The acquaintance with Xue Fugui was simply humiliating for Yang Ye.

On a day off, he stayed in Ye Huan's shop all day long, accompanied Ye Jihuan to play colorful intellectual games, helped Ye Huan from time to time, ran errands and delivered something.

At this time, Xue Fugui came to buy cigarettes, Ye Huan was counting the inventory in the back, and Yang Ye stepped forward to receive him. When Xue Fugui saw him, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said that the young man is raw, this little widow tastes good, right? Yang Ye was decisively angry, but he was extremely familiar with Xue Fugui. On the advertisements of taxis, buses, and street signs in the entire smoke-free city, Xue Fugui's rugged artist's face and melancholy eyes occupy almost half of the city's advertising space.

This is a successful man, a local tycoon!

It is said that this person has a deep gangster background, Yang Ye really doesn't dare to offend, and he can't afford to offend.

But the anger he deliberately withheld was clear at a glance. Xue Fugui obviously found out, it seemed that he was in a good mood this day, and he didn't bother to be angry with such a young man, and said with a smile: "Little handsome guy, drink two drinks with me." ”

So Yang Ye obediently accompanied him to drink, in a night market stall.

At the beginning, the two of you have a bottle and I have a bottle, and after blowing four bottles of beer, Yang Ye is already a little dizzy, he usually has no hobby of drinking, no friends, and even the opportunity to drink is extremely rare. At this time, drinking with a tycoon is basically a tycoon talking, and he listens honestly.

As night fell, five or six groups of guests came to the stalls, and the voices of people were noisy and lively.

Later, they drank much more slowly, because they changed to strong liquor. Yang Ye had two glasses of white wine in his stomach, and two glasses of small cups, just about three or two, basically his head couldn't hold it, and he always wanted to sleep on the table for a while.

Suddenly, Xue Fugui asked, "Just guess what I would have done if I had seen these boys ten years ago?" ”

Yang Ye's sleepy eyes were misty, and as Xue Fugui's fingers held the cup looked over, the table was really a very young seven teenagers, probably still in high school, but the formation of five and six was very ruffian.

What was wrong with them, what bad topics they said, Yang Ye didn't pay attention to it at all. But the wine was surging, and Yang Ye subconsciously said: "If it's me, I'll hit them on the head with a wine bottle!" ”

"I don't think you will." Xue Fugui shook his head slowly, shook the wine glass in his hand again, looked very disdainful, and said with a smile: "You don't have the guts, you are a poor scholar." ”

Saying that Yang Ye was poor, he didn't feel anything, saying that he was a scholar, he was furious! Mainly because he has a low education, and the word "scholar" contains timidity, cowardice, has never seen the world, and only dares to be angry with himself, all kinds of life-like postures, when he is drunk and hazy, it is absolutely unbearable!

He picked up an empty beer bottle and strode over it, swinging it at the head of a young man who was standing up and yelling.

Yang Ye didn't know what was going on, he seemed to be pushed to the ground, and then his fists and feet fell on his body like raindrops, but he didn't feel pain, in fact, he had fainted.

Later, when I was on the hospital bed, I saw Xue Fugui again, and praised him again and again for being good-looking, a plastic material, and it would be over with him in the future. After careful consideration, Yang Ye felt that there was nothing to lose by listening to Xue Fugui, so after his body recovered, he came to a casino in Mayflower Town, commonly known as the watcher.

But this boring life of watching the scene lasted extremely short, and on the sixth day, Xue Fugui sent someone to tell him to leave quickly. The boy who was opened by him with a wine bottle was smashed stupidly, he didn't know anyone anymore, and the boy's family was making trouble in the police station.

Xue Fugui arranged a cargo ship for him to leave the city from the lake road, and the destination of the cargo ship was already from other provinces. Yang Ye didn't even have time to pack his luggage, so he got on the boat directly, and only said to Ah Liang, who was the messenger: "I owe Brother Fugui a favor, and there is a place for me to be useful, just inform me." ”

This time when he came to the smoke-free city again, Yang Ye just wanted to repay this favor that he didn't want to owe, but had already promised.

When he met Xue Fugui in Mayflower Town, Xue Fugui stood at the entrance of the town and greeted him from afar, and as soon as he saw Yang Ye approaching, he stepped forward and hugged him tightly, as if he had met a long-lost brother.

Yang Ye is less than one meter eight, but Xue Fugui is one meter nine, which is more than half a head taller than him. But when his cheek was pressed against Xue Fugui's collar, Yang Ye's eyes revealed coldness again.

Then a group of people got on Xue Fugui's big truck and found a restaurant to drink, called Yang Ye to pick up the wind.

Yang Ye wanted to ask several times, what was he called here for? But seeing that they say this and that, no one mentions it, and of course it is not good to disturb the pride of these brothers, but they raise their glasses from time to time, and those who come do not refuse, and those who come drink dry.

In less than half an hour, more than eight taels of strong liquor were served.

Xue Fugui looked at Yang Ye's expression and said with a smile: "The little chair has been trained in this amount of wine!" ”

Yang Ye almost never drank alcohol, and he didn't have a good amount of alcohol, but at this time, his face did not change, and it was no different from before he didn't drink.

"It's okay, sometimes I drink a few drinks alone." Yang Ye couldn't help it, and said with a smile: "It's also a rare joy to see Brother Fugui and the brothers today, maybe it's ...... It's a little better. ”

He guessed that the amount of alcohol he drank was also related to the Demon Dao, and it was mostly the effect of the sword god's spiritual thoughts. In the three months since he entered the Demon Dao, he has obtained the Sword God Spirit Spirit Mind eleven times. Every time I absorb the sword god and spiritual thoughts, in the few days after I go out of the game, I feel much more active, and my strength and agility have been greatly improved.

He didn't know if other players would have a similar experience, but the discussion on the forum about the Sword God Spirit Mind seemed to him to be either ridiculous and excessive, or it was unspeakable, and could not be used as evidence.

"Good brother!" Xue Fugui slapped Yang Ye on the shoulder.

Yang Ye's figure didn't move at all, he just smiled at Xue Fugui, raised his glass and asked, "Brother Fugui is ...... this time Is there any good thing to take care of the little brother? Taking this opportunity, he asked.

"Does the little chair play the magic way?"

When Xue Fugui spoke, a few people next to him shouted "It's definitely a good thing", "Brother Fugui called you here to show you a way to make money", but Xue Fugui's eyes looked around, and they were silent one by one.

"It's fun, it's fun." Yang Ye replied.

"How many levels are you?" Xue Fugui smiled, and then said: "Many of our brothers are also playing, and the level is not high, I heard that this game is very profitable, I want to make a gang ......"

Kuroko reminded, "Guild! He also explained: "Gangs don't make money, guilds can fight cities...... Make hay. ”

Yang Ye smiled in his heart, hesitated slightly, and replied: "My level is not high, but as far as I know, if you want to build a guild and fight the city in order to make money, the initial investment is also very scary." ”

(End of chapter)