Great Imperial Merchant

At noon, there were more people in Yang Zhongyuan's shop, and it seemed that it was going to clear up outside, so the common people went out one after another, those who went to work, those who had dinner.

At noon, the helper's uncle and Zhou Quanxu's grandfather and grandson were both there, so Cheng Weizhe went back to work in the tea shop without worry.

After all, if the tea is suddenly changed, I always have to explain it to the tea drinkers, whether they drink it or not, the attitude must always be there.

In this regard, Cheng Weizhe, like Yang Zhongyuan, strives to do a good job in his own things. When the things are finished, the attitude can keep up, so that the business can be expanded and expanded.

Just when Yang Zhongyuan's shop was about to be filled with diners, two young men suddenly rushed over from outside.

The one walking in front had a thick face and a burly figure, so he didn't look like a character to be messed with.The other was much shorter, but sullen and rather mean-looking.

Yang Zhongyuan felt that something was wrong, and just about to say something, he saw the tall man directly pulling a person who had just arrived in the queue, saying that he wanted to change with him.

"Guest, my shop is always waiting in line. Would you like to..." Yang Zhongyuan tried to persuade him with a smile on his face, but the short man suddenly interrupted Yang Zhongyuan's words.

He only saw him getting close to the person being driven out, staring at him with a pair of lifeless eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Say, do you want to change with us?"

The man was frightened by them, nodded desperately, stuffed the number plate in his hand straight into the short man's hand, gave Yang Zhongyuan a very sorry look, and walked away without looking back.

The tall man saw that people left, and several diners who were waiting for the number also left, so he proudly said to Yang Zhongyuan: "Oh, little boss, do you think we can change it? I already have the number plate in my hand. "

Based on the principle that more things are worse than less things, Yang Zhongyuan gritted his teeth and nodded: "Both of you, please sit inside."

Seeing that Yang Zhongyuan's complexion darkened, the tall man seemed very happy. He dragged the short man to sit at the place closest to the gate, causing the diners sitting at the same table to shrink back and desperately Speed ​​up the speed of eating noodles.

"Little boss, here are two bowls of noodle soup, serve them quickly." The tall man shouted loudly.

He already had a high voice, and his ears were ringing with such a shout, and it took him a long time to recover.

Yang Zhongyuan turned his back and sighed. At this time, a diner pretended to add soup and leaned over to whisper something to Yang Zhongyuan.

"Little boss, that man's name is Hutou. He's Danluo's street fighter. He does all kinds of tricks and abductions. Be careful, don't confront him." After the diner finished speaking, he hurriedly drank two mouthfuls of hot soup, put down his bowl and chopsticks and left quickly.

Most of the remaining diners knew who he was, and they were all uneasy, so they had to gobble up the noodle soup and wanted to leave quickly.

It's not that they are not righteous, it's that the tiger head is famous, has kung fu, and has a particularly shrewd military advisor. Many things are clearly known to be done by him, but they are always resolved by the military advisor, at most. After being locked in a prison for a few days, he can come out again and continue to do his best.

Over the years, they have never had any scruples. They collect some "tiger head tax" from the east and the west when they have nothing to do on weekdays. If someone invites them, they use the money to do things for others.However, their asking price is not low, and those who can afford it are naturally not ordinary people. If something happens later, they can always wipe their tails clean for them.

Therefore, Hutou and the military division have dominated Danluo for more than ten years, and he has become a frequent visitor to the Yamen prison. It's just that he goes in and eats free prison food for a few days at most, and then he is complacent and harms the people on the street.

The governor of Danluo is an upright official, but the tiger head is really bold, and many of the "businesses" he has done have something to do with the mansion of the family, so even if the timid governor had the intention to punish him, he didn't With that courage, I can only moan and sigh at home every day.

Yang Zhongyuan, who has been making money since he came back, doesn't know about these things. He only knows that these two people have disturbed the cleanliness of other diners, and they are making a lot of noise in the shop, which makes diners who want to come in just take a look and leave in fright. Yes, my heart is getting angrier.

He gave Zhou Quanxu a reassuring look, and told Xu Xiaotian to hide behind the stove and not to come out, then quickly pulled out two bowls of silver noodles with chicken soup, and quickly brought them up: "Second guests, please use."

Yang Zhongyuan is good at this. No matter how anxious and angry he is mentally, he can hardly show it on his face. The short man took the food plate, glanced at him coldly, and said with a low laugh: "Oh, little boss, there is something wrong." Promise, great promise."

Hearing this, one can tell at a glance that the two of them are here to find fault today.

Yang Zhongyuan thought that his father and Xiaotian were both in the shop, and they were about to leave soon, so he could only encourage himself in his heart and tell himself to endure it.

"It's an objective joke, I wish you a pleasant meal."

"Pfft", the short military officer sneered, and started to eat noodles with his head buried.

Yang Zhongyuan only felt that his back was wet in the winter, and while they were eating noodles, he hurriedly asked Zhou Quanxu to take him back to the back room and wait for the two of them to leave before coming out.

Zhou Quanxu frowned, and said angrily in a low voice: "No need, your father and I are too old to move. If you want to beat or kill, I will do anything."

Although the situation in the shop is very tense now, Yang Zhongyuan couldn't help but want to laugh a little. Seeing Zhou Quanxu being so tough, he didn't insist on letting him go back into the room, but turned around and leaned closer to Xu Xiaotian's ear, and assigned him a task in a low voice: "Xiaotian, after you get my gesture, you will sneak to the next door and call your Uncle Zhe, and you will stay there and wait obediently, okay?"

Xu Xiaotian lowered his head and looked at him seriously. Although he didn't speak, "Not good" was clearly written on his face.

Yang Zhongyuan smiled at him, with a gentle face, but a serious tone: "Go, Xiaotian, be obedient, we can rest assured that you are well."

Whenever he became strict, Xu Xiaotian would do it even if he didn't want to.This time he thought of staying here with his family, but since Yang Zhongyuan told him to hide away, he gritted his teeth and nodded.

Yang Zhongyuan breathed a sigh of relief, patted his head, and pretended to go out to clean up the dishes, blocking most of Hutou and the military division's sight.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xu Xiaotian sneaked out from behind the stove, and then ran to the next door.

Their actions seemed to be concealed, but Xu Xiaotian was still a big living person no matter how young he was, but the military master could see clearly in the blink of an eye.

Yang Zhongyuan looked up and saw bloodlust and excitement in the man's eyes.

how come?Why?

Yang Zhongyuan's heart jumped violently, and he felt that something was wrong, but for a while, he couldn't think of anything.

He pretended to be wiping the table, thinking quickly in his mind.

If these two people are going to make trouble, wouldn't it be better to take advantage of the crowd when they first came in?Now the diners were leaving in a hurry, but the two of them ate their noodles in peace, without saying a word.

Also, why did that short man look excited when he saw Xu Xiaotian running out?

Something seemed to be floating in the air, and Yang Zhongyuan couldn't catch it several times, and suddenly became anxious.

I don't know when Ah Zhe will come over, Yang Zhongyuan frowned and thought.

Suddenly, Cheng Weizhe's name appeared in his mind out of thin air, and Yang Zhongyuan only felt his eyes light up, and he immediately understood.

Their goal is Cheng Weizhe.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhongyuan couldn't help but feel even more anxious. He just wanted to desperately run to the next door to stop Cheng Weizhe from coming, but unexpectedly when he turned around, he saw Cheng Weizhe running over anxiously, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Yang Zhongyuan opened his mouth, and was about to tell him to run away, but Hutou had already stood up, and said with a smirk: "Oh, Master Cheng, don't come here without any harm."

Cheng Weizhe has always been in Danluo, so how could he not know these two scourges? Seeing them, his face changed suddenly. He strode into the shop, took a kitchen knife from the cutting board, and slammed it on the doorpost: "With me here, none of you can even touch Xiao Yuan."

Hutou and the military division looked at each other, but this time, the military division also stood up and said slowly: "You really look like a lover, you don't know, some people just hate you like this?"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly yelled at the only remaining diners in the shop: "Hurry up and get out?"

Those diners didn't think they were really going to make a fuss before, so they were stunned when they were yelled at by the military adviser, until the tiger head kicked a long bench away, and then ran away in a hurry with pale faces.

The shop suddenly became empty, only the five of them confronted each other.

Speaking of it, Yang Zhongyuan had an advantage in three vs. two, but firstly they didn't have martial arts, and secondly, they really didn't expect Hutou to make such a quick move.

In an instant, the small noodle shop was in a mess, and the tables and chairs that were originally neat and tidy flew around and broke, leaving only stumps lying on the cold ground.

The eyes of Yang Zhongyuan and Cheng Weizhe turned red immediately, and Zhou Quanxu even wanted to pick up a bench and rush up to fight them desperately.

For him, this shop not only maintains the family's livelihood, but also the painstaking effort of his son, and he can't let it be destroyed by anyone.

But before he could move, he was stopped by Cheng Weizhe: "Uncle Quan, you go back!"

"Weizhe!" Zhou Quanxu's voice was particularly shrill amidst the sound of the huge tables and chairs beating against each other.

Cheng Weizhe tightly held the kitchen knife, he pressed Yang Zhongyuan tightly behind him, and said to Zhou Quanxu without turning his head: "Uncle Quan, go back, they are here to make trouble on purpose, the shop is small, you are the most important thing!!"

Besides, their target is me.Cheng Weizhe swallowed the last sentence, his whole body tensed up, watching the two men smash the shop into ruins, but he remained motionless.

In the chaotic environment, he even thought that he would hire Hutou, so that the four members of the Cheng family could not escape.

Yang Zhongyuan's eyes were red, but he obviously thought more than Zhou Quanxu. He knew that the purpose of these two people was probably Cheng Weizhe, so he sneaked a long knife for cutting watermelon in his hand, and turned his head to wink at Zhou Quanxu .

Zhou Quanxu gritted his teeth, and finally quickly ran back to the backyard with the bench, and locked himself firmly in the side room.

The military master threw away the last half of the bench in his hand, without even looking at Zhou Quanxu, he and Hutou walked straight towards Cheng Weizhe and Yang Zhongyuan.

Cheng Weizhe's eyes turned hard, he clenched his fist tightly, and suddenly said: "Your target is me, let him go, I will not resist."

Hutou sneered, he took half a step forward, suddenly kicked his legs sideways, and kicked the kitchen knife in Cheng Weizhe's hand.

The next moment, Hutou directly pulled Cheng Weizhe out from behind the stove, hooked his right hand, and hit him hard on the stomach.

"Azhe!" Accompanied by Yang Zhongyuan's shrill cry, Cheng Weizhe fell to his knees on the ground, unable to get up again.