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Minglang didn't expect Director Li to say this, he was a little surprised, "You really want to listen to my explanation, this banana is..."

"It's not just about the bananas," Director Li handed him a note, "Look for yourself."

Minglang took the note and looked at the long string of phone numbers on it, with the name of the person being complained and the reason for the complaint written on it.There are various reasons for complaints, but the complainees are all the same——Ming Ming.

Until noon, he was still confused and didn't know why there were so many complaints, but now it was clear, it wasn't that he was not suitable for this job, it wasn't that he didn't do well enough, it was because someone secretly tripped him up and wanted him to do this. Work gets ripped off.

Director Li pondered: "In the service industry, complaints are the deadliest. This will directly affect the performance and reputation of our area in the head office. If this continues..."

"No more," Ming Lang said with a far-fetched smile, "Maybe I... I'm really not, not suitable for the service industry. I won't cause you any trouble, so I'll resign... just resign!"

"Xiao Ming, you..."

"I, I will compensate the customer for the banana money, and just deduct it from the salary."

After speaking, Minglang carried a whole box of bananas and left.

As soon as he stepped into the house, Xu Huafang's voice came from the kitchen, "Son, eat with bowls and chopsticks!"

When Minglang heard his mother's crisp voice, he felt a little shy, put down the banana, and responded, "Oh!"

After Xu Huafang set up the dishes, she saw her son walk into the kitchen with a tired face, and asked, "Are you tired today?"

"……fine."

Ming Lang sat down after finishing the meal, put a stick of pickled radish into his mouth, and took a few big mouthfuls of rice.

Xu Huafang looked at her son's devouring appearance, and said, "It's not bad? I'm tired of wearing meat skewers at home on a hot day, and your work is full of physical work. It's hard to think about."

"Mom, let me tell Uncle Liu, let's, let's not help his family wear strings, okay?"

"why?"

"No reason," Minglang scooped up tomato eggs for his mother, "I don't want you to be too...too tired."

"I just said casually, I'm really not tired, and I'm too busy to stay at home." Xu Huafang didn't want to put all the burden of the family on her son. The day is idle, eating and waiting to die.

"As long as you earn a few hundred yuan a month for wearing strings, it's not enough to buy anything, and you're still hunched over all day long..."

"You don't mind me, I like to do this, I like to wear skewers."

"Hey, why don't you, don't you know how to listen..."

"Why should I listen to you?" Xu Huafang said stubbornly.

"Yes, as long as you're happy." Minglang couldn't help his mother, and changed the subject: "Mom, I heard that tartary buckwheat can lower blood sugar. I'll buy some for you tomorrow."

"how to eat?"

"Uh...it can be made into tartary buckwheat pancakes. In the future, you will eat less rice and use it instead of the main meal."

"Wouldn't that kill me!"

"Did you forget to check how high your blood sugar was last week?"

"13..." Xu Huafang whispered.

"You know... just fine."

After eating, Minglang washed the dishes, hesitated for a moment, and said to Xu Huafang, "Mom, I...I resigned."

Xu Huafang was very surprised. She looked up at her son, but immediately returned to normal, and said flatly, "Let's resign!"

"Why didn't you ask me why I resigned for...?" I felt even more guilty about my mother's clear attitude of not asking the truth.

"I don't have anything to ask," Xu Huafang said, "You are my son. I know who you are best. I believe in your choice, and that's enough."

Minglang didn't know what to say. What this family needs most now is money, but at this juncture, he doesn't even have a stable job. Apart from strong self-blame, he hates himself for being really useless.

"Mom, I'm sorry..."

"Why are you talking nonsense?" Xu Huafang looked at the wall clock on the wall: "Hurry up and get a takeaway after dinner, and see what time it is. Time is money, do you understand?"

Minglang sniffed, "Well, then I'm going out, if you need anything, please call me."

Seeing the back of her son turning around and hurrying out of the house, Xu Huafang slowly dimmed. She looked at the box of bananas on the ground and the delivery note on the box, her eyes turned red, and tears rolled down her cheeks. Seeing her weeping...

At around eleven o'clock at night, Kan Qi invited a few brothers to have a barbecue on Yongsheng Street. He was refreshed and in a good mood today, and he had a lot of fun looking for it in the afternoon!

There was a boy sitting next to Kan Qi, who was Xiao Qinger who was lying on the bed in the afternoon and witnessed the good show with his own eyes. His name was Wu Yufei, and he was currently Kan Qi's Xiaomi.

Zhou Guan licked the meat skewers, and said, "Brother Qi, you really have nothing to do. It's not easy to lose that courier boy's job. Just find a few brothers to scare him. You still have to spend a lot of trouble , In order to let him climb the stairs, the elevator gates of the whole building were pulled, cut..."

Kan Qi smiled and said nothing, and Wu Yufei beside him complained dissatisfiedly: "That man is simply too upset, he doesn't come sooner or later, but he comes 'at that time', and the moment his mood is lifted, he suddenly turns cold Breaking in is really disappointing..."

Old Wu Yinyang said strangely: "Are you sure you're really spoiling the fun? I remember that Brother Qi shared a recording with me this afternoon. A certain little X was humming at the top of his throat. It was called a wave. It was so loud that it almost turned into a puddle. The spring water is flowing eastward!"

As soon as Wu Yufei heard the recording of his yelling being heard by these people, he pulled Kan Qi coquettishly and cried, "Ah...Brother Qi, how can you let these big bosses listen to my voice?"

Kan Qi squinted at him: "Then why did you ask me to record it?"

"Ho... I hate you..." Wu Yufei pouted.

Lao Wu sneered: "What's the big deal? Anyway, we all know you're a little coquette whether you listen or not."

"Hey, hey, please pay attention to your wording, this is a civilized place." Wu Yufei said.

"Civilized place?" Old Wu hummed and said with a smile: "What kind of civilized place can breed such a small wave|good like you?"

Wu Yufei was speechless, and hurriedly asked Kan Qi beside him for help: "Brother Qi, how hurt he is..."

Kan Qi didn't even lift his eyelids: "He's right!"

"..." Wu Yufei pouted and died of anger.

Yang Xiaohuan said: "Brother Qi, it's easy for you to deal with that courier boy, and letting him experience the pain of flesh and blood is more profound than anything else."

"What physical pain?" Kan Qi casually sucked on Lao Baigan.

"I see you beat me once, Xijiang is such a big piece of land, I dare not tell you how much I beat you once a week. I will give you the beating on time and according to the amount. One day I will scare him! Let him be beaten at that time." Hold the Buddha statue in person and offer it with both hands." Yang Xiaohuan was full of confidence.

Kan Qi frowned and asked, "Hiss...how are you so sure?"

Yang Xiaohuan said confidently: "If someone hits you, won't you be upset?"

Kan Qi was silent, and looked sideways at Yang Xiaohuan. Yang Xiaohuan knew that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly corrected him: "I...I didn't mean to hit you, I was just making a metaphor. What is our ultimate goal? We have to go straight to the goal. Are you going?"

"If you can't speak, just hold back!"

"..."

Lao Wu thought for a while and said, "Brother Qi, that kid lost his job, but it won't do us any good. The Buddha statue is still..."

"Who says there's no benefit?" Kan Qi raised the corner of his mouth, "Seeing him being scolded by me with such a bitter face and not daring to retaliate makes me feel good. It's called spiritual satisfaction."

Yang Xiaohuan muttered: "This is all enough... how empty your spirit is..."

"What did you say?" Kan Qi stared at him.

"I, I... I said that after he resigned, where are you going to scold him?" Yang Xiaohuan quickly changed the subject.

"So you are a pighead, do you think he will never work again in his life?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of the motorcycle turning off behind him. The young man on the bike took off his helmet and walked towards them with two big bags from the motorcycle.

Kan Qi's gaze immediately became sharper from the dazed one second before. He squinted his eyes and looked at this person, thinking about what was about to happen next.

The world is really small...

The young man hurriedly walked into the store from beside him, not paying attention to the few people sitting at the door.

"Uncle Liu, the meat skewers are on the table for you. There are two or two thousand skewers in total."

Uncle Liu responded, "Okay, we will pay the bill on weekends as usual."

"Okay, then I'm leaving!" Minglang put the meat skewers on the table.

"Drink some water, look at how busy you are..." Uncle Liu said.

"You're welcome, I still have orders, I haven't delivered many orders..." Turning around and walking out of the shop, Minglang froze.

Several people at the table outside stood up and looked at him maliciously.

Of course he knew who this group of people were, his heart sank, and he looked at them vigilantly.

"Not bad, brother," Kan Qi said with a half-smile, "I resigned in the afternoon, and I'm rushing to deliver food in the evening, huh? This job is really tight and efficient!"

"..."

"Oh, by the way, it's been hot these days, so you have to hurry up and eat the bananas, don't make them go bad."

"What exactly do you want?" Ming Lang raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"I don't want to do anything, I just see that you are so tired, brother wants to buy you a glass of wine."

"No, I, I still want to deliver food."

Kan Qi stretched out his head to look at the motorcycle, grinned, walked over with his legs free, and pointed to the storage box behind the car: "That's all?"

As he said that, before Minglang could answer, he kicked the storage box flying. The box was made of tarpaulin. After being kicked by Kan Qi like this, the whole thing rolled off the motorcycle. Spilled all over the floor.

Qingming's heart was pulled into a ball, and the little fire was burning.

Kan Qi smiled and said, "I don't need to send it now, do I?"

"You..." Minglang stared at him with exposed veins, his eyelids twitching.

Kan Qi asked inexplicably: "Why are you angry again? I was not angry when I lost my Buddha statue in your hands for nothing. What right do you have to be unhappy?" He pointed to the soup dregs on the ground: "This shit is worth How much? Do you know how much I spent on that Buddha statue?"

"..." Minglang stared at the front with deep hatred, and remained motionless.

Kan Qi leaned into his ear, and said coldly: "800 million, your special mother has to send fifty life cycles to earn it back. How much do you think you owe me?"

He walked up to the barbecue stand, held a pot of Laobaigan and waved it in front of Mingming's eyes, "Done it, I'll let you go today, otherwise..."

"I said, no...don't drink." Ming Lang's attitude was still firm.

Regarding the fact that Minglang wasn't afraid of him at all, Kan Qi expressed his annoyance and embarrassment. He took a few deep breaths and murmured: "Don't drink, right..."

Before Mingming could react, Kan Qi raised the kang in front of him without saying a word and gave it a strong push. The whole kang including the table and coals were overturned. Immediately, all the rice noodle skewers on the table fell to the ground. Confused, Kan Qi kicked away the stools and plastic tables at his feet.In just a few seconds, there was a mess in front of the barbecue booth. The people who ate the barbecue were frightened by Kan Qi's sudden convulsion, and no one dared to intervene.

Minglang looked at Kan Qi incredulously, did he have to be so aggressive?

When Uncle Liu saw that his stall was smashed to pieces in a blink of an eye, he was frightened and ran out tremblingly, saying, "You...what's wrong with you? I've been working on this stall for 30 years and you just smash it up?"

While talking, he wanted to rush up to fight with Kan Qi, but Zhou Guan grabbed him and swung him by the collar. Uncle Liu staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Seeing that they didn't even spare the old man, Mingming finally couldn't help it: "Aren't you mad dogs? Even, even the old man is beaten? If there is anything wrong, come to me!"

Kan Qi stared straight at him, and was about to speak, when he caught a glimpse of a man holding a mobile phone who seemed to be about to call 110. His chest was filled with old fire, and he walked over and grabbed the man's hair and threw it directly to the side. He smashed it on the trash can, and only heard a muffled "bang". After the man screamed, he raised his head, his face was bloodshot, and his nose, eyes and mouth could not be distinguished.

The people present were so frightened by Kan Qi's posture of blocking the killing Buddha, they stood still and did not dare to move.

Kan Qi's eyes were sharp and poisonous like a cobra at this time, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who else wants to call 110?"

There was a dead silence around, and no one dared to even breathe heavily.

He turned his head and asked Minglang, "Are you drinking or not?"

Minglang angrily took the old Baigan in his hand, facing the spout, resisting the pain in his heart, raised his head and poured the wine into his belly at once, then threw the jug away, and looked at him indifferently.

After drinking a large amount of liquor, the chemical reaction caused by the alcohol churned in his stomach, making him feel like his stomach was going to burst.

Minglang had a long drinking break, and his mind quickly became confused like alcohol poisoning. He tried to keep his head clear, and said, "I've drank the wine, what else do I want?"

Kan Qi saw that his face was flushed and his eyes were bloodshot, and he knew that this person must not drink often. After his goal was achieved, he would naturally not be embarrassed anymore. Of course, it was only for today.

"It's okay, you can go."

At first he thought that Ming Lang was going to ride away on his bicycle, but he didn't expect that he dragged his body, which had already started to drift, and walked to the side of Uncle Liu step by step, and helped the old man to sit on the stool.Maybe the alcohol started to play a role, his body was unsteady and even a little weightless. At this time, someone around rushed over to help Minglang mix with Uncle Liu.

"Send...take him to the hospital."

Minglang was so dizzy, he walked to the motorcycle step by step, cleaned up the spilled takeaways and threw them into the trash can, and then left on a rickety motorcycle.

Kan Qi stared at him all the way until his back disappeared into the dark Yongsheng Street...

Zhou Guan said: "Brother Qi, can you continue drinking in another place?"

"No," Kan Qi looked at the terrified passers-by: "Tell them to leave, take the old man to the hospital, help him clean up the stall, and pay him 2 yuan."

The author has something to say:

Writing this reminds me of a sentence: Abusing a wife is fun for a while, chasing a wife in a crematorium~ In other words, until now, Maomao hasn’t figured out who is the old Gong and who is the little shou, and I am a little confused, hahaha...