"Not only are they not my friends, but they all used to have an enmity against me, and they want to cramp and peel me..."The fat man said as he picked up the wine glass and took a big sip of it, and his two eyes looked at the bald head who was standing in front of the stove not far away, and the ruthlessness in his eyes made Feng Yan suddenly feel that the so-called Fa Xiao sitting next to him was so strange......

"Come, dry this cup, I'll tell you slowly......" Feng Yan, who came back from a trance, found that the fat man at this time naturally switched expressions, and was looking at himself with a smile......

"Today I just found out that you have indeed changed a lot over the years......" Feng Yan picked up the wine glass and said this inexplicably, and then poured all the wine in the glass into his mouth, and the fat man didn't think much about it, looking at Feng Yan who was holding his head up and gulping down the wine, he also began to pour it violently......

"Ah...... Cool...... It's been a long time since I've had this pleasure...... Why are you looking at me like that? I have flowers on my face......"

"Huh...... Fatty, they all say that time can't dilute the truth, but time can really make us not have to chat together, I don't know your friends, you don't know most of my friends, what have you experienced in the past few years, I don't know, you don't know my life, what worries you have in the first few years, what you don't understand, what new plans will tell me, listen to my opinions, even if we meet and talk about inconsequential topics in the past two years, we have never said that we care about each other's lives, I really feel that life is so cruel now......"

"Look at your set of poems, can you compare with now when you were a child, aren't everyone busy now...... But then again, it's true, if you think about my life in the past few years, it really feels like a dream, I don't feel like I'm living at all, maybe this is the real life. ”

"Alas...... We're all slaves to money...... It's so much to lose for it......"

"Don't complain in front of me...... Yes...... You're much better than me, at least you have a capable father, what do you want to do, you have your parents behind you to support you and pave the way, what about me? It is not necessary to call the heavens and the earth, and the earth is not spiritual, so that they can only rely on themselves...... Tell me, what should I do in my family? What can I do? I have no education, I have no backer, I can only come out and mix in society, at that time I often told myself, either die on the street, a hundred, or turn this road into your own shortcut......" The fat man paused slightly, took a big sip of the wine glass and continued: "The same is to play society, at that time, some of the people we played together were out of the way, engaged in pornography, gambling and drugs, and had already bought a garage, I resolutely resisted those things, so I spent two years turning myself into a street rat, Later, I really felt that this road was going to be walked to death by myself, once, also in the casserole stall, one of my seniors said, in our Taixian Dao'er is qualified to wave the flag with the younger brother and be recognized, there are only two kinds of people, one is a rich person, the other is a person with real ability, how to prove that you have real ability? Fifteen years ago, there was a senior who smashed the casserole stall of this night market from west to east and back from east to east with his bare hands......"

"Smashing things? What is this called? Feng Yan couldn't help but interrupt him when he heard the fat man say that the so-called "real ability" was to smash the casserole stand.

"Brother, you don't come here to drink a lot of bars, haven't you noticed that the bosses here have anything special?" The fat man didn't directly tell Feng Yan the reason, but deliberately played a dumb riddle for Feng Yan,

"What? I usually come here to eat, so why should I pay attention to the boss? ”

"Then have you noticed that the owners of more than a dozen casserole stalls here are all thirty-five or sixty-one years old? And they have tattoos on their arms, chest, back, calves, and other parts that are easy to be exposed? Think about it, if people of such age have tattoos, what would they do when they were young? ”

"Uh...... I understand...... It makes sense, it makes sense, it makes sense, the people who can get tattoos more than 20 years ago must be people in society, that is to say, the people who can open shops here are basically from mixed social backgrounds? …… Thinking about it this way, smashing their store empty-handed is really commendable. ”

"No one has dared to do that for fifteen years since that senior made a name for himself at the casserole stand, so ...... I was determined to take this opportunity, and I smashed it in the middle......"

"The result?"

"As a result, I was opened by the first one, and went directly to the hospital, and I came again after being discharged, but as soon as I opened the smash, I was pulled out by the person called by the boss and beaten up, and then the third, fourth, and fifth times...... The sixth time, I already had a little brother in my hand, at that time I brought eight people, the guy and came again, this time the game was bigger, we didn't hit the middle, we were surrounded by those people called by the boss, and then more than 100 people came one after another......"

"I'll go, the nine of you fight more than a hundred people?"

"Don't you believe it? They didn't come all the way, they came in batches, and they did it wave by wave, so we didn't suffer, otherwise it is estimated that we would have to explain there at that time. ”

"That's how you became famous?"

"Which is the first war, is the sixth battle good...... Therefore, if you want to get ahead, you have to dare to be open-minded. "I want to talk about "Our First Decade" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~