Chapter Seventy-Four: A Noodle Restaurant
The night in the capital is still very prosperous, especially in the second ring road, Wangfu Street is crowded.
Now that I'm in the capital, the U disk thing has come to an end, and it's too boring to rush back in a hurry.
"Whatever you say, you have to try the food."
Lan Mu walked from the street to the end of the street, what beef offal, belly, fried dumplings, sheep and scorpions...... He tasted everything that looked good, but the more he ate, the hungrier he became.
Eventually, he sat down at a kebab shop and sat at a table in the open air, ready to fill his stomach.
He is now eating more and more, and his digestive function is extremely strong, so he asked for two catties of skewers to eat to relieve his hunger.
Another three catties of beef and mutton, eating and drinking beer.
Alone, eat deliciously.
"Buzz ......"
Suddenly, Lan Mu felt the phone vibrate, and took it out casually to see that it was Fang Moqi.
After he saved Fang Moqi's phone, he didn't call once, but he didn't expect him to call first.
"Hello? I'm Lan Mu. β
"You were at Du's house yesterday?" Fang Moqi got straight to the point.
"Hmm...... Aren't you there too? Lan Mu said with a smile.
"I'm ...... Forget it, don't talk about this. Can you do me a favor? Fang Moqi's love seems to be very low.
Lan Mu was naturally happy to see that he didn't mention last night's incident, and said with a smile: "Of course, we are friends. β
"Let me first explain that this matter is very dangerous, I think you are better than me, so I dare to ask you for help. If you don't want to go, just don't say it, if you're willing to help me with this, I'll give you the big villa in Sheshan Royal Garden. Fang Moqi said seriously.
Lan Mu's eyes froze, Fang Moqi said that it was a very dangerous thing, naturally it was not simple.
Lan Mu thought to himself, isn't it about containment?
"What the hell is going on? You've helped me so much, don't you have to say it so much, don't I have a house to live in? Missing you this villa? Lan Mu said angrily.
Fang Moqi smiled softly and said, "Okay! It was inconvenient on the phone, where are you? We're looking for you. β
"I'm in the capital, so I don't have to be so troublesome...... I'll go back to the magic capital tomorrow. β
Fang Moqi said, "Are you in the capital?" Great, I'm in the capital too! Where are you? β
"Huh? I'm ...... on Wangfu Street" Lan Mu looked at the opposite side and read the signboard: "Opposite the noodle restaurant......"
"I'll be there soon!" After speaking, Fang Moqi hung up.
Lan Mu put away the phone and waited while eating.
He felt strange when he looked at the "idle noodle restaurant".
The noodle shop opposite is different, and at this point in the evening, when the night market is hot, it is closed and closed.
And that's not the strangest thing, what's even stranger is that there are eight people queuing at the door.
No one else's store is open, what are you lining up?
Lan Mu was puzzled, and at this moment, a young man about ten ** years old walked over, carrying a bag in his hand and walked straight to the door of the store.
"You're open!"
"Yes! I'm hungry. β
"Han Yi, we've been waiting for two hours! Hurry up and have a bowl of egg noodles! The eight people who were waiting were full of joy.
The young man smiled slightly, opened the door and ushered everyone in.
Lan Mu said secretly: "Could it be that the noodles in this house are particularly delicious?" I'm going to try it too. β
He quickly ate the skewers on the table, checked out and walked into the noodle shop opposite.
When he went in, he found that the eight people seemed to know each other, sitting together at the table, and as soon as Lan Mu entered, everyone looked at him.
"There's no place, let's get out!" A young man in a black T-shirt said.
"Isn't that there?" Lan Mu saw that there were still four empty tables in the noodle restaurant, and sat down at one of the tables.
Unexpectedly, the eight people all sneered, and the man in the black T-shirt said with a cut sound.
"Yo he, another ****, don't you know how to read?" After speaking, he pointed to a sign at the door.
Lan Mu looked over and saw that the sign was a foot long, with black letters on a red background: "Only eight people are entertained every day, except for those with anorexia." β
"Only eight people a day?" Lan Mu was speechless, this broken store still has this rule?
The eight people were obviously regulars, and the man in the black T-shirt volunteered to walk to Lan Mu's table.
"Come on! Go out on your own! Don't let me do it! β
Lan Mu looked at him funny, and said in his heart that I sat down and this is in your way?
"This boss says yes, if he says eight people, there are eight people, you should hurry up early tomorrow!"
"That's not right, the eight of us brothers will always come here to eat, and you're here."
Lan Mu smiled and said, "Open the door to do business, and you will occupy other people's stores?" β
"Sensei nonsense! It's none of your share! β
Seeing that the man in the black T-shirt reached out to pull him, Lan Mu blocked it with his left hand, quickly pinched the man's ring finger, broke it hard, and his wrist sank.
"Hey...... Yo yo ......"
The black T-shirt man's fingers were wrenched, and the person could only sink down one piece, and suddenly knelt on the ground.
This trick Lan Mu learned from Sanda Club in college before, and he can't really use it, but it's still okay to bluff people.
Seeing that his companions were at a loss, the other seven rushed over.
"Stop!"
Seeing that he was going to fight, Lan Mu frowned, he might not be able to win eight in a real fight, and he would definitely suffer.
At this moment, the young man from before walked out with two bowls of noodles and said coldly.
"To eat or not to eat? If you don't eat I'm poured! β
The group of people smelled the fragrance of noodles and hurriedly drooled: "Eat, eat, eat!" β
The boy brought eight bowls of noodles in turn, and the other seven people ran to the table to feast.
The man in the black T-shirt was still kneeling on the ground with his fingers pinched, and said angrily: "Come and help!" β
The young man frowned and walked over and said, "Don't fight in the store, go out and fight." β
"When you enter my shop, you have to follow my rules!"
"I set up the rules, you all forgot about it!"
The young man said this with a cold face, and he was quite imposing, and the seven people were well-behaved and did not dare to come forward to help.
Lan Mu smiled, then let go of his hand, and the man in the black T-shirt stood up with his fingers covered and shouted, "Han Yi, he did it in your store!" You saw it too! him! β
The young man looked at Lan Mu and said, "I'll just be here for the first time, and I don't know the rules......"
Halfway through his words, the young man suddenly reached out and grabbed Lan Mu's collar, and the shot was so fast that Lan Mu didn't have time to hide.
"We don't accept the ninth person, please!"
After speaking, as soon as he used his hand, he was going to drag Lan Mu out.
Lan Mu stood up suddenly, directly shook the chair, and reached out to grab the young man.
He was now human, with average strength and speed, but the boy's eyes widened and he suddenly let go and stepped back.
Gai because Lan Mu instinctively glared at him just now, and a sinister aura shook the young man.
Lan Mu has been killed by a hundred people unconsciously, and his temperament naturally carries a kind of murderous aura that is condensed but not dispersed, this kind of aura is mysterious and mysterious, it is not a real qi, but a kind of momentum. Momentum is cultivated, and if you do too many things, you will naturally develop a unique spirit over the years, which can basically be reflected with a look.
The senior official has been in a high position all the year round, so he will naturally cultivate the momentum of the superior.
If you do a lot of good deeds, you will naturally have a unique affinity.
Wicked people do too many bad things, and one glance at others will make people think that you are fierce.
As for the hunters, if they kill too much, there will be a kind of predator's oppression, and for the weaker prey, they will even be frightened to wait for death.
has been at the top of the food chain for a long time, and he may not feel it with a smile on his face, but once Lan Mu's expression becomes fierce, it is undoubtedly a shock for people with keen perception.
The young man looked at Lan Mu solemnly, his muscles tensed, and he felt that he was being targeted by a beast.
"If you don't eat it, you won't eat it, and I can't force you to cook noodles. I'll just sit down, okay? Lan Mu said expressionlessly.
The young man couldn't figure out the details of Lan Mu, but his feelings told him that this person was dangerous, very dangerous!
After hesitating for two seconds, the boy said, "Whatever you want......"
After speaking, the young man sat on the stool at the kitchen door and looked at Lan Mu.
Lan Mu ignored him, put the chair away, and sat back down.
The man in the black T-shirt was stunned for a moment, he knew that the young man was not only delicious in making noodles, but also had good skills. As far as the rules of his broken store are concerned, he used to often offend customers, so naturally some people will make trouble, and the T-shirt man himself is one. The boss has no skills, how dare he make rules?
Since the troublemakers were taught a lesson by the teenager, they have all been honest. Queue up to eat noodles in a regular manner, or don't dare to come again.
But when it was Lan Mu's turn, why did he suddenly stop? Why make an exception? Do you want the rules?
"Korean translation? That's it? The man in the black T-shirt naturally couldn't see the confrontation between the two just now, and he felt that the strength and speed of Lan Mu's shot were definitely not comparable to the Korean translation.
This is indeed the case, Lan Mu also knew that he was really fighting, and he was by no means Han Yi's opponent, but he killed more people than him, which scared him.
Han Yi's rules were made an exception today, and he was already unhappy, and the man in the black T-shirt dared to mention it again, which made him impatient.
"Do you eat or not? Don't eat and roll! β
Han Yi frowned coldly, and the man in the black T-shirt thought of his previous experience of beating himself violently, and hurriedly sat down on the table to eat noodles, but his eyes looked at Lan Mu viciously.
"Damn, you're in luck, boy! You've got a way out of this door! β
"I'll make you look good when you leave the store!"
The man in the black T-shirt didn't dare to fight in the store, so he could only say cruel words to save some face.
Doing it in the store, he was afraid that Han Yi would beat him. But he didn't know that Han Yi didn't dare to do it, because he was afraid that Lan Mu would kill him!
Lan Mu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and took out his mobile phone to swipe the studio's official WeChat. It's been a month, and the studio is still unknown, and the attention is just about a dozen more people.
Han Yi sat at the kitchen door and guarded, his eyes locked on Lan Mu.
He couldn't figure out what this person was coming from, his shot was weak and weak, but the momentum was compelling, and the fierce Cheng DΓΉ was by no means enough to kill a few people, at least there must be more than twenty!
Mom, this is a murder, a big case, and an important case!
Such a master sitting in the store, playing with his mobile phone? What the hell is he going to do?