Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Instead of going to a restaurant, the three of them bought some food and drinks and returned to the small courtyard where the two of them rented a place. They set up a copper pot, laid out cold dishes, and ate meat while drinking.

This is their favorite way to party.

At home, I'm not afraid of being overheard, so I can say whatever I want. I might curse at the young master or something, and no one will complain—after all, everyone curses together, so no one can escape the blame anyway.

Even when drunk, they can fall asleep right there and don't even need to move.

After a few rounds of drinks, all three of them had flushed faces.

"Hey, Hammer, your new employer treats you well?" The young man named Da Tian, ​​with sesame paste on his lips and a slightly dazed look in his eyes, looked at Hammer. "What brings you here?"

Hammer is no longer the same Hammer he once was. After months of studying classic texts with Yang Libo, he is now completely sober, not drunk at all.

He chuckled, not mentioning Lin Ting's situation, and only said, "It's a big deal, we'll talk about it tomorrow when you two are sober."

"Hey, you, how come you've learned to beat around the bush?" Another dark-skinned guy, nicknamed Old White, grinned and pointed at the beer in front of Hammer. "This deserves a penalty!"

Hammer wasn't annoyed; he just chuckled and drank the penalty wine.

He'd been drinking a bit too fast, so he wiped the beer foam from the corner of his mouth before asking, "What are you two doing now?"

Da Tian and Lao Bai shared a small house in the east wing of a courtyard. The courtyard was even smaller than Grandma Li's house. Besides the two of them, there were nine other people crammed together in the house. The courtyard was filled with all sorts of odds and ends, and the clothesline looked like a spider web.

Their cramped living quarters were a testament to their current situation.

With slightly red, drunken eyes, Da Tian fiddled with a lighter, his voice low and deep: "Just messing around, the two of us are working at a disco now."

Old Bai chimed in, "I watch cars, he works as a waiter, and he earns more than me."

Disco staff can occasionally earn some tips and extra money. However, they also sometimes encounter difficult customers, and it's common to get yelled at or even hit.

Old Bai was originally a waiter, but last week he ran into a young master who used to have a good relationship with Feng Yao. This young master recognized him, nitpicked at him all night, and even kicked him out of the waiter's job and onto the door.

Old Bai pondered for a week but still couldn't figure out why this young master, who used to treat him well and even offered him cigarettes, had suddenly started causing him trouble.

“If you ask me, you should just quit,” Da Tian said, lighting a cigarette and frowning. “It’s freezing cold, we’re not going to suffer that.”

"Well, I haven't found another job yet, have I? Watching cars is better than doing manual labor." Old Bai said dejectedly, tilting his head back and downing a glass of wine.

Does he not want to change jobs?

He didn't know what to change.

Old Bai held his empty wine glass, glanced at Da Tian, ​​and then looked at Hammer: "Actually, I'm thinking of going to the south. There are too many people I know in Beijing."

He still doesn't know how many people want to mess with him and vent their resentment towards Feng Yao on him.

What he knew was that he couldn't afford to offend any of those people.

This time I sent him to look at cars, but what about next time?

He didn't know anything; he just wanted to run.

He had been thinking about this for several days, but he hadn't told Da Tian about it yet.

Upon hearing this, Da Tian frowned and remained silent, his thoughts unknown.

Hammer is quite familiar with the South!

Especially in Guangzhou, especially in entertainment venues.

After thinking for a moment, adhering to his prudent approach, he gave a prudent suggestion: "Anyway, you're not happy with your current situation, so why don't you go out and see what's going on? What if the South is a good fit for you? There are plenty of bosses there, and lots of nightclubs and karaoke bars, so finding work won't be difficult."

Old Bai's eyes brightened.

But after subconsciously touching his pocket, he sighed again.

Going out to take a look will require travel expenses.

Hammer poured the wine with his eyes downcast, and continued without thinking, "Oh right, there's something else I need to tell you in advance—I'll give each of you two two thousand yuan for the work I'm asking you to do this time, but you can't tell anyone a word about what you're doing, no matter where you go."

"How many?"

"two thousand?"

Lao Bai and Da Tian instantly forgot the dull topic from before, staring wide-eyed at the hammer in disbelief, as if they had both sobered up.

They get two thousand for each job; they didn't even get this much when they were working for Feng Yao.

He banged the hammer on the table, emphasizing, "Don't tell anyone, understand?"

They both nodded vigorously at the same time: "We've got it! We've definitely got it! I won't even tell anyone in my sleep!"

"Alright, I know you two are tight-lipped, otherwise I wouldn't have come to you." Hammer raised his glass. "We'll talk about the rest tomorrow. Let's drink."

"Hahaha... Let's drink, let's drink!"

Three young people, drinking and reminiscing about their past glories, briefly forgot where they were in the present.

Da Tian and Lao Bai both had things on their minds, and they got drunk earlier than Lang Tou.

Hammer moved them to the bed, tidied up the table briefly, and then left with his suitcase.

He was about 60% drunk. He left the alley, hailed a taxi to the hotel, and only after settling in did he call Zhang Liang.

"Brother Liang, I've found two of my old buddies to help me with the work..."

Upon hearing Zhang Liang's voice, Hammer couldn't help but begin to recount in detail what he had done.

Finally, he said, "They were doing pretty badly, so I told them that this job would pay two thousand each... I'll pay them the money, and I can't control how they end up in the future."

Zhang Liang listened to a bunch of useless nonsense, but remained calm.

Hearing what Hammer said, he chuckled softly: "Didn't you ever think of bringing them both back to Shenyang?"

Six-tenths drunk, Hammer, like a melancholy philosopher, lay on the bed with his eyes closed and replied, "What am I? I'm taking on underlings? Am I crazy?"

Hammer saw himself as Lin Ting's errand boy.

In terms of intelligence, he couldn't compare to Zhang Liang;

In terms of physique, he is no match for Monk;

Not to mention Xu Tao, who has a huge advantage and even Monk has to give up three points.

Hammer considered himself just a gofer and a handyman, and he thought anyone could do what he did.

So he didn't even dare to consider taking Da Tian and Lao Bai back.

Should we hire two more errand runners?

Is this appropriate?

Zhang Liang smiled silently and said, "Okay, you can give me the money if you want. Remember to keep a record of how much the three of you spent, and ask Xiaoyue for reimbursement when you get back."

Hammer had told him before leaving that this matter needed to be handled with someone else, and he had agreed, so it wasn't considered acting first and informing later.

Hammer was a little confused: "Huh? They can get reimbursed for their food and drink too?"

"Otherwise what? Do you expect me to pay out of my own pocket to do this? Alright, if there's nothing else, just rest. We'll get back to work tomorrow once you've sobered up."

"Hehe, okay, bro!"

Hammer hung up the phone and a few minutes later, he started snoring without a care in the world.

On the other side, the two drunk people opened their eyes after sleeping for a while.

"Old Bai, let's go south together." Da Tian closed his eyes and finally said what he had been thinking. "If we pool our money, we can start a small business."

Old Bai lay flat on his back, pressing his knuckles against his temples to relieve his headache: "You're doing a great job here, why are you bothering me?"

"Now that you're out, I'm pretty bored here by myself... Besides, who knows, maybe one day I'll get someone else to look after cars... It's all uncertain..."

"Yeah... Hey, who's the new owner of Hammer? They're incredibly generous..."

"I don't know. He probably didn't say because it was the boss's idea. Let's not ask and avoid bothering him..."

"Um……"

They stared at the dark roof beams in silence, wanting to sleep but unable to, their minds filled with all sorts of chaotic thoughts, figuring out what kind of business they would do in the south.

This world is so unfair that even sleep cannot be distributed equally.