A certain gourmand who claimed to be the No. 1 food seller in Shanghai once gave an analogy to the old mandarin duck pavilion, saying that the old mandarin duck is a strange woman in the wind and moon field who does not sell her body, and she has a big name, and has always insisted that Jiang Taigong take the bait for fishing wishes.

Zhou Xiaoque stood in an elegant box in this legendary restaurant, leaning against the wall at the door, his hands around his chest and his eyes closed, ignoring the two sides who blew their beards and stared at the table and stared at each other, no one present knew the identity of this Yucheng robe brother, as for how he went from Gong Hongquan's confidant to Chen Fusheng's chess piece, the reason is probably only clear to himself and Ma Xianfo.

Eyes closed does not mean that ears are not good, Zhou Xiaoque quickly had a general understanding of the surnames of the two groups of people on the table through the scolding battle between the two sides, Chen Fusheng asked him to wait for Song Qinghua Although the feminine temperament is the same as the traitor Ma Xianfo, but the surname is the opposite, and the words and demeanor of people are full of a knife-burning fierceness, but he speaks very impulsively, and he also knows how to leave room for it, so as not to fight with the young man opposite who has one foot on the chair with a wine bottle on his sleeves and one foot, and this is called Jiang Ou. Typical unlearned and unskilled, belonging to an uneducated person who doesn't know how to hide needles in the scolding, Zhou Xiaoque listened to him roaring, and for no reason he missed Li Bo who still had some real skills, that guy put aside the spoiling of women, he was born to do great things, but unfortunately he met Chen Fusheng in Nanjing, Zhou Xiaoque sighed quietly and continued to be silent.

I really couldn't stand the noisy black smoke miasma, and it was determined that both sides were unlikely to go into battle shirtless, Zhou Xiaoque went to the bathroom to wash his face, looked up at his face in the mirror, and his left cheek seemed to ache faintly, it was Gong Xiaoju who slapped him seven or eight times in one breath before being taken to Yucheng by Ma Xianfo, that kind of pain was not skin pain to the bones, but pain from the inside, like someone was gently and slowly sawing at the heart with a soft knife, which was not fatal, but he couldn't find a reason to cry, so he could only hold back.

When Zhou Xiaoque returned to the box, Chen Fusheng had already sat down, Huang Yangshen was guarding the door, Fan Mouse was standing behind him, there was no majestic atmosphere, and he sat down quietly after apologizing for being late, when he entered the box, Song Qinghua and Jiang Ou both stopped arguing politely, and when he sat down, Song Qinghua had always respected Chen Fusheng, and stopped and deliberately saluted Chen Fusheng with a glass of wine. Jiang Ou, who is not afraid of the king of heaven, is still unrelentingly pointing at Song Qinghua's nose and scolding his mother, although the books that this quasi-Nanjing first-line son can read can be sold as new books, but he has been in the mess for many years, and he has learned a mouthful of swear words with amazing lethality, and even greets Song Qinghua and Song Qinghua's immediate family members, especially female members, Song Qinghua originally planned to sell Chen Fusheng a face to sit down and have a good talk, and after being angry, he started scolding again, mixed with a lot of Nanjing dialect slang.

In addition to Chen Fusheng at the wine table, there are three old friends of Jiang Ou who grew up in open crotch pants and a friend of Song Qinghua who can talk in black and white in Nanjing, there are not many people, there are only 7 people who have a place to sit, Chen Fusheng is not in a hurry, a plate of dumplings is appetizing in Xiangzhang Huaping, and the rest of the Western food is really not full, anyway, this meal is not his turn to pay, he simply let go of his hands and feet to eat and drink, and there is no ideological consciousness to mediate disputes at all. Zhou Xiaoque opened his eyes, he wanted to see how this young man who overturned Gong Ye would clean up the mess.

Jiang Ou's three sworn friends have not had anything to do with Chen Fusheng, and they have only heard a little about this old man Qian's extraordinary energy in Nanjing, but recently there has been a fork in the password bar, and there is a little bit of hearsay that Yu Hanliang, the dog king, wants to send a dyeing room to Chen Fusheng for a little color, and they really don't take Chen Fusheng too seriously, as for Chen Fusheng's showmanship in the charity auction, these peers have a little bit of a bad taste in their hearts. Jiang Ou has a very dominant second-tier boy brother in the circle, Chen Fusheng can still hold back before he arrives, as soon as the protagonist arrives, he immediately jumps out, Jiang Ou didn't smash out the wine bottle for a long time, but he suddenly got up, and threw the wine glass in his hand towards Song Qinghua, Song Qinghua, who was busy competing with Jiang Ou for a verbal battle with his saliva storage, didn't dodge it, with a red wine face, Chen Fusheng, who was sitting next to him, was also splashed, he hurriedly wiped it with a tissue, and didn't wait for him to say anything. That guy had already escalated directly to smashing the chair at Song Qinghua, and Chen Fusheng, who was already annoyed that he couldn't wipe the wine, said angrily: "Zhou Xiaoque! ”

Then the guy was pulled by Zhou Xiaoque's neckline, flew out directly upside down, and hit the wall with the chair in his hand, distorting a landscape painting, and Chen Fusheng, who was still there and worried about whether the suit would be scrapped, grinned and said with a bad face: "Damn, don't be ashamed of your face, I really think I'm a tide file." ”

Jiang Ou was stunned for a moment, and stopped talking, Chen Fusheng waved his hand to stop him from speaking, and said in a deep voice: "Jiang Shao, I didn't invite you to Lao Mandarin Duck today to come to see you arguing in front of me, the reason why I sit in this position is to treat you and Lao Song as friends, and I don't want the two of you to hurt the harmony, otherwise it is my business whether you two die or live." ”

The guy who was attacked by Zhou Xiaoque couldn't get up for a while, and he smashed out the chair in anger when he folded his face in public, and was split in half by Zhou Xiaoque's one-handed hand on the mahogany chair in the air, which scared a group of young men and brothers almost peed their crotch, Jiang Ou, who wanted to be mad, also swallowed the cruel words back to his stomach, Song Qinghua and his friends who were mixed with the underworld were also startled, Chen Fusheng looked at the young man who was stopped by Zhou Xiaoque and sneered: "This is nothing, don't really play hard with me, I'm not from a good background, and I don't have as many department-level fathers and grandfathers as you, but I'm only good at this fight and bloodletting. ”

Turning his head to look at Jiang Ou, who was a little unbearable on his face, Chen Fusheng had another face, with a smile, not hypocritical or sincere, "Jiang Shao, is there anything in this world that can't be talked about when you sit down and talk about it?" You, just sell me Chen Fusheng a few thin noodles, and spread the matter to Lao Song, as for whether you are satisfied in the end, don't worry, I can't die to ask the two of you to be mud bodhisattvas without the slightest anger, which green onion am I, Jiang Shao, do you say this is the reason? ”

Jiang Ou finally realized who was the protagonist in this box, from fighting in the game room in elementary school to fighting in the disco in junior high school to night games and various big scenes in the future, Jiang Ou was uneducated and unqualified, but no matter how blind he was, he also understood that the man around him was not as good at talking as he appeared on the surface, Jiang Ou calmed down, sat down and picked up a glass of wine and said with a smile: "Brother Chen, it's the knife that is ignorant, I'll punish myself for a cup on his behalf." ”

Chen Fusheng also drank a glass, his face was like a spring breeze, and he was really a master who could co-star in a wonderful scam with Zhou Jingsheng, as if he didn't have any mustard in his heart, and said with a smile: "Zhou Xiaoque, hurry up and let Jiang Shao's friend come back and sit down, don't fight and don't know each other, come on, come on, you also toast him with a glass of wine." ”

Zhou Xiaoque's eyes were cold, and his body did not move at all.

Chen Fusheng's smile did not decrease, his eyes slowly narrowed, he poured a glass of wine and put it on the table, and confronted Zhou Xiaoque silently.

In the end, it turned out to be Zhou Xiaoque who honestly walked to Chen Fusheng's side, took the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, covered the glass on the table, and then returned to the door to close his eyes and recuperate.

Fan Mouse glanced at Zhou Xiaoque, this promising young man's Qi cultivation kung fu seemed to have reached another level, interesting and interesting.

Next, Chen Fusheng carrot stick played both the role of the bustard and the turtle to talk about it, and finally calmed down a gambling battle that had no substantive meaning, and finally at Chen Fusheng's suggestion, Jiang Ou took a step back to calm the matter, and Song Qinghua took two steps back to give Jiang Ou a stake as compensation, and promised to help Jiang Ou introduce the most punctual kneeling in Lianyungang in the future. But the so-called shareholding is actually a little bit of capital operation, which is equivalent to giving Jiang Ou half a cash cow for nothing, Song Qinghua almost handed over a very famous Nanjing sauna field to Jiang Ou to take care of, both sides did not suffer a big loss, Lao Song found Chen Fusheng and picked out the bottom line, Chen Fusheng did not embarrass him in the end, and it was barely said that the three parties were happy.

Jiang Ou and his gang took the lead in leaving the Old Mandarin Duck Pavilion, and Song Qinghua and his friends specially toasted Chen Fusheng before leaving, of course, they didn't forget to settle the bill.

"Sit down." Chen Fusheng called Huang Yangshen into the box and looked at Zhou Xiaoque, motioning for him to pick a place for himself.

Zhou Xiaoque ignored it with a straight face.

"Zhu Yeqing wants to kill you, but I didn't agree. Speaking with a conscience, it means that I will help you pick up a life. Chen Fusheng said with a smile.

Zhou Xiaoque frowned, he didn't expect that there was such a layer in the middle, thinking of Zhu Yeqing's outrageous and miserable style, Chen Fusheng didn't seem to be "asking for credit".

"Zhou Xiaoque, do you think that after Zhu Yeqing bleaches and digests Gong Hongquan's industry, will Gong Xiaoju remain? Or to put it more simply, will Ma Xian Buddha leave a time bomb by his side? Chen Fusheng sneered, leaned back in the chair and smoked a cigarette, "I don't care if Gong Xiaoju lives or dies, what do you think?" Is there anything you'd like to say? ”

Zhou Xiaoque is at war with heaven and man.

"Face is really valuable, and the man has gold under his knees." Chen Fusheng suddenly sighed, looked up at the ceiling, remembered the stumbles and bumps along the way, inexplicably bitter, and then suddenly gave birth to a sense of pride, because he remembered that night there was a woman on the swallow rock who was the most important in his life and said that she wanted to accompany him to see the picturesque country.

What kind of magnificent picture is the picturesque country, Chen Fusheng doesn't understand, but he looks forward to it.

Zhou Xiaoque gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Chen." ”

How much is this Brother Chen worth? How much does the serving weigh?

Anyway, Huang Yangshen and Fan Mouse were shocked, and Chen Fusheng spit out the smoke ring, snuffed out the cigarette butt, and laughed with his teeth and claws.

(To be continued)