The old beggar's words were straightforward and without any hidden emotions. Perhaps, in his eyes, the collapse of Tiansheng Group has become a foregone conclusion.
Wang Yang sighed and said to the waiter: "Forget it, I will give it to him as much as he has eaten."
"Sir, you..." The waiter was a little surprised, but since someone gave him money, he didn't say anything more: "It's not much, I only eat something worth dozens of yuan each time, which adds up to less than a few dollars."
One hundred dollars.”
"Yes, no more, no more, hehehe, little gentleman, since you have a heart of Buddha, my old beggar was kicked out by them before he could finish his meal this time. Why don't you just be a good person and do it to the end? Why don't you just invite me?"
How about a big meal? Their dishes are quite good, but people nowadays don’t believe their own mouths, but would rather believe other people’s rumors. It’s sad and deplorable!” said the old beggar, shaking his head.
Wang Yang glanced at the old beggar and smiled: "Okay, old man, you can eat and drink as much as you want today. I'll treat you."
"Hahaha, okay, that's great. I'll thank the old beggar first." The old beggar nodded happily to Wang Yang, then clasped his fists, walked towards the restaurant again, and said to Wang Yang just now
The waiter who pushed him out glared in defiance.
The waiter rolled his eyes and didn't bother with him. He asked Wang Yang, "Do you guys want to have a meal?"
Wang Yang touched his belly, nodded and said, "Okay, let me try your craftsmanship."
"Haha, don't worry about this. Our cooking skills have been passed down from three generations. It is absolutely authentic and delicious. It's a pity... Oh, let's not talk about this anymore. Sir, please come in." The waiter invited Wang Yang and others in.
Wang Yang and others found a place to sit down, and saw the old beggar not far away, ordering his meal in a decent manner.
After ordering, I heard the old beggar shouting to Wang Yang: "Little Bodhisattva, come on, come on, why don't we sit together? I've ordered everything that should be ordered. I'm sure you will be satisfied with everything. I can accompany you by the way."
Beggar, let me have two drinks."
Wang Yang was stunned and hesitated for a moment, then the old beggar said displeasedly: "Oh... you dislike me, old beggar. It's a shame that I called you little Bodhisattva. It turns out that you are also a common man with mortal eyes. Humph?"
! If you don’t come, you won’t come. Anyway, old beggar, I eat well and drink well, so you just have to buy it.”
Wang Yang stood up with a smile and walked towards the old beggar: "Don't get me wrong, old man. It's just that I'm in a low mood and have a lot of worries at the moment, so I'm a little dull. Don't be surprised, old man. Since he is a frequent visitor here, I guess you can have some.
The food, it must be much better than what we order, so we should be respectful rather than obey..."
"Okay, okay, don't do this. You paid the money. I'm an old beggar. I'm just short-tongued. It doesn't matter if I give you some experience. It's just that life is full of bitterness and sweetness. Why should you be in trouble with yourself? You should be in time
It’s only right to have fun, especially when you’re eating delicious food, it’s even more important to worry about shit, eat, get drunk and sleep, with your eyes open and closed, every day, it’s nothing more than this for the rest of your life.”
The old beggar said in a free and easy manner, and his words had the feeling of an outsider. However, his behavior was weird, eclectic, and crazy at times. No matter how you looked at it, he still didn't look like an expert.
"What the old man said is that it's just that I have too many distracting thoughts and can't meditate. There are so many things going on. It's hard to say, easy to say, but I'm suffering from it right now." Wang Yang said with a bitter smile.
"You people, you just can't let it go. Life spans seventy years. Ten years are young, ten years are old and weak. There are still fifty years. Fifty years are divided into day and night. There are only twenty-five years left. In addition,
Winds and rains, three disasters and six diseases, how many good days can a person have left in this life? But you still have to live with yourself, why not imitate me, an old beggar, who even though he is ragged and has no food to eat, he makes a fool of himself
No desires, no worries, just enjoy it." The old beggar laughed.
Wang Yang also smiled slightly: "The old man has a high level, and I dare not compare with you. However, life in this world lasts for hundreds of years. Whether it is suffering or happiness, there is no difference. If you live just to live, suffering is just a body, happiness is
It’s also a body; I think that not letting go is not necessarily a bad thing. There must be a time in your life when you risk your life, whether it’s for beauty, for ideals, for youth, for relatives, or for other things. Even if you die nine times, you will have no regrets!”
As soon as Wang Yang finished speaking, the old beggar was stunned for a moment, his smile gradually narrowed, as if he was caught in some kind of memory, and murmured to himself: "There must be one time in this life that a person has to risk his own life? Even if he died nine times, he would have no regrets.
…Why do these words sound so familiar?”
"Come here, a plate of secret roast goose, a dish of garlic choy sum, a stack of clear water river shrimps, a steamed sea bass..."
"Hot and sour shredded potatoes, braised eggplant, chopped pepper and taro..."
One after another delicious dishes with full color, fragrance and flavor were brought to the table. Wang Yang smelled them and whetted his appetite: "It really smells good."
The old beggar smiled proudly and said: "Of course, this store is sixty years old. I love eating here. Waiter, serve the wine!"
The old beggar shouted domineeringly.
While the food and drinks were being served, the old beggar and Wang Yang stopped discussing the philosophy of life and started eating and drinking each other. Zeng Rou and Xiao Ye, on the other hand, looked at the two of them blankly, expressing something strange.
"Sister Xiaorou, tell me, Wang Yang has been hit. He feels a little abnormal." Xiao Ye approached Zeng Rou and whispered.
Zeng Rou looked at Wang Yang with a worried look on her face: "Should we find a way to make the chairman relax? He has been under too much pressure recently."
"Well, I also think that he may not become as crazy as this old beggar. Then how can I explain to Sister Xue." Xiao Ye nodded and said.
At this time, Wang Yang and the old beggar felt like they were old friends at first sight. They each drank a few large glasses of beer, and then greeted Zeng Rou and Xiao Ye: "Drink up, too. What are you watching us do? Come on, don't get drunk."
Return."
"Hahaha, yes, I won't go home until I'm drunk."
After three rounds of drinking, Wang Yang became a little drowsy while talking to the old beggar, but he still maintained consciousness.
The old beggar suddenly straightened up, stood up, gestured with a chopstick in one hand, and sang Li Bai's "Jinjinjiu": "If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, and rushes to the sea never to return..."
Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening;
To be successful in life, you need to have all the fun, don’t let the golden cup stand empty against the moon;
It is my destiny that my talents will be useful. Even if all my money is spent... come back! Come back! Come back!"
When the old beggar read this, Wang Yang also stood up suddenly, and then sang: "It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and you will have to drink three hundred and eighty..." After drinking a glass of wine, he stepped forward and pulled Zeng Rourou and Xiao Ye up.
Continue to read: "Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, when you are about to drink wine, don't stop drinking."
"Crazy... this is crazy..." Xiao Ye and Zeng Rou didn't drink much. They looked at Wang Yang and the old beggar with expressions of tears on their faces.