After silly Fei lost 100000 yuan to North and south, this man disappeared directly from our sight. He never came to our casino after that day.
After I came back to hear about it, I didn't criticize the north and the south, because I know what our gang are like. Don't talk about us. Even ordinary people have to have a little temper, so I think it was totally wrong for silly Fei to talk like that at that time.
From the perspective of friends, I don't think there's anything wrong with the North-South approach, but from the perspective of the Hougong boss, I can only tell the North-South not to do this next time. Silly Fei sometimes represents not only himself, but also other gamblers. When people come to play, they just want to have fun. You say that if the North-South picks up a silly Fei today and a silly Zhang tomorrow, Then we don't have to open this casino. In two months, these people have to let the north and the South clean up.
But I don't want to talk about him. Yang Song, I have to talk to him privately. Now this fool's temper is a little too fucking angry. I don't know whether it's because I'm too sensitive or Yang Song has really changed.
I always feel that since Qian Rou died, Yang Song has become very irritable. He can't hold things down at all. This is not the first time he has handled problems with a shotgun.
We built our home with shotguns, but I don't want our harem to rely on this thing all the time. When we talk, we can solve the problem. That's what I want to see.
My conversation with Yang Song didn't last long. It was only a few minutes. I asked him a few insinuations. Yang Song was originally a smart man, so he could understand what I said. He promised me to control it as much as possible, and I didn't continue to talk to him about it. What should I do in the future.
Sometimes you don't have to say too much, just let others understand.
On a street in H city.
A thin, handsome 17-year-old young man, with an old travel bag in his left hand and a note in his right hand, looked around while walking, as if looking for something
The young man I mentioned earlier is the most marginal combination in the mixed child industry in H city. Wang Laoer and Lao Bian are also the combination. Although the young man's name is Lao Bian, he is really not old.
Du Xianyang once asked these two people to kidnap Guo Siwei, but the task failed because of insufficient preparation in advance.
After the mission failed, Wang Laoer and Lao Bian had a very big difference. Lao Bian felt that they should honestly go home to farm and marry their daughter-in-law, while Wang Laoer wanted to make another whole, and then go home to build a house and raise pigs.
Lao Bian couldn't stand such a life. He had no choice but to leave Wang Er and go to his own uncle.
"Fuck, where the hell is this?"
Lao Bian looked for a long time, and finally silently scolded. Then he called his uncle on his mobile phone.
"Hey, uncle, I'm here, but I can't find your community!!"
Lao Bian was a little worried about being frozen, so he spoke very fast.
"Oh, you're here? You see, I haven't finished work yet... Otherwise, you can take a taxi and I'll ask your aunt to receive you..."
Lao Bian's uncle thought about it and said.
"OK, uncle, I'll take a taxi..."
Lao Bian nodded and put his mobile phone back in his pocket.
"Didi!!"
As soon as Lao Bian put down his cell phone, a taxi came out across the road. Lao Bian hesitated, and finally reached out to stop the taxi.
"Little brother, where are you going?" the driver rolled down the window and asked with a smile.
"Master, how much is it to Changshun community?"
Lao Bian smiled at the driver and asked very politely.
"Changshun?" the driver glanced and shook his head and said, "why do you have to pay 30 yuan..."
Thirty!!
Lao Bian was stunned for a moment, then touched his trouser pocket and found that there was only more than 100 yuan in it. Lao Bian thought for a moment, and then said to the driver very embarrassed, "I'm sorry, master, I didn't bring so much money!!"
"... come out to find relatives?" the driver looked at the travel bag in Lao Bian's hand and asked.
"Ah!!" Lao Bian nodded and agreed.
"Come on, it's not easy to come out. My house is just over there. Let's send you there smoothly!!"
The driver waved his hand and shouted carelessly at Lao Bian.
"That's not good..." Lao Bian moved the driver.
"Stop the ink, it will take you at least two hours to walk in the cold..."
"Thank you, master!"
Lao Bian stamped the snow on his feet, then opened the door of the taxi and got on.
After getting on the bus, Lao Bian's red face, which had been frozen, warmed a lot in an instant, and the whole person was refreshed.
Half an hour later, Lao Bian was sent to the door of Changshun community by the driver. Before getting off the bus, Lao Bian wanted to get some money for the driver, but the driver didn't want it at all. Lao Bian had to say thank you to the driver twice, and then got off the bus with a red face.
After getting off the bus, Lao Bian did not enter the community for the first time, but found a supermarket around the community. After entering the supermarket, Lao Bian looked at the gift area and found that things were too expensive.
Lao Bian held his right hand closer and closer in his trouser pocket. Originally, he wanted to buy something for his uncle, but he looked around and found that he couldn't afford the gifts here.
"Gifts?" the supermarket owner asked with a smile.
"Ah, but I don't have enough money in my hand..." Lao Bian really replied.
"Why don't you buy a cigarette? It's economical and can be used!!" the boss saw that Lao Bian had no money, so he recommended something cheap.
"Then bring me a Yellow Crane Tower..."
Lao Bian blushed and pointed to the yellow crane tower above the cigarette cabinet.
"Hehe, OK!!"
The boss nodded, reached out and took out a yellow crane tower. Then he looked at Lao Bian, smiled and said, "it's not easy. I'll charge you a purchase price of 120!!"
"Thank you!"
Hearing this, Lao Bian quickly took out the cash in his pocket and put it on the counter.
……
Two minutes later, Lao Bian walked into Changshun community with a yellow crane tower.
According to the address on the note, Lao Bian soon found his uncle's house.
He stood in front of the security door, rubbed his hands, and then rang the doorbell.
"Ding Dong!! Ding Dong!!"
"Who?"
A woman's voice came from inside the security door.
"Aunt, it's me!"
Lao Bian stamped his feet and shouted with the white fog.
"Creak..."
The security door opened a gap and a woman with curly hair stretched out her head.
"Jiaqing"
The woman asked tentatively.
"Hello, aunt!"
Lao Bian quickly nodded and greeted the woman with a smile.