Super Working Man

The four young men who just came in laughed mockingly when they saw Qian Duoduo barefoot and naked.

"Wow, what trendy underwear."

"This must be the most popular pop this year."

"It would be more beautiful if there was a tear in both trouser legs."

"Hey, brother, where did you buy your underwear? I also want to buy one."

Qian Duoduo glanced at them indifferently. He didn't speak. He sat on the stool again and waited for his beef noodles.

These guys, at best, are a few gangsters. There's no need to see things like them.

After a while, Li Qiaoyun cooked several bowls of hand copying, and Yang Cheng brought them to several small gangsters.

Li Qiaoyun continued to cook noodles for Qian Duoduo. According to Qian Duoduo, he cooked half a kilo for him. A few minutes later, a large basin of steaming beef noodles was brought to him.

Qian Duoduo began to eat noodles again.

At this time, several gangsters were about to finish copying. Seeing that Yang Cheng and his wife didn't pay attention, the bald man took something out of his pocket and put it in the bowl.

Qian Duoduo inadvertently saw this scene.

The bald man shouted loudly, "boss, boss."

Yang Cheng hurriedly ran to them with a smile on his face: "handsome boy, what's the matter?"

"Look, what's this?"

Yang Cheng looked into the bowl in front of him and was stunned. There were several big mouse excrement in it.

PA, the bald man threw his chopsticks on the table and was very angry: "what's the matter with this mouse shit?"

"There's mouse droppings in my bowl too." another big man shouted loudly.

"Ah, rat shit, how disgusting..."

"My God, I ate rat shit, wow..."

The other two guys retched.

Qian Duoduo turned over the bottom of his bowl and didn't see any mouse shit. No matter 3721, he continued to eat noodles.

Yang Cheng hurriedly explained: "handsome boy, it's impossible. There can't be mouse shit in our copy."

Pop!

The bald man slapped heavily on the table, stood up, raised his eyes, and roared fiercely: "paralyzed, are you blind? Can't you see such big mouse excrement!"

Several gangsters all stood up and looked at Yang Cheng angrily.

Li Qiaoyun ran to her husband and calmly explained, "several handsome guys, our noodle shop has been open here for seven or eight years. It is an old noodle shop in this area. Its reputation has always been very good, especially in terms of hygiene. You never dare to be careless. There is mouse shit in your bowl, which is definitely not our reason."

The bald man pointed to her nose: "what do you mean? It's not your reason, but ours?"

"I... I didn't say it was your reason." Li Qiaoyun was a little timid when he saw that several little gangsters were all evil.

Bang!

A little gangster raised his job, fell to the ground and scolded angrily: "paralyzed, let our brothers eat rat shit, which has caused great trauma to our hearts and lost money!"

"Yes, loss of money, mental loss!"

"I'm afraid I can't eat for a few days after eating rat shit. I must lose money. If I don't lose money, I'll sue the health bureau!"

Seeing the arrogance and domineering appearance of several small gangsters, Qian Duoduo frowned and put down his chopsticks.

But he hasn't spoken yet.

He has understood that the mouse shit is put in the bowl by these little gangsters. These guys not only want to eat overlord food, but also gain an inch and extort money.

Not only did Qian Duoduo understand, but Yang Cheng and Li Qiaoyun also understood. The couple looked at each other, and Li Qiaoyun lowered his head.

Yang Cheng understood his wife's meaning. Now the evidence is conclusive and the facts are in front of them, which is very unfavorable to them. If things get big and the Health Bureau intervenes, they must suffer.

In serious cases, the small noodle shop will not be able to open, and the family's financial resources will be cut off.

Up to now, it can only be soft enough.

Yang Cheng swallowed his anger and said in a deliberative tone, "how about this, handsome guys? You're free of the charge for this meal. We don't charge anything for 80 yuan."

"What about mental loss?"

"Well... I'll give each of you another hundred dollars."

The bald man scolded: "paralyzed, you can say a hundred yuan. You think we are beggars! 2000 yuan, not a Penny Less!"

"Ah! 2000 yuan!"

"What's your name? Is it a lot of 2000 yuan? Your noodle shop's daily profit is no less than 500 yuan. You'll get it in a few days. If I sue the Health Bureau, you'll wait to close down."

Yang Cheng begged: "several handsome guys, our profits are not as much as you think. Now there are too many messy expenses. Our couple get up early and work hard all day, and the maximum profit is three or four hundred yuan."

Li Qiaoyun also begged: "several handsome guys, our shop is small and profitable. There are old people and children to support at home. The whole family all count on this noodle shop. Please raise your hand and ask for less."

Yang Cheng continued: "brothers, I'll give each of you two hundred yuan, all together, 800 yuan. Please."

WOW——

The bald man overturned the small table in front of him and pointed at his nose fiercely: "don't talk nonsense. I repeat, 2000 yuan can't be less."

Another gangster said, "if you are paralyzed, if you want to be wordy, I will raise the price, 3000 yuan!"

Yang Cheng thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it to his wife: "go, go to the next bank and take out two thousand."

Li Qiaoyun had no choice but to take his bank card, sighed deeply, bowed his head and walked out.

Qian Duoduo stood up and said, "wait."

Li Qiaoyun turned back and looked at him puzzled.

Yang Cheng was very worried and said, "young man, do you have mouse shit in your bowl?"

Qian Duoduo shook his head and said with a smile, "uncle, there is no mouse excrement in my bowl, and the noodles you cooked taste very good. I eat very comfortably."

Yang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

If the young man takes advantage of the fire and blackmails them for hundreds of dollars, he will be in bad luck.

Qian Duoduo walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder and pointed to several small gangsters opposite: "uncle, in fact, there is no mouse shit in their bowl. They took it out of their pockets and put it into the bowl. I saw it with my own eyes."

The bald man immediately pointed to Qian Duoduo and roared fiercely: "beggar, shut up!"

Yang Cheng said helplessly, "little brother, I know everything, but... Alas, I appreciate your kindness. You'd better go and have noodles."

Qian Duoduo smiled and said, "uncle, are you afraid of them?"