The booming era begins with private customization

Chapter 452 No! You have to pay more!

"You you kid."

Yan Jiecheng's face turned red immediately: "What nonsense are you talking about, kid?
As an outsider, you know nothing about our steel mill business!"

"Yeah, I don't know, I just know you're a piece of shit."

He Yu Nong is not a pushover, he curled his lips, pulled his eyelids with both hands, and kept making faces to mock.

A few little kids ran nimbly and landed right in the middle of the water pipes, making Yan Jiecheng dizzy.

I can see that I can't even take care of a few little kids.

Yan Jiecheng was so angry.

He stamped his feet angrily and put his hands in his pockets viciously.

He stared fiercely, gasping for breath, his heart heaving up and down: "Just wait! I have to settle this matter with Sha Zhu!"

Yan Jiecheng returned to the courtyard unwillingly.

From a distance, I saw Li Mao riding a tricycle, carrying a bunch of things, big and small bags, and leaving.

Although Li Mao got married and moved.

But the houses here are not vacant.

In addition to coming back to stay from time to time, he would also eat in the courtyard on occasion.

"Director Li, Director Li!"

Yan Jiecheng spread his legs and ran a few steps behind.

Maybe it was because the wind was too strong, Li Mao's hat was a little tight.

Yan Jiecheng shouted several times, but failed to stop Li Mao.

After chasing a few more steps forward, Yan Jiecheng watched Li Mao turn into an alley leading to the city's main street.

"Hey, it's a big deal that this guy got married! Just because he's married, does that mean he can ignore the old neighbors?"

Yan Jiecheng spoke angrily and kicked hard at the wall with a small stone that had been kicked back from the road by some child.

There was a clanging sound, and the little stone knew where it jumped to, making such a noise.

Yan Jiecheng's heart trembled when he heard this. He quickly turned his head and walked in a random direction.

From a distance I heard someone cursing in the yard, saying that the small stone that was kicked away just now had hit the soy sauce bottle on the windowsill.

Frightened, Yan Jiecheng quickened his pace until he could no longer hear the voice behind him, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his hand and clenched his fist, looked at the blue-gray wall beside him, then withdrew his hand in disappointment.

He was angry, but Yan Jiecheng hit the wall a few times like a normal person and felt the pain again.

All he could do was to retract his fist in shamelessness.

"What the hell is going on!"

Muttering unwillingly, Yan Jiecheng looked around. A gust of cold wind blew past, and he shrank his neck almost instinctively.

Smell the aroma of grilled fish floating in the air.

Somehow, Yan Jiecheng thought of the bite that he would want to eat even at the cost of his life.

He gritted his teeth, touched his pocket, and became ruthless. He turned to the supply and marketing cooperative and wanted to drink two taels of liquor.

Before he could even enter, he was blocked by the lady who closed the door at the end: "What are you doing? What are you doing? You didn't see me after get off work!

Go aside immediately and stop making trouble. If you want to buy something, come back tomorrow when you get to work."

Yan Jiechengdu had no courage to deal with a child like He Yunong.

Not to mention facing the eight major members in the traditional sense.

Yan Jiecheng was pushed and yelled at several times by the lady from the supply and marketing cooperative, but he didn't dare to say a word.

Not only did he not dare to say a word, he didn't even think of smiling and asking someone to work overtime.

"This is his grandma's"

Yan Jiecheng was mumbling to himself, feeling very unhappy.

Before he could vent his dissatisfaction, he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

"Hey? What are you mumbling about? Louder?"

Hearing this, Yan Jiecheng didn't even dare to turn his head. He tugged at the collar of his clothes, shrank his neck, hunched his body, and pretended that he didn't hear anything.

I vaguely heard footsteps coming from behind me.

Yan Jiecheng didn't dare to look back, but quickened his pace, his walking speed almost as fast as others jogging.

Ran all the way to Lao Zhang's fried liver stall.

Then he found a corner sheltered from the wind, sat down at the table, and began to breathe heavily.

"Oh, Jie Cheng is here? You came a little early today. Or the usual three things?"

Lao Zhang, who was cooking fried liver, didn't care. He put a towel on his shoulder, held a tray in his hand, and walked up to Yan Jiecheng with a smile on his face.

Different from waiters in other places.

Lao Zhang has been setting up a stall here for some years.

Old Zhang has not yet developed the habit of being unruly and hitting others at will.

He still maintains the same way of doing business as in the past, smiling at everyone he meets and welcoming guests as soon as they step through the door.

They are all neighbors. I come here to eat so often that I know their faces and can remember what they usually eat.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, what you said is not the same as today's three dishes.

Have a glass of hot wine, a half bowl of hotpot, and half a grilled fish, the fat part of the fish."

When he came to Lao Zhang's place, Yan Jiecheng finally found his confidence as a man.

He touched his pocket and shouted this carelessly.

I still have one dollar and two cents left from the money I earned from Sha Zhu.

Now calling for food, it felt as satisfying as slapping Shazhu on the face with a big slap and forcing Shazhu to lower his head and treat him to a meal.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, Yan Jiecheng feels relieved at the moment.

"Oh, so the fish we got here are fresh. But we sell the grilled fish one by one, not half a piece.
How about I pick a small one for you, one that weighs as much as half of the fat-bellied fish? "

The fried liver is bitter.

Yan Jiecheng didn't take it seriously and waved his hand casually: "Hey, Lao Zhang, why are you pretending to be miserable in front of me?

It’s winter in this year, but it’s not summer yet.

What's wrong with half a fish? It's not like I can't keep it. Besides, my family has eaten a lot of fish from the outskirts of Kyoto since I was a child.

The weight is the same, so can the taste be the same?

Don't say anything, it's just half a fat belly. Add more seasoning, otherwise it will taste very bland. "

While saying this, he was already mixing the dishes in his hands.

Born in Kyoto, even if you eat one meal at the beginning of the year, you will remember it for a whole year.

One has to have the ability to prepare condiments, from the vinegar and garlic sauce for cold noodles in summer, to the stir-fried sauce with pork in late summer, to the bowls and small dishes of condiments that people eat around the stove to warm themselves up in winter.

It's like showing off my skills when I get each one of them. This one is 28-open, that one is fried first and then stir-fried, then drained and mixed with seasonings.

They are all the same, and they all have to be played out in different ways.

As a stingy person, when Yan Jiecheng was unemployed in the early years, he would think about it in his mind every day while eating.

Now that I have a salary, I have to go through a lot of trouble to run a stall outside.

"Hey, I said that he couldn't make this small dish for today's meal. Look at you, how can you have a bowl of condiments just to eat grilled fish?"

Remove the mulled wine from the tray.

Old Zhang gave a wry smile and placed the sizzling two-cent wine glass in front of Yan Jiecheng.

"Why can't I have any? Don't forget, I still have half a portion of liu jian er. When I eat liu jian er, I have to eat it with a small plate to feel comfortable!"

Yan Jiecheng raised his head, looking very arrogant.

His eyes were looking up, with the corners of his eyes looking down, giving him a rebellious look.

"But you added too much. Look at you, this is not the way soy sauce is made as a base," Lao Zhang, who was cooking the stir-fried liver, muttered with concern.

He then took the porcelain bottle of seasoning on the table and placed it on the tray.

There was a lot of busy work under his feet, and he stepped on the foot pedal that blew the fire frequently.

After a burst of intermittent explosions, while Yan Jiecheng was sipping his wine, he quickly brought up the Liujianer.

"You eat first, the grilled fish will be here soon."

After saying this, Lao Zhang didn't wait for Yan Jiecheng to respond.

He glanced at the porcelain bottle of seasoning that Yan Jiecheng had taken from another table, and as soon as he turned around, he put it back on the tray.

"You, Old Zhang, are too boring. It's just a little bit of your food. You've been recruited by this stingy person for so many years, why are you still so petty?"

Yan Jiecheng muttered and joked.

After eating and drinking, Yan Jiecheng stood up.

Yan Jiecheng, who was a little tipsy after drinking two taels of wine, did not notice that a few seconds after he stood up.

A somewhat unfamiliar person also paid the bill and left.

Staggered back to the courtyard.

As soon as I entered the central courtyard, I saw Sha Zhu trying to show his courtesy to Qin Huairu who was washing dishes for Yi Zhonghai.

"Tsk! Stupid Zhu! Pay me back! If you don't pay me back today, I will tell you all the bad things you have done, believe it or not!"

I don’t know where Yan Jiecheng gets the confidence from.

After two sips of wine, the anger that had been suppressed yesterday ignited again in the yard.

This arrogant attitude made Sha Zhu very angry.

"Hey! Yan Jiecheng, you bastard! I let you off yesterday, but you dare to yell at me today? Come on, stop yelling.

Closer! Closer!
Let me see, silly grandpa, whose belt is not tied properly, revealing something like yours?"

Sha Zhu tilted his head, looking nonchalant.

In front of Qin Huairu, he patted his head with one hand and leaned towards Yan Jiecheng.

I picked up a whetstone from the faucet.

When he got closer, he stuffed it directly into Yan Jiecheng's hands.

"Anyway, I don't have any money, but I have my life. Come here, look here, I'll give you the thing. If you're not satisfied, come and fight me.

If you have the guts, beat me up until my head is bleeding and I have to pay for the medicine!

Hey, I'd rather pay for it than give it to you!"

Sha Zhu shouted with his head held high.

The arrogant posture frightened the drunk Yan Jiecheng.

He looked at the whetstone pressing down on his hand.

Yan Jiecheng raised his hand, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes.

It's fine to talk big, but when it comes to real action, Yan Jiecheng knows that he is a wimp.

"Hey! You idiot. Your grandpa is hiccuping~~~~"

As he was talking, the stench of alcohol that was squeezed out of his stomach almost made Sha Zhu vomit.

"What the hell is this smell? You're eating fried liver and drinking from a small plate?"

Sha Zhu covered his nose, his facial features all twisted together.

As a cook, Sha Zhu's sense of smell has been specially trained since childhood.

"I am happy with it, what's your business?"

Yan Jiecheng was so proud that he threw the whetstone in his hand to the ground and suddenly became cocky: "Silly Zhu, don't say I didn't give you a chance!

Do you think you have me in your hands? But you don't know that I have other leverage over you!"

At this point, Yan Jiecheng glanced at Qin Huairu who was bending over to wash the dishes, and whispered to Sha Zhu's ear: "Sha Zhu, you don't want Qin Huairu to know either."

What a terrible sentence structure.

Yan Jiecheng had just started talking and only mentioned a key word to explain the details, and he frightened Sha Zhu into surrendering.

He covered Yan Jiecheng's mouth with one hand and used his arm to press Yan Jiecheng's head under his armpits.

Not paying attention to the complicated smell on his clothes, Sha Zhu just shook his head unwillingly: "Come on, come on! You win today!
Okay?

Isn't it just three dollars? You go back to your room first. I'll go in and get the money in two minutes. I'll come to your room and give it to you in person later, isn't that okay?"

I heard Shazhu wanted to give money.

Yan Jiecheng, who was almost fainted by the disgusting smell coming through his clothes, nodded instinctively.

Just as I was released and was about to walk back, I suddenly remembered something:
"No! It's not three dollars! We agreed on it, but I didn't pay it on the same day. It's four dollars after the night before! If you want me to stop talking nonsense, you idiot Zhu have to give me four dollars!"

"Okay, okay, four dollars is four dollars. I owe you this. I'll bring it to you later, okay?

Go back to the house quickly, I will give you the money later!"

As Sha Zhu said this, he pushed Yan Jiecheng hard with his hand.

He staggered forward two steps and almost bumped into a pillar beside him.

Holding on to the pillar and shaking his head, Yan Jiecheng muttered something, then turned and went into his room.

Another minute or two passed.

Yan Jiecheng listened as if Sha Zhu said something to Qin Huairu in the yard.

Before he could listen carefully, he heard hurried footsteps.

In the middle courtyard, Sha Zhu had no habit of knocking on the door.

Push the door straight open.

Sha Zhu walked straight into the house.

He held a handful of notes in his hand and slammed them on the table: "Four dollars! Not more, not less! But we have to agree on it.

After you get the money, just shut your mouth!

If I hear any rumors about this, you'll have to be careful next time you walk around!"

Looking at the money on the table, Yan Jiecheng couldn't care about anything else at this moment.

He licked his fingers, then happily sat on the table and started to complain.

Count one and lick your fingers.

The sound of the sound was so nauseating that Shazhu felt so sick.

While counting, Yan Jiecheng was still distracted: "You big man, it's you who instigated Banggeng to collect protection money from classmates.

Don't worry, I won't say anything until I'm forced to do something before I take it today."

The first half of the sentence made Sha Zhu nervous, and after hearing the second half, his anger suddenly rose.

"Yan Jiecheng, you f*cking took money from me!

You took the money and still talked nonsense, do you have any integrity?"

Sha Zhu kicked the bench beneath him and breathed heavily through his nostrils.

Stand up with your hands on the table, pressing your upper body forward.

The whole person passed the middle line of the table, blocking the light from the light bulb above, looking extremely ominous.

"Integrity? I have that, but you don't!

Collect money? I'm collecting money for the funeral of Banggeng!
Hush money? That's another price!

In a word, add money! "

Yan Jiecheng felt very upset when he saw the two cents that were blown to the ground by the wind when Sha Zhu stood up.

He bent down to pick it up, blew away the dust on it, then raised his eyelids and complained to Sha Zhu:
"More money! One dollar! Give me one more dollar, and I promise not to tell Qin Huairu!"

(End of this chapter)