Rumble~

The roar of engines rang out at the end of the street, and then a dozen sports cars stopped at the Yimeng dessert shop.

"What's going on?"

Wang Ze and the others looked confused.

Is the van they just talked about from their own shop?

A group of young people walked in, led by a young man with shoulder-length hair, bright eyes, dark eyes like crystal obsidian, and delicate facial features with a sunny smile, giving people an indescribable sense of comfort.

This person was the one who had little money to race on the winding mountain road that night.

After they went back, they launched the whole circle of friends, and in the end no one had heard of Yimeng dessert shop, they came and went in high-end places on weekdays, where had they heard of this kind of small shop on the street, fortunately, someone reminded them to check on the industrial and commercial information network, and they found the address of Yimeng's dessert shop.

Qian Shao walked to the bar, pointed to the van outside the door, and asked Xiaomei, "Beauty, who drives the van in your store?"

"That's Chen Song, what's wrong?"

Xiaomei faced this young man, and she was inexplicably a little flustered in her heart.

Qian Shao asked, "Then where is Chen Song now?"

"Over there!"

Xiaomei pointed to the dine-in area.

Qian Shao looked at the position pointed by Xiaomei, and saw a large group of middle-aged and elderly people huddled together, and a long-haired teenager with a broom was cleaning up the cigarette butts on the ground in the dine-in area, he was overjoyed, walked quickly to Chen Song, and said with a smile: "Hello, I want to compete with you!"

"Trouble to lift your feet. ”

As if he hadn't heard, Chen Song swept a cigarette butt at Qian Shao's feet into the garbage shovel.

"We Qian Shao talked to you, didn't you hear?"

A young man with dyed yellow hair behind Qian Shao stepped forward and shouted at Chen Song.

"Not interested. ”

Chen Song didn't raise his head and said authentically.

The yellow-haired young man snorted: "We have less money to compete with you to give you face!"

He just heard about the mountain road that night, but seeing that Chen Song was just an ordinary clerk, he couldn't help but want to behave in front of Qian Shao.

"I don't mean to give his face to whomever he likes, please let me go!"

Chen Song stretched out his hand to push the yellow-haired young man away slightly, and poured the cigarette butts of the garbage shovel into the garbage can.

"It's up to you, today you have to compare, you don't have to compare!"

The yellow-haired young man couldn't help but feel a little proud when he saw that Qian Shao didn't stop himself.

"What if I just don't compare?"

Chen Song turned around and looked at him coldly.

"Then don't blame me for being rude. ”

The yellow-haired young man stepped forward and stared at Chen Song.

I thought in my heart that if this thing was done, maybe I would be able to enter the circle of less money.

"What do you want to do?"

Wang Ze saw that the wrong way was wrong, and immediately rushed over, standing beside Chen Song, staring coldly at the yellow-haired youth, while Xiaoying and Xiaomei looked worried. This group of young people was not ordinary people at first glance, and they were very worried that Wang Ze and Chen Song would suffer.

A middle-aged man with a seriously upturned hairline sitting at the table next to him couldn't help but say to Chen Song, "Little brother, do you want to help?"

The yellow-haired young man looked at the middle-aged man and scolded directly: "Who are you, can you meddle in our affairs?"

"Me?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and found that no one dared to scold him for a long time, so he didn't laugh angrily, and said, "What kind of doll are you, you don't have any politeness and upbringing." ”

"What the hell are you talking about?

The yellow-haired youth walked directly in front of the middle-aged man.

"Young people now!"

The middle-aged man sighed and slowly stood up.

"Enough!"

Qian Shao frowned and shouted at the yellow-haired youth, "Stand down!"

"Less money, this ......"

The yellow-haired young man looked at Qian Shao in bewilderment.

"Stand down, we're not here to cause trouble. ”

Qian Shao waved his hand.

"You know you're not here to cause trouble!"

A cold voice came from the corner of the shop.

Qian Shao trembled when he heard this voice.

"Who's ......?"

The yellow-haired young man just wanted to be angry at the person who spoke out, but he was slapped in the face by Qian Shao, and his words were interrupted.

Qian Shao looked at the rich middle-aged man who got up from the crowd in the corner, and stepped forward with a bitter face and shouted, "Dad, why are you here." ”

The yellow-haired young man was not good.

I feel like this fart has slapped the horse's leg.

"Why can't I be here?"

Mr. Qian said with a blue face: "How can I see you so majestic when I'm not here!"

"Dad, listen to me. ”

Qian Shao felt cold sweat on his forehead.

"Explain?"

Mr. Qian glanced at the yellow-haired young man and snorted, "What else is there to explain this." ”

The middle-aged man on the side shook his head and sat down again.

It is said that what kind of parents there are, what kind of children they have, this money has always been very good, but I didn't expect this son to mix with some young people in society, it is really different from the nine sons of the dragon.

Mr. Qian shouted at Qian Shao: "Apologize to Uncle Zhong immediately." ”

Qian Shao hurriedly bowed to the middle-aged man and said, "Uncle Zhong, I'm sorry." ”

Mr. Qian frowned and shouted, "Didn't you eat? ”

"Uncle Zhong, I'm sorry. ”

The waist of the man with less money bent even lower.

Mr. Qian sighed and said to the middle-aged man apologetically: "Old Zhong, the discipline is not strict, it makes you laugh, this is the dog Qian Baishao." ”

"It's okay!"

Lao Zhong waved his hand disappreciatively and said, "Ling Lang is quite measured. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the yellow-haired young man with dissatisfaction.

The yellow-haired young man's face was like ashes at this time.

This is over, and I scolded my father who has little money.

Qian Baishao heard Lao Zhong's words, and his heart was slightly relieved.

"Proportionality, if there is proportion, it will not be difficult for others!"

Mr. Qian scolded Qian Baishao: "Look at you, what kind of friends have you made all day long." ”

"Dad, I know it's wrong!"

Qian Baishao lowered his head, he didn't dare to breathe, and he was as well-behaved as a little white rabbit.

He can't wait to beat up the yellow-haired young man now, he is really a guy who has more than enough success and more than failure.

Mr. Qian said: "If you know your mistake, don't you apologize to others quickly?"

"I'm sorry!"

Qian Baishao bowed down to apologize to Chen Song.

"The car god?"

Wang Ze and the others looked confused and very surprised.

When did Chen Song become a car god?

Didn't he just get his driver's license?

Especially Wang Ze, who follows Chen Song to deliver goods every day, although Chen Song is now driving very steadily, compared to when he first started driving, it is indeed very different, but he has never seen him and people flying in a car, what kind of car god is this!

"I'm not a car god, just don't come to me in the future. ”

Chen Song put the broom and garbage shovel back in place and stood back in front of the bar, looking like he didn't care about himself.

Mr. Qian asked a little confusedly, "What car god?"

Qian Baishao explained: "Dad, we came to find him, he is the car god of the racing world. ”

"You mean you're playing racing?"

Mr. Qian looked at Qian Baishao with a frosty face.

There is no racing track in the local area, and it is obvious that his son is an illegal drag race!

"This ......"

Qian Baishao was bitter in his heart, and he couldn't wait to slap himself twice, shouting that something was not good, he had to call someone else's car god.

And if your father doesn't stay in the company, what does it mean to come to this dessert shop?

Mr. Qian said angrily: "I'll clean you up when I go back, you hurry up and bring someone to get out of here now!"

"Yo, who is so angry!"

A group of large men dressed in dark blue walked into the store.

Wang Ze was overjoyed when he saw the person at the head.

The person who came was none other than Hu Sihai.

The yellow-haired young man and others who were walking to the bar couldn't help but be shocked when they saw Brother Liang behind Hu Sihai, and they couldn't leave for a while, and they didn't leave.

And Mr. Qian, Lao Zhong and some other people who knew Hu Sihai's identity had a look of jealousy.

Hu Sihai was a little surprised when he saw the situation in the store: "So many people?"

He asked Qian Baishao and the others who were walking out, "Are you trying to make trouble?"

"No, no!"

Although the yellow-haired young man and others had heard of Hu Sihai's name, they had never seen Hu Sihai, but when they saw Brother Liang standing behind Hu Sihai, his identity was obviously not low.

"No, it's the best. ”

Hu Sihai pointed at Huang Mao and the others, and said, "Write down these people, if they come to make trouble, deal with it." ”

"Yes!"

A low, hoarse and murderous voice came from Brother Liang's throat, which was chilling.

The yellow-haired young man felt his scalp tingle, and his body trembled unconsciously.

He belongs to the family with a little money, and he is not very rich, and he can't enter the circle of the rich second generation, so he can only keep wandering on the edge, and call some little people on the road brothers, so he is no stranger to Brother Liang's deeds, because there is a saying on the road: As long as you are targeted by Brother Liang, your life will no longer be bright.

Lao Zhong got up and asked Hu Sihai, "Hu Sihai, why do you have so much time to come here?" ”

The yellow-haired young man looked shocked, he didn't expect that he would meet the legendary Hu Sihai.

Hu Sihai raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Isn't your director quite free." ”

The old bell hummed: "I'll rest today!"

"And how many of them?"

Hu Sihai nodded at several middle-aged people in the crowd.

"Let's rest too!"

The middle-aged man said with some embarrassment.

"You all rest, no wonder you can't find the person in charge of the errands. ”

Hu Sihai couldn't laugh or cry.

Can the reasons of these people be a little more perfunctory?

Lao Zhong frowned and asked, "Hu Sihai, what are you doing here?"

"Take my brother to dinner. ”

Hu Sihai turned his head to Chen Song and smiled: "Let's go, you can promise to eat with me." ”

"Now?"

Chen Song was stunned.

"Yes!"

Hu Sihai nodded.

Chen Song thought for a moment and replied: "It's still very early, if you give me the address, I'll wait for myself to go over." ”

Hu Sihai thought for a while and said, "Then at five o'clock, Tianhai Hotel will be waiting for you, see you or leave." ”

"Okay, see you or leave. ”

Chen Song smiled.

"Let's go first. ”

Hu Sihai patted Chen Song on the shoulder, turned around and walked outside the store.

Looking at the familiar appearance of Hu Sihai and Chen Song, the yellow-haired young man was so frightened that he couldn't possess his body.

I thought that Chen Song, who was a clerk here, was a sheep, but I didn't expect it to be a tiger.

This kick is on the iron plate!

Lao Zhong's brows were twisted into Sichuan characters, and he shouted to Hu Sihai: "Wait!"

"What's going on with the bell?"

Hu Sihai stopped and turned his head to look at the old clock.

"You say he's your brother?"

Old Zhong pointed at Chen Song in some surprise.

Hu Sihai asked rhetorically: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Lao Zhong didn't answer, but continued to ask, "You came here to invite him to dinner?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

Hu Sihai also asked rhetorically, but his tone became a lot colder.

Lao Zhong hesitated and asked, "Flag picker?"

He belongs to the Resource Development Bureau and has heard about Hu Sihai.

A person who is about to go in, at this time, still has the leisure to find Chen Song to eat, which is obviously very problematic.

In the crowd, the middle-aged people couldn't help but prick up their ears curiously.