Chapter 514

Protection fee? Blackmail?

Zhang Pingfan carefully looked at several colorful, tight pants, Doudou shoes, and a pair of spiritual young men. He looked less than 20 years old. They were as thin as chicks. He didn't know that the "boss" would let such young men collect protection fees. Could he collect them?

It's none of your business. Every industry has its own value. Don't underestimate the protection fee. Sometimes it really works. For example, the ninth master of Yingcheng has this kind of business under his hand. For example, when those gangsters go to any business to make trouble, they will be released after a few days. After all, it's not a big deal, However, when these gangsters come out, they may affect the business of the merchants, or even threaten the security. At this time, they need Jiuye's people. If the merchant pays the protection fee to Jiuye, then the Jiuye's people nearby will come forward to warn these gangsters. They are not afraid of the official people, because these people need to act according to the rules, but Jiuye's people can really do it, In this way, we have to control evil with evil, which is similar to the nature of Zhang ordinary in dealing with those road blocking bullies.

So in this case, Zhang ordinary simply as did not see, waiting for his face.

Hearing the shouting outside, an honest man came out of the kitchen with flour hanging on his body and a face full of vicissitudes.

When the boss saw the gangsters, his expression was not fear, but helplessness. He said to the talking Gangsters:

"I just gave you the living expenses a few days ago. How can I spend it so quickly?"

The little gangster became angry after hearing this, patted the table and said, "old man, money is just for spending! Stay in your hands and be a coffin book. Cut the crap and give it to me

Isn't that right? It turns out that he thought that the gangs here didn't speak moral principles and repeatedly charged protection fees. However, the conversation between them was more like a familiar person. After careful observation, the little gangster seemed to have something in common with the noodle shop owner, isn't he a father and son?

"You son of a bitch, you are idle. If you can't go to school, you will know that you have no money to hang out with your friends. Otherwise, you can see if your father is worth my money. Take it and sell it!"

Sure enough, they really have a father son relationship, but the son's attitude seems to be that he doesn't pay attention to his father. The forest is really big, and there are all kinds of birds. If his children were like this, he should have thrown them on the wall at the beginning.

When the son heard his father talking in front of his friends, he couldn't hang on his face and yelled: "you old man! What's good about learning? I'm not a nerd at the end of learning. Now I'm with a big brother. We'll go abroad to earn money in a few years. You'll have to rely on me to earn money at that time! "

"Depend on you? I might as well die! "

The noodle shop owner's face turned red with anger. How could he be a father to educate such a son.

Next to Zhang Pingfan, when he heard the boy's words, he burst out laughing. In this world, money is so easy to earn. There are so many shallow bastards. They are all big brothers. If the boy is not fooled, or has a low IQ, he can still earn money and go out without being sold to dig coal.

His smile also attracted other people's attention. The boy heard that someone was laughing. At his age, he was most concerned about face, even so with his father. Besides, he was an outsider, pointing to Zhang ordinary and scolding: "Damn, what are you laughing at? Do you believe that I can't let you out of this door?"

Zhang ordinary shakes his head. He really doesn't want to fight with such people. If he's on the front line, he can kill a hundred people with one finger.

The owner of the noodle shop said: "shut up, you smelly boy! They are here for dinner. What are you doing to them! I'll tell you, today I have no money. You've ruined all the money I've worked so hard to earn. Where can I get the money from when I just opened the door

"I don't care. If you don't give me money today, I won't go. I'll see who can beat who!"

The boy directly put the stool in the middle, and the little gangsters next to him were like door gods, staring at the diners with that kind of "fierce" eyes. As for Chinese people, it's better to do more than less. They can eat wherever they go. Those who don't have food simply get up and leave, so as not to cause trouble. Those who have already eaten are stopped by gangsters when they want to leave: "Hey, hand in the money, hurry up! I don't care whether you eat or not! I'll pay for the dishes! "

The boy also worked as a cashier temporarily. When he was almost finished, he collected less than 100 yuan.

The noodle shop owner's angry face is purple. Looking at his smiling son, he puts down his shaking hand and sighs. It seems that he can't earn a cent today.

But there's still one left.

Zhang Pingfan knocked on the table: "boss, is my noodles good? I'm starving to death. By the way, when I come up, I'll add a plate of beef. I'll eat it slowly."

It is said that there must be something hateful about poor people. If such a child is raised, the noodle shop owner must have his own failure. But if he pities the parents all over the world, that's all Zhang ordinary can do.

See there are guests, noodle shop owner immediately should be a, quickly walked towards the inside.

After waiting for him to go in, the boy walked up to Zhang Pingfan and stepped on the table, saying, "boy, you are very brave. You can eat when others are gone. Where can you get mixed up?"

Zhang ordinary raised his eyelids and said, "there are two mouths under the turf. You ask me who I want to ask."

This is slang on the road, which means that I am on the other side of the camp city. The two mouths under the turf are the two mouths under the cursive head, representing the camp city. If you ask me who I want to ask, it means that I'm a newcomer. If I don't know the local gang, I can help you introduce it.

But the boy scolded directly: "what's wrong with you? Why are you talking about cross talk with me here? "

"Ha ha." With a sneer, Zhang Fan is really a rogue. This kind of player is called a blind rascal on his side. He doesn't even have a decent person behind him. Otherwise, even if he can't understand it, he knows it's slang. But he looks like Xiaobai, who is obviously a little scoundrel who lives in the billiards hall of the Internet bar and gets to know two so-called "big brothers on the road".

Such people feel dirty when they say one more word.

The palm of his hand was on the table for a moment. With a clang, the boy's sole of his foot scratched and his face bone stuck to the corner of the table. He showed his teeth in pain.

"The trough! How dare you do it

When a young man of this age is in hot blood, seeing his brother injured, others will come forward to teach Zhang ordinary a lesson.

But Zhang Pingfan said, "what are you doing? I didn't touch him

Several people stopped and found that he didn't even change his position, and they were not blind. They didn't see him start. It's strange. Did they really slip?

Is that a shame?

The boy lost such a big man in front of his friends, and he also hated Zhang ordinary in his heart. He also wondered how he fell suddenly when he was good? In order to cover up, he simply sat opposite Zhang ordinary, a hand: "don't talk nonsense, pay for the meal, a bowl of noodles and a plate of beef, right, a total of 120!"

Zhang ordinary laughed: "a bowl of noodles, a plate of beef, one hundred and two? Are you a black shop? "

"It's a special price. Do you like to eat it or not? I'm not convinced to go to the hotel! Don't say I'm cheating on you. If you don't have enough to eat, you can ask the old man for it. Just say I gave you enough beef pipes! "

The boy speaks childishly. He says he's a jerk. He talks and does things childishly. He says he's normal. But he has no respect for Lao Tzu. He treats other people in a vicious way. He's glad that his sister's education was normal. Otherwise, if he becomes like this, he won't know how many setbacks he'll have to make in society.

But he certainly won't give the boy the money, that is, there's no way to return the money. He said directly, "I only give the money to the boss, and I'll pay the bill after eating. No matter it's one hundred and two hundred and four, how much should I give you? No way

"Well, well, you have seed. I'll see how you can eat this noodle today!"

The boy directly sat down in front of Zhang ordinary. In the face of such an indifferent threat, he just gave a smile. Compared with the things he had met before, they could not threaten themselves.

Before long, noodles and beef were served by the boss.

Perhaps to thank Zhang Pingfan, there is more beef in noodles than in other people's bowls.

Bursts of fragrance, originally some hungry Zhang ordinary is finger movement, just about to move chopsticks to hear the opposite click, card a mouthful of phlegm, and then spit on the table.

Although he had seen all the disgusting scenes, the boy was obviously provoking. What's more, a little saliva splashed on his face. He didn't have the habit of eating people's saliva, so he slowly put down his chopsticks.

A few little gangsters look at him with a proud face, as if they think their behavior is cool.

The boss next to him looked embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry, I'll change another bowl for you."

But his son got up and stopped the boss: "don't let him eat this, boy, you are not a bull fork! If you have the ability, you can eat this bowl of noodles! "

"Smelly boy, what are you talking about? I'm sorry. I'll change the bowl right away. It's my treat. It's my treat."

Gobble down the bow and scrape of Zhang Pingfan's father, who make complaints about his father's honest and loyal father. He always gives money to his guests, as if he would only ask for money, like a leech on the body and sucking blood.

"Son is not a godfather's fault, brother, do you mind if I help you educate your children?"

"This..." the noodle shop owner was stunned, and he didn't expect that Zhang ordinary would say such words.

But those little gangsters laughed, and his son said, "do you hear me? If this boy wants to practice with us, it's up to you? Believe it or not... "

He just put his finger out, Zhang Ping grasped it accurately and broke it up.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! It hurts

This boy immediately bows his body to deal with this kind of people. Even ordinary people could fight this group. Let alone his current physical fitness, let these people play, can not hurt their own skin.

"Damn, you dare to do it! Brothers, up

A few red hair and yellow hair picked up a glass bottle and smashed it at Zhang ordinary. The noodle shop owner wanted to stop it, but as soon as he reached out his hand, he heard a bang. Several little gangsters were directly kicked out by Zhang ordinary!

"Your Lao Tzu should know that you will become like this. He should have thrown you in the dustbin at the beginning!"

This hand surprised everyone, especially the son whose fingers were broken. His mouth almost fell into the noodle soup.

"High... Master... Mom! This is a master. Move it, move it

Zhang Pingfan's feet seem to be powerful, but in fact they all use soft power. Otherwise, these people's small bodies would have fallen apart. These people say that they are mobs. They all insult this word. When they see that they can't fight, they run out of the noodle shop regardless of their friends.

Only the noodle shop owner and his son didn't come back.

Finally, the owner of the noodle shop rubbed his hands and said, "little brother, please release your hand. He is still a child. If you want to eat, I'll treat you to eat. Don't hurt him."

At this time, he is still defending. Zhang Pingping finally knows why this boy is so frustrated. Sometimes excessive doting is harm. Unfortunately, many parents don't understand this truth. They think that if they suffer in those years, they won't let the next generation suffer. However, excessive maintenance will only make the children become more and more rebellious, and they don't understand and understand, It was the parents who cried last.

For a time, Zhang ordinary was also in a lack of interest. He released his hand, waved it, took a hundred yuan and said, "don't change it." he turned around and left.

Since one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, what reason does he have to manage it.

But before he came out of the door, he heard a dull noise behind him, and then he heard the boy shouting: "master! master worker! You take me! "

Zhang Pingfan

Stunned turned to see that the boy knelt on the ground, a devout look, said: "master, please accept me as an apprentice."

Strange, I just broke a finger, not a brain? How did this kid become a psychopath?

Did he accidentally destroy his brain?

The owner of the noodle shop was kicking him: "you stinky boy, what nonsense! Get up

"I don't know! If Shifu doesn't accept me as an apprentice, I won't get up. My childhood dream is to be a great Xia and uphold justice. But you have to let me study. Today I met Shifu, and I know the meaning of life. Shifu, I don't want much else, just... Just break my fingers and kick my legs. As long as you are willing to teach me, you can let me do anything! "

This is a set of small words. Zhang Pingfan really obeyed the idea of this middle school sophomore. He called for fighting and killing a second ago, but now he kneels down to worship his teacher. He really doesn't know what integrity is? Since he was a child, he knew that there was gold under a man's knees. How can he say that he kneels on his knees?

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