Xingzi and the charter wife staged a funny chase and escape scene.

Tailor shop.

"Mr. Zhou, are you here? Your custom-made tunic is not ready. "Yesterday, Zhou Qiang ordered a lot of clothes.

"Boss, I'm here today to order some work clothes." Zhou Qiang plans to make some workwear for the Kung Fu Noodle Restaurant and show off the characters on it.

"Overalls? What are your requirements? ”

"I'm going to open a kung fu noodle restaurant..."Zhou Qiang explained the situation.

"Kung Fu noodle restaurant? Ah Ghost and Coolie are going to work at your noodle shop, right? "Before, Ah Ghost and Coolie Qiang talked about the kung fu noodle restaurant.

"Yes, boss, do you know how to do kung fu? If you know kung fu, you can also work at my kung fu noodle shop. Zhou Qiang tried to invite.

"I, this..., I don't know kung fu." The master tailor had no intention of leaving, and wanted to continue to live in seclusion in the pigpen city.

"The specific appearance of the work clothes..."Zhou Qiang did not force it.

It didn't take long.

The charter woman came back with a blue nose and swollen face.

She chased the star boy and hit the billboard.

"Wife, how are you? You okay? The charter man hurriedly coaxed his wife.

"I'm fine. Well? How do you have lipstick on your face? I'll kill you. Crackling..."The charter wife began to beat her husband again.

Xingzi there.

He hid in the lighthouse and healed himself. The lighthouse is the street, on the top of the street lamp, where people can hide.

Xingzi was injured in the shoulder and was also poisoned by snakes.

For ordinary people, death is inevitable.

However, the star boy master consciously manipulated the body subconsciously, played the palm of the gods, and exerted the potential of the body, not only the skin injury quickly improved, but also the snake venom was resolved.

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It's just that he doesn't remember this memory.

I don't know why his injuries got better.

…

Time goes on.

Xingzi and Fatboy continue to fool around.

From time to time, I go to the vicinity of the pigpen walled city to take a look, and I want to find trouble.

"Crackling..."

Firecrackers rang out.

Kung Fu noodle restaurant opened.

At the same time, an ice cream parlor was opened.

The ice cream parlor is run by the mute girl Xiaofang. She found a lot of people who were physically disabled and worked as clerks.

Ice cream parlors sell not only ice cream, but also sweets.

It attracted a lot of children, and the business was good.

Inside, there were a few capable young men and girls working as clerks.

None of them looked like ordinary people.

Zhou Qiang met once, and they talked to Zhou Qiang about a lot of progressive ideas.

Zhou Qiang expressed his approval, and donated materials and donated a lot of things.

Kung Fu noodle restaurant there.

The first day of the store.

Outside the shop, a large stove was erected.

A ghost and several other masters used kung fu to knead and roll the dough, revealing their unique skills.

Flying knife shaving noodles, long-distance shaving noodles, shaving noodles on the top of the head, Shanxi chefs also have wonderful performances.

Others, masters who know how to cut vegetables, perform chopping vegetables.

The master of the crescent shovel performs stir-frying.

Run, perform leg tricks.

Those who know how to hide weapons, perform air dishes.

Wait a minute.

In short, Kung Fu Noodle Restaurant, all things, are related to Kung Fu.

This wonderful performance attracted a lot of people.

"Good!"

"That's amazing!"

"How much is a bowl of this knife-cut noodles?"

"What? A bowl of noodles, a hundred oceans?! ”

"Bazhen noodles are more expensive, a bowl is hundreds of oceans!"

While everyone appreciates kung fu, they are also intimidated by the high price.

Most people just look at the buzz.

Don't dare to go in and consume.

However, the Kung Fu noodle restaurant is already full.

Most of them are foreigners, and there are a few yellow-skinned ones, basically all of whom are from the Japanese country. The people of Xia basically don't have it, they feel that it is not worth it to eat such expensive noodles, and only fools eat them.

Kung Fu noodle restaurant was an instant hit.

For the next ten days, it was full every day.

Whether it's a foreigner or an official, you have to line up honestly.

They thought it was so delicious.

And I ate it once, and I want to do it a second time.

The taste is unique.

In fact, in terms of taste, Zhou Qiang has engaged in black technology.

He did a lot of things like "beef essence" and the like.

Anyway, it's all for foreigners, and they deserve to eat them to death.

…

This evening.

Zhou Qiang came to the noodle restaurant.

"Mr. Zhou, these are the accounts of these days, we make a profit every day..."

"It's not bad to be profitable." Zhou Qiang looked at it casually and felt that the income was okay. In his eyes, it is not bad, in the eyes of a ghost and coolie, the high profit is scary. The initial pricing scared the hell out of them.

"Mr. Zhou, do we really pay such a high salary?" Zhou Qiang set a very high salary for the masters, and Ah Ghost and Coolie Qiang were a little afraid to pay it.

"Yes, the kung fu noodle restaurant mainly relies on everyone's kung fu to support the scene, and it is also appropriate to pay high wages." Zhou Qiang is not stingy with money. The chefs of Kung Fu noodle restaurants can get a salary that is more than ten times higher than the average income.

"That, Mr. Zhou, how much should those white seasonings you give?" Coolie asked. He is responsible for adding additives such as beef essence. The whole noodle shop, and Ah Ghost and Coolie Qiang knew that there was these white powders. No one else knows.

"One or two is a hundred oceans." Zhou Qiang set a price at random.

"Mr. Zhou, are we expanding the store? There were a bit of a lot of customers queuing outside every day. "Ahh

"Yes, ask the surrounding shops, we can buy or rent it at a high price."

"Mr. Zhou, we don't have enough manpower, and we still have to recruit people..."

"Keep hiring, but you have to be able to do kung fu..."

"Mr. Zhou, there are two more things, one is that foreigners want to cooperate with us to open a branch, and the branch is overseas. One is the challenge book. When Ah Ghost said these two things, his face was ugly.

Zhou Qiang's noodle restaurant has made money every day, which makes many people greedy.

Foreigners choose to cooperate and make money together. In fact, it is a malicious attempt to steal core secrets.

In the same country, he chose to smash the field, so that Zhou Qiang's kung fu noodle restaurant could not be opened.

"Challenge?"

"Mr. Zhou, we are a kung fu noodle restaurant, some people are not convinced, come to challenge." Ah Ghost handed over some challenge letters. These challenge books are all Xia Guo's own people. They love infighting.

Zhou Qiang looked at it casually.

"I see, this challenge is not a matter for now. How do foreigners want to cooperate? ”

"Foreigners want our kung fu and secret recipes." Coolie force. His face was also ugly.

"Hehe, foreigners, it's not a good thing." Zhou Qiang sneered.

"Mr. Zhou, if we refuse to cooperate, I'm afraid the foreigners will make our noodle restaurant unable to open." Ahh

No matter what time it is, foreigners are clever and robbing. They are all robbers in nature.

"On the foreigner's side, let's get in touch slowly." To deal with foreigners, Zhou Qiang has a way,

"In this way, 10,000 yuan of oceans can learn kung fu for a month.

However, you will never teach real kung fu, you can sum up what you teach specifically.

Anyway, just one principle, defraud foreigners of their money, and don't let them get benefits. ”

Zhou Qiang likes foreigners the most.

Since the foreigner has sent it to the door, let's go to the death.

"Okay, you can teach them to carry water first." Coolie force.

…

They consulted for a while.

Zhou Qiang left the kung fu noodle restaurant.

He walked into a small alley where no one was around.

There were more than a dozen people in black, blocking Zhou Qiang.

"Mr. Zhou..."The man in black just wanted to say something.

Zhou Qiang's men fired, and more than a dozen people were killed.

At this time, someone else came.

They are short, but they look stocky.

"Baga..." They had guns in their hands, and there was a burst of gunfire, blocking Zhou Qiang and them.

"Mr. Zhou, let's cover, you go first." Just when Zhou Qiang's subordinates were in a dilemma.

Suddenly, there was a sound of the piano.

Puff, puff,

The Japanese people are all dead inexplicably.

Their heads fell off, and I don't know how.