Chapter 129 Back Move

[The way of heaven for the people] Ten thousand words update: the second update!

"Here comes the dish."

Uncle Fu, the busy boss, finally served the food. Ye Hetu and others are preconceived. All guests have the principle of first come, first served. It is impossible for Uncle Fu to break the rules because of his son's classmates' birthday party, not to mention that Ye Hetu is an acquaintance. Xue Zhi took over the dishes recommended by Uncle Fu. There was a famous blood in the hot pot, as well as specialty shiitake mushrooms, fragrant, pork liver, leeks, all kinds. Xue Zhi, who does not often eat hot pot, picked up the dishes on the plate and threw them into the big pot in the middle. The bright red soup kept rolling, and the five fragrances were strong, spreading to everyone's mouth and nose. I can't help but have a big appetite.

Fu Xingbo ran to the kitchen and saw that his father was busy preparing a table of hot pot seasoning for Peng Qiang. He asked, "Dad, have you seen everything outside just now?"

Uncle Fu, who didn't stop working, said lightly, "I see." Carefully put each kind of seasoning in a big pot. I have been doing this work for more than ten years. I really didn't expect it to be like this. For more than ten years, I have been used to the ordinary life, which is full and meaningful.

"Why didn't you serve them food first just now? You should know that if you served it to us first, this wouldn't have happened."

Fu Xingbo said carefully that his father was an honest man. He did not want his father to know his plan, and he had already joined the five gangs created by Peng Qiang. He could only hide these things. Fu Xingbo knew that it was not easy for his father to make money. He gritted his teeth or took out 50 yuan every week as the "help fee" of the five gangs.

Uncle Fu stopped his work and turned his head to look at his son. His expression made Fu Xingbo feel strange. In his impression, it seemed that he had never seen his father have such an expression. Fu Xingbo felt a little guilty and felt sorry for his father who raised him and his mother who was busy every day.

"Xingbo, you should know that everything should be reasonable. Dad is a principled person and will not open the way for others. Dad's only hope is that you, your son, will be a man and do things, not to be worthy of his parents, but at least to be worthy of himself. Uncle Fu said to Xingbo earnestly that Fu Xinbo was humbly taught. His father had never said such a thing to him before. I don't know what happened today.

"Dad, I know."

Fu Xingbo, who answered sincerely, made a decision in his heart. It's better to work hard to get back for a rich return than to get out of his little cleverness. At least he won't have a clear conscience. Since his father said here, Peng Qiang's flag is not attractive to him at all.

"It's good to know. You're here. Don't go out."

Uncle Fu pulled out a stool, asked Fu Xingbo to sit down, tidy up the hot pot, and prepared to take it out.

Fu Xingbo asked puzzledly, "Why?"

Uncle Fu took a look at his son. The young man was still too young. He didn't have much experience in facing society. In his era, he would have been intrigues and treacherous. Speaking of it, the party's policy was better. There was a good leader at the critical moment. Thinking of this, Uncle Fu suddenly remembered the past and stopped continuing. Think about it.

"You don't see the situation outside. As long as you go out, they will have a breakthrough to find trouble, so you'd better stay in the kitchen."

Looking at the form of drawing swordsmanship outside the kitchen, and the temporary calmness of the two sides without negotiation with each other, Uncle Fu's face, which was worn by years, showed a few more vicissitudes, which made Fu Xingbo sitting on the stool doubt whether he had an illusion. Today's father is bigger than usual. It's different.

"Oh, I see." Fu Xingbo, who didn't know the origin, had to agree. Uncle Fu, who was holding a big pot, walked out of the kitchen and walked straight to Peng Qiang's table.

Compared with the slightly lively table of Ye Hetu, the table on Peng Qiang's side seems a little deserted. When they first arrived here just now, the table of Ye Hetu was relatively deserted. Now the situation happens to be a change. Uncle Fu put the big pot on the table in front of Peng Qiang. Several people beside him looked wrong. As soon as he saw Uncle Fu, he wanted to move his hands and feet, but Peng Qiang secretly motioned him not to move for the time being. This was not bad when Uncle Fu put the pot, and Uncle Fu, who left his back to this group of people, seemed to be unaware.

Just as Uncle Fu put the big pot right, a group of people came in from the door. They were between twenty-five or twenty-six years old and about fifteen or sixteen people. They glanced at everyone present coldly. When they saw Peng Qiang sitting there without talking, the group of people walked over. Ye Hetu's table still didn't see anything. The expression I saw was still walked around by this group of people. People

"Brother Qiang, what can I do for you?"

Jianghu people sent the head of the nickname White Wolf to ask Peng Qiang respectfully. Peng Qiang is a few years younger than him, but the white wolf has to respectfully call Peng Qiang Brother Qiang. Peng Qiang's family only has the right to have money and can't let some famous white wolves in society treat him like this. The reason is that Peng Qiang also has a cousin, let Bai When a wolf meets a big man who has to lower his head.

"I have a friend here who has had some conflicts with a table over there, and I have to apologize for me." Peng Qiang, holding a teacup in his hand, said to the white wolf with a smile. Until now, he can finally have a breath of air.

"Is there anyone else who dares to touch you in my territory?" The white wolf was surprised. In a blink of an eye, the surprise on his face turned into anger. He turned around and walked to Ye Hetu angrily. A group of students here saw a lot of good dramas, and their blood appeared on their hearts and scrambled to watch first. They wanted to see how the group of pretenders got out of the hot pot restaurant under Brother Qiang's hands.

Xue Zhi, who was eating cabbage, saw someone coming. He quickly pressed the BP machine around his waist and continued to eat the dishes in the bowl. The hot pot was really a good thing. The spicy taste was full of internal organs. He felt itchy and extremely comfortable. A bowl of wine had been dried by Jiuzhi and He Changfeng. At the sign of He Changfeng, nine fingers took it. Out of the package he carried with him, there was a bottle of wine without a label. Ye Hetu next to him lit up and said, "Remymartin's 50-year-old human head horse?"

"The master is so powerful that he can see it at a glance."

Ye Hetu's eyesight made Jiuzhi sincerely admire it. The history of this bottle of wine is about 50 years. He spent a lot of money and energy in London to get it. He Changfeng also made a lot of efforts. Finally, when everyone gathered, he took it out and shared it. The old man in a Vatican bar said: Drinking alone is to make it empty. The empty heart is full, and a group of people drinking makes the full heart more full. When the heart reaches the fullest, you can see the gratified eyes of God.

When the white wolf was about to walk to the Ye Hetu table, dozens of people rushed in at the door of the store and filled the originally small hot pot restaurant. Dozens of people seemed to be particularly crowded. At this moment, the crowd who came in was also a group of young people in their twenties. Unlike the white wolves, almost every A man held a guy in his hand, with a clear scabbard, which should be a bright knife.

The leading young man took a look at the white wolf, walked to Xue Zhi with a smile, and glanced at Ye Hetu sitting with awe, so he did not dare to look at it again. Ye Hetu did not bother to talk to them. It was not happy to drink and eat meat with a group of people with He Changfeng. Naturally, Xue Zhi would deal with the things next to him.

" boss, what can I do for you?"

The gangster holding the scabbard in his right hand bowed his head and asked Xue Zhi respectfully. As long as the boss orders, not to mention rushing to cut people, even if the other party ** is blown up, it is not a problem. There is a boss, and there is no pressure for them to be a little brother. Besides, he is a rich boss. As long as things are done well, rewards are indispensable.

Xue Zhi pointed to a group of white wolves and said impatiently, "This group of people is not happy no matter how they look at it. They are all dragged out and beaten!"

An uproar.

A group of high school students who were ready to watch the show did not expect the current situation, and they couldn't help sweating secretly.

"No problem."

The gangster who got instructions from their superiors turned their heads and looked at the white wolf. He smiled and said, **-The slutty and obscene smile made people think that he was a pure man with a fetish of Longyang. The white wolf couldn't help but take a step back. They couldn't beat dozens of heroes who dared to be a guy. They didn't have time to receive Peng Qiang's instructions. Take the guy and come here. Dozens of people on the other side don't seem to be fooling around in the East City, otherwise they will be face to face no matter how you look at it.

"I'm not allowed to drink and eat."

Ye Hetu, who had not expressed his opinion, suddenly stretched out and stood up to be dissatisfied. He Changfeng and others knew that the master was ready to do it himself without blindly imitating him. No matter how much they imitated the master's demeanor, they could not imitate it.

Walking past the white wolf, the white wolf couldn't help but step back and give way. He was horrified to find that at this moment, he seemed to have completely lost his combat effectiveness and could not raise the idea of resistance at all. Ye Hetu did not stay in the position of the white wolf, but walked to Peng Qiang and said carelessly, "I'll give you ten minutes. Ten minutes later, we will leave after dinner."

After saying that, Ye Hetu returned to his position to eat hot pot, and a group of people over there were uneasy.

Peng Qiang, who turned pale, stood up, slowly walked out of the store, took out a Call machine that was difficult for ordinary people to see and called a person. Returning to his position, he kept drinking tea. Only in this way could he relieve the pressure in his heart. When the man came to talk just now, he felt very uncomfortable.