Me who fears women travels with beautiful girls

Chapter 90, Chapter 15, Wolf Warriors

The next morning, Song Wenbin woke up in the park. As usual, he went to the toilet in the park to brush his teeth. When he brushed his teeth, his fingers hurt terribly.He frowned and opened the gauze to see that the wound had re-suppurated.

He felt that he couldn't procrastinate any longer. Although 30 yuan was very important, his fingers were also very important, so he had to go to the clinic anyway.

Taking the subway to work at Sister Li's fried noodle shop, Song Wenbin just wanted to take a leave of absence with the proprietress to see a doctor.

Before he reached the door, he heard Li Dazhong, the owner of the fried noodle shop, arguing with the owner's wife.

But what exactly was arguing about, he didn't know.

Because the two are using Korean.

It's just that the anger between the two of them gradually increased.The proprietress couldn't bear it and began to speak Chinese, she scolded: "Ghost knows where the money went! Maybe it was hooked by some vixen! Don't ask me for money for future purchases! You take your own money"

The boss Li Dazhong yelled Korean, and the proprietress was angry, "What kind of foreign fart are you! Don't talk to me, okay!?"

"Do you still want to live, you bitch! You are allowed to give money to men and I am not allowed to give some money to women!"

"Who did I give money to! Who did I give money to!!"

The proprietress was arguing with her husband in the house like crazy.

The pain in the voice is suffocating.

The photographer is naturally conflicted. Hearing the quarrel in the store, he moved over with the camera and wanted to take a clearer picture.Seeing this, Song Wenbin felt like pulling him back, and gave him a warning look, telling him not to continue shooting.

Song Wenbin dragged the photographer far away. He never thought that there would be so many things happening in a shop he picked at random.Is it really impossible to finish this month in peace?

He looked at his broken fingers with a gloomy expression.

The quarrel didn't last long, maybe only a few minutes, the boss Li Dazhong went out cursing, drove his own broken van, wandered off and didn't know where to go.

Song Wenbin waited for a while, and then walked into the shop slowly. In the shop, he saw the proprietress wiping the table with red eyes.Song Wenbin didn't ask anything, just said good morning.

When the proprietress saw Song Wenbin coming, she quickly rubbed her eyes and arranged for him today's work.Although Song Wenbin had pain in his fingers, he didn't want to say much at this time, and just went to work silently.

It wasn't until the busiest time at noon that Song Wenbin came to the proprietress and asked, "Madam proprietress, is there a clinic nearby?"

The proprietress mopping the floor was taken aback and asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Wenbin thought for a while, then took out his finger and showed it to the proprietress.

Seeing Song Wenbin's bruised and bloody fingers, the proprietress was startled, and said loudly, "What's the matter with you, kid? It's too early to tell me if your hand is broken like this. I asked you and you said it's okay!"

"Maybe it's just a bit of an infection, and it'll be fine after a little anti-inflammation."

"Let's go, I'll take you to the doctor."

The proprietress hurriedly put down her work and took Song Wenbin to ride on the electric donkey in front of the store.

The two rode an electric donkey to a clinic in the alley.

After seeing Song Wenbin's fingers, the old doctor in the clinic gave him iodophor to eliminate the anti-inflammatory, prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs, and told Song Wenbin not to touch the water while the wound was healing.

On the way back, the proprietress blamed herself very much, and babbled about her negligence to Song Wenbin, and said that if she were in China, the child would be as old as Song Wenbin.In the car, Song Wenbin asked the proprietress why she didn't have a baby in Korea. The proprietress only said that she was too busy and didn't have time.

However, the two had just returned to the fried noodle shop from the clinic when they saw Li Dazhong parked his truck at the door of the shop while he was rummaging through the cashier counter of the restaurant.

The proprietress was taken aback when she saw him.

Li Dazhong was also taken aback when he saw the proprietress outside.

Song Wenbin felt that something was wrong, because the boss was usually responsible for purchasing raw materials, and the proprietress was responsible for cooking. At this point, the boss Li Dazhong should buy goods from outside.

Suddenly, the proprietress became angry, she stood up before she even had time to support the electric scooter, walked into the store and cursed: "What are you doing here? Stealing money!"

"Xiba!" The boss was also furious, and scolded, "Is taking my own money considered stealing money?"

"I gave you the money for your purchase yesterday!" The proprietress screamed: "I just gave you 30W yesterday! Today you came to ask me again! Where is your money! Where is your money!"

The boss blushed, and he cursed loudly: "You don't care where my money is! The stinky bitch manages a lot of balls, and the money I earn can be spent as I like!"

"You earn money!?" The proprietress scolded: "Who is busy in the back kitchen every day, who wipes the table and pours water for the customers? Is it you!? It costs 30 a day! Why don't you die!"

Song Wenbin quickly supported the car that was about to overturn, he wanted to hide far away from this housework dispute.

But inexplicably, the boss's Li Dazhong's anger came to Song Wenbin, and he cursed: "I spend 30 a day! Who knows how much you spend a day, I go back to the store and there is no one to see it." ! In broad daylight, while I am not around, secretly ask the boy to do something ugly!"

"Rotten your mouth!"

The proprietress's chest rose and fell violently, she pointed at Li Dazhong and cursed: "I'll take Xiao Song to the clinic to have a look at his fingers, if you don't believe me, go ask the doctor!"

As she said that, she was excited to get the receipt for the prescription. Seeing that her hands were shaking, Song Wenbin gave her the receipt.

She took the receipt and strode up to Li Dazhong, screaming: "Did you see it? Did you see it!?"

The boss Li Dazhong slapped her hand, pointed at her nose and pressed him step by step: "Is he your concubine? I want you to take him to see him. Doesn't he have long legs? Bastards know that turning elbows outward is the right thing to do." Bar!"

The proprietress burst into tears at Li Dazhong's words. She cried: "You are too much! Why did I blindly see people like you back then, and even came to Korea with you? If I didn't have the money I brought from my mother's house, your Can the store open?"

Snapped! !

Li Dazhong slapped the proprietress in the face.

He pointed at the door and cursed: "You don't want to stay in Korea, you go back! You go back with your little concubine, your little concubine is Chinese, let him marry you and you can go back to China."

The proprietress couldn't take it anymore, and burst into tears of grievance.

Song Wenbin couldn't stand it anymore, he stood up and walked towards the store.

"Little B, what are you doing here? Is there anything for you here?"

The boss Li Dazhong immediately pointed at Song Wenbin and cursed: "The stinky bastard is going to beg for a meal and go back to China to beg for it, and the beggar is going to Seoul, you have to grab whoever has a job, right?"

Song Wenbin said indifferently in front of the boss: "You won't apologize to me, will you?"

He stood very close, and his height of 1.8 meters made him extremely oppressive in front of the boss who was less than 1.7 meters.

Seeing that his eyes were on fire, the boss was a little timid for a while, and he yelled sternly, "What do you want to do, this is Seoul! It's not your house, if you mess around, be careful, I'll find someone to beat you to death!"

Song Wenbin didn't say a word, turned around and walked outside.

The boss immediately yelled behind him: "Smelly Wumao has the guts to make money in the country, but you can't make a dime and still protect your master, like a dog!"

Song Wenbin found a mop at the door, smashed it on his knee with one hand, broke it, and then walked into the house with a wooden stick.

The boss saw it and screamed: "You are against the sky!"

Snapped! !

Song Wenbin hit the boss in the face with a wooden stick.

The pump made him spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and there was an extra blue mark on his face.

"I'm not only fifty cents, I'm still a wolf warrior."

Song Wenbin sneered, and then hit the boss on the neck with another stick.

The boss screamed wildly after being hit, and yelled frantically in Korean: "Beat me! The Chinese are beating the Koreans in Korea!"

Song Wenbin didn't know what he was calling.

Another stick hit the boss's knee, causing him to scream and curl up into a shrimp shape.

He covered his head and just yelled frantically: "Beating! The Chinese are beating the Koreans in Korea!"

"Beating people! Chinese are beating Koreans in South Korea!"

"Beating people! Chinese are beating Koreans in South Korea!"

People on the side street heard the shouts and surrounded them one after another.

The proprietress grabbed Song Wenbin and screamed, "Don't hit him! Don't hit him!"

Song Wenbin heard the pain and helplessness in the proprietress' voice, immediately threw away the stick, and stood there motionless.

"Stop it! Go! Go!"

The proprietress took out a few Korean coins and stuffed them into Song Wenbin's hands, and said loudly, "You've got your wages, go away! You're not welcome here!"

The boss stood on the ground repeating words like Chinese beating Koreans.

The proprietress pushed Song Wenbin to the door, threw his bag to him, and said loudly, "Go! Go!"

Song Wenbin looked at the proprietress, and for a moment, sympathy, pity, self-blame, and unwillingness came to his heart.He looked at the photographer beside him, and then at the Korean currency in his hand. He had ten thousand words in his mind, but every sentence was pale and powerless.

In the end, all he could do was pick up his bag, rush away from the crowd with Korean coins, lower his head, and hurried to the distance.

The afternoon sun in Seoul shone on Song Wenbin, but he couldn't feel much warmth. It was the first time he felt so depressed after the show had been filming for so long.It has only been less than three days, and such a moth has happened. There are still 27 days left. How can we live it.

"Can this section be cut?" He asked the photographer beside him.

The cameraman shook his head, "The editing right is in the hands of the director, we are only responsible for shooting."

Song Wenbin reckoned that director Baoli would not be able to cut, what could attract him more than this?It's just that beating up the Korean boss by himself will cause controversy. Song Wenbin thought about it and decided not to care about this kind of thing.He was just a common man, so he couldn't do it if he was asked to restrain his anger and learn from a general, and besides, that boss was really hateful.

After the turmoil, Song Wenbin had nowhere to go, the job he had just found was gone, his fingers needed rest, and he could no longer look for a job.In desperation, Song Wenbin had no choice but to return to the park.

He has 6 won, which is about 300 yuan, and he needs to maintain his fingers before the 300 yuan is spent, so he is doomed to be careful and not waste anything.

I bought a cup of instant noodles for 500 won in a nearby store, and asked the supermarket to borrow some boiled water. Song Wenbin sat on a chair in the park, waiting for the instant noodles to be ready.

At this time, his mobile phone vibrated.

Picking it up and taking a look, it turned out that Huo Yu sent him a message.

"Are you dead, why didn't you call me back?"

Song Wenbin looked at the message Huo Yu sent him.

Huo Yu sent him a message last night, asking what he was doing, but Song Wenbin didn't reply.Because he fell asleep too late, and he had to go to work the next morning, so naturally he didn't have time to ask what Huo Yu asked.But now, he still didn't want to reply to Huo Yu.

It was impossible for him to tell Huo Yu that he was having a bad time and make her happy.

However, after closing the chat interface with Huo Yu, he saw his mother send him a dozen little red dots.Originally, he didn't want to look at these little red dots at all, but for some reason today, he accidentally opened those little red dots. After looking at them for a while, he called his mother on WeChat.

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(End of this chapter)