If you don't share a table, someone has to go.

In order to eat this supper tonight, Ye Zhengting gave an order, and hundreds of people from the three roads sealed the streets and closed the night market.

He doesn't go.

The shopkeeper took the bank card tremblingly, walked to the group of old gangsters who were more than a thousand years old, took out a pack of Huazi, and said while scattering cigarettes: "Brothers, you are so lucky, those big guys are going to clear the field for dinner, and the list has been bought for you, I will take a few more packing boxes for you to fill the dishes, and come back next time to drink?" ”

The owner of the shop didn't think that this group of old gangsters would refuse, and even beckoned the staff to get the packing box.

"Give me another five hundred strings of kidneys." Brother Dazhi took a cigarette in his mouth, poured wine into the empty cup, and said lightly. "Seven ripe."

The shopkeeper was instantly on top.

These old things are really cheap and anyone dares to take advantage of them!

If you eat for nothing, do you still want to bring it?

The owner of the shop was afraid of causing more trouble, so he instructed the staff to do the same: "Pack it directly after baking." ”

After that, his attitude was obviously a little displeased: "Can you free up the table?" We need to do hygiene. ”

"Why do you want to make a table?" Brother Dazhi frowned, and his face was full of displeasure. "I just ordered 500 strings of kidneys, do you want me to stand on the side of the road?"

“……”

The shopkeeper's heart was burning, and his face was full of embarrassment: "People have bought orders for you, why bother?" You've eaten thousands..."

Syllable!

Brother Dazhi casually took out a green Agricultural Bank card from his pocket, and said loudly: "Thousands? 10,000 people can afford to eat! ”

The boss saw that this group of old gangsters was quite bloody, and he was in a dilemma for a while, and looked at the military dignitaries like a help.

The cold officer who had taken out the card before stepped forward, his eyes sharp and calm: "Let's let go, Ye Shuai has had a meeting for a day, and he is hungry." ”

When Brother Dazhi heard this, he casually picked up a plate of pig's trotters from the table that were full of tooth marks, and said in a flying manner: "Take it over and give it to him, stand on the side of the road and gnaw it, don't spoil the Yaxing of Lao Tzu eating supper." ”

Brother Da Zhi's words came out.

The ruthless officers sitting in all directions suddenly got up, murderous, and stared at Zhang Dazhi, who was speaking wildly.

As long as Ye Shuai orders.

They can tear this old bastard apart.

Seeing this, Jiang Ling sighed lightly and snuffed out the cigarette in his hand.

It's said 10,000 times that Brother Dazhi hurried back to the prison and squatted.

It's not a wave.

It has to be trusted.

Okay now, right?

Makes people gag their faces, right?

Ye Zhengting held a cigarette between his fingers and stood on the side of the road, staring indifferently at the quarrel that unfolded on the dining table.

He didn't move.

Didn't order either.

It's like Brother Da Zhi just enjoyed being misunderstood and despised.

At this moment, Ye Zhengting also has a kind of alternative pleasure.

Twenty years.

Since the last goodbye, Ye Shuai and his former comrade-in-arms who had spent twenty years in prison have been separated for twenty years.

So he was very Yaxing tonight, and he didn't hesitate to use his privileges to make this game tonight.

The ruthless officer paced in front of Ye Zhengting, frowned and said, "Ye Shuai, he refuses to leave." ”

"Of course he won't go." Ye Zhengting calmly flicked the cigarette ash. "In Beimang before, when he was not there, no one dared to sit at the table."

When the cold officer heard this, his face changed slightly.

Who is this old boy?

used to be such a dick in Beimang, why is it so frustrated now?

"But I just knew he didn't want to go." Ye Zhengting said word by word. "I just drove him away."

"Understood."

When the cold officer heard this, his eyes sank, and he strode towards Brother Dazhi's table.

"What do you understand?" Ye Zhengting's thin lips opened slightly, and he pulled away the cold officer with a stunned face. "After you finished singing alone, I'll stand next to you and applaud you?"

Hearing this, the cold officer twitched the corner of his mouth.

But there was horror in my heart.

How much enmity did this old guy have with Ye Shuai back then, so that Ye Shuai, who has always been as stable as Mount Tai, can not let go?

Ye Zhengting paced towards Brother Dazhi's table, his expression was calm, and he couldn't see the slightest emotional wave.

But this pair of old comrades-in-arms of Beimang, who ended up with grievances twenty years ago, will not be easily exposed when they reunite tonight.

Ye Zhengting paced, pulled a chair very casually, and sat at the next table.

As he sat down, the ruthless officers all sat down.

But no one dared to share a table with Ye Zhengting.

He eats supper and really doesn't share a table.

"My wife had her leg broken tonight." Ye Zhengting poured himself a glass of beer and took a sip. "The doctor said that it can be as little as three or five months, or as much as three or five years, and if you want to stand up, you have to see perseverance."

"Why didn't you send a few more people to follow?" Brother Dazhi frowned. "As far as your wife is cheap, do you feel free to let her go out by herself? Or is it..."

Brother Dazhi's eyes sank, and he squinted and asked, "You who have been promoted and made a fortune are looking forward to the death of your wife?" ”

Smack.

The wine glass in Ye Zhengting's hand was crushed on the spot.

He shook off the wine stains in his hand, took the tissue handed by his subordinates and wiped it, and said lightly: "Your son sent someone to beat him." ”

Brother Dazhi frowned and said, "I've found the mastermind behind the scenes, why are you coming to me?" Go find him. ”

"He's my son, not your son, what are you hesitating about?"

After Ye Zhengting wiped his hands, he poured himself another glass of beer, took a sip, and glanced at Brother Dazhi with sharp eyes: "Can I pick soft persimmons and pinch them?" ”

Bang.

The wine glass in Brother Dazhi's hand also exploded.