Super Monk

"Eh, boss Zhao is here. He's a miracle doctor. I'm sure we can see if this man is suffering from food poisoning at a glance!" Seeing Zhao Fugui coming, the diners immediately exclaimed.

"Boss Zhao is a miracle doctor, but don't forget that this shop is his. Maybe it's food poisoning, but he says it's not!"

"Yes, the shop belongs to boss Zhao. Boss Zhao must face his shop!"

"Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat When the diners saw that Zhao Fugui was still talking, they didn't expect that the next second the middle-aged woman who had just been caught by Zhao Fugui's arm would lie on the ground and roll all over the floor. The diners immediately widened their eyes and showed a speechless expression.

"Come on, don't yell. I'm dirty with my hands when I hit you!" Zhao Fugui looked at the middle-aged woman and said impatiently.

"Everybody give me a comment, everybody give me a comment, the boss of Wan Village food beat people and scolded me, everybody make the decision for me!" Cried the middle-aged woman.

"Isn't this man really deceiving boss Zhao? Boss Zhao just grabbed her arm. She could say that boss Zhao beat her. It's funny Said one of the diners.

"Fart, I just saw Zhao Fugui secretly kick her, so she fell to the ground!" In the crowd, a middle-aged man with thin eyes said.

"On your sharp eyes, so close distance, we did not see, you see?"

"That is, how can boss Zhao kick him in front of so many people? Isn't that nonsense?"

"You're not going to be with this group, are you?" The diners talked about it one after another. They all looked at the skinny middle-aged man suspiciously. The skinny middle-aged man immediately shrank into the crowd and did not dare to make a sound.

Zhao Fugui holds his hands and looks at the two people lying on the ground. Seeing that it is useless to pour dirty water on Zhao Fugui, the middle-aged woman winks at another middle-aged man, who helps her up.

"I tell you, you beat people today, don't think about it like this. When the account of my brother's food poisoning is clear, I'm counting you and beating me!" The middle-aged woman pretended to be "Ouch!" she stood up and pointed to Zhao Fugui.

"If he is really food poisoning, we will never shirk our responsibility for Wan Village food. But if you want to blackmail our Wan Village food, it is not so easy. Please help me to be a witness. I, Zhao Fugui, keep my word!" Zhao Fugui sneered and said to the diners around him.

"Boss Zhao, it's easy for us to witness you, but how can you prove whether this person is food poisoning or not? If it's food poisoning, we won't dare to come next time! " A diner said in a loud voice.

"That's easy. I'll let him say for himself whether he has food poisoning or not." Zhao Fugui pointed to the middle-aged man lying on the ground and said faintly.

"My brother has a stomachache like this. It must be food poisoning. Don't try to shirk responsibility!" The middle-aged woman's eyes turned wildly. For fear that Zhao Fugui might see something unusual, she cried out.

"I have a stomachache. It's killing me. Ouch, it's killing me!" The middle-aged man lying on the ground also screamed with cooperation.

"My stomach hurts so much. I haven't seen sweat on your forehead for a long time!" Zhao Fugui sneered, pointed to the middle-aged man and said, "also, when you four come to dinner, you order two plates of vegetables, which are enough for the four of you?"

There are only two dishes on the table for four middle-aged women, and they are all vegetables. According to the normal situation, these two dishes are not even enough for one person.

"Oh, really, I haven't noticed if boss Zhao doesn't say it! When four people come to dinner, they just order two dishes. Do these guys come to dinner? "

"That is, four people eat two plates of vegetables. Isn't that funny?"

"Yes, and look at this one lying on the ground, with food poisoning and stomachache, this guy's face doesn't change, his face is not red, he is out of breath, and his head doesn't sweat. If it really hurt, it must have been sweating all over! He can't seem to have a bad stomachache except for a few calls

When the middle-aged women saw that the diners were distrusting them more and more, their faces suddenly became very ugly, and they cried out angrily, "we love to be vegetarian. What's the matter? Which law says we can't order vegetables? What's more, we are poor. We order two dishes when we go out to eat. What's the matter? "

"Are you still eating out when you are so poor? Are you so poor that you go to Wan village to eat delicious food? Just these two plates of happy vegetables are enough for you to eat and drink in the stall! " Zhao Fugui said with disdain.

"Ha ha, that's to say, Wan Village food is a high-end restaurant. If you don't have money, you still come here. Isn't that cheating?" The diners laughed and said.

According to the consumption level of Yiwan village's food, without two dollars in her pocket, she would not go here at all. This middle-aged woman is obviously talking nonsense.

"We just want to eat here. What's the matter? Don't talk nonsense. My brother is suffering from food poisoning. Now he has a terrible stomachache. You should pay for it, or we'll make trouble here every day and call the newspaper to expose you! " Cried the middle-aged woman.

"OK, big guy, I'll let him talk about whether he is food poisoning or not." Zhao Fugui in the eyes of a flash, light said. Zhao Fugui, the guy lying on the ground, knows at a glance that he is pretending, and doesn't even need to check.The diners were all curious and wide eyed. Zhao Fugui squatted down. The middle-aged man lying on the ground looked at him nervously. Zhao Fugui patted the middle-aged man and stood up.

"It's so itchy. It's so itchy!" Lying on the ground, the middle-aged man suddenly wriggled on the ground and scratched all over his body. It looked like he was very itchy. Now he didn't say that he had a stomachache.

"Zhang ChunZi, what the hell are you doing? What's the itch for your stomachache?" As soon as the middle-aged woman's face changed, she kicked the middle-aged man and said angrily.

"I'm itching. I'm itching. It's killing me!" Zhang ChunZi rolled around on the ground and tried to grab him. He cried in horror.

"Did you do it? What have you done to my brother? " The middle-aged woman rushed over angrily and wanted to hold Zhao Fugui's collar to question.

As soon as Zhao Fugui's face sank, he pushed the middle-aged woman away and said coldly, "if he had food poisoning, it would have something to do with me. What's the matter with itching? Zhang ChunZi, I ask you, "are you food poisoning?"

"Boss Zhao, please forgive me. I'm not food poisoning. It's the manager of Dingshi's opposite family who asked us to look for trouble. We want to steal some money to pretend food poisoning!" Zhang ChunZi scratched a few blood marks on his body and yelled.