Everyone at the table burst into laughter. Xiang Yu shouted, "Bring two more bottles of vodka!"
Looking at Mulan, whose brows were gradually unfurrowing, I said, "Sister, when I have time, I'll take you back to Yucai Hospital so Bian Que and Hua Tuo can take a look. If you keep covering your face like this, people will think you're Xi Shi."
Mulan smiled sweetly: "Xi Shi was covering her heart, wasn't she? Besides, am I really that beautiful?"
I said dismissively, "You're much prettier than Xi Shi, really." Then I asked the people around me, "Has anyone here ever seen Xi Shi?" They all shook their heads.
I said, "You two can compare when she comes."
Speaking of Yucai, the heroes of Liangshan and the Four Heavenly Kings suddenly came to mind. I'd missed them quite a bit after not seeing them for so long. I took out my phone and called Tong Yuan. Singapore and China have no time difference; it was a little past 10 p.m. They'd already returned to their hotel from the competition and were having a late-night snack. Tong Yuan answered the phone and probably made a shushing gesture to those around her, saying, "Shh, it's Xiao Qiang." Her words only caused chaos on the other end. Several loud, gruff voices shouted, "I'll talk to him! I'll talk to him!"
Finally, the call ended up in Fang Zhenjiang's hands, which means he and Tong Yuan are the closest—I won't go into why they are so close.
Fang Zhenjiang shouted, "Hey, Xiaoqiang! Why are you only calling us now?"
I laughed and said, "A bunch of heartless bastards! You still dare to talk? If I hadn't beaten you up, you would have forgotten about me long ago, right?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by a series of clattering sounds—it seemed like they were fighting over the phone again. Zhang Qing, panting heavily, said, "Xiao Qiang, you're not dead yet?"
I laughed and cursed, "You son of a bitch, how was the match? Didn't you get beaten to a pulp?"
Zhang Qing said arrogantly, "Didn't you watch TV?"
"Why are you watching TV? Are you wanted by international police?"
Zhang Qing said, "Hehe, you'll be shocked when I tell you. So far in the competition, we haven't even let those foreign bastards win a single bronze medal."
A mocking voice came from next to Zhang Qing: "You still have the nerve to say that? When you were competing against that Russian, weren't you so scared that you couldn't move at the beginning?" Laughter erupted around them.
Zhang Qing said a little embarrassedly, "Hey, this is the first time I've ever seen someone with blond hair and blue eyes. I thought they were a demon."
I smiled and asked, "Is everyone else alright?"
"Everything is fine, except that Zhenjiang had a small mishap during the final yesterday and almost lost."
"What's wrong?"
He said that while he was fighting, he felt a chill as if he were suddenly possessed, and his strength was not as great as usual, but he was fine after 10 minutes.
I broke out in a cold sweat and said sheepishly, "Tell Zhenjiang that I'll treat him to some cookies to calm his nerves when we get back—when are you guys done competing?"
"Soon, we'll give you a surprise when we get back. You're doing well, aren't you?"
I quickly said, "That's great. A lot more people have come to the school. Guan Yu is here too, but unfortunately he went to Henan." I didn't dare tell them that we were causing trouble at someone's place. Knowing the bandits' temperament, they knew there was going to be some excitement, so they hung up the phone and rushed back.
After that, I chatted with Lu Junyi and Fang La for a few more minutes before hanging up.
After learning that I had spoken with the heroes of Liangshan, Wu Sangui was very fascinated. Finally, he said with some concern, "Do you think they will look down on me if they find out about my story?"
I patted Wu Sangui on the shoulder and said, "Third Brother, let's not talk about this anymore. I understand your suffering; let future generations judge the rest."
Xiang Yu said, "This is already the future—"
I glanced at Mulan and said, "Actually, apart from me, Mulan, who here isn't wearing flowers on their head and standing on poop? How could there be such a consistent evaluation?"
We drank quite a bit that day, to the point that we almost forgot what we were there for. I didn't even remember when the waiter came to collect the bill, leaving me slightly drunk. I instinctively pulled out my wallet, glanced at the bill, and exclaimed, "Holy crap, three thousand eight?" I broke out in a cold sweat, sobered up considerably, and said in a low voice to Xiang Yu and the others, "Gentlemen, time to get to work!"
The first to react was Jing Ke, who effortlessly jumped onto the stage and shouted, "Murder!" As for me, I grabbed the bill and tore it to shreds without thinking.
The six of us worked in perfect unison, some clearing the area, others launching the attack. In the blink of an eye, several of the thugs who had come out to maintain order were knocked down. Seeing the situation escalating, a man who looked like a foreman immediately appeared, grabbed me, and pleaded, "A 40% discount...can you give me a 40% discount?"
I said, annoyed, "Don't you know why we're causing trouble for your place?"
One of Wu Sangui's henchmen, who had just been beaten down, suddenly had a flash of inspiration and pointed at us, saying, "You're the ones who smashed up the rich man's house?"
The foreman seemed to have heard about our situation, and asked nervously, "Didn't you say you were going to Qianleduo next? Why are you here?"
My face flushed, and I quickly said, "It was an accident, an accident. We just came to have a drink before we left." I felt quite embarrassed. Actually, if this bar hadn't been so rip-off, I would have just paid up and left. After all, we had made a big show of this operation and didn't want people to think we were up to some kind of diversionary tactic.
The foreman crossed his arms and waved them frantically in the air, shouting, "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"
The fight was nearing its end when he shouted, and the few remaining thugs scattered to the side. The foreman gave me a forced smile and said, "In that case, I won't keep you any longer. Take care."
us:"……"
It must be said that this foreman is flexible and quick to adapt to changing circumstances.
Speaking of bars, it suddenly occurred to me: I think I also run one... I'm not the same as the cockroach I used to be, smashing up other people's shops without a second thought, completely forgetting that I'm a monk with a temple to worship. I hurriedly called Sun Sixin, and the first thing I said was: "If anyone comes to our place to cause trouble, don't say or do anything, just take our people and leave."
Sun Sixin's promotion also stemmed from that initial period of intense competition. After hearing my explanation, he paused for a moment before immediately replying, "I know what to do." Hey, our manager isn't any worse than Lei Laosi's!
We were politely seen off by the people at the bar and then drove to Qianleduo.
In the car, Mulan said, "Do you think the other side might think we're afraid of them and are starting a sneak attack?"
“I’m worried about that too,” I said with a stern face. “—Who ordered a striptease just now?”
Everyone exchanged bewildered glances, and Ersha chuckled. I knew he'd heard this on the radio countless times and come here to experience it for himself. I glared at him: "No wonder it's so expensive!"
Hua Mulan said, "It's alright, since we didn't get paid in the end anyway."
I said irritably, "Is it because of money? I was so busy talking to you that I didn't even notice when I jumped!"
...
Qianleduo is very easy to find, and the location is good. Actually, I've heard of both Fuhao and Qianleduo, but I didn't know before that it was Lei Laosi's business. Now, the place is under heavy guard. Although no more thugs are coming to join the fun, the desolation and solemnity at the entrance show that everything inside has been prepared.
We filed in after getting off the bus. The reception area was now staffed entirely by men. A short man, clearly not a former receptionist, gave a forced smile and said to the first person to enter, "Sir, are you here for karaoke, dancing, or..." It seemed they were still open despite waiting for us, having sent a junior manager to the front desk. Before he could finish, Xiang Yu followed us in. The short man glanced up at Xiang Yu, then suddenly pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, looked at us, and muttered, "Big guy, woman, old man... and where's the fat guy?"