Chapter 7 Strike when it's time to strike
The thin bamboo pole on the side pretended to pick up the mobile phone and looked at it, and quietly turned it off. and the bald fat man next to him secretly squeezed his eyes, then bared his buckteeth and scolded: "What are you crying for! My eldest brother bought this mobile phone for 5,000 yuan! Now that it is soaked in water, you can see that the machine can't be turned on anymore, how do you say how to compensate for it! If there is no explanation today, I will let your store close immediately, do you believe it or not?"
The fat man understood, and immediately shouted, "Call your boss!"
The owner of the noodle restaurant is also an honest outsider, he can see at a glance that it is these two, these two scoundrels are the tyrants on this street, and they usually come to eat to find fault and eat overlord meals. Also often flirted with waitresses. But those who do business are generally friendly and make money, and those who can not be offended try not to be offended. The boss hurriedly ran over and said with a smile: "It turned out to be the two of you? I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Show me the phone, if it's really broken, I'll pay for it. ”
The thin bamboo pole immediately put the phone back and put it in his pocket. Glaring at it, he bared his teeth and said, "Hey! Why! It's already soaked in water, and so many people have seen it." What's the matter? Don't you believe our buddy?"
"You're talking nonsense! It's just a little water splashing on the screen! You're blackmailing!" the little girl said angrily, covering her red and swollen face with tears in her eyes.
"Nima is still reasonable!" the bald fat man subconsciously raised his hand, looking like he wanted to hit someone again. But at this moment, he suddenly let out a miserable scream of "Ah!", and everyone did not know what to do, and after a closer look, they saw that a large sewing needle was actually pierced in his palm, and the end of the palm was a needle hole, and the back of the hand was exposed with a wisp of blood!
The bald fat man screamed in pain, but he was a little confused, thinking that he had not suffered such a big grievance. Fuck who fucked Lao Tzu has to kill him today!
The thin bamboo pole was also taken aback, thinking that it is usually the two brothers who bully people, and today it is not good to go out! He didn't see clearly that he thought it was the waitress who pierced it, so he shouted: "Grass and mud horse! Look I don't chop your hand!"
The noodle shop owner and the little girl were also surprised, how could this needle suddenly fall into the fat man's fat hand silently? The little girl rolled her eyes and understood that there was a master who was fighting for her today, so she wiped away her tears and looked eagerly for it.
Lin Xiaoou couldn't help it for a long time, if he didn't bully people like this, he could actually do it in the face of a little girl? What is this not a brute? Or blackmail? Is there too much deception!
Others don't know that his kung fu of flying needles has been practiced since he was a child, and the Lin family has played with needles for many generations, not only has a unique feature in acupuncture and moxibustion kung fu, but also has a famous flying needle in this hand. Now Lin Xiaoou is full of strength, and a needle can penetrate the glass, let alone a pair of fleshy palms. Usually, the sewing needle is pinned to the backpack strap in order to use it easily.
At this time, he pushed the empty bowl and stood up, and said, "It's you, young master, and me!"
The bald fat man looked like a young man in his early twenties, dressed very ordinarily, but his eyes were bright. But he didn't believe that he could pierce his hand with a single sewing needle from such a distance. But since this person dares to come forward, then Lao Tzu must destroy him first.
At this time, he didn't care about the pain in his palm, and when he went up, he was about to kick Lin Xiaoou's chest. Lin Xiaoou smiled, turned over a little sideways, picked up an empty beer bottle from the table next to him, and smashed the cheekbone of the fat man's calf with the bottom of the bottle, the bottom of the thick beer bottle smashed on the fat man's fat leg almost without making a sound, the wine bottle was not broken, Lin Xiaoou had a sense of proportion in his hand, but even so, after a short few seconds, the fat man screamed like a pig, squatting on the ground and couldn't get up.
Thin bamboo pole looked at this formation, and knew that he had met a master today, although his face was not good-looking, but he knew that he was a few pounds and a few taels, and he usually bullied a girl, and if he really met someone against him, it would definitely be cowardly. The fat man's body was overturned in two clicks, let alone himself.
But his mouth was still very hard: "Boy, don't run away! Wait for grandpa to call someone to clean you up, you wait." After saying that, he took two steps forward and struggled to set up the fat man, and walked away.
Lin Xiaoou sneered, he didn't see them at all, the two gangsters were arrogant and domineering every day, they didn't encounter hard stubble, if they really met hard stubble, they would have been abolished a long time ago.
At this time, the shopkeeper hurriedly came over to thank him, and then kindly reminded: "Young man, you should leave quickly, those two thugs are not easy to mess with, and it doesn't matter if we pay him some money for the big deal of our business." There are more than a dozen of them, so don't lose it. ”
"I don't dare to forgive them! I'm just waiting for them here!" Lin Xiaoou is also a master who is not stingy, and the owner of the store didn't persuade him to leave.
At this time, the little girl came over with a red face and whispered, "Thank you." Then he didn't know what to say, and he didn't know where to put his hands uneasily, and after a moment he said, "You, what's your name?"
Lin Xiaoou smiled kindly: "My name is Lin Xiaoou, Shuangmu Lin, the gull of the seagull." ”
The little girl blushed and whispered, "My name is Zhu Qiaoqiao." ”
After dinner at this time, there were gradually fewer people eating in the store, and Zhu Qiaoqiao stood next to Lin Xiaoou when he was fine, and he didn't speak, occasionally glancing at him shyly. Lin Xiaoou had nothing to say, so she chatted with her, but the little girl kept answering passively and rarely took the initiative to ask.
Lin Xiaoou waited for more than an hour and didn't see anyone coming, so he couldn't help but smile contemptuously, then stood up and said to Zhu Qiaoqiao: "They won't come, I still have something to do, I'll leave first, see you later." ”
Zhu Qiaoqiao said, "Well, goodbye." His eyes were obviously a little reluctant.
Lin Xiaoou suddenly thought of something, turned around and said, "I'll leave you a mobile phone number, if someone bullies you again, call me!"
Lin Xiaoou came out of the restaurant in a good mood, although he has not found a job yet, but he is very satisfied with what he has done, he is uneven and draws a knife to help, does not violate his conscience, and is a warm-hearted and upright person.
Although he did such a dishonorable thing as running away from marriage, he himself had a clear conscience. Over the years, he has worked diligently in the Meng family and has not treated every patient slowly. When other teenagers were still playing tricks, he was already responsible for being a healer. Although sometimes the stubbornness of young people is not missing, it is only a small detail. The young man has a belly full of ancient ways and hot intestines, and he is never ambiguous in the face of right and wrong. Lu roared when he saw injustice, and he shot when it was time to shoot.
At this time, the street was bustling, and strange crowds flowed from Lin Xiaoou's side. He glanced at the tall buildings in the distance, turned and walked forward.