Xingzi and the charterer staged a funny chase and escape drama.
Tailor shop.
"Mr. Zhou, are you here? The Chinese tunic suit you ordered hasn't been finished yet." Yesterday, Zhou Qiang ordered a lot of clothes.
"Boss, I'm here today to order some work clothes." Zhou Qiang planned to make some work clothes for the Kung Fu Noodle House and show calligraphy on them.
"Work clothes? What do you want?"
"I want to open a kung fu noodle restaurant..." Zhou Qiang explained the situation.
"Kung Fu Noodle House? Agui and Coolie Qiang go to work in your noodle shop, right?" Before, Agui and Coolie Qiang talked about the Kungfu Noodle Shop.
"Yes, boss, do you know kung fu? If you do, you can also work in my kung fu noodle shop." Zhou Qiang tried to invite.
"I, uh..., I don't know Kung Fu." The tailor master had no intention of leaving, and wanted to continue living in seclusion in the Pig Cage Walled City.
"The specific look of the work clothes..." Zhou Qiang did not force it.
It didn't take long.
The charterer came back with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
She chased the star boy and bumped into the billboard.
"Honey, how are you? Are you okay?" The charterer hurriedly coaxed his wife.
"I'm fine. Huh? Why is there lipstick on your face? I'll beat you to death. Crack, crackle..." The housewife began to beat her husband severely again.
Xing Zai's place.
He hid in the lighthouse and healed himself. A lighthouse is a place on the street, on top of a street lamp, where people can hide.
Xingzi was injured in the shoulder and was poisoned by snake venom.
For ordinary people, death is inevitable.
However, Xingzai's main consciousness controlled the body and subconsciously controlled his body. He used the Tathagata Palm and unleashed his body's potential. Not only did his skin injuries quickly improve, but the snake venom was also resolved.
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It's just that he doesn't remember this memory.
I don’t know why his injuries got better.
…
Time continues to move forward.
Xing Zai and Fat Zai continue to fool around.
From time to time, I would visit the vicinity of the Pig Cage Walled City, looking for trouble.
"Crackling..."
Firecrackers sounded.
Kung Fu Noodle House is open.
At the same time, the ice cream shop also opened.
The ice cream shop is managed by Xiaofang, a mute girl. She found many physically handicapped people to work as shop assistants.
The ice cream shop not only sells ice cream, but also candies.
It attracted a lot of children and the business was pretty good.
Inside, there are several capable young men and young girls working as shop assistants.
They don't look like ordinary people.
Zhou Qiang met once, and they discussed many progressive ideas with Zhou Qiang.
Zhou Qiang expressed his approval and donated money and materials. He donated a lot of things.
The Kung Fu Noodle Shop.
The first day of opening the store.
Outside the shop, a large stove was set up.
A Gui and other masters worked hard at kneading and rolling the dough, showing off their unique skills.
Shanxi chefs also put on wonderful performances by cutting noodles with flying knives, cutting noodles from a distance, and cutting noodles with their heads overhead.
Others, masters with knife skills, performed cutting vegetables.
The chef who knows how to use a crescent shovel performs cooking.
Those who run around, perform legwork.
Those who know how to use concealed weapons can perform food passing in the air.
etc.
In short, everything in Kung Fu Noodle House is related to Kung Fu.
This wonderful performance attracted many people.
"good!"
"awesome!"
"How much does a bowl of these shaved noodles cost?"
"What? One bowl of noodles, one hundred oceans?!"
"Bazhen noodles are more expensive, a bowl costs hundreds of oceans!"
While everyone admired the skill, they were also frightened by the high price.
Most people just watched the fun.
Don't dare to go in and spend money.
However, the Kung Fu Noodle House is already full.
Most of them are foreigners, and there are a few yellow-skinned people, basically from the Japanese country. Xia people basically don't have it. They feel that eating such expensive noodles is not worth it and only fools eat it.
Kung Fu Noodle House became an instant hit.
For the next ten days or so, the place was full every day.
Regardless of whether they are foreigners or officials, they all have to line up honestly.
They thought it was so delicious.
And after eating it once, I want to eat it a second time.
The taste is unique.
In fact, in terms of taste, Zhou Qiang has engaged in black technology.
He made a lot of things like "beef essence".
They are all for foreigners to eat anyway, so they deserve to be eaten to death.
…
This evening.
Zhou Qiang came to the noodle shop.
"Mr. Zhou, these are the accounts for these days. We make profits every day..." Agui and Coolie Qiang reported their income first.
"The profit is not bad." Zhou Qiang took a casual look and felt that the income was not bad. In his eyes, it was pretty good, but in the eyes of A Gui and Coolie Qiang, the profit was frighteningly high. The initial pricing scared them.
"Mr. Zhou, do we really pay such high wages?" Zhou Qiang set high wages for the masters, and A Gui and Coolie Qiang were a little afraid to continue paying them.
"Yes, Kung Fu Noodle House mainly relies on everyone's kung fu to maintain its reputation, so it is appropriate to pay high wages." Zhou Qiang is not stingy with money. The masters of Kung Fu Noodle House can get a salary that is more than ten times higher than the average income.
"Well, Mr. Zhou, how much should the white seasonings you gave me be considered?" Coolie Qiang asked. He is responsible for adding additives such as beef essence. In the entire noodle shop, only A Gui and Coolie Qiang knew about the presence of these white powders. No one else knows.
"One tael is worth a hundred oceans." Zhou Qiang randomly set a price.
"Mr. Zhou, should we expand the store? There are a lot of customers queuing up outside every day." Agui said.
"Okay, ask the shops around. We can buy it at a high price or rent it."
"Mr. Zhou, we don't have enough manpower, we still need to recruit people..."
"Continue to recruit people, but they must be good at kung fu..."
"Mr. Zhou, there are two more things. One is that foreigners want to cooperate with us to open branches, and the branches will be opened overseas. The other is a challenge." When A Gui said these two things, his face was ugly.
The noodle shop opened by Zhou Qiang earns a lot of money every day, making many people greedy.
Foreigners choose to cooperate and make money together. In fact, he had ulterior motives and wanted to steal core secrets.
People from the same country chose to ruin the place and make it impossible for Zhou Qiang’s Kung Fu Noodle Shop to open.
"Gauntlet?"
"Mr. Zhou, we are a kung fu noodle shop. Some people are not convinced and come to challenge." A Gui handed over some challenge letters. These challenges are all from Xia Kingdom's own people. They like fighting among themselves.
Zhou Qiang looked at it casually.
"I understand, let's ignore the challenge for now. How do the foreigners want to cooperate?"
"The foreigners want our kung fu and secret recipes." Coolie said forcefully. He also looked ugly.
"Haha, foreigners are not good things." Zhou Qiang sneered.
"Mr. Zhou, if we refuse to cooperate, I'm afraid the foreigners will make it impossible for our noodle shop to open." Agui said.
No matter what happens, foreigners always take advantage of others. They are all robbers at heart.
"Foreigners, let's get in touch slowly first." Zhou Qiang had many ways to deal with foreigners.
"In this way, ten thousand yuan can be used to learn kungfu for a month.
However, it will never teach real kung fu. Please figure out what exactly it will teach.
Anyway, the only principle is to defraud foreigners of their money and not let them get the benefits. "
Zhou Qiang likes to trick foreigners the most.
Now that foreigners are coming to your door, let's go to hell.
"Okay, you can teach them how to carry water first," the coolie said forcefully.
…
They discussed for a while.
Zhou Qiang left the Kung Fu Noodle Shop.
He walked into a deserted alley.
There were about a dozen men in black blocking Zhou Qiang.
"Mr. Zhou..." The man in black was about to say something.
"Crackling..." Zhou Qiang's men opened fire, and about ten people were killed.
At this time, someone else came.
They are short but look strong.
"Baga..." They had guns in their hands, and a burst of "crackling" shots blocked Zhou Qiang and the others.
"Mr. Zhou, we will cover, you go first." Just when Zhou Qiang's men were in trouble.
Suddenly, the sound of a piano sounded.
Puff, puff,
The Japanese all died inexplicably.
Their heads fell off, and they didn't know how.
