Miscellaneous Fish Survival[Transmigration Book]

Qi Beisong said, "Father?"

Old Geng asked, "Your friend?"

Cheng nodded a little: "It's my friend."

Old Geng roared: "Why is your friend pushing me?!"

"He's not sensible." Cheng Ji said.

"Not sensible?" Qi Beisong moved his face closer again.

Cheng Ji pushed him and said in a very low voice, "Don't argue with drunk people."

However, Lao Geng's alcoholic ear is quite good, and he actually heard it. He held up a sharp broken beer bottle and said, "Drunk? Nonsense! I'm not drunk! Why did you turn your elbow out when I hit you?!"

Cheng Ji knew that it was useless to say anything now, but the description became darker and darker, so it was better to do it, so he walked towards Lao Geng with a soothing smile.

Lao Geng thought that his good son wanted to hug him, so he quickly opened his arms, but his eyes blurred, his wrist hurt, and his position did not change, and the broken beer bottle was already in the opponent's hand.

Cheng Ji threw the beer bottle into the trash bin behind the bar, then hugged Lao Geng's neck and said, "Father, he is really my friend, please save face!"

Although Lao Geng was the person involved, he didn't see his smooth and smooth way of grabbing the knife at all, but the old bastard had already become numb after drinking too much, and his godson would do whatever he said.

"Yeah, good shit!"

But when he looked up and saw Qi Beisong, he got angry again: "Son, what is your friend's eyes? I would have poked him blind 20 years ago!"

What is Qi Beisong's look?Jealousy!

Cheng Ji didn't even hold his little hand with him, but he hugged others or was hugged by others all day long, and talked softly, anyone would overturn the jealousy.

Cheng Ji turned his head and stared at Qi Beisong, who wished he could go back to open a vinegar factory, so he was not to be outdone and stared back.

Cheng Ji mouthed: What are you looking at?Did you see that the old man was drunk?

Qi Beisong was particularly puzzled by this point. According to the information he got, Cheng Ji's father died more than ten years ago, and he was raised by his mother alone.Looking at Lao Geng's appearance, he didn't look alike at all with Cheng Ji.

"Your surname is Cheng, why is your father called Geng Chunbiao?"

Lao Geng was a little confused at first, but when he heard his name, he became violent again: "You can also call me my name?!"

"Father, dad, don't argue with him!" Cheng Ji hurriedly pressed his shoulder, half to coax the drunk, half to explain to Qi Beisong, "This is my godfather, better than my own father!"

This sentence sounded too much to Lao Geng, but it had other meanings in Qi Beisong's ears.

——"Godfather" is not a good word, especially in their circle, if someone recognizes a godfather, it means being taken care of by a benefactor, which is similar to prostitution.

Qi Beisong knew that Cheng Ji would not be there yet, but he was still annoyed, grabbed his wrist and said, "Let's go!"

Cheng Ji asked, "Why?"

Qi Beisong said: "Go back to Hongcheng!"

Old Geng rushed over: "Don't take me away! My buddies come and go so many times, none of them are as bastard as you!!"

"..." Qi Beisong narrowed his eyes slightly, "Brother? Come and go... so much?"

Cheng Ji winked at Lao Geng frequently, but the four grenades made the old thing completely out of control, pointing at Qi Beisong and shouting: "That's right! My son is like me, everyone in the world is brothers, some are iron buddies! Then what are the tall ones, the little black skins, what are the sharp ones, the thunders, the ancestors... Anyway, there are so many! So don't be crazy, how old are you when I smash it here?!"

"..." Qi Beisong slowly turned his gaze to Cheng Ji.

Cheng Ji deliberately turned his face away, his neck was about to cramp.

Qi Beisong held his wrist, raised it a little higher, and asked, "So you just keep it from me?"

Cheng Ji said, "It's not a lie..."

Qi Beisong held back his anger: "When did you start lying to me? Could it be the day you ran away? Lei Jing and Wang Beifeng let you go?"

Cheng didn't like to hear this kind of talk: "Qi Beisong, if you don't trust me, you have to trust your subordinates anyway, are they the kind of people?"

Of course Qi Beisong knew it wasn't, so he still asked: "When exactly? Why didn't you tell me?"

That's why I didn't tell you!

Cheng Ji got annoyed and wanted to leave, but Qi Beisong refused to let him go, since the two of them usually pissed, they should start fighting, but at this time they were in a public place, and there were other people waiting to watch the fun, so they restrained themselves.

They restrained themselves, but Geng Chunbiao did not, he rushed to Qi Beisong and shouted: "I just think you don't like it, let me go!"

How did he know that if his son really wanted to break free, the person on the opposite side would not be able to catch him at all. Seeing that the situation was not going well, Cheng Ji flipped his wrist away and hugged him quickly: "Father, don't do this!"

Old Geng was drinking madly: "Ah, you actually help him or not me?!"

Cheng Ji said, "I didn't help him!"

Qi Beisong said loudly: "He just helped me!"

Cheng Ji shouted: "Don't meddle in it!"

Old Geng said angrily: "Damn! The water that was thrown by the raised son!"

Qi Beisong asked: "What did you raise him for? You fucking took advantage of the fire to sneak in and bully no one around him, right?"

Cheng Ji growled: "Qi Beisong!!"

Qi Beisong asked: "Has he ever touched you?!"

Old Geng roared: "This is my son! I can touch it if I want!"

"Father, don't talk nonsense!" Cheng Ji said, "The 'touch' he said is not your touch!"

"You dare to touch him?" Qi Beisong roared, "Which hand you touch him, I will chop off your hand!"

"You chop? How dare you?!" Old Geng turned around to look for the knife.

The little bartender threw himself on the fruit-cutting board, and desperately pressed Lao Geng's hand to prevent him from drawing the knife. "Uncle Biao! You can't fight in the store, my uncle will scold me to death!"

"Football! How dare you control me before the hair is fully grown?!" Old Geng scolded.

The little bartender said: "This is my uncle's shop, everything is bought with money, so don't smash it!"

"If something is broken, I will pay him double and triple!"

Qi Beisong over there also rolled up his sleeves: "Use a knife, right? I'll accompany you, who am I afraid of?"

The bartender is only 17 years old, how strong can he be?He was immediately overturned by Lao Geng!

Cheng Jifei stepped forward, twisted Lao Geng's arm and pressed him behind his back, grabbed the fruit knife and threw it far away, his forehead was full of veins, and he gritted his teeth:

"It's annoying------!!!"

Lao Geng didn't move anymore, Qi Beisong didn't move anymore, Cheng Ji let go of Lao Geng bitterly: "Why don't you listen to me?!"

"..." Lao Geng hung his head, there was wine, sweat, fruit juice, and ashes from nowhere, "Son, I..."

Cheng Ji didn't look at him, but pointed at Qi Beisong and questioned: "He's drunk and messed around, and you're fucking sober too?!"

Qi Beisong looked down, he was not awake, as soon as he stood in front of Cheng Ji, he would get muddled, and he couldn't control it.

Cheng Ji's every move, every frown and smile can affect his nerves, and those nerves seem to have withered in the past 20 years, because Cheng Ji began to grow wantonly, and then became entangled...

Cheng Ji blamed the group of fellow villagers watching the excitement at the door: "Why don't you come to fight?"

Those people smiled bitterly and said, "We dare not! If we can hold Chunbiao down, can he hack so many people and go to jail three times? Even if he's alive, he can't hold him back!"

Cheng Ji snorted coldly, and said to the bartender: "Maotou, give them a glass of honey lemonade, add some mint, or add essential oil, so that they can refresh their minds!"

"Oh!" The bartender hurriedly prepared, looking for honey and cutting lemons.

Cheng Ji pulled Lao Geng over and forced him to sit down in front of the bar.Old Geng said aggrievedly: "Son, I don't like him..."

Cheng Ji said, "You drank too much."

"No!" Lao Geng was almost arrogant, "I like all your brothers, but I don't like him!"

"Tch!" Qi Beisong rolled his eyes.

Cheng Ji wanted him to sit down, but half unwillingly, half compromisingly, he sat down slowly, looking away deliberately.

Seeing that the turmoil subsided, those people at the door also sat down to drink and play cards and play their own games.

The bartender put two cups of honey and lemonade in front of Lao Geng and Qi Beisong, and they both drank them in one gulp.

Originally, Qi Beisong didn't drink the things provided by strange bars, but he drove anxiously for several hours before, and then went to Manhuang Village to find Cheng Ji in a distraught state, and had an argument with Lao Geng, His throat was already smoking with thirst, so he didn't care so much.

Cheng Ji said, "Go home."

Lao Geng was unwilling and said he wanted to play.

Cheng Ji knew that with his temperament, he would not leave until he was drunk, and it would be fine if he was drunk, but he suddenly found out that something was wrong with him.

"Father?" He supported Lao Geng.

Old Geng, who was so fierce just now, fell asleep on the bar counter as if he hadn't slept for dozens of hours.

"..."

Cheng Ji suddenly looked at the bartender!

The little bartender took a few steps back in fright.

"What did you add to the honey lemonade?" Cheng Ji asked through his teeth.

The little bartender saw that the other party was so powerful that he couldn't hide, so he pointed at the trash can tremblingly. There was an old plastic bag he had thrown down just now, which contained the "good things" given by his friend, some kind of controlled narcotics.

"Are you crazy?!" Cheng Ji shouted in a low voice.

The little bartender said: "Yes...you said to add less and go to bed! I'm not crazy, it's Uncle Biao who got too drunk and broke things...My uncle really wants to scold me!"

"How much did you add?" Cheng Ji asked.

"A...a little bit, half a bottle." The bartender gestured timidly with his thumb and index finger.

"Added him too?" Cheng Ji pointed at Qi Beisong.

"Uh-huh."

"What did you add to me?" Qi Beisong asked.

Cheng Ji didn't answer, but stared at the bartender: "Then why doesn't he sleep?"

The little bartender said, "I don't know... Maybe this handsome guy is younger? Chunhong, you understand this, but I don't!"

Cheng slapped him several times!

The little bartender was beaten and fell to the ground, covering his face and not daring to vent his anger.

"There will be no next time." Cheng Ji said condescendingly, with a serious face, "Maotou, did you hear that?"

The little bartender nodded hurriedly: "I heard it, I heard it, there is no guarantee! Chunhong, don't tell my uncle! I am also doing it for the good of Uncle Biao. He really can't make troubles when he is old!"

"It's his fault for picking quarrels and provoking trouble." Cheng Ji said sternly, "You have your fault."

He stopped looking at the bartender, and said to Qi Beisong, "Shut up. Do me a favor and help my godfather back."

Qi Beisong is such a smart person, he has already heard that Lao Geng was drugged, so he stopped thinking about it, and gave the bartender a vicious look, and he and Cheng Ji set up Lao Geng and walked out of the bar.

When passing by the group of onlookers, everyone laughed, saying that they jumped up and down just now, and rolled under the table in the blink of an eye. A drunk is a drunk, and there is no cure!

The two of them walked several tens of meters before Qi Beisong said: "That little bastard is not a good guy, you are not allowed to associate with him in the future!"

"Of course, this ghost place!" Cheng Ji said with difficulty, "I can't control Lao Geng if he comes, anyway, I won't step into that threshold again in my life!"

Old Geng's consciousness hadn't been completely lost yet. He was dragged outside to be exposed to the cold wind, and he woke up. Although his eyes were closed, he was able to walk with his arms on the shoulders of the two men, and he was still muttering drunken words.

Seeing that the effect of the anesthetic was controllable, Cheng Ji was a little relieved, and asked Qi Beisong, "Why don't you sleep?"

Qi Beisong was also puzzled, not only did he not want to sleep now, he was even a little excited.

"Did the little brat give me another drug?" he asked.

Cheng Ji didn't know, even the little bastard himself didn't know, anyway, Qi Beisong seemed to be fine at the moment.

After walking another few tens of meters, after turning a corner, Lao Geng was completely lethargic. He didn't say a word, didn't move his feet, and his snoring was earth-shattering.

Old Geng was taller, weighing [-] to [-] catties, and it was difficult for the two of them to drag him forward. Cheng Ji asked, "Can you carry people?"

"How to carry it?"

"This way..." Cheng Ji crawled under Lao Geng to demonstrate.

That's a common way for special forces to carry the wounded alone. Simply put, the center of gravity is forward, so that the opponent is lying on the shoulders, and the head and limbs are hung on the chest of the person below.It must be uncomfortable to have all the weight of the wounded on one shoulder, but move quickly.

Cheng Ji originally wanted to lift Lao Geng with all his strength, but he was crushed before he could straighten his waist. Regardless of his previous life or this life, strength has always been his shortcoming.

Qi Beisong was able to carry it, but unfortunately he couldn't make the point.He was willing to carry Lao Geng regardless of his previous suspicions, but the old thing really enjoyed his life, and he kept slipping down on his back, and he had to lie flat to be comfortable.

The two had no choice but to adopt the most stupid method-lifting.

Thanks to the short distance between the noodle shop and the bar, there is only a small street and a small stone arch bridge between them, otherwise it would really break your waist and legs!

They came to the door of the noodle shop out of breath, and carried Lao Geng, who was sleeping like a dead pig, on the big bed at the door. Cheng Ji's whole arm was shaking when he touched the door key.

After entering the door and turning on the light, it was impossible and unhappy to bring the drunk upstairs again, so the two of them put together a few tables of eight immortals to make a temporary bed for Lao Geng, and then brought a quilt from the upstairs room for him cover.

After finishing all this work, Cheng Ji sat and rested profusely in sweat, secretly scolding the bartender for being ignorant and adding to the chaos.

Suddenly he noticed that Qi Beisong's complexion was abnormally red, and he immediately became alert: "What's wrong with you?"

Qi Beisong also sat down, rubbed his cheeks and said, "I'm hot..."

"hot?"

"..." Qi Beisong turned his eyes to him, his voice was hoarse, "...have you ever taken aphrodisiacs?"