we are bad boys

Another two days passed, and Dakang and I had a lot to do with each other, but Feng Zheng bit his tongue, and it was hard for anyone to speak well. We didn't see Guangzi at all, and we didn't even know if he was in the public security hospital.

Ma Fei and the others were blocked, Dakang promised me, and he was always angry, so he would never take the initiative to talk to Ma face, and I didn't talk to Ma face about it, I was going to wait for him to come to me, see How did he say.

The atmosphere in Caesar is quite subtle now. In the past, Gao Dong and Fu Xin would often drink and chat with Ma Face or the third child, but since Dakang and Ma Face had a quarrel in the restaurant, this kind of activity has obviously decreased, and Mu Mu did not. I don't know if Zhang Lu really needs to be taken care of 25 hours a day, or he doesn't want to come back at all. Anyway, spending every day in the hospital is like retreating to practice the Sunflower Book.

For two days, there was no progress in the matter of Photon. Although the conflicts in the family were not on the surface, a rift had already arisen in my heart. This is not a fucking good phenomenon, but I don’t know how to resolve it now. When I was torn from the middle, I suddenly remembered that when I first joined Bruce, the conflicts between Wang Teng, Hong Tao, Brother Xu, and Li Meng, how similar was the state at that time to Caesar today? ? ?

It is precisely because of this contradiction that so many stories have been triggered, and the person in the nursing home was forced to go behind the scenes.

Sitting in the office, the more I thought about it, the more irritable I became. I couldn't sit still anymore. I picked up my cell phone and cigarettes, locked the door, and walked out. I just arrived in the corridor and happened to meet Tianyang who had just returned from Binbin and Zhouzhou. , and Dakang that drank more than one meal.

"Why are you two back?" I asked, looking up.

"Brother Kang said you were in a bad mood, and asked me to come back and drink with you!" Tianyang scratched his head and said.

"...You two are getting better and better, brother is training you, let's go!" I looked at them, I felt a little better, put my arms around my neck, and walked out of Caesar with them.

Half an hour later, the three of us arrived at a new concept Sichuan restaurant called Mala Taste. Forgive my vulgarity. Every night at seven o'clock in the news broadcast four words, there must be a row of Chinese pinyin below it, which is completely superfluous, and the donkey's lips are not right with the horse's mouth.

However, this game is indeed a bit evil, they are all the same dishes, plus the words "new concept", the business is really good. When we came, there were basically no vacant seats in the lobby. If you want to eat, you have to get a number next to the machine queue! !

For this reason, Dakang, who had been drinking a little bit in a daze, was furious. As a member of the underworld, do you still have to wait in line? ?Step by step, he dragged the manager and walked to the edge of the bar. Dakang grinned and said fiercely, "Do you know who I am?"

"...Hehe...Sir, although I don't know your name, I know you are God!" The manager froze for a moment, then said with a very eloquent smile.

"God is angry now!" Dakang said a little drunk.

"...What's wrong?"

"I'm Caesar Dakang, I don't want to queue up, can I solve the meal problem within three seconds?" Dakang said confidently, blinking his eyes.

"Sir, I'm sorry, there are too many gods, so we have to line up by number!"

"Have you heard of Caesar?"

"Well, I heard it!"

"Dakang, have you heard of it?"

"Well, I heard it!"

"Is there still a queue?"

"Yes!" The manager nodded with a smile.

"...Do you know that my face is used as a shoe insole?" Dakang was stunned for a long time, and asked a little bit hesitantly.

"Hehe!" Tianyang and I sat on the sofa gloatingly and looked at Dakang, feeling that Bao Gongkang, with his sloppy attitude, is also quite cute.

"God, have you ever heard of the city government?" the manager asked.

"Yes!" Dakang nodded.

"The city government has a mayor, and the mayor has a brother-in-law. The brother-in-law opened a new concept Sichuan restaurant with spicy taste. Have you heard of it?" the manager continued to ask.

"This one??" Dakang was a little dumbfounded.

"Yes, God!"

"Oh, then give me three glasses of juice, and I'll continue to line up!" Dakang turned around and left.

"Good God!" said the manager, stooping.

"Ha ha!"

Tianyang and I had a burst of laughter, Dakang walked over unsteadily, sat down next to me, waved his hands proudly, and even bragged: "A big brother behind my ass used to open a restaurant, Can I make sense? I threw away 5000 yuan!"

"Well, I bought three glasses of juice for 5000 yuan! Brother Kang, you're rich!" Tian Yang said angrily.

"Haha!" I smiled again, and Dakang squinted at us, pretending not to hear.

After four or ten minutes of fuss, the three of us finished queuing up and were assigned to a private room on the second floor by number. After entering the door, I ordered seven or eight dishes and two boxes of beer.

"****, who's drunk to death?" Dakang had already sobered up a bit after waiting.

"...Both boxes are gone!! You can go home now, come on, let's fix it!" I rolled up my sleeves, ate two mouthfuls of food to suppress my stomach, and then settled with them.

......

On the other side, in the manager's office of Hengyuan Company, the pockmarked face frowned and looked at the newly brought up bidding proposal, and slowly asked, "Who should make this game?"

"...President Ma, what's the matter?" The middle-aged man in his thirties standing opposite the desk asked with a pockmarked face.

"Have you read it?" Pockmarked asked, looking up while holding the plan.

"Look!"

"You used to be the project manager of Dasheng Real Estate??" Pockmarked raised his head and asked in a very suspicious voice.

"Yes... yes!"

"Yes, you just give me such a toy?? According to this price, what do I need your project department to do?? Your mission is to spend the least money and get the best!! Who the hell have you seen who knows how to do business and make gold bricks to buy toilets??" With a pockmarked face full of anger, he made paper balls out of the plan and threw them directly on the middle-aged face.

"No, Mr. Ma, good land is a matter of tacit understanding. Bidding is a procedure... When I was in Dasheng Real Estate...!" The middle-aged man tried his best to explain.

"How much do you pay at Dasheng Real Estate?? How much the fuck will I pay you?? Others follow the procedure, what are you doing with those b-legs?? What I want to see is your working ability! Not him Mom sees you writing some plans that no one can understand!!" The pockmarked face directly interrupted the middle-aged man, and scolded.

The middle-aged man lowered his head and said nothing.

"I don't make it difficult for you. For the two target sites, you should at least enter the bidding range for me. I don't want to hear about your difficulties. I only want to see the results!! It's okay, you go out!" Said with a pockmarked face irritatedly waving his hands.

The middle-aged man took the paper ball, sighed, and walked out of the office.

"Oh, this group of people is really bad, just pointing at the waist can give you some strength, the whole fucking lumbar muscle is strained, fuck it!" Pockmarked face rubbed his cheeks vigorously, and sighed.

"Beep ring ring!"

The mobile phone on the table rang, the pockmarked face took a sip of water, and connected it.

"Hey, Brother Ma, what are you up to?"

"It's okay, I'm at the company!"

"Then come over and have a meal together?" Ha Yijian said invitingly.

"Who is it?"

"No one, just two friends, I want to talk to you about something!"

"Okay, send the address to my phone, I'll go there now!" Pockmarked was silent for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

ps: Khan, I drank too much last night, the time was set wrong, and I sent it an hour late, please forgive me!