Chapter 273: Cleverly old

Passing through the alley, you will come to another street. Compared to the street here, the street is narrower and quieter, and the night is darker. There is only a small lantern on the street.
The boss was sitting in the fire and snoring, and he heard his footsteps squinting and stood up.
"What do you want to eat?" he asked, looking at the four men who had sat down at the table.
"Fruit, cut a plate of meat, take a jug of wine." One of the men whispered, touching the thick beard of the jaw.
The boss responded that he was busy, and he took out the braised pork from the pot and cut it quickly. He drank the wine, put a plate of stuffed fruit, and sent it over.
Sitting in the beard man's lamp, which is a la carte, is full of smiles, with a few hands that can't wait.
"I haven't eaten the stuffed fruit for a long time," he said, and he smiled at the table and said, "Hurry, everyone tastes. Although you are a Kyoto person, you are afraid that you don't know the stuff." The fruit is best."
The boss heard a surprised and happy smile.

The guest officer is really a prize,
he said.
I originally wanted to make a few more words, but the other three people on the table looked impatient.
"Go," one of them said.
The boss was busy and retired.
The beard man who praised the fruit is different from the three. The chopsticks with a good mood have already eaten in a big mouth and drink alcohol.
"Eat, eat, drink, drink." He greeted enthusiastically. "I pay today."
He pays, that's really a rare thing.
But the three people on the table didn't feel so excited, and felt joy, one by one, frowning and a little dull.
"I said that you have a letter of approval in the end?" a short-skinned man in his forties whispered.
The bearded man who is chewing on the braised meat uses a bowl of wine to carry the meat down.
"You can't look down on people." He said, "What is the character of our leader? It is difficult to chase after a word. Today, we say that we will cut eighty firewood, and there will never be one less tomorrow."
Hearing in the heart of the boss by the fire, did it mean cutting wood?
But now the chopping wood has become a business that needs to be talked about?
Obviously it is a big business, at least for the three people sitting on the table, their look is very dignified.
"We can give the money, we want the goods, you can insure." Another man said, "Don't default for too long."
"I can't say it." The bearded man snorted. "Who is the leader of us, how can we do this kind of unreputable thing."
"What kind of character is your leader, do you admire him?" Another man couldn't help but wonder.
The bearded man admires his face.
"He is the best person in the world," he said solemnly.
"I don't care whether he is the first or the second, as long as he gives me the goods I want." The chunky man said with a grin.
"Liu Si, look at your belly, make a sale, generous." The bearded man said with a chopstick and reached out and patted his shoulder.
The man who was called Liu Si had not come to talk, and saw the hand that fell on his shoulder slammed in one direction.
The two chopsticks flew into the night like a sharp arrow.
A few bangs seemed to hit the wall on the street.
"Come out." The bearded man said, and the man turned.
He didn't get up, just sitting with a golden knife and looking at one direction.
"There is not a lot of sneaky, not how hid," he continued.
The other three men sitting at the table stood up nervously.
Who?
Miss Jun, who stood behind the door, tightened her body and looked at the two chopsticks that were not far away through the dim night.
The chopsticks have been broken and scattered.
It can be seen that the strength of the throw is too large. If it is a person, it is estimated that it has already entered the meat.
She held her breath and did not move. When it was suffocating, the sound of the sound finally shook in the ear, and the night on the street suddenly appeared five or six people.
Miss Jun vomited in her heart, and people still kept their breath.
"who?"
Seeing these people around, the three men standing behind the beard man asked with amazement.
"Can anyone, when they meet, they show their weapons, it is not a good person." The bearded man said.
There was a loud noise, but the boss who was the stall ran away.
At the same time, the other two stalls on the street were also extinguished, and the street was left with only the two of them facing each other.
"Seeing no, this is the quality of the people in Beijing." The voice of the bearded man with a few praises, "The rivers and lakes will be screaming and screaming, and it will be a big city." The scene."
At this time, do you still have this mood to comment on others?
The three men standing behind him seem complicated and do not know how to respond.
"What do you want to do with your friends?" shouted the chunky man, "What's wrong?"
There was no answer yet, and the bearded man snorted again.
"Are you embarrassed, can you do it? Use a knife to cut meat for you to eat wine?" He said, glaring at the three, "Tell you to be careful, have you been found in the city?" Bring your enemies to your hometown?"
Yes, is it?
"Doing this kind of business is not to be seen, but it is tempting. I told you earlier, how many of them are vying to do it. Which one of your business is not a role? The problem is simple and rude, killing you, business. Just returned to them," said the bearded man.
Yes, yes.
The three people were uneasy and added a little more fear.
"Then, what should I do?" one asked.
"Fortunately, this person is a ruler and loyalty." The bearded man said, "Since we have done business, we are naturally a group."
He said that a cloak pulled a knife from the back and the man stood up.
"I came to cut them."
The three of them were relieved and had not spoken yet, and the bearded man turned back.
"However, you get some money," he said.
Miss Jun standing in the corner of the corner turned her eyes in the night.
Ha ha.
She said in her heart.
I know.
She knew that the three men apparently did not respond.
"Yes, why?" the chunky man asked.
Isn't it a rule and a loyalty... Does the rules and loyalty cost money?
"You also know our rules." The beard man's expression is heavy. "We have to collect money in addition to cutting wood, and I have to collect money. I have to be worthy of my knife and the rules of our leaders."
This way.
"You can think about it again..." said the bearded man, and the knife was put away and it was going to be reinserted.
Even if they yell and scream for the city, they can't guarantee that the city can rescue them from the knife in time.
It’s just running, and it’s just running.
The three men watched as the night was getting closer and closer, like a ghostly comer, especially the weapons in their hands, only the scalp was numb.
This is not the time to think about it.
"Good, good, give money." They said busy.
"That according to the rules, and these people.." Bearded man said, looking at the approaching men, it is like looking at a cargo, "good hand, weapons are also good, although not the top grade, medium is similar, then Accept each of you five hundred and two."
He said that he turned to look at the three men.
"Do you pay now?"
Big brother!
I beg you!
"Pay now!" The three men were crying. They said in unison, shaking the ticket and taking out the silver ticket from the sleeve. "Pay now."
The bearded man took over the silver ticket and pinched it and seemed to look at the light.
"Big brother!" the three men shouted in unison, and the people also hid behind.
The five or six people were approaching, and the weapons in their hands were slashed to them.
The bearded man did not hide shortly, and put the silver ticket in his arms. The people also greeted one step at a time, and the knife in his hand smashed straight.
The snoring sounded and the weapons collided with each other.

The lord's rewards and rewards are still a lot less, and they have been added for ten days in a row. I will slow down first, let the manuscript be smooth, and then return to Kazakhstan.
Thanks to the purple star, the moon, the green bookworm, and the scorpion.
The May 1 double monthly ticket ended, everything was a harvest that I had never thought of or dared to think about.
Thanks to the south, thanks to the stone, thanks to the bear, thanks to Mu, the red envelope is too much, I can't finish it, and the missing name is forgivable.
Thanks to the management of the peas, three young sisters, the greens, thank you to all.
Thanks to this word too much is cliché, but besides thank you, there is nothing to express my gratitude.
Thank you, hehe.