Bailang originally wanted to cooperate with the other party, but what came out of the other party's words was beyond his expectation. It was just a huge amount of one gold for soup and medicine, but he was later asked to take his younger brother home if he couldn't afford it. It was equivalent to dropping out of school for a year and admitting his mistake to those in Dazhangzhuang.
This can no longer be called arrogance, it can simply be called too much bullying.
Even though Bailang always had a good temper, he couldn't help but slap the other person in the face. To be honest, Bai Lang had never even noticed this guy who wasn't even a warrior and was just showing off with his body. If the opponent didn't still have a bit of official thin skin, it wouldn't be as simple as a slap and two teeth. At least Bailang would have to break both of the opponent's legs to relieve his anger.
Don't say Bailang is cruel. Xin Buhuan can't stay in the knife shop at all. It is even less possible to hang out on the street.
To use what Zhou Dong said when he first met Bai Lang: The people in the knife shop only eat a bowl of rice with blood licked from the edge of the knife. If they are not ruthless enough, they will not be able to stand here at all.
Sure enough, no matter how ruthless he looks, there is no comparison at all in front of a truly ruthless character. A slap, two teeth, and finally the thrilling feeling of the knife tip slicing through the skin, instantly made Zhang Lichang, who had been dragging five and six people a moment ago, turn into a puddle of soft mud. He knelt on the ground with his head raised, his eyes full of fear, for fear that another hole would be drilled in his neck, which would kill someone!
Perhaps it was at this time that the bloody meaning of the word "knife hall" awakened deep in Zhang Lichang's memory.
"Remember?"
"Remember, remember!"
After hearing this, Bailang put away the knife with satisfaction. Then he took a few pennies from his arms and threw them on the table. Tea money, and money for the broken tea bowl.
As for Zhang Lichang, who looked frightened and black-faced on the ground, Bai Lang didn't look at him again. He's just an idiot with no brains. There's no need to remember his name.
Mainly Dazhangzhuang. Before, Bailang was curious about the purpose of the other lion's big mouth, but now it seemed that it was just to anger him. We have to wait and see what he does next.
What's behind the white waves? It's not just a knife shop.
I couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the people in Dazhangzhuang. This is indeed courageous enough! Things that the richer, more popular, and more prestigious big business houses in the city don't dare to do, the gangs of bankers outside the city dare to do directly. I don’t know how to evaluate it either.
Bai Lang was even thinking about whether it was necessary to throw this matter directly into the top. After all, it can be seen how "honest" those people are when Dazhangzhuang brings trouble to the village chief. To bully honest people, it seems that the strength of the knife studio is really not needed, borrowing the name should be enough.
While walking, I was thinking about how to give the people in Dazhangzhuang a little shock, and take a look at Zeng Fei's situation. After all, although he spoke well in the first two days, Bailang needs to understand whether Zeng Fei followed the plan and the outcome of meeting his sister Zeng Yi in order to make follow-up arrangements.
Let’s talk about the industrial park. Bailang didn't just transfer this idea to him casually. After all, the idea is good, but the differences between the two worlds are also extremely obvious. And he also needs to take into account the interests of Tang Zuo Swordsmanship. You can't just copy everything mechanically, otherwise it will be more likely to be out of time, and it may also offend the knife shop that he currently relies on for survival. Therefore, in addition to normal practice in the past two days, Bailang's thoughts were basically spent on how to move the concept of "industrial park" to Yongchuan City at the right time and create the desired effects and results.
Once this is done, there will be many benefits for Bailang.
Not only can Zeng Fei successfully make a comeback to pay off his debts, but also complete Bailang's promotion mission. He was also able to establish an unusually close relationship with Zeng Fei to a certain extent. And maybe register with the City Lord's Mansion. These are qualifications. Bailang knew the importance of "qualifications" when he was a social animal in his last life. Now naturally we will only pay more attention to it.
However, before Bailang could reach Zeng Fei's home, he was stopped by a shout on the way.
"Brother White! Brother White!"
Ma Liu, who had not been seen for many days, turned around and came over from the street. The smile on his face is hard to ignore. It's just that the leper doesn't look comfortable in any way.
"Ma Liu? Is something wrong?"
"Hehe, I heard from Brother Dong two days ago that Brother Bai was accepting a promotion mission, so I thought of serving some wine to Brother Bai to celebrate. No, I finally found my brother, so I'll be rewarded!"
Nine out of ten sentences the gangster says are false. Don't even expect them to sincerely make friends with you. In this regard, there is an absolute difference between a knife shop and a gangster. People in the Knife Hall value loyalty, friendship and human relationships. Gangsters value profit over words. You can contact them if you have something to do, but you must not be blinded by their "affectionate energy".
"Eat wine? Haha, Ma Liu, I may not be able to drink your wine. If you have any questions, just tell me. Although I have accepted the promotion task, I am still a street wanderer, and I can still do what I should do. No need to do anything Those empty ones.”
"Farewell, Brother Bai, just show me some respect. Although things have happened, I just want to celebrate with you, Brother Bai. Besides, this is not the place to talk. I just slaughtered a local sheep over there. Is it fresh?" The tangy smell, stew the soup in a pot, and then add thin slices, this is a must-try for French and White brothers..."
Hearing this, Bailang paused.
"Shabu-boiled mutton?"
"Ah? Oh yes! Shabu-shabu mutton! This is a way of eating here that doesn't go into a restaurant. It's very good!"
"Haha, indeed, we often eat like this over there. Is there any sesame paste?"
"Yes! Brother Bai, how could he not have such a good mouthful? Let's go, let's go!" Ma Liu had never heard of sesame paste at all, and only vaguely guessed that it should be something like sesame paste. As for what this thing had to do with mutton, he didn't bother to care. As long as Bailang can be invited there, the rest is just spending some money. What kind of groceries can't be bought in the north and south of Yongchuan City?
The two of them were like friends for many years, walking and chatting with smiles on their faces, heading towards Ma Liu's big house on Yuhua Street.
As they walked, Bailang asked curiously: "By the way, Ma Liu, the local sheep you just mentioned, are there many sheep-raising villages around?"
"Not many, just one. The main reason is that it is difficult to obtain fodder. At present, less than a hundred sheep are produced in Dazhangzhuang every month."
"Are you familiar with the people in Dazhangzhuang?"
"It's quite familiar. The business they do in the city mostly involves ingredients. The Hualou and the restaurants are all big places. I have some acquaintances on both sides, so I'm pretty sure."
"So, when Zhuangzi from outside comes to do business in the city, do you still have to deal with it?"
"No, brother Bai, don't scare me. With the knife shop at our side, how can we have the guts to take advantage of passing money? I don't hide it from my brother, we just get some intermediary benefits on the way to shipment. The main thing is that supply and demand are messy, and we are here to help bridge the gap..."
