MTL - Back Off, Let Me Come-Chapter 30 0: Save me!

  Chapter 30 030: Help me!

  The shopkeeper of the shop next door became excited when he heard it.

  Put your head out to "taunt" the guests, and speak contemptuously: "Hey, even an old **** like you can tell what the nobles have?"

  Another guest who came to beat the meat also echoed.

   "Perhaps it's because there are too many 'nobles' in the building..."

  Facing the malicious ridicule from the people around, the guest remained expressionless, with nothing but peace in his eyes that had experienced thousands of sails.

  The butcher heard harshly.

  With a boning knife in his hand, he made a gesture to drive away people.

   With a fierce face: "Go, go, don't mess with my business here, do you want to beat the meat? If you don't want to beat the meat, go and stand somewhere else."

  The other spectators felt bored and dispersed one after another.

Even though the butchers do all the dirty and tiring work, they are the ones with the best and most prosperous families on this street, and they have a bit of weight in their words-ordinary people are only willing to open meat during the holidays, and the butchers can eat meat every now and then. , There is a lot of oil and water in the dish.

  Neighbors did not dare to offend him easily.

  Seeing that the onlookers had dispersed, the butcher asked the guest: "Old man, is what you just said true?"

  The guest laughed and said, "Naturally it is true."

  The butcher smacked for a while and asked, "How do you know?"

  He was also quite curious about how this old thing was so far away, and he recognized it at a glance as a Wenxin monogram rather than an ordinary accessory.

  The guest tapped on the case of the butcher shop, and said with a smile: "That's not important, the important thing is that you're going to lose, and I'm willing to bet and admit defeat."

  "All right, all right, if I lose, it will be a happy event! I'll go back and get some old wine to serve you..." The butcher waved his hand indifferently. He has a high-paying job and doesn't care about the little "gambling money". While waiting, the butcher stretched his arms to support the wooden table, chatting with the guest, "Hey, old man, I hear you speak very sorely, have you really studied?"

  The guest said: "I know a few words."

  The butcher regained his spirits when he heard this, and took the case: "Old man, you also know that my child is going to be enlightened..."

  The guest asked him quietly: "Do you want your baby to study?"

The butcher nodded, and said again: "I don't need to teach many words, and I don't expect my son to be an official. How can we be a nobleman with this heel in our family? You just teach your son to read a few words, or you will settle accounts with others in the future." Being scammed. My shop is always for my baby..."

   "What if your child has a literary mind or martial courage? Do you want to offer it? Literary mind to practice literature, martial courage to practice, and you will eat up all your money."

  The butcher only felt that the old man was teasing him, curled his lips, lowered his head and cut the meat: "Just follow me? My baby is not worthy, just follow me and learn how to butcher meat..."

  In his memory, those who have Wenxin monogram or Wudanhufu are noble people. They are either high-ranking and powerful or rich and powerful. In short, they are masters. These people can fly over walls, and can also create something out of nothing, which is a means only available to gods.

  They are just ordinary people rolling in the mud.

  He is a butcher, and his baby must also be a butcher.

others?

  How dare you expect so much.

  The guest looked at the butcher calmly, not even daring to daydream about it.

  He sighed and said: "Jiqiu Zhiye..."

  The butcher didn't understand: "What?"

   "The meaning is that the son inherits the father's business." The guest explained, "The son of Liangye must learn to be fur; the son of good bow must learn to be a dustpan."

  The butcher didn't understand even more, but he was sure of one thing—this old thing is really literate, probably a lot of literate!

  So, he became more and more confused.

  Who doesn't respect literate people these days?

  The old stuff went out to teach children to read and write, and it wouldn’t be like this. How could it be bought back by Yuehualou to be a handyman in the back kitchen?

  The butcher was suspicious, but the customer didn't want to talk too much, and with the business coming, he could only put away his extra thoughts.

  He thought about taking the baby to find old things at night, bringing two catties of good meat, and eating water all day without fear of getting sick.

   At the same time, the gangster also took Shen Tang away.

  He first walked a long way, and when Shen Tang's attention was distracted and he lost his guard, he suggested to take a shortcut and go into the alley.

   The more you go, the more remote you go, the quieter you go.

  Shen Tang finally felt a little uneasy.

  Ask the man: "How far is it from the inn?"

  The man replied: "Hurry up, hurry up."

   Detoured two more alleys, Shen Tang asked again.

   "Are you sure you didn't go the wrong way?"

  The man was impatient. He was only a few steps away from the destination. He felt confident and raised his voice several times to intimidate Shen Tang: "It's almost time. Why are you in such a hurry?"

  Shen Tang sensed something was wrong, and panicked: "I want to go back..."

  The man chuckled and refused to stop: "It's late!"

  Kicked open the door, rushed to the yard and said, "It's business."

  It was a very remote and dirty courtyard. The gaps in the courtyard walls were covered with weeds, and conversations could be vaguely heard in the courtyard.

  Shen Tang made a gesture to climb off the back of the motorcycle and escape.

  As soon as he landed, he was pushed into the courtyard by a man before he could stand still. Her center of gravity was unstable, her feet staggered violently, and she turned her head in fear to look at a man and a woman who came out of the courtyard.

  The woman said: "What a handsome lady, Laitou, where did you get tricked, look at this delicate skin and tender flesh..."

   As he spoke, he wanted to pinch Shen Tang's face.

  Shen Tang dodged in fear, and glared at the man named "Laitou": "You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, weren't you called by Yuan Liang?"

   Laitou ignored Shen Tang, and replied: "Just a few words and follow me obediently. You are good-looking but your brain is not good."

  The man next to the woman looked closely at Shen Tang's face, and Shen Tang stepped back timidly, wanting to cry in fear.

  The man licked his lips and snorted: "What kind of brains does a girl want? If a woman needs brains, how can we do business? Take her to Yuehua Building later, they are always urging for good products."

  The woman ignored her companion's map gun: "Yuehua Building? Isn't that building full of young men, why do you want a girl to go there?"

  Laitou and the man looked at each other and smiled.

  The wretchedness flowed between the two of them, and everything was kept silent.

   "You don't understand, if people come to ask for goods, we can just give them."

   "That's right, women don't care so much."

   Lai pushed Shen Tang's shoulder with his head, preparing to lock her into a dark, dirty room with an unspeakable stench.

  Shen Tang stepped out of the way.

   Shamed and angry, he gritted his teeth: "How dare you betray me?"

The woman sneered, her eyes sharpened sharply, and she started to pinch Shen Tang's flesh, threatening: "Don't say you are a little girl, even if the wife of the Heavenly King's family comes, we can sell it. Be honest! Otherwise, you will feel better !"

  Shen Tang dodged around the pillar directly, one side of his eyes flushed, and scolded: "Aren't you afraid of God's retribution for doing this?"

  Seeing that Shen Tang ran more and more vigorously, the three of them were going to work together to take her down, and then beat her hard to make her remember.

   "Retribution?" Lai Tou spat, "I am God!"

   "Qi Yuanliang save me!"

  The man said: "No one will save you if you shout!"

  This little girl can run, she is as slippery as a loach.

"I am scared!"

  Shen Tang's voice became weeping.

  The yard was only that big, Shen Tang was quickly cornered by the three of them, and the little lady who was about to cry shrank her shoulders.

  The next moment, the fear on his face faded.

   "It's strange!"

  Picking off the wall to borrow strength, the long legs turned and swept across.

  (end of this chapter)