"Drinking? Are you rich?"

"I have to add soup to you ten times a bowl of noodles, but I have never seen you be so poor!"

"I haven't had any wine, hurry up and pay the dough and get out!"

The fat woman spitted out the skin of melon seeds, and her two lips spitted with spit.

A cold light flashed in the drunkard's eyes.

"The wine is coming, the wine is coming..."

The store owner is a thin man, about 1.5 meters tall, with a gentle look on his face.

I laugh whenever I meet, whether it is my wife or a guest pointing at the nose.

He always has such a smiling face.

Honest people are easy to bully.

Even the drunkard knew that his fat woman had an affair with the old hooligan who was sitting in the store gnawing on bones.

The old hooligan only charges half the price for chewing bones, and they are all covered with fat bones.

Gudong, Gudong, Gudong...

Three big mouths.

The drunkard continued to dry a bottle of Lao Bai.

"Another bottle."

The drunkard said to the boss.

"What are you coming!"

The fat woman came over and pushed the boss away, "With his moral character, he might die in the middle of the road when he went out, so where can he get the money to drink?"

"Have you ever seen such a poor person after eating a bowl of noodles and adding soup ten times?"

Several guests in the noodle restaurant laughed.

Poor, it makes people laugh at it.

"One more bottle, no, two bottles, I'll kill her for you."

"And he..."

The drunkard glanced at the woman beside him and looked at the old gangster at another table.

"ah!"

The screams rang out in this noodle restaurant on the street, attracting the attention of countless passers-by.

"Kill, kill!"

The screams rang out again.

The drunkard carried a bottle of bad wine in his left and right hands and walked staggeringly towards the street.

Behind him, the fat woman and the old hooligan were lying on the ground.

The blood was stained with blood, and a large piece of red...

Gudong, Gudong...

After two, a bottle of wine was gone.

Gudong...

After one gulp, another bottle of wine was gone.

"Hahaha, the bet is over, I can drink in the future!"

...

In the farmers' market.

There are thirteen pork shops.

This is the largest farmers' market in Mota City, with an average daily flow of nearly 300,000.

When it comes to Lao Wang who sells meat, there is no one who doesn’t give him a thumbs up.

The meat sold by Lao Wang is fresh, with first-class taste and fair price.

Moreover, I have never lacked any weight, and the weight is always high every time.

When it comes to Lao Li who sells meat, no one doesn’t know.

Lao Li’s meat is mostly problematic pork, sick pig, dead pig, and quick-growing pig.

If you lack weight, the price will be inflated.

As long as you get all the meat down and you have to pay for it once you put it on the scale.

Lao Li is thin and has a pair of cross-eyed eyes, relying on his second-rate nephew Lao Jiu who runs the farmers' market.

Lao Wang stopped to cut meat, raised his head and looked at the fireworks in the sky outside.

The corner of his mouth smiled, like a child celebrating the New Year.

"Old Wang, why are you so happy? You can't you find Xu Xian's wife?"

"The big girl I introduced to you last time is good, why don't you care about it?"

"Which widow is it, a single woman, let's hear it."

A few old customers who always come to buy often laughed in a hustle and said.

"We used to be rich people, eating meat, drinking wine, spending a lot of money, and sleeping women are the top names in the dance hall. Your five-star hotel is just like your backyard."

Lao Wang said with a smile.

Everyone was stunned.

"Since you are so rich, your protection fee this month will be tripled."

A crooked young man came over and two other little gangsters followed behind him.

The young man with yellow hair is Lao Zhang’s nephew Xiaojiu, and he has always been particularly "taken care of" Lao Wang.

Bajibaji...

Pooh!

Lao Jiu spit the chewing gum in his mouth on the pork hind legs, and tilted his neck and said, "This pig thigh is to be a filial piety to your grandfather and me."

"Ha ha……"

The two little gangsters behind laughed.

The old customer standing in front of the stall stepped back nervously when he saw this.

"OK!"

Lao Wang agreed very happily, and at the same time, the flesh-cutting knife in his hand flirted forward.

The knife covered in blood, with a flash of light, and a puff sound was heard.

Lao Jiu's tilted neck straightened and pressed one hand tightly against his neck.

"You, you..."

Tak, Tak...

Blood dripped down the cracks of his fingers, dyeing half of Lao Jiu's shoulders red.

Everyone was confused.

The two little gangsters were completely stunned and their legs became weak.

"Old Wang, no...the prince..."

"Give me your life!"

Puff, puff...

Behind the meat stall opposite, Lao Li was eating a piece of pork liver to watch the fun, and his expression suddenly changed slightly.

"Do you know, I've killed you old guy."

Lao Wang stood in front of Lao Li's meat stall, squinted his eyes as usual, with a gentle face, "It's okay if the meat sold is expensive, but it's also cleansed some problematic pork. It's eaten to death by the old man and the children. People like you who have completely blackened your conscience are simply hateful than me."

"you……"

Swish!

Lao Wang cut open Lao Li's throat with a knife, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "You don't deserve to talk to me. If it weren't for that damn bet, would I have sold pork here for fifteen years?"

"I have to endure it and want to kill you, an old bastard for fifteen years, and you have made a profit."

When the sirens rang, Lao Wang had disappeared in the farmers' market.

Everyone was panicked, but they also secretly cried out in their hearts.
To be continued...