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Brother Shi covered his side abdomen and took a few quick breaths to relieve the dull pain in his ribs. "Such a master, I think the boss should be interested. I will tell him when I get back."

Hearing this, the fat man immediately ignored his still aching head and said happily: "With the help of the boss, I will definitely be able to vent my anger."

Snapped!

The other cheek was also slapped. Brother Shi pointed at the fat man's nose and cursed: "You idiot, be honest, we can't mess with this kind of people. I'm letting you vent your anger. You are so shameless. Let the boss vent your anger for you. Do you deserve it?

I guess if the boss knew about this, he would definitely want to make friends with this kind of master. Behind all the existing martial arts masters, there is a background that we can look up to.

Tell your gang of thugs to stay away from that man."

Now the fat man's whole head began to hurt. His already big head was now swollen even more, and he looked like a white pig.

The next day, Monday, it was raining and the air was extremely chilly. Jiangzi's customers were trapped indoors due to the cold. The entire Japanese restaurant looked very deserted. It was almost 12 noon and there was only one table of customers eating quietly there. After that table of customers left, Chu He gave all the employees half a day off, just as long as they would not delay the evening shift.

The male employees cheered and went back to the dormitory to play cards. Chu He turned on his computer and started playing DOTA. He used to be so clumsy that he couldn't even play Steelback, but now he can challenge Carl.

Chu He, who is not doing his job, is addicted to playing. Yang Bo Flint refreshes Yang Shi Huo. After the fight, he calls it a day. A real man never looks back at the result...

Suddenly I felt someone standing next to me, but the team battle was in full swing and I had no time to pay attention to him. I just took a quick glance and saw that it was a middle-aged man. Chu He said, "Wait a moment, sit anywhere, I can take him in 3 minutes."

The middle-aged man did not leave but leaned over and stared at the screen. Looking at the constantly jumping skill board, the man who thought he was also an expert put away his intention to give advice and started to watch it seriously.

The moment Carl dodged, he quickly typed a line of words on the screen: Quick push, something's up.

The teammates with low health who were about to retreat, upon hearing the order from the master, rushed forward again regardless of their lives. The Centaurs even blocked the entrance to the fountain, covering the soldiers and teammates in their push.

At 2 minutes and 20 seconds, Chu He really put away the game, turned his head to look at the man and said, "What's the matter?"

The man sat back down, facing Chu He, and said with a smile: "Aren't we all here to eat?"

Chu He pulled out a water cup from under the bar, reached out for the tea he had made, and poured a cup for the man: "Others are here to eat, but you are not."

“How come you see?”

"Who's having dinner and there's still a little brother standing guard outside?" Chu He pointed to the screen hidden in a bar counter and showed it to the man.

I saw 5 black Mercedes parked outside the shop. The people who got out of the cars surrounded the shop. They were all big and strong, and their uniform black suits scared passers-by away. It was obvious at first glance that they were not good people.

The middle-aged man took out his business card: "Tongyu Group, Yin Zetian."

Chu He took it. The gold-embossed business card was dazzling. There was only a name and a phone number on the front of the business card, and a blooming white lotus was engraved on the back.

Chu He glanced at it and threw it into his business card box. He was casual and didn't take Yin Zetian seriously at all. Yin Zetian was about to get angry, but he suppressed it in an instant and smiled again: "How about making friends?"

"I always serve good wine to friends. People who know me say I'm kind, but I don't know what kind of friend you want to be?" Chu He picked up his teapot and poured himself a cup: "Iron Guanyin, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Yin Zetian's tone became colder: "You repeatedly injured my brother, and I wanted to make peace and make friends with him, but you don't even give me face?"

"Face is earned, not begged for. I love making friends the most, and I love making money in harmony. But it doesn't mean that if you fall into my hands and don't apologize, you are showing me favor. I don't buy that." Chu He drank the hot tea in the cup slowly.

Yin Zetian leaned back, and the pressure from the superior loomed over him.

Fortunately, the chairs are custom-made and the backrests are very stiff, otherwise what would I do if I fell down while trying to show off, Chu He thought.

"Mr. Zhuo, you seem very confident, don't you? I just don't know who gave you the courage?"

"Come on, just because you have the title of chairman, you think you are a cultured person? A bandit is a bandit, don't pretend to be a scholar. You try to draw a tiger but end up drawing a dog. If you want to figure me out, just be frank. Who gave me the courage and confidence? It was Liang Jingru. What can you do about it?" Chu He laughed.

Yin Zetian leaned forward and said, "Our group specializes in information consulting, door-to-door assistance, and human resources. I don't know if Mr. Zhuo's small temple can stand the test of time."

Chu He laughed loudly: "You are so funny. You make it sound so high-sounding to talk about loan sharking, violent debt collection, organizing and leading the underworld, and forced demolition of land. Don't you feel ashamed, Mr. Yin?"

"It seems that you are not going to give me, Yin, a face?"

"I said face is earned, not begged for."

"Aren't you afraid that I will make your store closed?"

"Afraid? Why should I be afraid? You have been cleansed, but not completely clean. Aren't you the rats in the gray industry?

It can not only help the underworld to gain momentum, but also help the functional departments to deal with troubles. Let me guess, are you talking about nothing more than the little devils from the fire protection, sanitation, and public security departments who come to bother you in turn?

What's more, you guys are doing something bad to me. Each of you is sitting at a table drinking tea, and two of you are standing at the door blocking it, right?

But you wouldn’t dare to do anything more drastic, because that would be a step over the line.”

Yin Zetian did not comment: "Even if you guessed it right, how can you face it?"

“Why should I face it? This shop is just a way for me to kill time. What if you push me to the limit? Do you really think you can withstand the wrath of a retired warrior?” Chu He grabbed two iron spoons from the side and demonstrated his three-finger power in front of him again, which made Yin Zetian’s eyelids twitch.

A lot of sauce spoons have been damaged recently, it’s time to restock...

Yin Zetian was not angry but happy: "Are you really one of the legendary martial arts masters?"

Chu He shook his head: "There is no such thing as a great man. Even if there is, they are all people who seek fame and reputation."

"So what is your Kung Fu?"

"I practiced blindly."

Yin Zetian's mouth twitched: "Don't be ridiculous, how can you become like this by practicing blindly?"

"What about me? Have you seen me?"

"I've seen the surveillance footage from that night."

"Then you dare to threaten me?"

"I just want to give it a try. It is said that the spirit of a true warrior cannot be suppressed by force, and some people also say that a warrior's spirit can be released outwardly." Yin Zetian said with longing in his eyes.

"That's all nonsense, a trick to trick old men and women into buying health products. I didn't expect a gang leader like you to believe it."

Yin Zetian's face darkened involuntarily when he was teased by Chu He. After changing several times, he continued to ask, "Then is there anything to say about your Kung Fu?"

"Gossip."

Yin Zetian frowned and thought for a while: "I have only heard of Tai Chi, isn't Bagua something from the Book of Changes?"

Chu He shook his head: "Gossip has been lost since the Republic of China. It's not surprising that you haven't heard of it."

"It's all lost. How did you learn it?"

"One day, I met the successor of Bagua in my dream. She was a beautiful sister. She taught me in my dream for 20 years, and I learned it." Chu He recalled, his expression full of nostalgia.

Yin Zetian looked as if he had eaten a fly, and looked at Chu He with dissatisfaction, as if he had been raped by him.

Yin Zetian stood up and said, "Can you please teach me a few moves?"

Chu He looked him up and down, then waved his hand: "You can't do it. You have been drained of your body by alcohol and sex, and your feet are weak."

Yin Zetian was not convinced: "I can fight with professionals in the octagon."

"Those fighters you mentioned are just grappling. Grappling is not a killing move. They are just jumping around without any feet. How powerful can they be in a fight!" Chu He chuckled.

Yin Zetian didn't believe it, and Chu He refused to teach him. The two of them remained in a stalemate. Chu He's mouth twitched: "If you don't leave, I will continue to play a game. Don't waste my time."

Seeing that Chu He ignored him, Yin Zetian became more and more aggressive and stretched his fist in front of Chu He's face. Chu He had no choice but to stretch out his arm, hook Yin Zetian's fist and pull it into his arms, then push him hard. Yin Zetian took several steps backwards uncontrollably and knocked over the table behind him before he stopped. After he stood firm, he saw that Chu He had already sat back in front of the computer and entered the matching state again.

The horn of attack sounded again!

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During this period, He Han, who had been busy with the Kaman business, rarely came, and Tang Jing, who was busy developing new business, also disappeared. The colder weather made the Japanese restaurant's business become deserted.

Chu He transformed himself into an internet-addicted uncle. He handed over the few small customers every day to his employees. Except when some important customers came, Chu He worked tirelessly at his computer desk all the time.

On this day, when Chu He's eyes were still moving in the void, the table beside him was knocked twice. Chu He glanced at it quickly, then pulled his sight back in an instant. With a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, he said vaguely: "Wait a moment, it will be ready soon, you can find a place to sit."

Tang Jing frowned, reached out to take the cigarette butt that was about to burn Chu He's lips, pressed it in the ashtray, and took Luo Zijun to the old place where she usually sat.

After a wave of deaths, the big tree in his home fell to the ground with a loud bang. "I can't carry them. I really can't carry a bunch of trash!" Chu He quit the game cursing.

He took out a pot of Tieguanyin from the drawer and brought it to Tang Jing and Luo Zijun.

"Long time no see, what do you want today?"

"Lao Zhuo, let's talk about ordering food later. Today, Zijun wants to talk to you." Tang Jing smiled.