After more than a week of working to pay off debts, Huang Xiaobei welcomed his second colleague.
A bald Wu Ke who was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face.
"What the hell are you looking at! Have you ever seen someone who didn't pay for a meal and then got beaten up?" After saying that, Tang Seng, whose face was covered with slap marks and with two bloody notes stuck on his nose, said
He turned his head and squatted alone in the corner of the dishwashing room, cursing in a low voice.
To say that Huang Xiaobei still admires this stupid bald donkey.
More than 30 people beat him with benches for more than 20 minutes, but he was still able to stand up.
According to Huang Xiaobei's opinion, this man must have a criminal record. When he was being beaten, he squatted down with his head in his hands. When the beating was over, he stood up again calmly, with a trace of nosebleeds on his face, showing his toughness.
He said: "Let's finish the fight. I will leave after the fight."
Want to leave? You bastard, you really don’t take the Qinghong Gang seriously. It’s been three years since the Tianlong Hotel has been open, and this is the first time you’ve had a Bawang meal.
Without saying a word, Ma Liuye took off the brocade cassock that Tang Seng was wearing - to pay off the debt! Not only that, Tang Seng also had to wash dishes in the hotel for a month.
This is what Huang Xiaobei admires most about Tang Seng. When he heard that he had to work to pay off his debts, my dear, this old man actually dared to point his finger at Master Ma Liu and scold him.
Said, "Do you even know who I am? Do you even know what I do? Damn it, I can come to your place to eat just to show you shame. I remember when I went to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures...
..."
Just because of these few words, Tang Seng was beaten by a group of people for half an hour...
Originally, he still had something to say, but it didn't work anymore. You were picked up and slapped sixty-four times, and you couldn't say anything anymore.
"Try hitting it again!"
"Hey, you still dare to fight. If you have the guts, try again!"
"Damn it, you just treated me as food money, poor monk, ah, I don't care about you, now..."
"Grandma, it will never end! You have spanked me for more than forty times. Grandson, let me tell you, I will remember you. Wait for me to return to heaven. See if I don't..."
Shaking his right hand which was already red from being slapped, Mr. Liu ordered to the others: "Smoke, keep slapping him! Slap him one hundred and eight times. Let's see if he dares to shout again in the future!"
Huang Xiaobei looked on from the side and was so happy, he should! Let your grandson eat the King's meal. Oh, after such a long time, I have seen someone more unlucky than me.
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Tang Seng, whose face was as swollen as a pig's head, was wearing a cheap and greasy white waiter's uniform. Ever since he entered the small and damp dishwashing room, he had been squatting in a corner and cursing.
Huang Xiaobei took a closer look and found that the monk was actually cursing people, either those who beat him up today, or some old bald donkey named Tathagata.
Let me go, isn't that Buddha? Speaking of which, this bald man is quite ruthless. He is obviously a fake monk, but as a result, he starts to blame Buddha whenever something happens, especially the old bald donkey who scolds him in a smooth manner.
Huang Xiaobei really wanted to complain, "The top of your head is still bare, why are you so enthusiastic about scolding a bald donkey?"
"Brother, stop scolding and get to work quickly. Look at all these dishes. If you two can't finish them tonight, you will be scolded tomorrow. Come on, here are a pair of new gloves. I just got them for you.
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Huang Xiaobei kindly handed Tang Seng a pair of rubber gloves. In fact, he was very happy about Tang Seng's arrival. At least there was someone to help. Otherwise, with so many dishes, he would not have to sleep for the rest of the night.
But unexpectedly, Tang Seng, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, actually threw the rubber gloves handed over by Huang Xiaobei directly on his face.
"You kid has nothing to do, go to work! I tell you, there must be a rule everywhere. From today on, I will be the boss here. You kid will clean all these dishes by yourself! If you can't finish them, I will beat you to death.
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Huang Xiaobei was stunned, and then became angry.
Damn it, what the hell are you doing! I talked to you with good intentions, but you still climbed on top of me? And you asked me to work for you? You haven’t had enough of your big mouth today.
no!
Thinking about what he had experienced these days, and then looking at the bald man in front of him who had been stabbed a thousand times, Huang Xiaobei felt that his own Tianling Gai was bursting with anger.
Damn it, I can’t defeat the underworld, so why can’t I defeat you, a bald guy?!
"Bald guy!"
Tang Seng, who had his back turned to Huang Xiaobei and continued to scold his mother, suddenly heard a roar coming from behind him. Tang Seng turned his head and saw Huang Xiaobei behind him, rushing towards him with his teeth and claws bared like a madman.
"I'll beat you to death!"
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The moon and stars are sparse and the cool breeze blows.
With a bruised nose and a swollen face, Huang Xiaobei took a bag of garbage and limped from the back door of the hotel to the dimly lit alley behind the building to take out the garbage.
Standing in front of the trash can, looking up at the full moon in the night sky, Huang Xiaobei touched the scars on his face and sighed, "I've never beaten this damn bald man. Alas, nothing else, just
I wish him a long life."
"Looking at the happy look on this guy's face, he probably would have died if he lived to be more than a hundred years old. Oh, "How is that possible?" He will die suddenly tomorrow! Haha, it's impossible, absolutely impossible, and he's still alive."
After giving Tang Seng a mouthful of milk, Commissioner Huang said he felt much better.
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After throwing away the trash, Huang Xiaobei put his hands in his pockets and walked back to the back door of the hotel in depression.
As he walked, Huang Xiaobei thought of his recent experiences. When he thought of the bad things these days, Huang Xiaobei couldn't help but want to cry.
Damn it, is there anyone more unlucky than him in this world?
When I got off the plane, my wallet and luggage were robbed. I came to the Tianchao branch to report, but I was arrested to work to pay off my debts. This was not the end of the story. I finally met a colleague, but when I met, he was beaten up by the colleague, and what happened next
He still had to do the work alone.
Touching the bruise on his mouth, Huang Xiaobei gasped in pain, "This bastard looks quite thin, so...
"Be dishonest, be dishonest! If you are dishonest, I will beat you up!" Tang Seng rode on Huang Xiaobei and punched someone on his crotch.
Huang Xiaobei hugged his face and cursed loudly, "I'm not honest. If you have the ability, you can beat me to death!"
"Hey, this poor monk likes tough-talking people like this! I see you are dishonest, I see you are dishonest!" Tang Seng swung his tortoise fist and hit Commissioner Huang hard on the face.
"Do you really think that this poor monk has no power to restrain a chicken? I think that this poor monk killed three monsters by himself on the way to seek Buddhist scriptures. Who do you think you are!"
"Are you convinced? Are you convinced?"
"Who's the boss! Who's the boss!"
At the thought of this, Commissioner Huang couldn't help but burst into tears. His aggrieved nose burst into tears, which was extremely bitter.
Why the hell am I so unlucky!
Walking in the dimly lit alley, the extremely miserable Huang Xiaobei looked angrily at the full moon in the night sky and shouted.
"Nima, don't you dare to make me more unlucky!"
"Plop!"
"Oh, I'll go..."
"How come there are still people stealing manhole covers now!"
Huang Xiaobei was walking without looking at the road, but he didn't realize that the sewer manhole cover had been stolen. He fell down with a pop...
Huang Xiaobei was lying on his back in the sewer, looking at the full moon in the night sky, with two lines of clear tears silently left in the corners of his eyes.
It's useless to breastfeed others recently, but it's better to breastfeed yourself... Oh, the fleeting year is unfavorable, the fleeting year is unfavorable, forget it, just take a look at the moon, I've seen enough...
Oh, that's not right. Who's going to save me? I can't climb up by myself.
In the quiet alley, a weak voice sounded from the sewer.
"I said, is there anyone? Please help me." (To be continued)