don't like me

I don't know how long I slept, it was like waking up from a vegetative state, and all the complicated things in my mind disappeared. This deep dream made me calm down a lot.

When I woke up, I looked at the ceiling, the wall painting and a restored vase on the locker told me, where is this.

There was no one else in the room.

But there was a knock on the door.

Wen Zhixu walked in from the door.

She held a bowl of soup in her hand and put it on the table in the room. I knew I was drunk, and some memories were broken.

I asked her, "Where's Yang Xiao?"

Wen Zhixu looked at me and didn't speak.

"Is he not here?" I asked again.

The little girl nodded, her eyes were very blurred, as if she was hiding something on her mind, besides worrying about me, there were other things, but I couldn't interpret it.

After getting up from bed, I drank the bowl of soup.

Wen Zhixu has been at Yang Xiao's house recently, I asked her if she was fine, she just nodded.

I am also relieved.

I didn't stay at home for too long, and the person in the bar called me, so I didn't bother to find out where Yang Xiao was. I always saw him when I woke up recently. I didn't meet him today, but neither did I. Think a lot, put on your clothes, and go to the bar.

No matter how big or small, everyone will come to me if they have any questions. For example, when someone Zhou Kai wants to recruit arrives, how to arrange it, who will lead it, and what is the schedule, they all come to me and Zhou Kai doesn’t ask any questions.

I asked them where Zhou Kai was, and they said he wasn't here.

I watched a few newcomers, arranged for them to try their jobs, and told them that the three-day period would be a three-day period.

For most of the day, I just dealt with some chores here, and I realized that this would definitely not work. I had to allocate the work well and find a dedicated person to manage the chores.

I asked Gu Ming if there was anyone who could use it without training and could go straight to work. He had a lot of connections, so he sent them here in the afternoon.

On a Friday night, there was a lot more traffic than usual.

But high traffic means something is going to happen.

I knew something would happen sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. It was a group of junior high school children, some of whom had not taken off their school uniforms, and they were all holding cigarettes, standing in the aisle, talking together, like hooligans reunion.

I noticed it, and so did everyone else at the bar.

I sat on the high-backed chair at the bar, and the bartender was opposite me, looking at the flamboyant junior high school student along with my line of sight.

"What are these children going to do?" The bartender knew what to do, and asked for accuracy.

"What else can I do?" I turned back and stopped looking at it, "Bring me a pen and notebook."

The bartender found unused paper and pens from the cabinet, "There are only sticky notes, and there seems to be no notebook."

"Enough." I took it.

He asked, "What?"

I said, "I'll use it right away."

After finishing speaking, I called the manager to come and whispered a few words in his ear. He took my pen and paper, nodded, and then walked to the side.

"Shouldn't you warn me?" The bartender raised his chin, "It seems that something will happen."

Can something happen?

I saw another group of people appeared in the bar. They didn’t wear school uniforms. I don’t know if they were students. They didn’t look too old. What.

I saw one of the boys rushing forward. After verbal friction, they were ready to move. Following the dispute between the two boys, it turned into a gang fight. In the aisle on one side of the bar, there was the sound of smashing chairs and cracking wine bottles. .

Some customers backed away, watching in horror at the crowd fighting in the aisle.

Even adults are afraid of fighting. From a certain point of view, minors are more dangerous than adults. They are close to adults in age, but their minds are far from mature. They will be impulsive and unable to restrain themselves , will not know the severity, leading to tragedy.

There are so many incidents of minors fighting and fighting, and manslaughter is not uncommon. Therefore, in the eyes of adults, although they ridicule them for their childishness, they still think they are terrible.

That's it, everyone moved away quickly, with such a tacit understanding.

And the people in our bar didn't bother.

"Contact Brother Kai!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

This is within the scope of Zhou Kai's management. Doesn't he like to deal with such things?Just wait for him to come all the way, everyone should die.

I ordered: "Don't call him."

The bartender reminded me next to me: "Brother Xing, be careful."

"It's okay, wait until they finish fighting." I said.

Why can I be so big-hearted?I'm not afraid of tragedy happening?That's bound to bring some volatility to the bar, but I know what danger is.

There are no dangerous objects in their hands.

I remember Yang Xiao said that if both sides fight hand-to-hand, you can still breathe until both sides are exhausted, but if one side has a weapon, you must stay away, you can only stay away.

When fighting, people's rationality will be suppressed by impulse, and the blood and anger all over your body will make you just want to kill the other party, regardless of the means. When you can't beat someone, the knife will be blind.

So it is best not to bring weapons when fighting, this is also for your own consideration.

However, children are always unwilling to be reconciled, and will always be dominated by impulse.A certain boy in the crowd, seeing himself at a disadvantage, glanced left and right, fixed his eyes on the wine bottle on the table, which was in his hand, and was about to swing it at someone's head.

This is a dangerous time.

In addition to the sound of fighting, I stopped their performance with a harsh and sharp whistle. Of course, the blood-soaked teenagers would not listen to my advice, so I just shouted again, "The principal is here!"

You see, it is more effective than the police. The conditioned reflex makes them control themselves at this time and look back at the source of the sound.

There were a few who didn't listen, and still greeted each other with swear words, and punched each other. I picked up an empty wine bottle and threw it at the open space next to them. The cracking sound surprised them and stopped. hand.

"Fuck it!" I also swear.

Immediately afterwards, the staff in the bar surrounded the group of teenagers. Of course, they were not ordinary employees, but strong and strong men. Everyone was ferocious, enough to scare fifteen or sixteen children.

After appeasing the customers, the men trapped a group of teenagers in a box. They didn't know what we were going to do. The two groups of people locked together, looked at each other disliked, and turned into a common enemy to deal with us.

Does the defensive look have to be so obvious?

I walked into the box with a few staff members and turned on the lights.

"What should I say, call the police or call your parents?" I raised my chin as a signal, and one of them held the post-it note and showed it to them.

"I'll do the calculation for you. The destroyed decorations, tables and chairs, and wine bottles have been counted. Here is the total amount of compensation. You can discuss how to pay." This is the function of the sticky note.

The boy who stood closest took it and looked at us defensively. When he put his eyes on the note paper, his little face was very cute, "Sixteen thousand?! You blackmail!"

It was the background staff in charge of purchasing who calculated these, and he said slowly: "I see clearly, what kind of wine did you smash."

The boys were still very emotional, "What kind of wine needs two thousand sixty-one bottles? What are you doing?!"

"If you haven't drunk it, you can ask your dad, he should know." The purchaser said, "I have a discount for you, kid."

"I didn't break it, I won't pay for it!" He said.

"I didn't touch alcohol either, so I won't pay."

"Whoever takes the wine will pay for it!"

The little ghosts started fighting among themselves, which was ridiculous.

For a while, they couldn't find out who it was, and they all said that they hadn't touched alcohol and were unwilling to take this responsibility.

The quarrel was quite fierce, accusing each other and reporting each other, but it was useless. I didn't intend to settle the accounts one by one, so I clapped my hands to keep them quiet, and said: "Okay, okay, you didn't take it, then we won't find the real culprit behind the scenes, and we will Don't pay for it."

They are very smart, not so naive to believe my words, their eyes are still vigilant.

I took out my mobile phone and said, "We'll let the police handle it."

"Hey!"

"Don't call the police!"

"Don't call the police! I'm looking for my mother!" The impatient boy admitted voluntarily.

I put down my phone and looked at him: "Remember?"

He bowed his head and said nothing.

I asked the others: "What about you? Who are you going to call, the police and your parents, choose one to fish yourself."

After a while, some parents with different identities came to the bar one after another. Their jobs were different. Some of them had a little money at home and spoiled their children. The parents were more irritable. When they heard that their children were fighting and had to lose money, they would be beaten and kicked, and none of the greetings could be broadcast on TV.

And the child's deflated appearance in front of his parents is completely different from his blood-boiling appearance just now, which is extremely funny.

The girl next to me was holding up her mobile phone to take pictures, she shook her head and said with emotion: "He used to be a king, and then his father came..."

The purchaser asked me while collecting the money, "There is monitoring, so I can call it out directly, and one of them can't escape."

Of course I know, but I don't like to do that, I'm bad, "Scare them."

Everyone looked at each other and smiled.

There is a troublesome point in this matter. These children come from different backgrounds. Some are filthy rich and some are too poor. One child’s parents begged repeatedly, saying that there is no money to pay, and everyone is an adult, so it’s not good. Foolishly, of course I don't believe it, can't I get out thousands of dollars?The staff was impatient, but the other party was soft and stubborn, and almost knelt down, so they came to me.

"It looks real, it doesn't look like a lie, it looks pitiful like a mother." They said so, and I went with them to have a look.

Sure enough, when I saw it, I finally knew the limit of the word pity. If they didn't tell me that it was the child's mother, I would have thought it was some old grandma, with a lot of gray hair, fine lines on the face, and bruises on the hands. Chilblains and chapped skin make people feel trembling just looking at them.

The woman still had a canvas bag hanging on her shoulder. When she saw me, she gave me a big gift. The canvas bag fell to the ground, revealing the cabbage inside which had not been removed from the plastic wrap.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my son didn't do it on purpose, you forgive him! I'll do your best... I really can't afford the money..."

I looked down, she threw herself on my trousers, I didn't show any mercy, I just raised my head and looked at the boy who came to help her.

"mom……"

Before I came here, I heard that there had been a lot of trouble for a long time. The mother and son burst into tears. One was angry at his son for not fighting, and the other was angry at his own incompetence. The softest side of people is family affection. The performance of the two made people cry .

Wrong, this is not a performance, this is the truth.

How to do it?If you don't have money, you don't have to pay?After that, when you encounter something, you don’t really think that pleading is useful, do you?

The people around me helped the mother up and pushed her to the side. There was no obstacle in front of me, so I walked towards the boy who was coaxing his mother. I squatted down, put my arms on my legs, and said, "Don't worry about it." impossible."

The boy's eyes were red, and both the mother and the child were in a state of embarrassment. He glared at me fiercely, and said, "Call the police!"

He is very handsome, his mother can't do it, so he begged me in a panic not to call the police.

I'm not in a hurry, I can take my time with him.

"Did you hear that?" I tossed him the choice, "You convince your mother, I'll call the police."

He looked up at his mother, who kept shaking her head at him. This scene was really tender, and our group of people became the big villains.

He had no good way, clenched his fists, not knowing what to do, so he didn't say a word.

I laughed and said, "How about this, what time do you leave school every day?"

He didn't know what I was going to do, but he replied honestly, "05:30."

"Okay, after school at 05:30, at six o'clock every day, you have to show up at the bar and serve me a plate for a month, and the account will be settled."

He was quite upset, and turned up the volume in disbelief, "One month?!"

"Is there a problem?" I can give him a regretful look at any time.

"A month is too long," he said, "and it's only a few thousand dollars."

"Wow, wow, you are really naive," I said, "Have you ever been out to work? Do you know how much a month's salary is for a waiter on the Changbai shift? I will let you show up at six o'clock every day, and I will allow you to go home and sleep at nine o'clock. You only do it for four hours a day, you tell me it's too long?"

He was speechless, he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he had never done any work, his hands looked clean, he must have no idea about money if he dared to destroy famous wine so casually.

"You don't have to agree," I stood up, "I just post a job posting, say that I will work for four hours, and the salary will be 6000 yuan. There will be countless applicants that day. They may be in their twenties or thirties. Years old, has work experience, is in good health, and is ten million times better than you, a hairy boy who hasn't grown up. Remember, I will give you a way to survive, and you can do nothing. Detention in the bureau for a few days is right. Is it easier for you?"

After I finished speaking, I left without talking nonsense to him, but her mother said she could do it, but I ignored it, and the staff also winked, saying that we don't accept the old, weak, sick and disabled here.

Later, the boy thought it over clearly, and before I had gone too far, a sentence of "I agree" came over, it was a tragic sound, I raised my hand, and let others tell him where he was going.

After the drama of bitterness was over, I, as an audience member, also left the stage.

After cleaning up what had been destroyed, the bar was back up and running.

Fortunately, the customers were not affected. Everyone has seen such conflicts a lot, and they don't take it to heart. Just let it go.

I was disconnected last night. When I was free, I checked my phone, but there were no text messages or calls. The excessive leisure made me uneasy.

After confirming that there is nothing wrong here, I explained a few words to them and planned to leave.

When I got home at night, Wen Zhixu was doing homework alone in the room, and when I pushed open the door of our bedroom, there was no one inside, so I asked Wen Zhixu if Yang Xiao had come back.

She shook her head at me.

I don't know why, but I have an ominous premonition.

"Did you come back yesterday?" I asked.

Wen Zhixu still shook her head. She said that she didn't know anything, and I didn't make things difficult for her.

My relationship with Yang Xiao's friends is not good enough, let alone anyone's phone number. I have no choice but to go to Yang Xiao's company.

Strangely, no one was there either.

Yang Xiao couldn't get through the phone.

Nothing will happen to him, will it?Not at all.

How is it possible that no one knows where he is?

When I was about to give up looking for him, Gu Ming called me and said he saw Yang Xiao.

I asked where and he gave me an address and told me to prepare myself mentally.

What do you mean?

When I arrived, I didn't see Gu Ming's person, I just looked for him according to the information he gave, the nightclub was having a carnival, and there were a few people sitting in a conspicuous position, they hugged left and right, talking and laughing, a group of men Surrounded together, so lively.

And Yang Xiao, who I have been looking for all day, is sitting in the crowd, with a cigarette in his hand, and his arms are on the sofa. Yang Xiao was happy, turned his arm, touched the boy's face, and almost kissed him.

For a moment, I actually felt that this should be his status quo.

He's so perfect for the scene, yuppie, yes, that's the word.

It's so beautiful. I can't bear to break this scene. It's much more romantic than the ones in TV dramas. It's absolutely wonderful. Where is this unbearable nightclub?This is the wonderland of man.

He is flirtatious, and the men around him are even more so, as if he has strayed into the young master's happy place by mistake, should I join in, or watch from afar?

As the saying goes, come and go.

I walked towards him and found an empty seat. Others also noticed my appearance, and all of them put away their smiling faces and looked at me abruptly, while I only looked at Yang Xiao, sat down, and asked, "Can you tell me, can you tell me?" What are you doing?"

I see it, who else needs to tell?

I don't care whether other people know my identity or not. I don't see anyone else in my eyes. If I have to say it, then this little boy is one. I really like to look at him. His immature face and tender eyes are about to attract me inside.

Yang Xiao didn't make any big moves, he raised his hands towards me as if it was normal, and made a gesture that didn't need to be explained, "Can't you see?"

I propped my head up and put my eyes on the boy in his arms, he is a waiter here, he seems to provide special services, his eyes are calm, I observed him, and said: "I see, it's so beautiful. "

The waiter gave me a grateful look, "Thank you."

I ignored him and went to see Yang Xiao again.

Yang Xiao touched the waiter's face and whispered a few words to him. The waiter stood up, clapped his hands, and called the others to leave together.

"Why did you come here?" Yang Xiao said, "I didn't tell you where I was, did I?"

I smiled: "Of course, I can't reach you by phone."

Yang Xiao touched the sofa, found his mobile phone under the little boy's seat, clicked on it, there was a sound, and the mute could not be used as an excuse.

So he switched to something else.

"Sorry, I just..."

"I was too absorbed just now, I didn't pay attention," I took his words, crossing my legs, only the two of us sat opposite each other on the spacious sofa, "It's so beautiful and tender, I can't be distracted."

"Do you need it?" Yang Xiao flicked the cigarette in his hand, looked at me, and made a thoughtful suggestion: "Didn't you always want fresh ones? There are quite a lot here, do you want me to introduce them to you?"

I looked at him, not in a good mood.

I don't know what the fragments were about last night.

I don't understand what he meant by this move.

All I know is that he shot back with his carbine, and he killed quite beautifully.