"Hey, I'm too lazy to talk to you. Have you finished eating?" Xiao Yong asked.
At this time, Yi Yongquan said with a mournful face: "I'm still drinking, I seem a little drunk!"
"Are you drinking?"
"Well, where's the beer! Hiccup~" Yi Yongquan said in a daze.
"What the hell? I called you to talk about business, but you were drunk and talking to me. It's so boring!" Xiao Yong hung up the phone after saying that.
"Brother Yong has hung up the phone!" Yi Yongquan shed a tear and looked at Song Yixue: "Xiaoxue, my brain is stupid. I feel like my head is going to explode. What else am I thinking about in the future? Now I can play games every day.
Isn’t that enough?”
At this time, Song Jiang shook his head, raised his glass to Yi Yongquan and said, "Little brother, you performed well today. Whether you believe me or not, I suddenly feel that you want to create a career!
"
"Ah, uncle, are you still a master at reading faces?" Yi Yongquan said with his eyes widened, feeling like he had sobered up.
"Hahaha, I can't read faces, I'm just talking casually!" Song Jiang shook his head and hit the fat man mercilessly.
"Hey, I thought you were a master of facial expressions, but it seems you still don't understand me!" Yi Yongquan laughed at himself, smelling of alcohol: "Our family is a coal digger, so we just want to live a normal life.
If you just live one day at a time, you may be able to create a career, but that seems to be no longer possible!"
"Hahaha, young man, you are quite aware!" Song Jiang's face looked a little better, turning from black to red, somewhat similar to Mr. Guan's face.
"Come and drink. We are really destined. Can I call you Master?" Yi Yongquan raised the cup and said loudly.
"It's refreshing, but why do you want to call me master?" Song Jiang also said in a daze, and his own drinking capacity was not very good.
"Because you are very powerful. According to the thinking of rotten people like us, you choose to continue playing games. If you can learn a little skill, at least no one will dare to trouble me when playing games in the future!" Yi Yongquan said slowly.
He said slowly, remembering another time he was blackmailed in an Internet cafe.
After hearing this, Song Jiang's hand shook, and he threw out the light yellow beer and said: "Young man, I suddenly feel that your thoughts are very dangerous. If you do this, you will really be in trouble all your life!"
"Well, I also know that my thoughts are dangerous, but I really want to live my whole life!" Yi Yongquan nodded and glanced at the scar on Song Jiang's face: "I actually want to be a serious person.
Yes, but if you don’t do more of the things you like while you’re young, you might regret it for the rest of your life!”
"But, little brother, if you act like this, you will be completely useless in the future!" Song Jiang took a sip of beer and sighed.
"Haha, it doesn't matter, I know what I'm doing!" Yi Yongquan raised his glass and said, "I personally think that living happily and living freely without regrets is the most important thing!"
"Okay, I already know what you are thinking. It seems that I can only teach you a set of unique palm skills!" Song Jiang paused and said with a drunken breath.
At this time, Song Yixue naturally would not let her uncle continue to talk nonsense: "Uncle, you are also drunk, how can you know any peerless palm skills!"
After hearing this, Song Jiang didn't show any weakness, he drank the wine glass in his hand and said with a smile: "My niece is joking, uncle, I really have a set of palm skills, and it is a peerless palm skill that fell from the sky!"
"Okay!" Song Yixue covered her forehead, not wanting to continue talking with the two drunkards.
After a while, Song Jiang opened a bottle of beer with his hands, filled it for Yi Yongquan, and asked slowly: "Disciple, do you believe in the so-called destiny arrangement?"
"Uh, fate! Um...you agreed to accept me as your apprentice?" Yi Yongquan firmly grasped the wine glass in his hand and said in great surprise.
Seeing Yi Yongquan's expression of disbelief, Song Jiang clinked his cup and said, "Good disciple, you are a gifted person. I will teach you a unique palm technique later! As long as you imagine
Just follow your own destiny and mission!"
"My destiny and mission? Isn't this just playing games?" Yi Yongquan asked in a weird voice, and gently poked Song Yixue and said, "Xiaoxue, do you believe in your destiny?"
Song Yixue was immediately shocked: "Destiny, this... When you are lucky, you will believe it and feel that God is taking good care of you!"
"What about unlucky times?" Yi Yongquan said with a smile.
"Do you still believe in fate when you are unlucky?" Song Yixue didn't know how to answer, so she could only return the question to the fat man.
"Hahaha, when you are unlucky, let me think about it!" As he said that, Yi Yongquan suddenly threw a chopstick in his hand to the ground and said loudly: "When you are unlucky, underground city
I can’t explode anything in a day, and I don’t have any gaming experience, so fuck my brother-in-law.”
As he talked, Yi Yongquan became more and more excited. He stood directly on the table, danced and touched things all over the floor.
Soon, various crackling sounds came into Yi Yongquan's ears. Song Yixue wanted to stop it, but found that it was impossible. Yi Yongquan listened to the sounds as if hearing music, and his whole body felt comfortable and he jumped on the table.
Di, his body twisted like a snake, even though everyone looked at Yi Yongquan as if he were a snake spirit.
"Fat brother, come down quickly?" Song Yixue felt something was slightly wrong with Yi Yongquan and had already started to drink like crazy, so she stopped him again.
"Xiaoxue, can you come up and play too? Although today's music is a bit strange, it feels good. I'm the only one on the stage!" Yi Yongquan scratched his head while dancing. When he saw Song Yixue, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Extremely sincere: "Xiaoxue, I invite you to dance!"
"Uh, forget it, you're drunk, come down quickly!" Song Yixue instinctively took a few steps back and said in a panic.
"I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk, come on up!" Yi Yongquan kept shaking his head. His balance was pretty good, and the table was quite strong and it never fell off.
After dancing for about two minutes, the fat man seemed to feel that it was no longer interesting. He suddenly climbed down from the table, looked at Song Yixue with wide eyes, and said: "Xiaoxue, it's a pity that you are not a woman, otherwise I really want to marry you home!"
"Ah, crazy!" After hearing the fat man's words, Song Yixue could only shake her head vigorously, feeling like she was going to collapse. The fat man's words caused another wave of sighs.
"Oh, my God! Such a cute girl is actually a boy, it's not allowed!" A boy wearing glasses and a plaid shirt hugged his face and looked very painful.
