MTL - Comeback 1992-Chapter 40 Pretending to be a villain

  Chapter 40 Pretending to be a villain

   "There is nothing wrong with the seller, but the seller probably owes some money, and now the creditors are waiting for him to sell the store to pay back the money." Han Songlin carefully put down the floor tiles, but they were broken.

  Han Songcai: "It's like this, okay, why don't you go tomorrow for a long time?"

   "Leave at nine o'clock!"

"no problem!"

  Han Songlin really didn't know that he had such a brilliant past.

  No one ever talked to him about it.

  Actually, sometimes, some things can be shown clearly.

  For example, when Han Songlin opened a store in the county town, when he first started, no one who seemed dubious came to his store to buy things.

  Han Songlin was also surprised.

   After a period of time, this kind of people came to buy, and it was a fair deal. Han Songlin naturally had no reason not to do business.

  Back to the store, Liu Yuyan had already gone to the Universe Bank opposite to get the money back.

  They are all brand new hundred-yuan bills, they look blue when put together.

  The current hundred-yuan bill is not red yet.

   "I'll put the money on the bed! Be careful, I'm going to pick up Han Ting!" Liu Yuyan whispered to Han Songlin.

   "I'll pick it up!"

  Liu Yuyan stared at Han Songlin for a while: "Okay then, don't buy her popsicles, eating too much will be bad for your health!"

  Han Songlin spread his hands and said, "Don't worry, I didn't bring a dime with me."

  If it's not something special, Han Songlin usually doesn't say that he would carry money with him.

   This is also a habit brought by the future.

  All paid by mobile phone, the longest time Han Songlin has not touched the money, seems to be two or three years.

   Yes, that's how long it is!

  When you go out, you will never forget to take your mobile phone with you. It has become a habit.

   Now, Han Songlin has been used to it for a long time before he got used to it.

"dad!"

  Han Songlin squatted down slightly, and hugged Han Ting.

   "Are you good in kindergarten?"

  Han Ting seemed very confident: "I'm so good, the teacher praised me and even gave me two little red flowers!"

  Looking at the little red flower paper-cut in Han Ting's hand, Han Songlin didn't know what to say.

   So old-fashioned!

   "Well, not bad, keep it up in the future!"

   "Dad, you see I got two little red flowers, should I be rewarded?"

  Han Songlin suddenly realized that Han Ting seemed to be smarter than he thought.

  What will Han Ting grow into in the future?

  He really doesn't know.

  After all, Han Songlin will go to work in Jiangsu and Zhejiang in the future, so even if Han Ting wants to see Han Songlin, she won't go back to the village to watch it.

   "Reward, tell me what you want first?"

   "Spicy sticks!"

   Spicy strips!

  Han Ting pointed to a canteen next to it. The canteen was near the elementary school. Besides selling all kinds of stationery, it also sold all kinds of snacks.

   A row full of snacks.

   Like some kind of fruit peel, spicy cubes, white rabbit toffee and so on.

   Some, Han Songlin has memories.

   "No, your dad and I didn't bring any money when we went out today?"

  Han Ting pouted, she naturally knew that she couldn't buy things without money.

  She also has no money, and her money is kept by her mother.

  I wanted to ask my mother for it, but my mother said that I would save it for her and buy new clothes in the future.

   "Then next time you come to pick me up, remember to bring money!"

  Han Songlin smiled and said, "Okay, I will remember it next time."

  If it wasn't for the lack of money, Han Songlin would have bought some to taste. The fruit peel in his memory was sour!

   The taste is quite unique anyway.

  When I was young, I always liked to eat it, as well as the hawthorn slices.

   On the second day, Han Songlin carried a bag on his back and drove Han Songcai to Yanghe on a motorcycle.

  According to the agreement, they waited at the door of Yang Shufen's restaurant at eleven o'clock.

  When Han Songlin arrived, a rolling door of the restaurant was opened, and a lot of people could be seen inside the restaurant.

  Yang Shufen sat quietly inside, staring at the ground, wondering what she was thinking.

  A man was talking to everyone.

  With the arrival of Han Songlin and Han Songcai, the noisy hotel suddenly became quiet.

   The two parties are looking at each other!

  Han Songlin smiled slightly, he was not afraid of these dozen people.

  Although Han Songlin didn't know his previous achievements, he inherited this body after all, so he naturally knew how strong it was.

  When people in society fight, if there is any rules, it depends on courage and ruthlessness.

   "Sister Yang, what is the situation?"

  Yang Shufen carefully looked at the man beside her, obviously waiting for him to make up his mind.

   "Hi brother, I am the owner of this store!"

   "Hello, I don't know how to call you?" Han Songlin seemed a little cynical.

  Coupled with his handsome face and hairstyle, he looks a bit evil.

  Anyway, Han Songlin is not a simple person.

  People who can spend tens of thousands of dollars at a time are very few in Yanghe.

   "My name is Li Dayong!"

   "It turned out to be Brother Yong. I don't know about the 60,000 yuan we negotiated to buy your store. Is there any problem?"

   "Li Dayong, hurry up your motherfucker, you bastard, I have been waiting here for a long time, hurry up and pay back the money!" A bald fat man with tattoos on his body shouted, not giving Li Dayong any face.

  Han Songlin glanced slightly at Han Songcai at this time, and he remembered that in the future, Han Songcai lost tens of thousands of dollars in one day.

  In the end, even the house in my hometown was sold.

   Uncle Matsubayashi bought it for him.

  At that time, Han Songcai was really not a person. He sold it to outsiders for 35,000, but sold it to his brother, and he insisted on asking for 40,000!

  Uncle Songlin finally bought it.

  One year during Chinese New Year, when Uncle Songlin came back, he was full of helplessness when talking about this matter.

  The house was built by an old man, so you can’t always watch it with your own eyes. It must have been sold to someone else.

  Han Songlin pulled out an empty stool, and then sat down. Talking standing up is quite tiring.

  Can sit, why stand?

   "Brother Hu, right now, right now!"

  Brother Tiger!

  Han Songlin felt a little funny for a moment, and called Brother Hu, but this guy tattooed a cat on his body!

   Very interesting!

   "What the **** are you laughing at?"

  Han Songlin spread his hands: "I'm not smiling, I just think your name, Brother Hu, is quite powerful and domineering, and it goes well with your tattoo!"

  As Han Songlin's voice fell, the people following Brother Hu couldn't help laughing.

  Who doesn’t know this, what Brother Hu hates the most is when people talk about his tattoos.

   "You **** looking for shit!"

   As he said, a brisk walk is to push Han Songlin. Before a fight, there is always a push and a shout.

   But Han Songlin didn't care about these things, he just grabbed Brother Hu's fist, and then squeezed it hard.

   I don't know if it's because of his rebirth, or Uncle Songlin himself is so powerful, anyway, Han Songlin is quite strong.

   No, as soon as Han Songlin exerted his strength, Brother Hu's face immediately turned red.

   Then I squatted down in pain.

"Usually, I hate people who call your mother's mouth. They look particularly lacking in quality. It will be the 21st century soon. Tell me, should you improve your quality? "

  Han Songlin's actions directly stunned all the people present.

  Brother Hu is nearby, so why is he a famous number one person!

   "Yes, yes, I will never dare again!" Brother Hu wanted to speak harshly, but the huge pain in his hand made him dare not say anything.

  (end of this chapter)