When Yao Hongyi was shocked, his eyes were full of surprise. Then he nodded vigorously and said to him, "Don't worry, Mr. Duan. Within three days, I will hand over the new contract to you, and you will be satisfied!"

After Duan Chen left, Yao Hongyi sat on the chair and took a deep breath. Looking at Ah Fu, who could move his body, he stood up from the ground and said, "Ah Fu, if you deal with Duan Chen with Ah Hu, how can you be sure?"

Ah Fu looked down at the steel needle that stretched out of his stomach without a trace of blood, trembled, and said to Yao Hongyi in a deep voice: "I'm afraid you can't even touch the other party's horns, right?"

Yao Hongyi trembled, looked at Ah Fu in disbelief, and said, "Duan Chen is so powerful?"

Ah Fu sighed and said to him with a wry smile: "Master, you are not a samurai. You don't know how much pressure I have to deal with him. It's really high! It's not good! I'm sorry!"

Yao Hongyi wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and made up his mind. In the days to come, Duan Chen must be as polite as Yan Zhen and do his best to win over such a person. He would never let such a person become his enemy!

There are only two days off in a month. Early in the morning, Duan Chen returned to the dormitory of the automobile repair shop in the western suburbs. There are two buildings and two 402 units. This is Duan Zhen's home, and the only property his father left him.

The real hometown is Xiaoduanzhuang, a small mountain village about 100 miles southwest of Suicheng, but it has not been back for many years. This ancestral house has been inhabited by several families for a long time.

Duanchen was born in Xiao Duanzhuang, but grew up in Che Aku's dormitory. So he's very familiar with the field. Instead of going home immediately, he drove his second-hand car to Xihua Street, where Duan Chen's mother, Xu Zhihui, sold breakfast.

From a distance, there is a food truck at the third fork. A simply-dressed woman is busy wearing a mask and disposable gloves.

A short and fat woman stood in the car, holding ten yuan in her hand, handed it over from the crowd, and kept shouting: "Ah Hui, bring me three lotus seed bags and three fan bags!"

There are a lot of buyers. Xu Zhihui took other people's money first. After packing and sending out what they wanted ahead of time, the short, fat woman had no money left in her hands. She still stretched out her hand to Xu Zhihui and said, "Give."

As soon as the fat woman turned her head, she saw a thin young man standing beside her, looking at her coldly, suddenly angry, pointing at Chen Duan's nose and saying, "Which eye do you see that the old lady doesn't give money? Do you think that old lady will ask for six steamed buns for six yuan? Where did you come from? Here four my mother? Do you know how many breads I ate? When did she lose a penny?"

Duan Chen, who was standing next to her, looked at the little fat woman coldly and said, "I don't think you gave me money with both eyes." I just handed it over and pretended. Then I put it in the pocket of your right pants with my left hand. I'm going to hit you with ten dollars in your pocket, and you're missing a dime. I don't believe you're going to take it out in front of so many people!"

The short and fat woman's face immediately turned red, and some fierce inner stubble glared at Duan Chen and shouted, "Who are you, let me see it, and I'll pull it out?" Why should I listen to you? Believe it or not, I'm going to rip your mouth open and let you talk nonsense here. You ask Ah Hui if I have any money......"

"Yes, I did. My sister-in-law is a regular customer. When didn't she pay? Sister-in-law, don't pay attention to that bastard. He is the second child in our family. Xu Zhihui looked at Duan Chen and handed the six buns to the little fat man.

Unexpectedly, the red sister-in-law scolded angrily: "Forget it, I don't want steamed buns, and I don't want money." "I don't care about the ten-dollar dollar-eight-dollar penny, which means I care about reputation! I don't want to eat this steamed bun!" After saying that, he scolded and left.

Duan Chen frowned and walked in front of Xu Zhihui. He helped her collect the money and complained, "Mom, that big boy didn't give the money." I can see it very clearly! You have to buy her the money to buy steamed buns. It's not strange to die in such a business!"

Xu Zhihui handed the guest a bag of steamed buns, looked at him and said, "Yes! Your eyes are very good and you can see very clearly." Your mother is blind! I've been buying steamed buns for three years. If you had a voice like that, she probably wouldn't be back today!"

Xu Zhihui sighed, shook her head and said, "She doesn't often do this. She often fooled herself with change and gave her some steamed buns to eat. Now I want to exchange money, not only to eat steamed buns for nothing, but also to have a few change, and I am getting more and more greedy!"

Duan Chen smiled and said, "Such a person will not be whipped. Your kindness fuels her greed, and she should have been stopped from the beginning!" What's more, my mom doesn't make her own sunny breakfast anymore. This is not a person who cannot stand on his own. There's no need!"

"Stop talking! Go and help me deliver these ten steamed buns to the porridge shop in the back. A customer in a plaid shirt wanted them! Xu Zhihui handed Duan Chen a bag with a bun in it.

Behind him, there is a row of antechambers selling food. There are a variety of noodle shops, porridge shops, and noodle shops. Duan Chen walked to the door of the porridge shop with the steamed buns. At a glance, he saw the man in the plaid shirt sitting at the table by the door. He walked over and handed him the steamed buns and said, "Boss, I sent the steamed buns you wanted!"

"Get out!" A burst of spicy drink flowed out of it. The tall woman sitting on the counter was covered in blood. She stared at Duan Chen, waved her hand like a beggar and said, "Take your things away and get out of here!" I sell porridge here. Who told you to bring the steak

Duan Chen frowned, looked at the porridge shop owner inexplicably and said, "If you sell porridge, I'll give you steamed buns." "What's wrong with you?"

An oily man came out of it. He was tall and thin, a bit like a bamboo pole. He scolded Duan Chen: "You brought me the steamed buns of the stinky girl who sells breakfast on the roadside, right? What do you mean by giving steamed buns? Ask the woman if she wants me to stand next to her car and shout out my porridge?"

"You'd better pay attention to your words and swear before you swear. Let me listen to half of the dirty words, and I'll wash you up!" Duan Chen looked at the thin bamboo pole coldly and said.

"Ouch, I'm afraid of you!" How dare you fight with me! I didn't bother that woman at the door every day. Do I really think that my Zhong family is a bully? The thin bamboo pole rolled up his sleeves and stared at Duan Chen.

Customers dressed in tartan clothes hurriedly gathered around and said to the owner of the porridge shop, "I'm going to take these steamed buns home for the children, don't be here!"

The landlady laughed at the plaid shirt: "That's not good! Where are you going to eat and bring your own food? By the way, boss? Also, why did you buy her steamed buns? It's not clean, you know? Who saw what she put in it? Even if she spits, you don't know, do you?"

Let's catch this murderer and don't let him run away!"

In the porridge shop, the proprietress patted her thighs and howled like a pig, provoking a large crowd of onlookers.

The boss also lay on the ground and straightened the body. Duan Chen knew that he didn't use Zheng Xuan Qi at all just now, otherwise he would really be a corpse lying on the ground now!

"Duan Chen, I'll let you send a bun. How can you fight with someone?" Xu Zhihui's angry voice came from outside the door. At this moment, she took off her mask and revealed a beautiful face, despite her fear of wrinkles. However, although her skin is white, it is no longer as delicate as a young girl, but it has traces of age, adding a more mature charm.