Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

The next morning, at the park gate where Zhong Yuemin had gone to pull bamboo yesterday, four or five cars rushed out quickly, and behind them came a park management staff member, who seemed to be the same staff member from yesterday, furious and cursing.

"Are you guys here in a group to pull bamboo? Stop right there! Stop right there! Don't let me catch you."

Zhong Yuemin, who was watching from a distance, was also helpless. He told Zheng Tong and others yesterday that he got his fishing rod from the park here, and these guys sneaked in early in the morning. They are all talented people.

After the fishing rods were made, they went to the moat, not the same place as yesterday, but a different place. He gave them the bait soaked in the fairy spring. With the fairy spring, this magical treasure, the fish in the water could smell the scent and come over even if they were dozens of miles away. Several people kept fishing with their fishing rods, and in a short while, each of them had more than ten pounds of bait in his bucket.

Yuan Jun was extremely excited.

"Yuemin, didn't we hit a fish nest today? I've never had such a great time fishing in my life. Hahaha, if we could catch this much every day, we'd all be rich."

Zhong Yuemin smiled but said nothing. After fishing that day, he sold all the fish to the supply and marketing cooperative. The brothers each earned about ten yuan. This went on for three days. On the fourth day,

The fish were wilting and wouldn't take the bait because the bait hadn't been soaked in the fairy spring water. He did this on purpose. If the place were packed every day, it would be too eye-catching, unrealistic, and illogical. In windy times, it's better to keep a low profile. The reason he brought Zheng Tong, Yuan Jun, and the others to fish was, firstly, to let them earn some money so they wouldn't starve at the end of the month, and secondly, to have a reasonable explanation when he had plenty of money in the future, saying it was earned from fishing and selling fish. Yuan Jun, Zheng Tong, and the others all knew it.

After an entire afternoon, none of them had come up. Zhong Yuemin said:

"Let's take a break today. I guess there are no more fish here. Let's go, let's go back."

A few people stood up helplessly and patted the dust off their pants. Yuan Jun rubbed his face and said:

"I've been sitting there all afternoon and haven't caught a single fish. My face is numb from the cold. I was hoping to get rich fishing, but it seems that's not going to work. Yuemin, how about going to Lao Mo for a meal tonight?"

Zhong Yuemin said, "Yuan Jun, if you don't spend all the money in your pocket, what will happen if you feel unwell?"

"It really is!"

Yuan Jun said sincerely:

"It feels like ants crawling on my body. It's been a long time since we've been to Lao Mo. I'm craving it, so why not go?"

Zhong Yuemin saw that Zheng Tong and the others were also like this,

"Chengcheng, let's go over for a meal today. It's my treat."

"Yuemin, I love you so much!"

A group of people rode their bicycles to Lao Mo on Xizhimenwai Street. Lao Mo, whose full name is Moscow Restaurant, is called Lao Mo. In fact, it is to avoid suspicion. When the People's Republic of China was founded, the relationship between China and the Russians in the north was very good, like brothers. Moscow Restaurant was also opened at that time. It is not just a restaurant, but also a symbol of friendship between the two countries.

But now, the two sides are at loggerheads and have reached the point of fighting each other. Along the 7000-kilometer border, both sides have deployed a million troops. The situation is tense and a full-scale war may break out with the slightest accidental firing.

Therefore, under the current circumstances, it is not appropriate to call it Moscow Restaurant, so it is renamed Lao Mo.

When they arrived, it was dinner time and there were many people inside. After searching the hall for a while, they finally found an empty table and sat down. The Lao Mo restaurant was very good in terms of both hardware facilities and software services. The crystal chandelier hanging overhead was dazzling, and there were European and American style oil paintings on the walls, as well as topless foreign girls. There was a snow-white tablecloth on the dining table, and a set of exquisite tableware was placed in front of each person. There was a spring seat under the buttocks, which provided excellent support.

The environment is quite good, so the cost is naturally not cheap. It is common to spend twenty or thirty yuan on a meal, which is equivalent to an ordinary worker's monthly salary.

Therefore, the people who can come here to spend money are generally two kinds of people. One kind is the really rich, upper-class people who can afford this consumption. The other kind is the gangsters like them. I don’t know when it started, but there is an unwritten rule in the gangster circle: those who have not been to Lao Mo to eat and drink are not real gangsters and cannot enter this circle. Therefore, they all pretend to be rich and eat a lot, but they can only go hungry at the end of the month.

Before he even had time to sit down, Yuan Jun had already taken a set of tableware from someone. Zheng Tong said:

"Yuan Jun, I don't even want to sit at the same table with you. Every time you come here, you always ask for this thing. Can I eat and drink it when I take it back?"

"What's it to you?" Yuan Jun said, "I'm happy to take it back and pick out the shit."

Zheng Tong said, "You only dare to follow this little trick. If you have the guts, move the chair over and I'll call you Master Yuan."

"Zheng Tong, don't provoke me, I can really do it!"

At this time, a waitress in white work clothes came over and said enthusiastically:

"Dear guests, what would you like to order?"

Yuan Jun picked up the menu and started to act funny again.

"Um... Comrade, do you have braised pork and steamed buns?"

Zheng Tong and others laughed.

The waitress said: "This is a Western restaurant, we don't have it."

Yuan Jun continued, "Comrade, do you offer a service for bringing in ingredients? I brought my own pancakes, could you cook them for me?"

The waitress looked a little unhappy and said coldly: "No."

"I won't let you serve me for free. I'll pay you a processing fee. My family's big cart shop also processes with materials. How can you, comrade, still look down on us country folk?"

Zheng Tong and his friends were holding back their laughter.

Zhong Yuemin didn't want to interrupt, he was familiar with the plot, maybe because of the influence of the 'Zhong Yuemin' he was possessed by, he felt uncomfortable if he didn't say something.

Interjected:

"Comrade, please don't take him seriously. This is my cousin from my hometown, a country boy who has never seen the world. This is his first time spending money here, and he thought he was in a rural cart shop. Please bear with me. He came here early this morning, riding a donkey, "clack, clack," and holding a big pig's head in one hand..."

Zheng Tong and his companions couldn't hold back their laughter and burst into laughter, which made the waitress very angry.

"Are you going to order food or not?"

"Diandian, let's order!"

Zheng Tong took the menu from Yuan Jun and said:

"Comrade, don't bother with these people. They're totally uncultured and disrespectful. Um... first, let's have a meatball with cream sauce. Half a pound per person."

The waitress was taking notes seriously, thinking that finally it was normal, but when she heard it, her face became even gloomier.

“It’s a dish, not a meatloaf.”

"Impossible!" Zheng Tong pointed at the dish's name and said seriously, "Comrade, I can read. It says 'pancake' here, and it's round."

“Hahahaha…” Yuan Jun and his companions couldn’t hold back any longer and laughed till tears came out.

"you……"

The waitress's chest heaved with anger. "A bunch of hooligans!"

He left angrily.