Chapter 127 Dissatisfaction

The other table is obviously much more lively than He Yiyu and a table here. There are talking and laughing, melon seeds and other things. There are many students who smoke. They take out a bag of Zhonghua or Yellow Crane Tower, one for each person, and it's not pleasant to drive the clouds. Fu Xingbo may have been in the presence of his father and didn't go to pick up the cigarette. The smoking person is a fat man. Looking at his body shape, he knows that the family is not short of money. His voice is loud, and there are few people in the store and he doesn't pay attention to anything. The four people at the table of Ye Hetu are directly ignored by him. After all, there are many people and they have to obey the public.

"Xingbo, is this from your family?"

A young man with glasses held a cigarette in his hand and asked ruffianly. Originally dressed as an intellectual, he wanted to pretend to be a hooligan who was beaten by people on the street. Ye Hetu over there shook his head and sighed. The parents of this group of rabbits didn't know what they did.

"Yes, the store is a little small, but it's enough to celebrate Brother Qiang's birthday."

Fu Xingbo rubbed his hands and looked a little formal. He should not belong to the category with the right to speak in this group of people. Today, he called all his classmates to his home. In fact, it was to promote the relationship between Peng Qiang and him. I heard from my classmates that Brother Qiang's father works in the education department. I heard that the official is not young, and he is about to go to high school. After graduation, the relationship between classmates is also scattered. After graduation, they go their separate ways. It's still difficult to go to college. He wants to take less detours in college with the help of Brother Qiang's relationship. After all, it's not a bad thing to be able to make a deal of it.

"Xingbo has bothered me."

Peng Qiang, who sat in the first position, said lightly that since Fu Xingbo intended to please him, he did not mind letting Fu Xingbo taste a little sweetness. His calm and impatient personality outside made Peng Qianhe stand in the group. Compared with the ruffian classmates around him, he was unscrupulously eating melon seeds, smoking, and his fingers were very particular about smoking. Peng Qiang looks different.

"Say those words, it's all right. It's nothing to say that everyone is a classmate." When Fu Xingbo saw Peng Qiang talking to him, he said happily that he had achieved part of his goal. I don't know if he could let Brother Qiang's father arrange him to enter Peking University together. Peng Qiang's excellent grades have been recommended to Peking University by the Municipal No. 5 Middle School. There are rumors that Peng Qiang's father has had a lot of relationships, but in front of conspicuous results, no one dares to stand up for gossip. It's one thing to be jealous, and slander is another.

Fu Xingbo's grades are good, but with his current grades, it is a little difficult to enter Peking University. On the surface, Peng Qiang is that kind of quiet student. Fu Xingbo, who is familiar with Peng Qiang's details, knows that Peng Qiang has created an organization called "Five Gangs" in No. 5 Middle School, which means gangs in No. 5 Middle School. There are a lot of people. Fu Xingbo quietly joined the "Five Gangs" created by Peng Qiang without telling his father, and he is also a core member of it. Because he and Peng Qiang are in the same class, he does not look down, so he deserves to become Peng Qiang's "close bodyguard" and obtain the identity of core member. At present, Fu Xingbo still cherishes this identity.

Once Peng Qiang goes to Peking University, of course, all the members of the five gang will not follow Peking University. The high and scary score line intercepts many proud people outside, not to mention their group of guys who only know how to eat, drink and play. Peng Qiang's departure means that the disintegration of the five gangs will not be too far away. Besides, Peng Qiang, the founder of the five gangs, will not care about this veritable gang. It's fun to be fun on a whim. Fu Xingbo carefully analyzed that Peng Qiang's initial shape in the creation mode of the five gangs could have further development, but with Peng Qiang's promotion, it slowly disappeared into the invisible. It can be said that Peng Qiang has invested most of his efforts in the construction of the five gangs, but he can easily give up this part, indicating that Peng Qiang's mind is not full of talents. No. 5 Middle School, but a longer-term focus on Peking University where talents come from. Peng Qiang went to Peking University. First of all, he had to cultivate some of his confidants. People who can be trusted need to withstand the test, and Fu Xingbo properly expected this, so he recommended himself to become Peng Qiang's confidant, so that he could be right. Enter Peking University. The premise is that Peng Qiang can like him. Today's birthday celebration is the opportunity that Fu Xingbo has dreamed of.

"Dudu..."

A taxi stopped outside the hot pot restaurant, and the driver's habit of honking expressed the usual style of taxis.

"Fu Xingbo, didn't you say that your store was bought by us today? Why is there still someone coming?"

The fat man who just sent China muttered dissatisfiedly that eating is an atmosphere. If it is destroyed by outsiders at will like this, what else can he have any interest in eating?

"I'm sorry, I'll go and have a look."

Fu Xingbo, who hurried out, just arrived at the door and bumped into the person who came in. He looked up. He was a strange uncle with a moustache and was looking at him with a smile.

"Ky, be careful when you walk. Don't knock down the grandma by the roadside next time, or no one will dare to help you."

He Changfeng blinked and laughed. He saw that the master was sitting in it drinking tea. He Yiyu, Lin Yi, and Jiuzhi also paid attention to him, pushed Fu Xingbo away, and walked straight to Jiuzhi's table. He Changfeng was followed by a man behind him. He was also a young man of little age. He glanced at Fu Xingbo and didn't mean to speak. , directly ignoring Fu Xingbo, followed He Changfeng, bowed his head and walked towards Ye Hetu. His eyes inadvertently glanced at more than a dozen students who were smoking next to him, and there was a trace of sarcasm at the corners of his mouth. This group of teenagers did not know how to squander their youth at all, and a large group of people gathered together to get melon seeds.

The young man who mocks Peng Qiang's table is Xue Zhi, who can basically squeeze into the second-tier dung bee in Beijing. In Xue Zhi's eyes, those little children are almost uncontained, and they still want to pretend to be old children. Their smoking posture has no charm at all, and there is not even a beautiful girl around him. At this age, Xue Zhi has long gone to the nightclub to find a princess to entertain loneliness and emptiness. The sarcasm at the corners of Xue Zhi's mouth was seen by Peng Qiang, who was sitting in the middle, and was silent.

"Master."

He Changfeng, who stood in front of Ye Hetu, and Xue Zhi shouted respectfully in a low voice. Ye Hetu, who was bored drinking tea, nodded and motioned them to sit down. I didn't say anything, waiting for the food to be served in the kitchen. He Changfeng talked with He Yiyu. Xue Zhi is a newcomer and can only wander outside the circle. Instead, he looks like an ordinary young man.

Fu Xingbo stood in the back, and his mind was blank. It was not until He Changfeng and Xue Zhi sat on the other side of Ye Hetu that he realized that he could not stop the two people who came in. Fu Xingbo returned to the table and smiled apologetically, "There is a man over there who is a waiter in our store. Today, he came to me a few friends. I'm sorry for the party in the store.

Peng Qiang, as the core of the group, took a sip of tea and smiled, "It doesn't matter."

Since the boss doesn't pursue it, it's not easy for the following team to attack and drive those people out of the store. The fat man looked at Ye Hetu's table with a hostile face. He had the idea of kicking out the group of people for a long time. Those people looked strange, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Uncle Fu finally walked out of the kitchen with a big pot. The pot was full of bright red hot soup. After seeing the two tables outside, Uncle Fu did not pause for a moment, but directly took it to Ye Hetu and put the hot pot in his hand in the round gap on the table. Just put it straight, he went back to the kitchen to get the dishes.

"Fu Xingbo, what do you mean!"

The "dead" young man with glasses slapped the table. He couldn't stand it anymore. The boss didn't bring them a hot pot first, but brought a table to the staff of the store mentioned by Fu Xingbo, so that they could not be embarrassed by the "identified" people. Before Fu Xingbo could explain, the fat man here had walked to a table of people in Ye Hetu, smiling. There should be good things.

Peng Qiang, sitting on the table with one hand, raised the teacup in one hand, drank the tea in the cup, and looked at the scarlet tea with a smile. This kind of tea made him taste a unique taste. It is said that tea is drunk without wine. There are two kinds of moods of drinking and drinking tea. With different customs, Peng Qiang, who only cares about tea tasting, doesn't seem to notice what happened around him.