Since the last time she met the annoying guy, Ouyang Junyuan, at the Home of Six Tastes, Sun Jie had never come here again. Later, she heard that Ouyang Junyuan's family had an accident in Macau except for him. It was quite surprising.
Although she didn't know if this had anything to do with Yang Ming, it was a bit strange.
When she came to the parking lot of the House of Six Tastes again, the old man was still there. Sun Jie parked the car and took out a yuan coin to give to the old man, but the old man turned and left after parking the car for her.
After Sun Jie got out of the car, she quickly called the old man, "Old man, do I give you money?"
The old man turned around in surprise and recognized Sun Jie. "It's you? Little girl? "
"It's me, and Little Xin!" Sun Jie said with a smile.
"I saw that there was a public car pass in front of your car. This kind of pass doesn't charge parking fees, so I didn't pay attention. I didn't expect you to drive." The old man smiled. "I didn't expect little girl to become a public servant …"
Sun Jie blushed a little. She didn't like this kind of behavior that was regarded as a privileged class. She said embarrassedly, "It's my boyfriend's car …"
"It turned out to be like this! After you came last time, I was still thinking about you. It's boring to stand here all day long. It's the happiest thing in the day to meet some acquaintances! "The old man smiled." You can come to see me often in the future. I don't want you to pay parking fees! "
"Okay, then we will try to come as often as possible!" Sun Jie also missed the time when she was in school. She was very happy to chat with the old man every day.
It was now lunchtime at the House of Six Tastes. When Yang Ming and the others went in, there were no seats, so they had to wait at the door.
"If I knew this, I should have asked Tian Long to call and book a seat first." Yang Ming looked at the full hotel and was somewhat helpless. This place is too popular. It should have been expanded. The Chuanwei Building next to it didn't have many guests. Why didn't the owner of the House of Six Tastes rent it together?
However, this wasn't a problem that Yang Ming cared about. Everyone's business philosophy was different. Some people were satisfied with the status quo and thought that it was already very good, but some people had a pioneering spirit and would continue to expand their business.
"Get out of the way, you in front, give me some space!" Just as Yang Ming and the others were waiting at the entrance, noises came from the back of the line. They saw three hooligan-like young men pushing through the crowd, trying to squeeze their way over, shouting and cursing at the same time.
Most of the people in the line were young couples or families of three. Most of the people who came to eat here were working-class people. Those who were rich and powerful had gone to better places or booked private rooms in advance. They would not line up here.
Therefore, most of these people were not willing to provoke trouble, and made way for the three evil-looking people. They could not afford to provoke these people, so they avoided them.
"Are you deaf?" The young man in the lead pushed Yang Ming, causing Yang Ming to not know whether to laugh or cry.
However, Yang Ming was not willing to bicker with them. Beating them up here seemed very awesome, but in fact, it was no different from them. Fighting fiercely was not a good habit.
Sun Jie frowned and felt that these people were very uncultured. Yang Xin pulled Sun Jie and whispered, "Forget it. These are little hooligans. Don't bother with them."
The receptionist of the Home of Six Tastes also saw the three little hooligans, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. "Sir, can you please line up?"
"Who said that we didn't line up? The three of us are in front of the line. It's our turn! " Little Huang Mao, who pushed Yang Ming, was obviously the leader of the three people. He glared at the receptionist and sneered, "Which eye of yours saw that we didn't line up?"
"This …" The receptionist was also a little afraid of these three people. These three people didn't look like good people at first glance. Their signature multicolored hair and hooligan-looking jackets made people stay away from them.
"Do your own thing. Don't be a busybody!" Little Huang Mao said fiercely, "You ask the customers in the line behind. Which one of them didn't line up when they saw me?"
Little Huang Mao asked who didn't line up when they saw him, not who saw him line up. This was quite artistic. At this time, who dared to stand up and say that Little Huang Mao didn't line up?
A family of three with a wife and a child, a young couple in sweet love, who would stand up and provoke a few little hooligans? Maybe they would be retaliated in a while, so when Little Huang Mao said this, the customers lowered their heads and pretended not to hear this sentence.
The receptionist saw that everyone had no opinion, so he had to lead the three people into the store. There was just an empty table, so the three people grabbed it first.
Although Yang Ming didn't have a conflict with these three little hooligans, he didn't intend to let them go. When they walked into the store, Yang Ming's sleeve shook slightly, and a flying needle was pinched in his hand. His hand flicked gently, and the flying needle was shot to the acupuncture point on Little Huang Mao's leg.
Little Huang Mao was very proud. He thought that he was the boss of this area, but he didn't expect that his right leg suddenly became numb, and then it didn't listen to him. His whole body fell sideways, and his head hit the guardrail on the side of the card seat. Suddenly, blood gushed out.
Huang Mao's leg also recovered. He didn't know how he fell. He covered his forehead that was bleeding and shouted, "Why is the floor in your store so slippery? Did you make me fall? How do you deal with this? "
When the yellow-haired man's two companions saw that their boss' head was bleeding, they hurriedly helped him up from the ground. They also scolded the receptionist, "You threw Brother Chicken. What should we do about this?"
"Find your boss! This is not over! "The other companion didn't want to be outdone.
The receptionist was a little wronged. He looked at the smooth floor. There was no water stain at all, and there was no place to slip. He didn't know how Little Huang Mao fell.
"Our floor is not slippery at all …" The receptionist pointed to the floor and said.
"You said it's not slippery, so it's not slippery? If it's not slippery, how did our boss fall? " Little Huang Mao's subordinate pointed at the receptionist and scolded, "Let me tell you. Our Brother Chicken is also a person with a status. He slipped here, and it has seriously affected his public image. You have to compensate for our loss!"
"There is no water on the floor. Whether it's slippery or not, people with eyes can see it. You cut the line and still talk like this, right?" Yang Ming snorted and said with some contempt.
"Are you a f * cking onion? Do you need to be a busybody? " When Huang Mao's subordinate saw Yang Ming helping at this time, he was unhappy. "Do you want to be unlucky? Hurry up and shut up! "
"How unlucky?" Yang Ming asked.
"You are really tired of living!" When Huang Mao's subordinate saw that Yang Ming was not done, he let go of Huang Mao's subordinate who was supporting his boss. He came over to slap Yang Ming, but Yang Ming grabbed his wrist. He couldn't move. Huang Mao's subordinate shook his hand twice, but he couldn't move. He knew that this person wasn't so easy to provoke. He snorted, "Let go of me!"
Yang Ming let go without warning, and Huang Mao's subordinate almost fell. Taking advantage of this, Yang Ming shot another flying needle into the acupoint on Huang Mao's subordinate's leg. Huang Mao's subordinate directly lost his balance and fell to the ground. The back of his head hit the ground, and there was a big wound. Blood flowed out.
The customers behind the line couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into laughter. These three guys were like monkeys performing a farce. Even the customers eating inside were roaring with laughter. This made the yellow-haired man's face turn even uglier. It was unknown whether it was because of excessive bleeding or because of anger.
"Hurry up and get up!" Huang Mao glared at the subordinate who fell on the ground. "You only know how to make a fool of yourself!"
The subordinate on the ground felt wronged. He thought to himself, What does this have to do with me? I just stood up for you and got screwed over. Now you are scolding me? Suddenly, he was a little unhappy. He stood up with a sullen face and looked like he didn't take a dump.
"Stop laughing, what are you laughing at?" The yellow-haired man was embarrassed by everyone's laughter.
It was unknown which table's customer in the room said, "We are laughing at you, Huang Mao …"
"Hahahaha …" This time, the customers who had just held back their laughter burst out again like a tide of laughter!
"Who? Who said it? Stand up? " Huang Mao's face was distorted, especially when his face was full of blood. It was even more terrifying. His eyes searched back and forth in the shop, trying to find the person who just spoke.
The person who spoke couldn't help but say it. He didn't dare to go against Huang Mao face to face, so after saying it, he quickly shrunk his head and didn't dare to show his face.
Yang Ming naturally saw who said it, but he wouldn't expose it.
Seeing that no one responded to him for a long time, he was so angry that his face turned ugly, but he didn't know what to do. He was in a dilemma. Yang Ming stood up and openly confronted him, but Huang Mao saw that his subordinate was at a disadvantage, so he didn't dare to easily find trouble with Yang Ming. He was also a person who bullied the weak and feared the strong. If he wasn't sure, he naturally didn't want to provoke trouble.
At this time, Yang Ming spoke.
"That's fine. Why don't you take your two companions to the hospital? In a while, he will die from excessive blood loss. "Yang Ming looked indifferently at the yellow-haired man's unharmed subordinate.
At this time, the security in the restaurant also surrounded and stared at the three people. When Huang Mao saw that he couldn't make a scene, he could only run out with a face full of dust. He really did need to go to the hospital to stop the bleeding.
At the door, Huang Mao didn't forget to stare at Yang Ming, "Who asked you to meddle in other people's business? See if I don't kill you in the future."
Yang Ming smiled after hearing it and tripped him with his foot. Huang Mao directly flew out of the door after he finished speaking.
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