Mo Wen was so anxious about Yangzhou fried rice that he didn’t see the big formation of dwarfs until he hurried downstairs.
Seeing the dwarf staring straight at him, Mo Wen stopped and said, "Hey, whose kid is this, fatter than my little fat guy?"
"Your uncle!" The dwarf slapped his tea cup on the table, "You can call me short, but you can't call me fat!"
"I just said you were fat. What's wrong?" Mo Wen also had a bad temper. He opened his mouth and choked back, "You uncle!"
"You, you..." The dwarf pointed at Mo Wen, and the servant behind him stood up in an instant, staring at Mo Wen eagerly.
Mo Wen was not a vegetarian, "What's going on, bullying others by taking advantage of the crowd? Just wait." After that, he pinched his fingers and whistled in his mouth.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard upstairs and in the backyard, and his martial artist led his slaves out with weapons.
In an instant, the entire lobby became tense.
Yu Sheng, who went to the kitchen to prepare ingredients, was late, "What's going on, what's going on?"
Mo Wen and the dwarf stared at each other, turning a blind eye for the rest of their lives.
The dwarf looked at Mo Wen provocatively and said, "Shopkeeper, I've got you covered. I'm really not short of money."
Mo Wen sneered, "Boy, what's the point of stealing the family's money?"
"Showing off? Hey, King Nanhuang doesn't have as much money as I do." The dwarf raised his head and looked arrogantly, but he was too short, so he stared at Mo Wen.
"Really?" Mo Wen shook his left hand, and a bank certificate appeared in his hand, "Shopkeeper Yu, one hundred guan, I'll cover the meal."
He raised his eyebrows at the dwarf provocatively, and the dwarf immediately responded, "I'll offer two hundred guan!"
After saying that, he waved to the servant behind him.
The servants immediately started moving, and in confusion for the rest of their lives, they cleared a table and then placed it on the table in a consistent manner.
In a few words, two hundred strings slowly filled the table.
The visual impact was so great that it was like a mosquito bite on Fu Nan and Zhou Dafu's heart, making it extremely itchy.
"Three hundred coins!" Mo Wen shook out two more bank certificates without blinking his eyes.
"Four hundred coins." The little man said without any ambiguity, and his men quickly placed the money on the table.
Yu Sheng was also shocked at this time. He had handled a lot of money, but he had never seen someone put it on the table so consistently.
However, the outcome seemed to be decided soon. The servant walked up to the little dwarf and whispered: "Master, I have no money."
Mo Wen was also a martial arts practitioner after all. Naturally, he heard it and immediately burst out laughing, "I must be very rich. I only have so much love."
After saying this, Mo Wen shook his hand and took out another bank certificate, "Shopkeeper Yu, four hundred and fifty coins."
He shook off the bank certificate and said to the little man arrogantly: "Boy, have you never seen this thing? This is the bank certificate."
Faced with Mo Wen's provocation, the little dwarf's servant was filled with indignation and stepped forward with his weapon in hand. Seeing that a conflict was about to break out, the little dwarf stopped him with his hand.
He walked to the table without saying a word, snorted to Mo Wen, then reached into his pocket and took out a lot of money.
Mo Wen was still smiling, he only had money. With the stature of a short man, Mo Wen didn't believe that he could hold hundreds of coins in his pocket.
However, two strings, five strings, ten strings, fifty strings, one hundred strings... the little man took it out methodically.
Mo Wen's smile soon became stiff, and for the rest of his life, he looked like he had seen a ghost.
I did indeed see a ghost. Feng'er appeared out of nowhere and floated in front of Yu Sheng, looking at the little dwarf who took out the money in surprise.
Guai Zai, who was helping in the kitchen, also came out at this time, and Tong Hu's mother stared at this scene in shock from a distance.
The black girl who taught Ye Zigao a lesson also came in from the backyard, watching this scene quietly, her eyes rolling, not knowing what she was thinking.
Finally, the little man stopped and took a step back. "Five hundred strings", he raised his eyebrows at Mo Wen.
The lobby was quiet for a while. Looking at the piles of tables, no one knew what to say.
Mo Wen swallowed and looked at the little dwarf's usual pocket, wondering what kind of treasure that was that could hold so much money.
However, powerful magic weapons require profound spiritual practice. Mo Wen was unaware of the little dwarf's proficiency, and felt that he had reached the end of his life and that he could still save him.
So he shook his hand and took out three more bank certificates. Looking at the little man's solemn expression, he said without any provocation: "Eight hundred coins!"
The little dwarf's expression did not change. He took a step forward and walked to the table. The servant behind him consciously moved the tables together and asked the little dwarf to throw money on it.
"Dang, Dang"
The whole hall could only hear the crisp sound of coins being smashed on the pile of coins on the table, like hitting everyone's heart.
Mo Wen's face became darker and darker, and the black girl's eyes became brighter and brighter, and she was even gearing up.
As for Feng'er, she squatted in front of the table, enjoying the pleasure of throwing money. At the same time, she daydreamed that all the money on the table belonged to her.
Such a loud movement in the lobby attracted Mrs. Mo and the little fat man who had gone up to rest.
They stood at the corner of the wooden ladder, looking down at this scene.
Mrs. Mo said in surprise: "This little dwarf is not simple. In this fight for wealth, your father will most likely lose."
The little fat man nodded, then suddenly turned his head and asked her, "Don't lose confidence in the old man, at least this little dwarf is not as handsome as him."
His old man has the most money among the handsome ones, and he is the most handsome among the rich ones. He still has some merits.
"Pa", Mrs. Mo slapped the little fat man directly, "I told you, I'm not that superficial!" After that, she kicked him again.
The little fat man ran away with a sad face. He had never been beaten before.
At this time, the little dwarf stopped his hand, took a step back, pointed at the table and said to Mo Wen, "One thousand guan."
Mo Wen looked at the person in front of him on the table, then at the little dwarf, the muscles on his face twitching involuntarily.
Looking at Mo Wen's expression, just when Yu Sheng thought that he would be angered and throw away the money, or just get angry and use the knife, the sullen Mo Wen suddenly smiled and said, "We are rich people in the world, why should we know each other before?"
As he spoke, he raised his hands and walked towards the little dwarf.
The little dwarfs came forward to greet each other, bowing to each other and smiling away their grudges.
"I'm from Southern Wilderness, where did your brother get rich?" Mo Wen asked amiably.
"Hey, fellow countryman, I am also from Southern Wilderness." The short man spoke with a Southern Wilderness accent, "My family has saved a small amount of money through the fur business."
There was a bit of noise when he said this, but Mo Wen didn't care.
"Brother, this is so humble. How can I be so meager?" Mo Wen pointed to a pile of copper coins on the table, "If there is a chance to make a fortune in the future, please remember brother."
"Definitely, definitely, if the elder brother has a chance to make a fortune, he will also remember the younger brother." The little dwarf said still unskilledly.
"Of course." Mo Wen smiled "haha" and turned to Yu Sheng and said, "Shopkeeper Yu, where's the rice? I'll treat my brother to enjoy it today."
"Then this money..." Yu Sheng pointed to the Qianguan on the table.
"Brother, put it away, I'm treating you to this meal." Mo Wen leaned over and patted the short man on the shoulder, without saying a word about the Yangzhou fried rice served for a thousand guan.
Only a fool would spend a thousand dollars to buy a Yangzhou fried rice, but rich people are usually not stupid.
Yu Sheng didn't pursue it. Although he loved money, Yu Sheng felt uneasy buying him a portion of Yangzhou fried rice with a thousand guan.
However, these two people bought a portion of Yangzhou fried rice and fought for a long time to make a fortune. In the end, they pretended that nothing happened, and they were also suspected of cheating.
In this case, Yu Sheng felt it was time for them to try the Yangzhou fried rice with added spices.