As soon as Uncle Ya loosened his grip, the waiter's palms drooped down.
Based on my experience, his palm has either broken bones or broken tendons.
If it doesn't work well, you'll end up with a disability.
I have never seen Uncle Ya take action before, but I never expected that he would take action so decisively!
The waiter frowned, looked at his hands, turned around and ran away.
Uncle Ya stood at the door, stroking his beard, and fisted at the judges.
"Sorry, everyone! This accident happened and disturbed everyone."
After that, Uncle Ya shouted to the back hall: "Some wine to calm down the shock, some good wine, some strong wine! It's all on my account!"
"Okay!"
A bright answer came from the back hall, and Uncle Ya clasped his fists again: "Everyone, take a seat."
"Oh, you're too kind!"
"Yes, I have been listening to your stories since I was ten years old. I am now in my thirties, and we are all old neighbors!"
…
There were shouts of gratitude from the crowd, and the waiter was carrying trays and bottles of wine on the table.
Uncle Ya removed the tea bowl and replaced it with a set of drinking utensils and a plate of peanuts.
He frequently raised glasses and laughed and chatted with the old neighbors in the audience.
He looked like a retired old man.
At this moment, an untimely knock on the door suddenly sounded.
I followed the sound and saw that it was the second master.
And standing on his left was the waiter who had just left.
Obviously, they are moving in for reinforcements!
The second master stood at the door and sneered: "Old Ya, you have become more capable!"
"You harbor Chen Qi and dare to hurt my son!"
Uncle Ya stood up in a hurry and shook his robe: "Oh, my second master."
"I didn't know it before, it was an accidental injury!"
The second master narrowed his eyes: "So, you did it on purpose later?"
Uncle Ya suddenly laughed: "Destroying people's wealth is like killing their parents. He has committed a big taboo!"
"I thought he was your son, so I gave him a small punishment! If it had been anyone else, I would have beaten him to death, which is reasonable!"
The second master suddenly turned around and looked at the waiter: "Have you cut off people's financial opportunities?"
"I-I'm just trying to scare these theatergoers, no..."
"Snapped!"
The second master's arms were rounded, and with a big mouth, he whipped the waiter out of the room and out the door.
Uncle Ya quickly walked off the stage and tried to dissuade him: "Oh! Don't let my nephew break it!"
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Uncle Ya is giving the Second Master a hard time.
This second master is not a fool, he can naturally taste it.
Turning his head, the second master's face was already gloomy: "Old Ya, put this matter aside."
"This kid has been hiding here from you, right?"
Uncle Ya smacked his tongue a few times: "You two were tailors in your last life, right? Are you so good at wearing hats?"
"This kid is sitting right here. If he wants to arrest you, hurry up and arrest him. This bunch of people are waiting to listen to the book!"
The second master nodded: "Okay! It's best not to let me find out that this matter has anything to do with you!"
As expected, several big men pulled and dragged me, but I still didn't move at all.
This group of people could not help but look at me, but the stools were painted and the shoes were covered with cloth.
No matter how much they looked at it, they couldn't figure out anything fishy.
Uncle Ya picked up a peanut, put it in his mouth and chewed it a few times: "This is because the land master won't let me go!"
The second master turned his head and shouted coldly: "Stop playing with those crooked ways!"
"Why?"
Uncle Ya held chopsticks in one hand and raised his arms directly: "In front of everyone, don't talk nonsense."
At this time, an extremely loud shout suddenly burst out from the crowd: "There is a strange phenomenon in the heaven and earth, there may be injustice!"
When I looked back, I felt that this man looked familiar.
When I took a closer look, I was immediately happy.
Isn't this the waiter whom Uncle Ya calls "San'er"?
