The old man selling wontons thought that there was a new gang in the city, and they had sent such a young man to cause trouble in his stall. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but beg again: "Brother, I am just a gangster."
Selling wontons, I can't make a few cents at the end of the day. I've already given the protection fee for this month to the Black Tiger Gang. If, if you have any objections here, why don't you talk to the Black Tiger Gang?
People discuss and discuss.
Finally, there is a result that tells the little old man that from next month, the money he should be given will definitely be a lot. Please take pity on me. I have a wife who has been ill for many years. I hope I can
Bring an extra two dollars and go back to buy medicine to extend your life."
Hearing such miserable words from the old man selling wontons, the young man's face turned red. He didn't even know that it was just because the wontons were so unpalatable that he couldn't help but lose his temper and complain.
I hope this old man who sells chaos can make it for himself
Just a bowl of real wontons. Why did he turn into a bully who bullied the market when he came to the old man's place? He even talked about the Black Tiger Gang and protection money. But he never thought that one day he would be able to fight with those
Gangsters are linked together.
So looking at the old man who was about to cry, the young man didn't know how to react. He opened his mouth for a long time, but couldn't say a word. For a long time, he could only whisper there.
He muttered, "I just want to eat some wontons. I'm not really interested in anything."
He doesn't know now whether he should act angry and let this black-hearted businessman who cuts corners to make himself a real bowl of chaos, or whether he should be nice and comfort the crying and seemingly pitiful man in front of him.
old man.
Seeing the old man selling Chaos with some gray hair on his head, the young man's first reaction was to think of the old housekeeper with gray hair at home.
When he thought of the old housekeeper, the young man felt that he had been too angry just now and had spoken too much, causing others to misunderstand him.
Then should he apologize now and let the other party know that he is not a vicious bully, nor did he deliberately come to cause trouble. He just wanted to eat a bowl of real wontons.
After all, he had been walking around all morning and was a little hungry. But because he felt that Xiao Tao was too annoying, he deliberately went around in circles to get Xiao Tao away.
However, he forgot that Xiao Tao had always kept his money bag, so now he was penniless. So he had to sit here at a wonton stall that looked very cheap, thinking about whatever he wanted.
Eat a bowl of wontons to satisfy your stomach first, wait for Xiao Tao to come over, and then pay for the meal.
After all, this wonton stall is in a good location, just on the roadside where several streets meet. I thought that sitting here would be more conspicuous, and it would be easier for Xiao Tao to find me.
But he really didn't expect that after eating one mouthful of wontons, he would almost vomit out yesterday's meal. The wontons were really unpalatable. He was also tired and hungry, and he ate such an unpalatable thing.
, so I was very angry.
Being so angry, he banged the table and stared at him, hoping to get angry. He just hoped that the old man selling wontons could make a decent bowl of wontons so that he could barely satisfy his stomach.
But he didn't expect that such a simple request would turn into something difficult for the old man.
At this moment, the young man still felt aggrieved. How come he was just making a simple request, but now this scene has become so weird. The old man holding a bowl of wontons almost shed tears.
He was still bending down and begging, hoping that he could raise his hand and let him go, but he had done something wrong. He was just hungry and wanted to eat wontons.
There was so much excitement nearby, so of course Gong Yu had been watching silently. Seeing the two of them feeling aggrieved, Gong Yu couldn't help but feel funny in his heart. He didn't know what the young master's nerves were.
, I was used to eating fine food at home, so I went to a simple wonton stall on the street and actually asked the old man selling wontons to make a bowl of wontons carefully cooked at home.
But Gong Yu didn't speak in a hurry. After all, judging from the young man's behavior just now, this young master is probably spoiled. Just because the wontons are unpalatable, you can see that he lost such a temper.
Come out, this person probably doesn't have a very good temper and is considered a difficult person to get along with.
At this time, Gong Yu couldn't interrupt casually, so he might as well see how the two of them would resolve this matter.
The old man who cooked the wontons was still accompanying Xiao Xing, and kept talking about all the difficulties in his family. But the young man who was obviously arrogant and had the upper hand just now was so suppressed that he almost didn't know what to do.
Speak.
As long as he opened his mouth, the old man at the wonton stall over there would definitely burst into tears and immediately tell his grievances. After a few words, this young man was already beaten to the point of defeat.
He hurriedly slammed the table and said in a stern voice as loud as he could: "Okay, okay, I, I won't eat your wontons."
As soon as these words were spoken, the three people present breathed a sigh of relief. The old man selling wontons also realized through his observation just now that his initial estimate was wrong.
Although the young man in front of me has a bad temper, he is obviously not one of those gangsters who come to collect protection fees and come here specifically to cause trouble.
Don't ask why, when this old man was about to cry, he suddenly realized this. After all, no matter which gangster he is, he doesn't have the patience to listen to himself crying and telling his grievances. And he was even criticized by his few words.
I'm sorry, I don't know how to reply.
You know, while the old man was crying, he kept peeking out of the corner of his eyes at the young man's reaction. He could clearly see that since he said a few words in tears,
, the young man was obviously ashamed. Later, the young man wanted to speak several times, but was blocked by his own words and didn't know what to say.
With such a reaction, if the old man selling wontons still doesn't know that this guy is not a member of the gang he thinks, then this old man has been selling Chaos on the roadside for two or three years.
No more, no look at others at all. (To be continued)