V2.Chapter 77 (1/2)
The successive days of rain have brought down the temperature of H city by several degrees, which also indicates that the northern cities will usher in a cold winter. In addition to adding a few pieces of clothing to keep warm, people can only stay at home and go out as little as possible.
The business of Fuyuan teahouse is getting worse and worse. Because of Nange's death, some old customers don't care much about this place where they often visit. They don't know when the parking space at the gate is put on the cart by a middle-aged man selling roasted sweet potatoes.
Wang Fan, who was driving, stopped at the door of the teahouse, rolled down the window, looked at the middle-aged man who was selling roasted sweet potatoes in the parking space, and asked, ”do you know this is a parking space?”
”I know. What's the matter?” The middle-aged man sat on the chair beside the cart, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at Wang Fan with a cigarette in his mouth. He answered with disdain.
”How do you do business with people like that?” Wang Fan looked at the middle-aged man and then asked.
”I parked at your door? You're in charge? How many are you doing? ” When the middle-aged man saw that the car Wang Fan was driving was just a Jetta, he asked him lightly.
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man selling sweet potatoes was still a unreasonable prick. Wang Fan rolled up the window, picked up a wooden baseball bat from the back seat of the car, opened the door and got out of the car.
The middle-aged man sitting there smoking saw Wang Fan get out of the car, and his face first showed a sneer. When he saw the tattoo on Wang Fan's arm and the baseball bat in his hand, his face immediately became stiff.
Carrying the baseball bat in his hand, Wang Fan walked up to the man, looked into his eyes and asked in a low voice: ”what did you say just now, I didn't hear it clearly, would you say it again?”
”Big brother, I'm just a bit of a fish to eat. Other places are occupied by others. I don't think anyone comes here at ordinary times. I sell a baked sweet potato here to support my family. I didn't mean to do it.” Scared by Wang Fan's appearance, the man immediately replied in good order.
”Do you want me to teach you how to do it?” Wang Fan asked impatiently.
The man stood up shivering, shook his head and said: ”brother, I'm going, I'm going!”
With that, the man began to clean up his sweet potato stall in the blink of an eye. He trotted away with his sweet potato cart.
Looking at the middle-aged man's gray escape, Wang Fan spat a mouthful of phlegm at his back, turned and walked back to the car, put the baseball bat in his hand back on the car, then parked the car in the parking space, and then locked the door and walked to the teahouse.
The waiters at the door of the teahouse had already seen Wang Fan's arrival, but they didn't know the purpose of Wang Fan's visit, so they all hid in the teahouse and didn't dare to come out.
Seeing that Wang Fan has driven away the villains who have affected the business of the teahouse, several waiters in the hall realize that Wang fan is not looking for trouble in Fuyuan teahouse this time.
They were all old acquaintances. Now I see Wang Fan coming out for them. How dare these waiters neglect them.
Before Wang Fan came to the door, the two waiters had already opened the glass door for him, and said in unison: ”brother fan is good!”
”Well, is summer here?” Wang Fan promised, walked into the teahouse, casually asked the situation of summer.
Just now, the waiter, who was still smiling, was embarrassed when he heard Wang Fan's question. He looked at each other, but none of them dared to answer.