Wang Dachun smiled, "Why, do you still want to buy and sell by force?"
"Stop talking nonsense! It's no longer the original price, two thousand yuan. If it beeps again, it won't be the same price again!"
Another long-haired man was carrying a sharp boning knife with blood dripping from the tip, and his other hand was also covered in blood. This man had few black eyes and many white ones. Although he was staring at Wang Dachun, Wang Dachun felt that he was looking at someone else.
Wang Dachun laughed loudly, "Why, you stupid dogs kill too many dogs every day, do you still want to kill others? Okay, chop here!" As he said, he deliberately stretched his neck, "You are cowards if you don't dare to chop! "
This kind of formation can scare ordinary people, but if you want to scare him Wang Dachun, it is really like using a big sword in front of Guan Gong, and using a big ax in front of Lu Ban's door.
"you……"
The dog butcher's expression changed. He didn't expect to meet a fool today. They used this trick to scare away many people. Those people were so frightened that they paid ten times more money and left.
"What are you doing? Human skin is much tenderer than that of dogs. All it takes is a slight scratch. Then you can hang up a sign saying "Human Meat House", which is guaranteed to make headlines, and of course, you can also get some money from the police uncle. Get some peanuts there!"
The people in the dog meat restaurant were so frightened by the blueprint drawn by Wang Dachun that the corners of their mouths twitched. They just wanted to scare Wang Dachun and extort some money. How could they really dare to kill someone?
The dog butcher was the first to relent, and said with a smile, "Brother, the misunderstanding is all a misunderstanding!"
"Misunderstanding? The misunderstanding was solved with just one sentence? Can I tell you the misunderstanding after I sleep with your wife?" Wang Dachun sneered in his heart. Evil cannot defeat good. As long as there is justice in the heart, all reactionaries are paper tigers.
"You...what do you want?" Changmaozi shouted.
"I don't want anything to happen, I just want to call the police." Wang Dachun said, taking out the phone, "Oh, the criminal police captain is my friend, and the police station director is also my friend, who should I call!"
Plop!
The dog butcher suddenly knelt down and slapped himself on the face, "Brother, we were wrong. We shouldn't have been obsessed with money and made so much money. Please don't call the police!"
"It's okay not to call the police. How much did you ask me for just now?"
The dog butcher grinned, "Two...two thousand."
Wang Dachun said with a half-smile, "Yes, just two thousand. If you give me two thousand to calm my nerves, I won't call the police."
The corner of the dog butcher's mouth twitched fiercely. Who can give us money to calm our panic?
Seeing that the dog butcher was still hesitating, Wang Dachun said, "Okay, if you don't pay me, you just wait to close down and go out of business!" Then he started to make a call.
"No, we'll give it! We'll give it!" The dog butcher gave in completely, wiped the blood on his apron with his hand, and counted out twenty old people's heads from an iron box to Wang Dachun.
Wang Dachun patted the banknotes and said with emotion: "Money is a good thing. Some people even turn their hearts and minds into blackness just for a little money."
The meat on the dog butcher's face twitched violently when he saw the money in Wang Dachun's hand. It was really a fox that didn't catch it and it made him angry. Where did this kid come from?
The little black dog was still barking and looking at Wang Dachun pitifully with its dark eyes.
"If you haven't put the puppy down and washed the ink clean, the two thousand yuan will be used as buying this puppy." Wang Dachun couldn't stand the pitiful eyes of the little black dog, and planned to take it home and play with it. .
"Yes, yes, wash it now."
In order to send away Wang Dachun, the god of plague, the dog butchers took the little black dog to the yard and rinsed its fur clean with the faucet.
I used a hair dryer to dry its hair, and it suddenly turned into a snow-white puppy.
Wang Dachun took the little white dog into his arms and touched its little head. "I will call you Little White from now on. Let's go home. Remember from now on, don't run to other people's homes. There are many bad people in this world." .”
The little white dog narrowly escaped death and seemed to sense Wang Dachun's kindness. It rubbed its head against him very affectionately and licked his hand with its tongue.
After putting the little white dog in the car, Wang Dachun called Bai Xue and asked her about the black dog's blood, saying that it was needed urgently. Bai Xue did not disappoint him and said that he would come and pick it up in the store. Wang Dachun was overjoyed, Bai Xue was really his noble person, nothing mattered to her.
When he arrived at the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion, Ling'er was sitting at the counter, dozing off little by little.
"Ling'er, what bad things did you do last night? You're still dozing off." Wang Dachun screamed and frightened Ling'er. Just as he was about to get angry, he realized that it was Wang Dachun who yawned and said, "It's Wang Dachun. Miss is here." Upstairs, when you come, go straight up."
After saying that, she lay down on the counter and fell asleep.
Wang Dachun shook his head and went directly upstairs. Bai Xue, dressed in a white dress with long hair reaching her waist, was sitting in front of the coffee table making tea.
Her fingers were like mutton-fat jade, and she picked up the purple clay pot like green onions. The body of the pot tilted, and a thin line suddenly poured into the tea cup from the mouth of the pot. The water flow was like a shining golden pillar, and the room was filled with the intoxicating aroma of tea.
Wang Dachun walked in and exclaimed, "Good tea! If tea is not intoxicating, everyone will be intoxicated. If flowers are not charming, people will be fascinated. What Miss Bai drinks is not tea, but art." Bai Xue is like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world. Even if she drinks Tea can also be beautiful and artistic.
Bai Xue glanced at Wang Dachun, "Poor talker." Then poured Wang Dachun a cup of tea, "The tea is just right, not old or tender, try it."
Wang Dachun grinned, "Isn't it? There are old and young teas? I think we old farmers only drink tea to quench their thirst and soothe their throats, not to care about the old and young people. When working in the fields, I brew a pot of herbal tea in an enamel jar, and the whole body is full of it. Sweating, I went to the field ridge and took a few sips of herbal tea, and my body suddenly felt as comfortable as a field that had been dry for a long time being moistened by a sweet rain."
The corners of Bai Xue's mouth raised slightly, "Although your metaphor is vulgar, it does make some sense."
Wang Dachun chuckled, "I'm a rough guy, I made Miss Bai laugh." As he said that, he picked up the tea in the cup and drank it all, but then his expression changed and he stuck out his tongue, which was burnt. "Ahem, is this what Miss Bai said about not being old or young?"
"Pfft!" Bai Xue couldn't help but chuckle when she saw Wang Dachun's embarrassed appearance. Then she seemed to have noticed the gaffe and immediately covered her mouth with her hand.
Wang Dachun was stunned by her eager-to-welcome yet shy expression, and felt that more than half of his three souls and seven souls had been lost.
Bai Xuetao's cheeks turned slightly red and she glared at Wang Dachun, "Don't look at it!"
Wang Dachun coughed dryly and quickly took a breath of cool air. Only then did he feel that his tongue was feeling better.
"Just ask Ling'er to get what you want." Bai Xue seemed to feel that Wang Dachun had spoiled the tea he had carefully brewed, and immediately lost interest in continuing the conversation.
