In a small restaurant not far from the guest house, Guan Yu and Du Xiaojuan sat at the table in the hall after asking for breakfast.

The small restaurant, which is actually about the same size as the bun shop, has three or four small tables, with red paper pasted on the wall, and the name of the dish and the price are written crookedly with brush words.

Just when Guan Yu and Du Xiaojuan were waiting for the dishes to come up, a boy outside the door who was dragging a suitcase, more than 1.9 meters long, like an iron tower, strode in with an old-fashioned military canvas satchel on his waist.

"The owner...... Three drawers of steamed buns and a big bowl of porridge. A stack of pickles" The boy put the suitcase directly next to the door, sat casually at the table by the door, and said in a rough voice like thunder.

This voice is extremely honest. Guan Yu turned his head and looked at this tower-like man casually, although it was dark, but his face was still a little immature, and he should be about the same age as himself.

Looking at his appearance, carrying a suitcase and a satchel, could it be that he was also a freshman to report...... Guan Yu guessed casually in his heart.

Guan Yu wanted a stir-fry and rice just served, and the man on the side had already wiped out all the three drawers of buns, his mouth was full, and the two cheeks were puffing up, holding the bowl of gruel in a big gulp, snoring and drinking.

In this eating state, I really didn't dare to compliment Guan Yu pursed his lips and chuckled, glanced at Du Xiaojuan playfully, and smiled implicitly.

"The owner...... Checkout" The man shouted indistinctly as he put down the bowl, his mouth still stuffed with buns and porridge.

The owner of the small restaurant, who was in his forties, stepped forward with a smile with a pair of glasses: "Little brother, a total of eighteen." ”

"Hey...... Okay," the tower-like man replied quietly, stretched out his hand and took out his clothes for a long time, took out a few hundred-dollar bills, took out one at random, and handed it to the owner of the snack bar.

"Wait a minute" The boss glanced at the man, nodded, took the money, and turned towards another table, on which was a shoebox that should contain change.

This kind of snack bar is like this, there is no waiter, there is no bar, it is very simple, and it is very simple Guan Yu lowered his head while picking up the rice, and casually tilted his head to look at the boss's shoebox.

Originally, he just looked at it casually, but as a result, Guan Yu was stunned.

The boss took the boy's hundred-dollar bill, tinkered with his hand in the shoebox, and after throwing down the money, he actually took out a bright red hundred-dollar bill from inside.

"Oh, that's not right" The boss's face changed suddenly, and he squinted at the tower-like man, who was poking the table with one hand, smoking a cigarette leisurely.

"Little brother, you have this money...... It's better to change it for me" The boss looked a little embarrassed, pretended to walk back again, pinched the 100 yuan bill that had been changed, and said to the boy.

Yo oh Guan Yu raised his eyebrows playfully and smiled, watching this boss change the money, it seems that this is exchanging fake money for real money, this boss looks at the honest person, I didn't expect it...... Even bullying honest people?

Just when Guan Yu thought that this tower-like man would be able to talk, the boy frowned puzzled: "What are you doing?

"Give me another one, this one...... Not so good," the boss smiled awkwardly and handed the money to him.

"What's wrong? It's not money, why are you so wrong?" the boy took the money suspiciously, looked back and forth, and muttered.

"Huh, grass, this money is not mine" I thought it was going to be successful, but the owner of the small restaurant just showed joy on his face, who knows, the boy slammed the table, his eyes widened angrily, and he roared in a low voice.

"This is your money, lad. Hurry up and change it, I can't afford to lose your money, don't embarrass me?" The boss's face turned pale, obviously he didn't expect to be recognized.

"I don't care if you're a small business, your mother's I give you a new piece of money that can make a noise, look at you, it seems that the pants and slats of the old lady can't be shaken off, what are you going to do?" The boy questioned aloud, stood up with a thud, and glared at the boss.

"You...... You don't have enough blood, how can you be like this, a young man" The boss was obviously a little speechless, but he didn't want to admit it, and he had to defend himself for a long time.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Guan Yuzheng tilted his head and watched while eating with interest, and from the kitchen in the back, a young man came out, fat and dundun, about 1.75 meters tall, but his small eyes were brown and yellow, he looked like a Xinjiang person, but he had a diagonal bangs, which looked extremely individual.

"I didn't ...... It's not much, you go and clean up the fish," the boss turned his head to look at his son, and hurriedly waved his hand.

"Brother, what's going on?" The young man reached out and wiped his hands on his apron, and came up suspiciously.

"This money is not mine, this old man exchanged a fake money for my real money, trying to deceive me" The tower boy said in a rough voice, unconvinced, and angry.

"What are you talking about? Are you sick? My dad is blackmailing you? Hurry up and exchange this fake money for me, eat a few buns and want to make a profit, who are you" The fat boy looked up and down at each other with disdain, and said coldly.

While eating, Guan Yu pursed his lips and chuckled, not taking the three people who were arguing around him seriously. This kind of small dispute is staged every day in various places, and Guan Yu is too lazy to intervene, presumably this honest tower boy will not be so stupid and willing to suffer a loss, Guan Yu thought to himself.

A few minutes later, the argument broke out, and the fat boy was angry, and stepped forward to give the tower-like boy a punch, and as a result, the tiger roared, and the big black man pulled the boss and his son, and smashed it with his fist

The big man of 1.9 meters, strong and tall, beat the boss and the fat boy in three or two strokes, Guan Yu tilted his head with a smile and looked at it, and did not say anything.

The fight was light, this boss should really beat Guan Yu pursed his lips and thought to himself.

As a result, the fists and feet suffered, and the fat boy was not convinced, so he violently ripped off the apron in front of him, and strode towards the back kitchen.

To upgrade, Guan Yu thought to himself.

Sure enough, I guessed correctly, after a while, the fat boy, with an angry look, carried a bone chopping knife for chopping ribs in his hand, and rushed out angrily.

"I'm cǎo, you're scaring Lao Tzu?" The big man watched the other party take out the bone chopping knife, not only did he not have the slightest timidity, he shouted, as if the ground was exploding, he stood up with a bang, pulled the canvas satchel neatly, and fished it out, and directly pulled out a machete about half a meter long.

"Come on...... Little Cub ...... Let's see if you can hack me to death, or if I can hack you to death your mother," said the big man, who took the lead and rushed forward angrily with a machete.

Hey, I'm going here, what kind of person is this guy carrying a satchel, and he actually has a machete in it, and I don't know it, and I thought it was a special trip to seek revenge

"Don't fight, stop Xiaoliang, you go back and put down the knife, young man, don't be impulsive, I don't want your money" The boss originally wanted to bully honest people and fool out this counterfeit coin, who would have thought ...... When he encountered such a fierce outlaw, he regretted it at the moment, and hurriedly waved his hand to persuade him.

However, the two vindictive roosters, each of them did not give in, and rushed directly towards each other with machetes, and it seemed that they were about to make a move

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