That thing was actually the tortoise box worn by Japanese officers during World War II. The tortoise box had few bullets, low accuracy, low penetration, and frequent failure rates. If the shop owner took out another pistol, it might have some lethality, but with such a broken thing, there was nothing to be afraid of.
(Brother River Crab has said that due to the special language, some words and expressions can only be expressed in English and Pinyin. Please forgive the inconvenience caused to the readers.) You, what do you mean? Wu Wentian was shocked when he saw the other party show a pistol.
Oh, what do I mean? What's the use of asking me? You should ask the thing in my hand. The shop owner sneered, "You, you, you despicable guy, you actually … …"
Looking at the weapon in his hand and then at the thing in the other party's hand, Wu Wentian was so angry that his face turned pale and he forcibly suppressed the words he wanted to say. Well, I'll forget about today's matter. You win! Wu Wentian, the owner of the grocery store, spat on the ground and turned to leave.
Seeing the other party leave, Ruan Xingqiang and his two men immediately ridiculed him. Don't go, Boss Wu, let's play slowly for a while. Why are you running so fast? We haven't eaten your watermelon yet.
Still want to eat watermelon? I think he'll be so poor in a few days that he'll eat people. Eat people? Only mad dogs eat people, hahahaha …
Hearing the other party's ridicule, Wu Wentian ignored it. Instead, he quickened his pace and slipped into his grocery store in the blink of an eye. Hmph, coward, useless thing. Seeing the other party disappear, Ruan Xingqiang waved his hand and returned to the shop with his men. The people around saw that there was no good show to watch, so they left in twos and threes.
Is it over? Bruce stared and asked. What do you want? Is it like the American West, a man with a pistol standing on the street to solve problems between both sides? That's not what I mean, I mean … Bruce still wanted to say something, but Tangleh stopped him. Okay, okay, don't eat the heart of the radish. The locals have their own solutions. We outsiders don't need to worry about it.
Well, Boss, I think I understand what you mean, but I have a question. What do you mean by eating carrots and eating salty carrots?
Hearing this, Tangleh was speechless. His old habit was acting up again. It's fine if you don't understand. This is what a gentleman says. Oh, so that's how it is. Boss is indeed Boss. His words are really up to standard. The small interlude while shopping did not disturb Tangleh's mood.
Tangleh continued to wander the streets. When he passed by a fruit stall and saw the colorful fruits piled up like a mountain, Tangleh turned around and asked his two followers if they wanted to try some exotic delicacies. It's my treat.
Hearing Tangleh's words, Bici immediately turned around and said to Tangleh with a cheeky smile, "Delicacies, I love delicacies the most. When I was at home, I often went out with my girlfriend to try delicacies. Japanese cuisine, Korean teppanyaki, Italian and French delicacies, I've tried them all. The most unforgettable is the delicacies from CF. Those delicacies are not only fragrant and colorful, but they also taste great.
Oh right, Bruce, have you tried CF delicacies before? Never eaten it before? Never eaten it before? I really haven't. " Seeing Bici's look of disdain made Tangleh very unhappy. He also knew that Bici was using this as a pretext to criticize Bruce.
Bici had always looked down on Bruce. Aiya, what a pity, what a pity. You actually haven't tried that delicacies before. That aroma and taste were still in my memory, refusing to dissipate. Although I hadn't eaten it for a while, whenever I recalled this memory, my saliva would drip down.
CF's delicacies are really good. They are cheap and there's a lot of it. Even a poor person can afford it. I don't believe that you haven't tried it before. You must be joking. " Hearing Bici's description, Tangleh couldn't help but frown. This is too much. Who's so sarcastic?
I ate it for decades in my previous life. Why didn't I feel this way? That aroma is still preserved in my memory and won't disappear for a long time. How can you say something like that? Do you think you're composing a poem?
Bruce lowered his head and said shyly, "My family is poor. We have a lot of brothers and sisters who need to eat. As for the delicacies you mentioned, I know about them. I pass by those places every day. I really want to try the delicacies you mentioned, but I don't have the money to go there."
"Alright, stop being so long-winded. I treated you guys to fruits and you guys talked for half a day. Especially you, Bici. Your mouth is like a loudspeaker. I only said one sentence in a minute, and you said ten sentences. I really don't know what to say to you." "Boss, your analogy is really on point. Bici is a loudspeaker. You broadcast every day. Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter." Bruce hugged his stomach and laughed maniacally. Bici's face turned red and he almost couldn't speak.
"Alright, stop bickering. If you continue, I won't treat you guys to food." Tangleh scolded jokingly. "Don't be like this, Boss. You said you would treat us to food. You can't go back on your words, right?" Bici was anxious! Seeing his expression, Tangleh stopped teasing him. He also knew that Bici was a glutton. As long as there was good food, he would be obedient.
"From now on, you are not allowed to speak until we return to the barracks. You can only speak when I allow you to speak. Do you hear me?"
"Got it, Boss. I'll listen to you." Bici answered honestly.
The three of them were bosses. Tangleh shouted at the owner of the fruit stall. The owner of the fruit stall was a middle-aged woman about 30 years old. After hearing Tangleh's words, she couldn't react for a moment. The diners at the small table also stared blankly at Tangleh.
They couldn't be blamed. After all, only a freak like Tangleh could speak a foreign language so fluently as if it was his mother tongue. Seeing that the owner didn't respond, Tangleh repeated his words again. Only then did the owner apologize repeatedly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll be done right away. Please wait for a moment."
Although the three American devils seemed to be easy to talk to based on their appearance and language, they were all armed. They couldn't afford to provoke them. The little girl who was helping out at the fruit stall quickly cleaned up a small table. After she was done, she set up a small stool and invited the three American devils to sit down.
After sitting down, the little girl stood aside and asked crisply, "Gentlemen, what kind of drinks would you like to order?" Bruce and Bici looked up blankly. They didn't understand what the little girl was saying. Only Tangleh snapped his fingers. "Two glasses of watermelon juice and one glass of mint juice."
"Okay, wait for a moment." The little girl walked away after she finished speaking. After a while, she came back with three glasses of seemingly exquisite drinks. "What are these?"
Bici pointed at the drinks and asked, "Watermelon and mint. The red ones in your glasses are watermelon juice. The green one in mine is mint." "I was afraid that you wouldn't be used to mint, so I ordered watermelon for you." "This is watermelon juice?" "How come there are no impurities at all?"
"Are you stupid? After they squeezed it out, they filtered it with gauze. If there were impurities, then the process would be very crude." "How can something made like this be competitive?" "I see." Bici listened to Tangleh's words and looked at the glass hesitantly. He still didn't move.
Tangleh didn't care about this. He picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp. A cool feeling spread throughout his body. After drinking, Tangleh leisurely lit a cigarette. When Bruce saw that Tangleh had drunk it, he also picked up the glass and took a big gulp. "Oh, it's delicious. It's so sweet. Did you put too much sugar?" "Why aren't you drinking?" Bruce asked curiously when he saw that Bici didn't move.
"I've never drunk these drinks in these places that seem to have problems." "And …" "And I don't know if the things made in these places are clean or not." "I'm afraid I'll have diarrhea if I drink it." At the end of his sentence, Bici's voice became much softer.
"Damn, you're really troublesome. It's up to you whether you want to drink it or not." "I'm going to order something to eat." After Tangleh finished speaking, he stood up and glanced at him. "If you don't want to drink it, then pour it away." When Bici heard Tangleh's words, he really poured the drink in the glass on the ground. Tangleh was speechless for a while.
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