Chapter 139 (1/2)
”He is more determined than in the original plot.” Huang asked Tony Stark, who announced his iron man identity on TV, and an idea flashed in his heart, ”maybe it's because he killed obadya himself?”
”Cough! Cough!” just then, there was a cough outside the hot pot shop. When they turned their heads and looked, they saw a middle-aged man in Kung Fu clothes. He looked a little embarrassed. He was clutching a wrinkled five dollars in his hand and watched Huang Wen and others swallow their saliva with Chaoshan porridge. He smelled incense.
”Does Bayu hotpot store still sell Chaoshan porridge? How much is a bowl of porridge?” the middle-aged man glanced at the sign and the store. He didn't see the menu on the wall, and some didn't dare to come in.
”Well, this is our own food. If you want to eat, come and eat together, brother. It doesn't cost a few money.” Zhong Bo stood up and said with a smile.
”How interesting is that?” the middle-aged man swallowed his saliva again, and somewhat embarrassed wiped the wrinkled five dollars in his hand, ”I'll have five dollars, if it's not enough...”
”Just right, five dollars per person is enough.” Zhong Bo looked at the five dollars in the middle-aged man's hand and smiled again, ”come on, sit down and eat. I'll fill you with porridge...”
”I'll just sit next to you.” the middle-aged man took a grateful look at Zhong Bo, took another look at his clothes, and sat down at the next table. He looked a little formal.
”Where are you from? Why are you so embarrassed?” Zhong Bo sat next to the middle-aged man and asked in a low voice.
”Brother...” a trace of embarrassment flashed across the middle-aged man's face. After drinking a mouthful of porridge to warm his intestines and stomach, he said, ”I'm from Chaoshan. My name is Ying faming. I'm only 31 years old this year...”
”Thirty one?” not only did Zhong Bo look at Ying faming in surprise, but even Huang Wen and others looked at Ying faming in surprise. Ying faming didn't look like thirty-one. It was said that fifty-one people believed it, otherwise Zhong Bo wouldn't call him brother.
”Maybe I'm in a hurry...” Ying faming smiled bitterly, lowered his head and began to drink porridge.
”I feel brother... Well, Xiaoying, you are also a man with a story!” Zhong Bo looked at Ying faming. ”Xiaoying, where are you making a living now?”
”Only one person is full, and the whole family is not hungry. Where do you need to make a living?” Ying faming sighed and shook his head. ”Elder brother, you don't care about me. You'd better not know...”
”Oh?” Zhong Qiang's eyes suddenly lit up. He also sat next to Ying faming and looked at Ying faming with bright eyes. ”Brother, you can tell me if you have any trouble. I have the strength to help you solve it!”
Although the experience of last night made Zhong Qiang walk on the edge of life and death, the powerful power gained after eating the blood Bodhi made Zhong Qiang itch. He wanted to find an opportunity to show his strength.
”You?” Ying faming raised a trace of helplessness at the corner of his mouth and then shook his head. ”Stop it. Can you stop the knife or the gun?”
”Is there a gang chasing you?” Zhong Qiang was not angry when he heard the speech, but looked at risfisk and joked. Is there a bigger Gang than Jinhe group in the whole of New York now?
”They are not ordinary gangs...” Ying faming shook his head and didn't want to say anything more.