What is Yang Qingfeng or the current Yang Cong doing when he enters the restaurant with a wooden stick, is he going to rush in and beat people when he sees them?

Of course not, he's not the stunned guy he used to be, he won't do such an arrogant thing.

He wanted to use this as a test to test that if the person who struck his stick or his accomplices was still in the restaurant, he would probably show a panicked expression when he saw his posture, so that he could determine who had done the good deeds.

It's a pity that no one showed a panicked expression when he walked into the restaurant, everyone just looked at him in surprise, and some even subconsciously pinched their noses.

This guy is holding a flat pole for picking up dung in a thatched house in the backyard, many people know it, and basically everyone who has been in the thatched house in the backyard has seen it.

Everyone is eating and drinking, and this thing actually walked in with a flat pole that picks up a lot of dung, can it be a little more fucked?

However, no one dared to come forward to ask him, and no one dared to scold him, because there were very few people in Hui'an City who didn't know this Yang family's eldest young master, and even if they didn't know him, someone would warn them not to go up and provoke this loser.

The stick in his hand is not terrible, what is terrible is his family's money, which is enough to kill everyone here!

Yang Cong saw that no one on the first floor showed a strange expression, and he was not discouraged in his heart, because this floor was full of ordinary rich people, and he didn't believe that these people dared to knock on his stick, and those who dared to offend him should be on the second floor.

He carried his shoulder up to the second floor and walked to the seat where he had been drinking, while secretly watching the expressions of the others.

This second floor is different from the lobby on the first floor, there are quite exquisite large round tables on it, and each round table is separated by a half-height exquisite railing, and there are some flowers and plants in the middle, which looks quite elegant.

At this time, the seats on the second floor were almost full, and there were many people, but no one showed any panicked expressions.

Could it be that the person who knocked the sticks has already left, or that the people who beat the sticks have nothing to do with the diners in the restaurant?

Unlikely.

Yang Cong slowly walked into the original seat with a puzzled expression, there were about a dozen people in this seat, but there were only three or four people sitting at the table, and the others were their entourage, so they could only stand aside with their hands down.

His arrival suddenly made the whole seat unsightly, because he was holding a flat pole that carried a lot of dung.

As soon as Yang Cong came over, they got up one after another and asked, "Brother Cong, what's wrong with you?" ”

Yang Cong snorted coldly, sat directly on the main seat, and then threw the flat shoulder to the ground, and shouted: "Huzi." ”

A burly and scary young man in the entourage next to him immediately came up and arched his hand: "Big young master, what do you command?" ”

This tiger's name is Peng Fu, nicknamed Fat Tiger, is his entourage guard, just because he went to pee, he didn't let Fat Tiger follow, and as a result, he was knocked with a stick.

Yang Cong pretended to have a fiery expression, and directly stuffed the flat pole into the fat tiger's hand, and then shouted: "Take it." ”

Peng Fu stretched out his fingers the thickness of a carrot, pinched the flat pole, looked at it carefully, thought about it again, and then said carefully: "My father won't let me pick up big dung, otherwise it will not be good to follow the eldest young master with a stench." ”

This guy, if you don't want to pick up, you just say it, and your father will say it.

This retinue is not an ordinary subordinate, because they follow the master all year round, which is equivalent to the master's right-hand man, so the relationship between the master and the entourage is generally very good, even better than the relationship between relatives, so Peng Fu dared to bargain with Yang Cong so tactfully.

Of course, Yang Cong didn't let this thing pick up big dung, he rolled his eyes and continued to drink: "Your father didn't say that he wouldn't let you help Young Master Ben beat people." ”

Beating people, that's his job, his duty is just two words.

Who wants to bully the eldest young master and beat him.

Whoever the eldest young master wants to bully, beat him.

Fat Tiger shook his head firmly and said, "I didn't say it." ”

That's good, Yang Cong raised his voice and shouted: "Take the stick, I'm ready to help Young Master Ben beat people!" ”

With that, he looked up.

His trick is called knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger, because he is not completely sure that the person who knocks the sticker or his accomplices is not in the restaurant, after all, some people have a relatively strong psychological quality, and it is very likely that they will not be able to scare them with a wooden stick.

The effect of this Peng Fu is different, because this kid looks like a powerful one, and with a wooden stick with a thick arm in his hand, it is normal to knock people to death, if the person who just knocked him on the second floor is on the second floor, it is estimated that he will tremble with fright.

Unexpectedly, there was still no one on the entire second floor who showed a frightened expression, most of them looked at this side inexplicably, and some even showed a gloating expression.

Could it be that the man who knocked him on the stick is really gone?

He asked a little unwillingly: "Monkey, did anyone here follow Young Master Ben to the thatched house just now?" ”

This monkey's name is Hou Zhitan, nicknamed Thin Monkey, and he is also his entourage, but it is not a guard type, but a master type, that is, to help him come up with ideas.

When Hou Zhitan, who was thin in the entourage next to him, heard this, he immediately came up, secretly pointed behind him with his finger, and then said softly: "The two strong men in black over there, one of them followed the young master to the backyard soon after he got up." ”

Hey, there are really people on the second floor who follow him to the thatched house.

However, the table that Hou Zhitan refers to is not easy to mess with, because the table is Wang Rui, the son of Wang Fu, the county magistrate, and the sons of several gentry in the county, although these guys are not as rich as him, but they are all more famous gentry in Hui'an, and their power is not worse than his family.

These guys are indeed a little suspicious, because there are not many people in Hui'an City who dare to offend themselves, except for the county order, and these guys.

However, they have always been well water and do not interfere with river water, so why do these guys suddenly want to knock themselves on their stuffy sticks?

Yang Cong looked curiously at the table diagonally opposite, Wang Rui, the pawn's son, and several gentry sons, he knew them, and there was a young man in Chinese clothes who he didn't know, and these guys all looked at him with mockery on their faces.

Is this expression really what they did?

If he is replaced by Yang Cong, who used to do less and more, it is estimated that Peng Fu will be able to go up and beat people at this time, these guys are not easy to mess with, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't dare to provoke, his head was almost opened, what else dare not, go up, support them!

However, at this time, "Yang Cong" was no longer the original Yang Cong, he did not immediately let Peng Fu do it, but asked a few rich young masters at the same table: "Who is the one wearing the flower clothes, do you know each other?" ”

Actually, the boy at that table was not wearing a flower dress, but the color of the clothes was a little bright, and several rich young masters at the same table knew who he was talking about, but they didn't know that guy, and several rich young masters shook their heads and said they didn't know.

There's something strange about this, no one knows it, where did this thing come from?

This guy looks like a gentleman, Wang Rui nodded in front of him, he should be very famous, right, is this guy the son of a certain official in Fucheng?

He was puzzled, Wang Rui suddenly bowed his hand to the boy in flowery clothes and said: "Chen Gongzi, do you know, Liu Bei's mount Lu can understand people's words, one day Liu Bei was in distress, and he was full of mouth in a panic, as if making a fuss, no one else understood, only Lu understood his meaning, and carried him to escape, and the people of the time praised it: The horse's Zhizhang!" ”

"Horse's Zhizhang!"

"Hahahaha!"

When the sons at that table heard this, they laughed unscrupulously, and the Chinese Gongzi Chen stared at Yang Cong and mocked: "Ma's Zhizhang, that's a good point!" Is this a mentally retarded, a pariah actually wants to climb the eldest lady of the Zhang family in Dongling, and he doesn't know what virtue he has to pee. ”

When Yang Cong heard this, his eyes couldn't help narrowing.

, so arrogant!

He understood, it was this guy who instructed people to knock on the stick, and those two strong men in black clothes should be his personal entourage.