Ultimate Soldiers

Chapter 28

"Change...it's here."

Wang Haishan's face was panicked, and his voice trembled a little.

"What? Really got it?" The sneer on the food stall owner's face froze for a moment. He never expected that these two bumpkins and migrant workers actually carried piles of euros on their bodies.

After a few steps, he ran in front of Wang Haishan, and the shop owner reached out and touched the bag in Wang Haishan's hand.

Undoubtedly, the renminbi exchanged by Wang Haishan is in this bag. The shop owner just wanted to make sure that he would prevent Wang Haishan, an outsider, from acting with others to deceive him.

Grabbing a stack of money from the bag with one hand, the shop owner suddenly laughed.

The pile of colorful money in his hand at this moment is completely different from the red color of the hundred-yuan RMB bills. This colorful pile of money is clearly the euro that the man with the scar just took out.

"Okay! Wang Haishan, you little rabbit dare to lie to me with others."

The shop owner gave Wang Haishan a hard look, then casually threw the stack of euros aside, turned around with contempt, and looked at Zhou Xuebing and the man with the scar.

Now that he has called for a helper, he is full of confidence, and he is about to speak out and insult the two dirtbags in front of him, but before he can speak, Wang Haishan, who is standing beside him, speaks.

"Boss, I really exchanged the money, but the bank clerk said that the amount of foreign currency that their bank can temporarily exchange is limited. If you want to exchange all these euros, you must make an appointment a week in advance." It seems to be Fearing that the store owner would not believe it, Wang Haishan deliberately opened the bag in his hand, revealing stacks of hundred-yuan bills inside.

The bag in Wang Haishan's hand is not big, it is the kind of handbag presented by the bank, but at the moment the bottom of the handbag is bulging, and it looks like there are at least tens of thousands of dollars piled there.

Having grown up so big, Wang Haishan has never seen so much money before, that's why he looked so flustered when he rushed in just now.

Turning his head to look at the red eyes, the shop owner was dumbfounded.

The money in the handbag plus the stack of euros that he threw out just now, so much money added together, not to mention paying for a meal, it is almost enough to buy his food stall.

The shop owner looked at Zhou Xuebing and Scar Man dumbfounded.

Originally, they were just wearing security uniforms and rustic clothes. In the eyes of the shop owner, they are no longer rustic, but extravagant. Rich people!It's normal to dress differently from ordinary people.

It's just that these two local tyrants actually go to eat in a place like mine with poor environment and substandard sanitation, and even care about ordering food... Is it really fun to pretend to be poor?

Inside the food stall, the air seemed to condense into one piece.

This kind of face-slapping scene is exactly what everyone loves to see.If it weren't for the fact that there were no customers in the food stall at the moment, only Zhou Xuebing and the scarred man, I'm afraid there would have been a lot of laughter at this moment.

A drop of cold sweat fell from the shop owner's forehead, and at this moment the shop owner suddenly thought of a more serious problem.

Now he has offended the two local tyrants in front of him badly. Such a local tyrant can crush himself to death by stretching out his little finger...

The store owner with a heavy heart looked up at Zhou Xuebing and the scarred man, intending to go up and apologize, but when he thought of the fierceness of the scarred man just now, he couldn't summon up the courage.

On the contrary, Zhou Xuebing and the man with the scar were quite indifferent at the moment, sitting there as if nothing had happened, looking at the shop owner indifferently.

This kind of gaze, like looking at an ant, made the shop owner tremble even more.

Zhou Xuebing and the man with the scar had always had such expressions before, but the store owner didn't take it seriously at all, and even thought it was ridiculous, but it's different now, such gazes made the store owner break out in cold sweat.

"Brother." Zhou Xuebing called Wang Haishan to his side and asked, "How much did you exchange in total?"

"Fifty thousand." Wang Haishan handed over the bag in his hand with some restraint.

In fact, Zhou Xuebing also knew in his heart that these euros could not be fully exchanged in the bank. The country's foreign currency exchange control is quite strict, but as long as these euros can be proved to be real, Zhou Xuebing's goal will be achieved.

clap clap!

Zhou Xuebing took the five stacks of bills exchanged in his hand and patted them twice, then handed over all the remaining euros in the bag to Wang Haishan.

"Brother, you didn't take the money and slipped away, which is quite admirable. Anyway, we don't bother to go to the bank to exchange, and now the money will be given to you. You should still be in school, so don't come out to work in the future. Go to school well."

"Give it all to me." Wang Haishan was a little dazed. Just now he exchanged 5 yuan with only a few notes in the stack of money. Now there is more than half of the stack of money left, at least hundreds of thousands.

And the owner of the shop who was standing not far away felt his guts turning green with regret at the moment.

Local tyrants, this is the real local tyrants, hundreds of thousands of people say no to it.

While the shop owner was talking to himself, a group of gangsters with sticks rushed in from outside the food stall.

These gangsters are not very old, and some of them even look younger than Wang Haishan. They seem to be at the age of high school, but such a group of gangsters are now arrogant. After rushing into the food stall, their eyes scanned the food stall , immediately concentrated on Zhou Xuebing and the man with the scar.

"Boss Xue, are these two people?" The gangster in the lead glanced at Zhou Xuebing and the man with the scar, sneered and waved directly, "Brothers, go and give them some color first, old rules, see blood Just take it."

Before the shop owner could speak, a group of gangsters charged up with sticks in their hands.

Needless to say, this group of gangsters are subordinates of the wolf brother that the shop owner called to notify just now, and their current behavior is also normal. Usually, when someone makes trouble on this street, no matter what the reason is, they should call first. After a meal, it is much easier to give the troublemaker a blow, and then want to blackmail or something else.

"Don't, don't fight." The owner of the food stall was about to cry, waving his arms and shouting.

However, few people listened to his words, so the gangster standing beside him gave him a curious look, and said dissatisfiedly: "Boss Xue, now we are helping you out, why are you yelling?"

"Brother Biao, these two people can't be provoked, can't be provoked." The shop owner said with a mournful face.

"Don't mess with me!" The gangster named Biao looked back suspiciously at Zhou Xuebing and the man with the scar. Although the man with the scar looked rather fierce, he looked like a migrant worker in his clothes. As for the one next to him? , just a little security guard, Brother Biao sneered.

"A small security guard, a migrant worker, nothing to offend, these little people are the best to bully."

Looking at the appearance of Brother Biao who was sneering in front of him, the shop owner immediately knew that he had made the mistake of judging people by their appearance just like himself. Although the two guys in front of them were dressed in ordinary clothes, they were indeed two local tyrants, and they spent a lot of money. That kind of local tyrant.

And when the shop owner was sweating anxiously, the group of young gangsters had already swung their clubs on the heads of Zhou Xuebing and the man with the scar.

boom!
The man with the scar suddenly stood up, grabbed the side of the table in front of him with both hands, used the table as a weapon, and slammed at the gangsters.

There was a sound of ping-pong-pong, and the table in the hands of the man with the scar was like a big shield. With the sound of whistling wind, it twisted a group of punks so that they couldn't even get close to him.

"There is one more thing, hit that bastard." The fierceness of the man with the scar made the group of gangsters a little confused, but they found out who they were venting their anger on immediately. The words soft egg are written on the top of the head.

"Hit, paralyzed, kill them."

The three gangsters broke away from the crowd besieging the scarred man, kicked away the tables and chairs in front of them, and rushed towards Zhou Xuebing viciously.

"Damn, see if I'm easy to bully."

Zhou Xuebing cursed loudly, his figure suddenly stood up, and the high stool under his buttocks became his weapon.

Such a stool is more powerful than a weapon like a stick. Zhou Xuebing swung this weapon, blocking from left to right, and smashed the three people in front of him into pigs' heads in an instant.

"It's so fierce, these are the two fierce men from there."

The eyeballs of Brother Biao, who was standing with the shop owner, almost popped out. With his vision, he could tell the difference at once. The two people in front of him were obviously used to fighting, so the reaction was so quick, and they didn't make any moves. Without mercy, you can kill all directions with few enemies.

"Damn it, anyone who dares to beat Brother Lang on Dahe Road."

After a brief surprise, Brother Biao looked gloomy, took out his phone and went to the side to call for reinforcements.

It's just that, just as he dialed the phone, a high stool was already swung on top of his head, and he smashed it so simply that he couldn't make any further calls.

Seeing the mess in the shop being smashed, the shop owner of the food stall wanted to cry without tears. If it was changed to the past, the shop would be smashed like this. Anyway, there are people from Brother Lang, and the compensation will be from being hit. But now, the shop owner is really not sure how much money he can extort from Zhou Xuebing and the scarred man—even though both of them are local tyrants who spend a lot of money.

In group fights, it is actually impossible to beat everyone to the ground, but as long as the other party loses their temper, most experienced people among them will lie down obediently, avoiding continued beatings, and Only those three little guys with immature faces, who looked like high school students, looked at Zhou Xuebing with some confusion after everyone around them lay down.

The scene where Zhou Xuebing and the scarred man turned over a group of people made it difficult for the three of them to adapt. Ever since they were hanging out with Brother Biao, when they were not arrogant on Changhe Road, those big and small bosses who looked rich usually saw them The three of them are all like a mouse meeting a cat, but now, Brother Biao and the others are now mice.

(End of this chapter)