Zhao Jinbao had already been carried away by anger, and when he saw Song Zhichao's detached and calm appearance, he was even more annoyed, and said: "Of course it's you who hit the street!

Song Zhichao was not annoyed, but looked at Tian Xiaoli and asked in a calm tone, "What do you say?"

Tian Xiaoli was stunned for a moment, not because of hesitation, but because this Song Zhichao suddenly made her feel a little strange, including his reaction, his eyes, and his tone and smile......

Tian Xiaoli didn't answer, but gently moved her body towards Zhao Jinbao, but the small gesture already explained everything.

Song Zhichao smiled, "Very good, then I will bless you." ”

Looking at Song Zhichao, who was still very calm, Zhao Jinbao became more and more annoyed for some reason.

"Bless us, are you so kind? Hit the street, are you pretending to be garlic, pretending to be indifferent on the surface, very calm, but scolding us in your heart?" Zhao Jinbao sneered, "Also, tell you, you want to be a supervisor, dream of it! You either continue to work as a worker in the factory, or you will roll me up and get out!"

The amount of information in this passage is too large, for Song Zhichao, he already knows these inside stories, so he did not react very much, but for Yang Wei, Sun Ping and Feng Cuicui, it is as powerful as a nuclear bomb.

Song Zhichao can't be a supervisor anymore!

He's brushed off!

So the money we lent out---

In the face of Zhao Jinbao's repeated and repeated pressing, Song Zhichao finally couldn't help it, raised his eyebrows, and said to him: "Zhao Jinbao, I think you did something wrong, you should have let me eat this bowl of noodles quietly and accept your favor; But I'm so disappointed by what you're doing......"

After Song Zhichao finished speaking, he looked at Tian Xiaoli again.

"Don't you regret it? I know you think I'm poor and disgusted that I'm incompetent, that's why you found such a person. But for the sake of your true happiness, I still have to warn you that you may be looking at the wrong person. If a man has no stomach and no endurance, he will not be productive. Maybe he is just such a height in his life, and all he can give you is this cheap meal, this cheap clothes, and his cheap temper. ”

"Who do you say is cheap?" Zhao Jinbao yelled, trembling with anger. I was despised by a wage earner, and I even said that I had no interest in my life.

But before Zhao Jinbao could make a move, someone was already rushing to come out.

"Song Zhichao, how dare you insult Manager Zhao like this?" Yang Wei was furious, and he pointed at Song Zhichao's nose and scolded. "You are a wage earner, how dare you talk to Manager Zhao in such a tone?"

For Yang Wei, this is an opportunity.

Song Zhichao was brushed down, and he had the opportunity to become a supervisor, as long as he was a good backer of Zhao Jinbao.

So Yang Wei spared no effort to yell at Song Zhichao, "You haven't started drinking yet, I see you're already drunk." You really think of yourself as a big guy, and you don't pee and look in the mirror, how old are you?"

Just when Yang Wei stretched his neck and questioned Song Zhichao at the top of his throat, Song Zhichao picked up the beer bottle on the dinner table, grabbed Yang Wei's stretched neck, and burst it towards his head.

The bottle burst, the wine spilled, the broken glass slag cut Yang Wei's forehead, and the blood mixed with the beer foam flowed down.

Zhao Jinbao, who was full of anger, was completely stupid by Song Zhichao's amazing move. He has watched a lot of Hong Kong movies in the video hall, what "The True Color of Heroes", "Heroes and Heroes", ...... There is this kind of headshot in it, and it is very refreshing when you watch it, but you only know how terrible it is when you are really here.

Will he give me a head up too?

The corners of Zhao Jinbao's mouth twitched, a little scared.

Yang Wei was also stupid by Song Zhichao's beer bottle, and he didn't know that he had been beaten until the pain in his head came.

The others, especially Tian Xiaoli and Feng Cuicui, were even more wide-eyed, covering their mouths, and looked at Song Zhichao, who was domineering and holding half a beer bottle in one hand. How did this coward, Wen Liwen guy become so ferocious?

Song Zhichao didn't give Yang Wei a chance to shout at all, put his feet on the chair, grabbed Yang Wei's collar with his hand, stared at his frightened eyes condescendingly, and leaned into his ear and asked, "Do you know how old I am now!"

Yang Wei nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"You can call the police, but I borrowed a hundred yuan from you, and I guess I can't pay it back, and you can also say thank you, because I helped you a lot, what do you mean, you know what you mean." ”

Yang Wei's eyes flickered and he trembled, but what he was afraid of was not Song Zhichao's sudden ferocity, but that he could see through his own thoughts.

Yes, I was hit on the head, and this time I will be able to slap Zhao Jinbao, and I really want to thank Song Zhichao for such a powerful blow.

Song Zhichao let go of Yang Wei.

Yang Wei sat on the chair with his buttocks, and the whole person was still in a daze, looking like he was out of his mind.

Song Zhichao seemed to be a nobody, as if he didn't know that he had frightened the people around him with such a crazy move just now.

He threw away half of the beer bottle in his hand, took out a tissue and wiped his hands, and then said to Zhao Jinbao, Tian Xiaoli and others with a smile, "Actually, headshots are a technical job, don't watch movies so much, it looks easy, but in fact it is difficult to do." To master the strength, calculate the hardness of the head, the most important thing is that the two sides must cooperate closely, so that they can hit the headshot in one go...... Otherwise, the slightest mistake will blow the opponent to death, or explode into a concussion. Hey, why don't you sit down, the wine and food are all up, and if we don't eat, we'll be cheap. ”

Song Zhichao talked eloquently, as if he and Yang Wei had just cooperated with Yang Wei to make a tacit understanding of a play, and now he was making a technical summary of this play.

With a cough, Zhao Jinbao sat down.

This is a madman, and there is no need to be serious with him.

Tian Xiaoli also sat down.

Her eyes were blurred, and she couldn't understand Song Zhichao at all.

Sun Ping and Feng Cuicui also sat down.

As a foil, they are somewhat at a loss.

Zhu Fugui also sat down.

Anyway, his cousin Song Zhichao said that it was okay, he was fine, what he cared about was the food on the table, and he didn't eat enough for the bowl of choppy noodles just now.

Everyone didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

At this time, there was a singing voice not far away, but it was a dirty little girl carrying a broken guitar taller than her and singing at the dinner table next to her.

In places like the South, the night market business is booming, and it also attracts a lot of singers. Most of these people can simply play one or two songs, and their voices are not good, and they are not singing well, and they are begging rather than singing.

Wage earners are people who don't have money.

People who don't have money, most of them are kind people.

Because only the poor know the suffering of the poor.

Like many little girls selling roses at night markets, this guitar girl is looking for men and women at the same table.

Regardless of whether a man has money or not, he is always very generous in front of women, he can buy flowers and order songs.

When she finished singing a song, Song Zhichao stopped her.

The guitar girl was very happy, came over with the guitar, and asked Song Zhichao what song he ordered.

Song Zhichao generously asked Zhu Fugui to give the girl a dollar.

Zhu Fugui was a little reluctant, one dollar could buy a lot of things, eight eggs, seven feet of cloth, and five catties of noodles...... But remembering the picture of Song Zhichao's headshot just now, he was obedient.

The girl is very happy, and other people's rewards are generally one or two corners.

She asked Song Zhichao what song he wanted to listen to.

Song Zhichao said, "I don't listen to songs, I want to borrow your guitar to sing a song." ”

Turning around, Song Zhichao, who was in control of the overall situation, said to the cold dinner table and the people sitting at the dinner table: "I'm sorry, I disturbed everyone's Yaxing just now, so I sang a song as an atonement, which can be regarded as an end to this banquet." ”

As he spoke, Song Zhichao stood up, stretched out his left index finger, and pointed domineeringly towards everyone on the table, and finally stopped at Yang Wei, who was covering his head with a handkerchief and his head was still bleeding, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I hit you just now." ”

Yang Wei snorted and remained silent.

Song Zhichao glanced at Tian Xiaoli again, pointed at Zhao Jinbao with his finger, and said to him: "Be good to her, she came here with me to work and suffered a lot." ”

Zhao Jinbao felt threatened, but he couldn't speak.

Tian Xiaoli bit her lip and looked at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao stopped talking, picked up the guitar, picked the strings at random, and then cleared his throat and began to sing---

"If those two words don't tremble

I won't find me uncomfortable

No matter how you say it, it's just a breakup

If there is no requirement for tomorrow

Holding hands is like traveling

Thousands of doorways

There's always someone who has to go first............"

At first, no one was in the mood to listen to Song Zhichao sing, everyone was absent-minded, and their minds were tumbling with their own plans.

There was a lot of noise around them, and no one would really listen to the song. For these wage earners, getting off work, drinking, farting with friends, chatting, this is youth, this is life.

Wage earners don't need spring,

But love is needed.

So they were gradually moved by Song Zhichao's singing.

The person who originally guessed the boxing turned his head.

The person who was originally chatting stopped communicating.

Everyone looked at Song Zhichao and looked at him in unison.

His voice is lazy with a sense of decadence, and there is a little sense of vicissitudes, especially the story in the lyrics, which is very moving.

The song is good, the words are good, and the artistic conception is better.

It's as if this song was made for them.

That's right, at this moment, Song Zhichao is singing the song "Ten Years" by Eason Chan, who was popular in his previous life.

As a "person who has come over", in his previous life, Song Zhichao liked to sing, liked to be crazy in KTV, and liked to grab the microphone without losing it.

He thinks that singing can forget everything, forget the deception in the mall, forget the dying struggle in entrepreneurship, forget failure, setbacks and glory---

Just like now, he sang unwillingly, but he didn't know that his song had ignited tears in the hearts of countless people---

Wandering, lonely, lonely, having someone to protect each other, snuggling up for warmth, that kind of fulfillment and security is not something that money can replace, when this relationship is lost, it will not be like losing something or losing some money, it is a kind of hopeless emptiness.

Tian Xiaoli tried to endure it and not let herself cry.

She has been dating Song Zhichao for so long, but she never knew that he could play the guitar and sing such a good song. This time she really couldn't see through him.

But she doesn't regret it.

Don't regret your choice.

If she chooses again, she will still choose Zhao Jinbao instead of Song Zhichao.

At this moment, she knew that the "love story" between herself and Song Zhichao was completely over.

Song Zhichao plucked the strings with his hands and sang affectionately.

He knew that his new "life story" had just begun......