After Yang Jianguang returned to the courtyard, Huang Mao and Dazhi had already cooked the dishes and were waiting there.
Looking at the untouched dishes and chopsticks in front of the two of them, Yang Jianguang felt warm in his heart and placed the pig head meat on the stone table.
"What are you waiting for me to do? Just eat first."
"Uncle has eaten and is lying on the bed now." Huang Mao waved his hand and replied casually. "We are not hungry."
After Yang Jianguang washed his hands, he laughed and shook the water off his hands, then came to the table and picked up the bowls and chopsticks.
These two guys don't know where they learned this habit. They usually refuse to eat until they arrive.
When Yang Jianguang arrived, the two people, who had been tired for a day, stopped pretending to be polite and immediately started gobbling up the food.
Halfway through the meal, Yang Jianguang found a wad of money from his pocket and placed it in front of the two of them. "I'm going back to Pengcheng tomorrow."
"Uncle, you still have business here, so you should work harder."
"Brother Jianguang, what are you doing?" Dazhi said in confusion as he pushed the money back. "Brother Huangmao said, you are making a lot of money with us now, so you don't need to give me more money.
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"You're the only one who talks too much!" As soon as he said this, Huang Mao stared at Dazhi in embarrassment.
Seeing this, Yang Jianguang smiled even more, shook his head, grabbed Huang Mao's hand, and slapped the money on his hand.
"Don't worry, I'm not giving you money."
Since "the uncle refuses to charge us accommodation fees, and since you are the two chefs, then you can use this money to buy more good dishes and so on."
When Huang Mao heard that he wasn't going to give the money to himself, he hummed proudly and put the money back in his pocket.
Just as he was about to speak, there was a sudden loud bang, and the courtyard door of the courtyard was kicked open.
Yang Jianguang's expression changed, and he looked towards the door with a dark face and confusion.
The leader, a bald social man carrying a machete, was leading a dozen tattooed boys and walked in from the door with murderous intent.
This sudden scene made Yang Jianguang and others who were eating unable to react.
Immediately after the door, a somewhat familiar voice sounded from far to near. "Yang Jianguang, I didn't expect that I have been looking for a few days to steal my Shanghai Walkman business, and it actually has something to do with you!"
After seeing the appearance of the person clearly, Yang Jianguang's pupils shrank, and his right hand began to move back to grab a plate with food.
Luo Ping, he came to your door and you are in trouble today!
After Luo Ping appeared, the bald social eldest brother also laughed disdainfully. "Hahaha, Boss Luo, what's the point of talking to these outsiders? If they dare to come to Shanghai to steal the business of our locals, I'll beat them to death first!"
"Don't worry yet," Luo Ping smiled confidently, "Yang Jianguang, I think it's better for you to advise your brothers to let go of what they are holding. Otherwise, I can't guarantee your fate."
Hearing this, Yang Jianguang hesitated for a while and then let go of the plate in his hand.
The people coming from Luo Ping are not good. It would be best if you don't do anything about this matter today. Otherwise, they will be outnumbered and they will be in danger!
Thinking about it, Yang Jianguang took a deep breath and looked at Luo Ping calmly. "How do you want to talk?"
"Everyone should do business based on their abilities. If you can't steal the voice business, it's not a good idea to do it with your own hands."
But before Luo Ping could speak, the big brother in society became impatient.
Thinking that he had suppressed Yang Jianguang, he stepped forward arrogantly and cursed disdainfully at Yang Jianguang, "With your skills, do you, a foreigner, deserve it?"
"This is our Shanghai people's territory. You, a country boy, are trying to steal business from us. You should honestly hand over the money you earn to labor and management, and get out of Shanghai..."
Listening to the words of the social eldest brother, Dazhi on the side was stunned, and his eyes gradually drifted to the bald head of the leading social eldest brother.
Before the social eldest brother could finish speaking, Dazhi's doubtful voice rang out. "Brother Huangmao, do you think this bald head should use facial cleanser or shampoo when washing his hair?"
Although the voice was not loud, it seemed to have magic power and was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.
Yang Jianguang:???
Huang Mao:???
Bald social elder brother:......
Even the group of social youngsters around him suppressed their laughter and glanced at the bald brother's head intentionally or unintentionally.
How could the bald social eldest brother be so angry? He immediately became angry, picked up a machete and shouted, "I'm sorry, you are looking for death!"
"Why are you still standing there, why should I kill them?"
Seeing the gangsters rushing towards them, Yang Jianguang's expression changed instantly.
Without saying a word, he grabbed a wad of money from his pocket, pointed it at the gangsters, and threw it at them hard.
Then Yang Jianguang grabbed Huang Mao and Dazhi who were about to take action, "Dazhi, run quickly!"
Seeing a handful of money thrown at him, the social elder raised his mouth indifferently.
"You are such a fool. You want to hit people with money. This money is so soft that you can use it for balls!"
Soon the social eldest brother realized that he was wrong. His group of younger brothers stopped without hesitation and scrambled to grab the money.
This made the elder brother so angry that he felt that he had lost face and unceremoniously threw it at the younger brothers who were sticking out their buttocks to pick up the money.
"Trash, they are all a bunch of trash, why don't you chase them after me!"
It's a pity that the younger brothers who were rushing to grab tickets didn't recognize the elder brother at this moment. A few gangsters almost started fighting over the banknotes on the ground.
After all the money was picked up from the ground, a group of gangsters reluctantly rushed into the courtyard.
"Search for me and block the door of the courtyard. I'll see where this kid goes!" the bald brother yelled angrily.
On the other side, Yang Jianguang also pulled Huang Mao and Dazhi and rushed to the back of the courtyard.
Fortunately, because the courtyard was dilapidated and many walls collapsed, a few people climbed out directly from a relatively low place.
Not walking far, Huang Mao shook off Yang Jianguang's hand unconvinced. "Yang Jianguang, people are knocking on the door. Why are you dragging us away? Let's just fight them. I, Huang Mao, are afraid of them."
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"Huang Mao, you're fighting for your life." Yang Jianguang glared at him angrily and scolded, "How many people can you fight against on the other side, and you're still fighting with all your might?"
Seeing that Yang Jianguang was a little angry, Huang Mao lowered his head and remained silent.
Yang Jianguang ignored Huang Mao. He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the corner. "Fortunately, all of us ran out. We will find a way to get back to the place tomorrow."
But as soon as Yang Jianguang finished speaking, Dazhi on the side suddenly raised his head with a guilty conscience. "Brother Jianguang, we seem to have left someone behind..."
"Is there anyone left behind?" Yang Jianguang looked at Huang Mao and Dazhi from side to side, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly froze.
Immediately afterwards, he rushed towards the courtyard in a hurry.
They did run out, but the uncle is still sleeping here!