In order to further let Zhou Qingyu experience the terrifying flow of people and consumption power in the provincial capital, Zhang Dachuan took Zhou Qingyu to walk in the Taixingli neighborhood, walking from the street to the end of the street with those who came to check in.
The two of them walked around here for a long time and ate a lot of local snacks.
Zhou Qingyu has never been to such a prosperous big city like the provincial capital in his whole life, not to mention how happy he is.
What's more, he still has his sweetheart by his side, which makes Zhou Qingyu cherish this opportunity even more.
So, at some point, she took the initiative to hold Zhang Dachuan's arm and pulled him between various food stalls, like a couple in love.
By the time the two of them had finished shopping around the entire neighborhood, it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening.
Although there were still some unfinished ideas, Zhou Qingyu was too tired to hold on any longer, so the two planned to return to the hotel.
As the two of them walked outside, Zhang Dachuan casually asked Zhou Qingyu how he felt about playing, and then said to the girl:
"You have also seen the excitement here. If a milk tea shop can be opened here, the business will definitely be very good."
Zhou Qingyu nodded in agreement:
“I think so too, but it’s definitely difficult to get a stall here, and since we’re not locals, we shouldn’t have much chance.”
"Let's go somewhere else tomorrow."
Zhang Dachuan did not object and nodded with a smile.
Anyway, we have plenty of time, so it’s not a bad thing to see more.
They walked out of Taixingli with the flow of people, turned around and walked to a relatively quiet street, preparing to take a detour back to the hotel.
At this time, three drunk young people came towards me.
The three of them were arm-in-arm, chatting and laughing as they walked. When they saw the young and beautiful Zhou Qingyu from a distance, they immediately rolled their eyes and whispered together.
Then, as the two sides passed each other, a young man somehow slipped and was "tripped" by Zhou Qingyu.
"Ouch", the young man with dyed yellow hair fell to the ground, and the wine in his hand spilled all over.
The other two people were well prepared and immediately stopped them when they saw this:
"Hey, why are you walking? Didn't you notice that you tripped over someone?"
"Can you walk? Do you have eyes?"
Zhou Qingyu didn't actually feel that she had tripped the other person, but she was gentle and kind, and she was out of town. She understood that doing more is worse than doing less. When she saw this, she quickly apologized:
"I'm sorry, I really didn't pay attention. I'm really sorry."
Huang Mao got up from the ground, took off his coat and held it in front of Zhou Qingyu:
"I'm sorry and that's it? The new clothes I just bought today were ruined by you, don't you express your gratitude?"
Zhou Qingyu said:
"Then...then how much does your dress cost? Can I pay you for it?"
Huang Mao chuckled and waved his hand in a pretentious manner:
"Since you are so sensible, beauty, there is no need for that."
Zhou Qingyu smiled sweetly, thinking he had met a good person, but unexpectedly the other person revealed his true face:
"But an apology is necessary. I haven't decided what I want yet. Why don't you and I add WeChat and I'll tell you after I think about it?"
As he spoke, he reached out his hand to tease Zhou Qingyu's hair.
Zhang Dachuan, who was watching coldly, sneered, slapped Huang Mao's hand away, and said mockingly:
"If you want contact information, you need contact information. Are you ashamed to use such low means?"
"Also, remember not to be so obvious next time when your left foot stumbles over your right foot. When you touch porcelain, your acting skills should be more realistic. Who can you deceive without falling and eating shit?"
"Get out of here while I'm in a good mood today."
The three young men were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other and started laughing.
The three of them quietly separated their positions, blocking the two of them in three directions. Then Huang Mao grinned, revealing his true nature of being careless:
"Look at the accent. Brother, you are from out of town. Who gave you the capital to be so arrogant? You don't even look at where this place is. Do you know who we are?"
"If you can, just tell me what you just said again."
Zhang Dachuan was also happy when he saw this.
He grabbed Huang Mao's hair, raised his hand and slapped him on the mouth:
"Now that I have changed my mind, you three must kneel down and apologize to me today."
Huang Mao was in pain and immediately yelled:
"Damn it, beat him!"
The other two people did not expect that Zhang Dachuan would dare to take the initiative to attack. Their expressions changed immediately, they cursed "fuck" and punched him in unison.
But unfortunately, Zhang Dachuan used his backhand to push back. The two bamboo-shaped guys tilted their bodies, hit their heads on the ground, and fell to the ground.
He is now a junior martial artist in the Qi and Blood Realm, and his strength is far beyond that of ordinary people. Even such easy and freehand strikes can have quite shocking effects on ordinary people.
The two young men's heads buzzed on the spot, they were dizzy after being hit, and they started to cry in pain.
As for poor Huang Mao, Zhang Dachuan's other hand was still holding his hair. Now that he had freed his hand, he continued to slap his mouth with a big mouth.
Snap, snap, snap.
In the blink of an eye, half of Huang Mao's cheeks were swollen, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and it seemed that he even lost a few teeth.
Zhou Qingyu couldn't bear to see it, and quickly grabbed Zhang Dachuan:
"Brother Dachuan, it's okay. If you fight again, you will be hospitalized."
After all, this is not Bailong City, and she is worried about offending the wrong people.
Sure enough, after Huang Mao got some time to breathe, he immediately stared at Zhang Dachuan with fierce eyes and cursed vaguely:
"Do you fucking know who you provoked? We are Mr. Ding's people. If you can, beat me to death, otherwise I guarantee you will not be able to leave Dongjiang City!"
As soon as he heard the name "Master Ding", Zhang Dachuan let go of Huang Mao.
He looked at this kid with a funny face and asked:
"Who do you think you belong to? Mr. Ding? Okay, I'll be right here. Just call him and ask him to come over."
Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, then became ecstatic, pointed at Zhang Dachuan and shouted threats:
"This is you looking for death, just stand still and wait!"
After saying that, the kid took out his cell phone and started making crazy calls.
Seeing this, Zhou Qingyu suddenly became worried:
"Brother Dachuan, why don't we leave quickly? We are not familiar with the place here. It would be bad if we offend the wrong people."
Zhang Dachuan patted her little hand with a smile:
"Don't worry, I just want to see who Mr. Ding is."
If he remembered correctly, the "good brother" Wang Tiebiao wanted to introduce to him seemed to be named Mr. Ding.
A person who was hanging out in Dongjiang City, the provincial capital, wanted to hang out with him. This made Zhang Dachuan preconceptions that the other person was probably not a very good person.
But looking at the situation in front of me, it doesn't seem to be the case.
However, if this Third Master Ding is really Third Master Ding, he would have to seriously consider Wang Tiebiao's suggestion.
A big bastard who can bring out such a scumbag is not worth cultivating.
