In Chang'an, Yongzhou, the hour was still early, and the cold air of the night had not dissipated, and the smoke and dust produced by the indispensable heating of the big cities in the north raised a pale yellow fog, or haze.

The small vendors on the street took up their positions early, and the low tables were set out, and the milky white soybean milk utensils, the boiling soup pot with pasta, the steaming heat, mixed with the heat wave rising from the oil pot with all kinds of golden snacks such as fritters, and the haze from the chimney, all kinds of breaths were mixed together, and this became life.

Wang Anguo, the owner of the vendor, was busy kneading, cutting, stretching, frying and a series of uncomplicated but skill-testing tasks, while his wife was busy serving the guests who came to eat at various tables, chatting with a smile on his face from time to time.

Most of these customers are regular customers, and across the street, hundreds of people live in the whole building, and they don't come out all day, and they don't know what they are busy with.

However, since these people came here, their business has also improved a lot, which also makes the wife very kind to these young people, and after getting acquainted, they will talk a little bit.

His wife carried a large plate of high, golden and crispy fritters, several bowls of milky steaming soy milk, and a small plate of pickled and refreshing side dishes such as shredded cabbage and shredded radish.

"Young man? What do you do? I didn't see anyone all day, and it was only when I was eating that I was a little popular······"

While placing fried dough sticks, soy milk, and refreshing side dishes on the table one by one, he chatted with a few young people on the table with a smile. As she spoke, she didn't forget to pick up a rag and wipe some water stains off the table.

"Auntie, we're a game studio, we play games every day, and we don't go out much." The young man at the head replied casually, but his eyes were all on the golden fritters and milky white soybean juice.

He just got out of the game and his stomach was empty, and when he saw these delicacies, he couldn't help but salivate.

"Eat, eat, see you're hungry, the bean juice is not enough, add it yourself, don't need money!"

"Okay, thank you, auntie."

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"Shi Ping! Stop! ”

With a bang, the glass door that had been thrown open made a loud noise, accompanied by a sudden and high-pitched scream, which immediately startled several young people who were preparing to eat.

The voice was coming from the direction of their game studio, and they hurriedly looked up, a burly middle-aged man with serious facial features was leaving the studio with a large suitcase, he pursed his lips, and walked outside without saying a word.

"Drunkard Boss ······" Several young people recognized the man's identity with complicated expressions on their faces.

The studio was crowded, and a woman hurried over in high heels, with heavy makeup and heavy clothes, her slender figure could not be concealed under heavy clothes, and her beautiful face was a little distorted because of anxious hysteria.

Seeing that she couldn't catch up with the drunkard who didn't look back in front of her, she stopped and said angrily, "Shi Ping!" You're just gone? Is it a man! ”

The drunkard finally stopped, he turned his head, his pupils reflected the woman in front of the door, and the crowd hurrying behind him, he suppressed the anger in his heart, and sneered, "Heh! How? My studio was sold by you, and I am still responsible for you to count the money for you? ”

Hearing this, Chen Yuting's facial expression was a little unnatural, and she just wanted to speak, but the people surrounding her finally rushed over.

"Brother-in-law, it's not right for you to say that. When we first built the studio, everyone had a contribution, but you just took more shares. How did the studio become yours? ”

The drunkard's eyes fell on Chen Yuting's back, and he walked unhurriedly towards the face of the young man who came forward, the young man's appearance was vaguely similar to his sister, and he looked proud.

When he was young and righteous, when he established the studio, he wanted to take care of everyone and share the blessings, so he dispersed the shares. Unexpectedly, what he did at the beginning actually created the current scene, and he didn't expect that the woman he originally loved would team up with her brother to seize everything in the studio.

It's really a cocoon······

The drunkard looked at the hurried crowd, most of them looked ashamed, and the drunkard avoided his gaze wherever he looked, not wanting to look at him.

The drunkard sighed lightly in his heart, and he also knew that most of the studio members here were different from him, they all signed contracts, and if they wanted to leave, they had to pay sky-high fees for breach of contract.

Looking at these brothers who couldn't help themselves and accompanied him all the way, the drunkard thought about it and said,

"The black fox is not a good thing, it is ruthless, and the merger of the studio and the fox hunting is tantamount to seeking skin ······ with the tiger"

"Alright, alright! Put away your set. Half-Step Hell waved his hand impatiently, "The studio is not yours, so don't worry about it." Either continue to work in the studio honestly, and Lao Tzu will not treat you badly, or just get out of the way, such a big studio is not worse than you. "Anyway, I've already torn my face, so there's nothing to scruple about.

"Huh." The drunkard looked at Chen Yuting, who had not spoken, "Sure enough, I have raised a good brother." ”

"Do it yourself!"

Naturally, he couldn't be insulted here again, and the drunkard's eyes finally fell on the half-step hell, shook his head, and then left without hesitation with his suitcase.

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The young men who were still eating at the breakfast stall had mixed eyes, they watched the drama unfold in front of them, watched the drama end, the drunkard boss left lonely, and the half-step hell beckoned everyone to turn the glass door and return to the studio.

"You say, is it unorthodox for us to do this?" One of the young men hesitated.

"Well, what can we do." The young man next to him sighed heavily, his tone was full of helplessness, "Our contract period has not expired, and now we are leaving with the drunkard boss, and we will definitely have to pay a sky-high default fee······"

When it came to the breach fee, the young man who had spoken out stopped talking, he was preparing to marry his girlfriend, everything would cost money, and the signing fee of up to 7 figures was not at all what he could imagine.

"Forget it, forget it, don't think about it, eat and eat!" The man who had just spoken was also a little irritated, and he shook his head and didn't think much more.

But when he looked at the bean juice fritters that he had thought were delicious a few minutes ago, he now had no appetite.

"I took a closer look just now, and it seems that the drunkard boss and Feng Nanming boss are not there······"

"I'm afraid to meet the drunkard boss······ Alas, we are all sorry for him······"

"Alas······ Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read······"