Mad Son-in-law

Wang Jie refused to give up, blowing his beard and staring: "You cursed enough? The little master hasn't cursed enough! Do you know that there is still a story about "Thirteen Desperate Households" on the chopping board and cursing the street? Or I will scold you. Listen? I heard that the curse in this passage is a saga, men wear sin, filial piety, and cuckold, women bereave their sons, husbands, and neighbors. Would you like to try?"

The aunts turned pale in fright, and shook their heads quickly to signal not to scold them.

"Hey, you guys have to scold you!" Ma Rong and Liu Jinyi saw that a few old women were defeated, and they were immediately dissatisfied: "There are so many of you, afraid of him? I'll add more money."

"We won't make your money anymore. This kid is too stubborn. We can hear goosebumps..." Several old women shook their heads with a rattle. Yes, they returned the reward to Ma Rong, each with a sullen face. Is gone.

Zhang Dabiao can be regarded as refreshing his understanding of Wang Jie again. This man is really a strange person. Who can imagine that he, a young man, actually wrote down all the curses of the old ladies in the neighborhood.

The neighbourhood started to make noises.

"Little blind man, okay, you inherited the mantle of our Lady Li!"

"It's quite enjoyable to scold, let's have another paragraph?"

"Little blind man, look at how you scolded some aunts, your face looks like bitter gourd!"

Wang Jie also has a thick-skinned face, and clasped his fists toward the surroundings, saying, "My grandfathers and aunts, I’m just a little bit inexperienced, it’s up to you to cultivate them. If you have money, you will have a money market, and if you don’t have money, you will have a personal market! No more than a hundred, a lot of one. ."

When Ma Rong saw this, he shouted to the surroundings: "A bunch of mud legs, what are you making!" After finishing speaking, he said to Wang Jie: "Smelly boy, they are afraid of you, I am not afraid! If you don't talk to us When Liu Shan breaks up, I'll...I'll be with you forever."

Ma Rong finished cursing, took out a big horn from the car, pointed to Wang Jie and cursed: "This is this person, this is this person, cheekyly relying on my daughter, stupid, idiot, brainless, idiot, 38, rascal, low energy..."

Wang Jie put down his kitchen knife and looked at Ma Rong coldly. To be honest, even though Liu Jinyi and Ma Rong were more hateful and more disgusting than the old ladies who had just invited, Wang Jie cursed them like just now. I can't say it. This is not just a slapstick thing...

Seeing that Wang Jie stopped cursing, Ma Rong thought he was afraid of himself, and became more energetic. He stomped and shouted swearing, and the loudspeaker screamed.

At this moment, several shops on the opposite side opened, and a middle-aged woman with a big wave came over and walked in front of Ma Rong.

Although the age difference is not much, in contrast, this woman is not a street in terms of appearance and temperament. Even though she does not have the jewels on her body, the aura has already made Ma Rong dumb. .

"Are you scolding the street this morning?"

Ma Rong narrowed his mouth, and said angrily: "You...who are you, take care of you!"

"Snapped……"

This cold-faced woman raised her hand with a loud big mouth.

Ma Rong shivered after being beaten, and shouted, "You...do you dare to hit someone?"

"I just want to tell you with the slap, it's none of my business! You made me sleep and take care of my face!"

Ma Rong looked at the faint eyes in front of him. He didn't dare to explode, but he whispered: "Do you know who I am? I am the fourth grandmother of the Liu Family in Yuncheng..."

The Lengyan woman snorted and said, "Isn't it just a fourth grandma? But this is not the Liu family, this is Qianyuan Hutong, and the old lady is the grandma of this place. To be fashionable is to carry the handle. Get off, don’t get off, continue to smoke you, smoke Until your mouth is slanted and your eyes crooked."

Liu Jinyi saw that his daughter-in-law had been beaten up, struck his arm and net sleeves and stepped forward and said, "Dare to beat my daughter-in-law? Do you know who I am? Liu Jinyi, the fourth master of the Liu family, I..."

"What are you, what are you, do you dare to move a finger of her!" Before Liu Jinyi finished speaking, three old men stood out from behind. One of them was a big cook, and a basin of stinky swill poured down Liu Jinyi's head. ...

"Bah, baah, dare to pour swill at me, you don't want to live..."

Liu Jinyi roared and turned his head, just about to scold him, when he saw that the cook had a big kitchen knife dangling from his waist, he swallowed all the big talk in his mouth.

As soon as Lao Shitou, Lao Niutou, and Lao Luotou appeared, they all changed their faces when watching the lively neighborhoods. The smiles just swept away, and everyone surrounded them fiercely.

"You...what are you going to do? In broad daylight, can you still bully people? I..." Ma Rong covered her face, still talking, but saw that the woman named Xiao Baiyao raised her slap again, and hurriedly drilled in a hurry. Get in the car!

Liu Jinyi didn't dare to delay. He looked at the fierce crowd, lest he would be beaten to find teeth, but the moment he got into the car, he did not forget that Zhao Wang Jifang said cruelly: "The surname is Wang, if you are If you don’t go to my father to ruin the marriage contract and delay my family Liu Shan’s good future, I will never end with you..."

The two of them backed out of the alley in a panic, and disappeared into the flow of traffic as soon as they refueled.

In the early morning, a farce ended like this, and the old neighbourhoods were still unfulfilled, and they dispersed one after another, ate breakfast, and walked the dog.

Wang Jie grinned and said to the arrogant woman: "Aunt Xiao, domineering, thank you!"

Aunt Xiao Bai gave Wang Jie a glance and said, "The rhythm of your kitchen knife chopping is wrong. Another day, when Aunt Li scolds the street, you will look at it. The knife should be held high and the rhythm should be slow and not boring, so as to make the other party feel guilty and scared. , This is a psychological tactic, your own rhythm is chaotic, the other party is not afraid!"

The three old men smiled and went back to the house.

Zhang Dabiao is stupid. Who are these people? I dare to speak out about this shrewd chopping block and curse the street. Not only do some people dare to teach, but others dare to learn, how come these alleys are all unreliable people. what.

After Liu Jinyi and Ma Rong were sent away, Wang Jie began to wash.

It is rare that there is nothing to do today. Wang Jie looked at the decorated store and prepared to paste some paper.

Zhang Dabiao looked confused and said: "Brother Jie, it's not that I talk too much. To be honest, you are not short of money now, why do you have to make these things! Although I am not superstitious, I do so many papers. Around me, there is still a little hairy."

Wang Jie calmly said: "From the age of twelve to twenty, for eight years, my dad relied on these things to feed me. I am not afraid at all, and even full of gratitude. Don’t be greedy for money, don’t pursue profit. Sooner or later, he will come back to guard his shop, so I have to run it for him. Besides, this paper tie is actually quite interesting. Give an example, big cat, you Which one of the five types of paper: dragon, lion, horse, cart, and human, is the most difficult?"

"Of course the bigger the harder it is!"

"Wrong, it's the hardest thing to paste people with paper! Do you know why? Because paper people have roles, their identities are maids, boys, guards, or redo the other half of the dead, so you need to paint their faces , You have to make the living people look comfortable, at this time your eyes are particularly important. It’s like doing a thing, it’s difficult or easy, don’t talk about it, you have to figure out the stakes of everyone in this matter . Figure out where others are standing, you are staying."

Zhang Dabiao blinked and murmured, "Brother Jie, what a profound truth, but you seem to have something to say."

"Just know it, you stepped on my foot!" Wang Jie yelled silently.

Zhang Dabiao hurriedly raised his foot speechlessly and said: "Brother Jie, you said you are too, so you can just say that I step on your foot..."

In the evening, Tang Yang suddenly called. The more he wanted to thank Wang Jie, he also wanted to celebrate this cooperation.

Wang Jie is not interested in this kind of boring social interaction. It is nothing more than a group of people drinking, singing, and picking up girls. However, considering Tang Yang's emotions, he repeatedly invited him. It was difficult to refuse, so Wang Jie reluctantly agreed.

In the evening, Zhang Dabiao drove the car at the address given by Tang Yang to a top club in the downtown area.

Although it is also a membership system, the grade here is obviously one level lower than that of Xihuangju.

From a long distance, Tang Yang greeted him and said excitedly: "Brother Wang, I'm afraid you won't come. I have no other intentions. I would like to introduce a few of my friends to you and have fun. It's also to be grateful for your attitude My help."

Wang Jie smiled indifferently and, accompanied by Tang Yang, entered the top floor of the clubhouse.

In the huge box, the deafening disco is heartbreaking, and a dozen young men and women are gathering together to smoke and drink.

It can be seen from their dress and dress that these people are all rich and second generations.

Wang Jie didn't hate the dude, but he hated the dude who had nothing to do. At this moment, he couldn't help frowning.

Seeing Wang Jie's expression unpleasant, Tang Yang probably felt that this atmosphere was not what he liked, so he quickly turned off the music and said loudly to everyone: "Sisters, I will be the host of Tangyang today. Please gather together. The main thing is to get to know my noble man, this one is Mr. Wang."

After all, Tang Yang is also a powerful rich man in the circle, so these men and women looked at Wang Jie and Zhang Dabiao who were a little out of place, although they didn't look down on them, but they raised their glasses respectfully.

However, not everyone is willing to sell Tang Yang's face. Leaning on the innermost sofa, there was a man sitting there, not moving, with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Yeah, Tang Yang, the taste is getting more and more exotic recently, and you will become a noble person after pulling two mud legs on the street!" The corner of this person's mouth was raised, and he looked at Wang Jie and Zhang Dabiao with a slight smile.

Wang Jie squinted slightly and looked at the man's face through the dim soft light. He was inexplicably familiar!

"Brother Jie, it was the one who punched you at Xihuangju that day!" Zhang Dabiao reminded in a low voice.

Wang Jie suddenly realized that it was Guo Sheng!