withered.
A good man never suffers immediate losses!
The smoking gangster comforted himself in his heart, bowed to the two old men, and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong!"
After Murong Fei asked the two old men to sit down, he pulled out a chair and sat down. He said to the two gangsters who were about to run away, "Where are you going? Wipe the floor clean before leaving!"
These two gangsters knew that they had encountered a tough opponent today. Even if they were to fight head-on, they might not be able to defeat each other.