Golden Greenery

Chapter 295 Beijing Old Paoer Monkey 3

( ) "Come here, big fish and meat are not uncommon. We won't do that. How about I get you something you haven't eaten before? I'll make sure you open your eyes!" Lao Mu said to Jiushan on the other end of the phone.

"...No problem, you can bring as many comrades as you want, as long as you have enough wine and food." Old Mu grinned happily.

"...Okay, I'll wait for you tomorrow afternoon. I'm not going anywhere. ...The address I sent you via text message is not far from the original place... Okay, see you tomorrow!"

Lao Mu put down the phone, smiled and closed his eyes for a while. He was looking forward to Jiushan bringing his comrades to eat and drink together. Lao Mu liked this feeling.

The Volkswagen 4S store and Hengshuntong Auto Parts Company established by Lao Mu's loan have been fully opened. Zhuoyang Jiushan Haiyang and several other young people also know about the disaster of the car repair shop catching fire, but as the saying goes, if you can't destroy it, you can't build it. Forcing Lao Mu to burn everything and start a business on his own, how can we not know that it is a blessing? I wish my brothers a happy business and good fortune. Jiushan and Haiyang didn't come when the restaurant opened. It happened to be a Chinese food shop for foodies, but Zhuo Yang led a bunch of football stars to come to support him, which was a sensation.

On the surface, Lao Mu now looks like a successful man, but in fact he is walking on thin ice. The bank loan of more than three million yuan and the high loan interest are like a heavy burden weighing on his thin body. There is no room for carelessness.

If you have too many lice, you won’t be itchy. If you have too many debts, you won’t have to worry. However, this loan involves Xiao Yuanshan's affection for Brother Xiao. Lao Mu cannot let down the people who value him, let alone Xiao Yuanshan.

Reality forced Lao Mu to succeed but not to fail, not even to make a slight mistake, and he had just turned 21 years old.

Fortunately, the business of the store and the company has been running smoothly. The reputation of honesty and trustworthiness accumulated by my uncle over the years has played a key role in this. Life is like this. The brilliance of humanity created by good conduct is not obvious on weekdays, but once trouble occurs, it can show the power of a good person. Many old customers followed him and even spread the news, just for that good person.

This incident also gave Lao Mu a deeper understanding of good and evil, right and wrong.

My brother-in-law was originally disheartened and wanted to go into seclusion in the mountains. Old Mu tried to persuade him: He was just forty years old and his life had just begun. How could he go into seclusion? My aunt, my cousin, my grandparents are all waiting for a good life, so you have to do it!

Originally they were just words of emotion, but at heart he was a diligent craftsman, and even if he stopped working until he was seventy or eighty, he would be itching unbearably. Besides, my nephew also paid off hundreds of thousands of bills for me. How could I pretend not to see it and let my sister talk about me later? Do I still want this face?

So, borrowing the help of a donkey from the slope, my uncle half-assuredly became the maintenance director of the 4S store.

What a big title. As for Lao Mu's master and fellow prisoner, Lao Cao, he served as the store's technical director.

These are two people that Lao Mu can completely trust, their own people.

Both hands must be grasped hard. Lao Mu's main job now is to run business and relationships on both sides. As for the unfamiliar place, with Xiao Yuanshan here, what kind of scary relationship can't be established?

The pressure is huge but it is also prosperous. However, it is not always smooth sailing. When spring comes, bed bugs will naturally come, and the smell of meat will attract flies.

There is a street green man in Changping who is nicknamed "Hou San'er". He is in his thirties and is a native of Changping. He is very familiar inside and out. This guy doesn't have a fixed career. He cheats and cheats from time to time, and he is a trickster.

Hou San'er is different from the little gangsters. He doesn't know how to do things that have no bottom line, such as smashing a widow's door and digging the grave of an abandoned family. Don't do anything that is too illegal, just kill poison and eliminate counter-revolutionaries. Such people are called Lao Yimen in Xi'an, Lao Zapi in Chengdu, and Lao Pao'er in Beijing.

Hou San'er's biggest hobby is to put on a show. He pretends to be the King of Heaven with five horses and a spear and can't offend anyone. In fact, he is as poor as a lamp. The beads, walnuts and purple sand on hand are all his possessions.

Hou San'er has the bad habit of old Beijing, he likes to bully students and outsiders, and he can really scare people. When he was still in the car repair shop, Lao Mu knew that such a number one person, Hou San'er, drove a third-hand or fourth-hand Alto, and he often came over like a tractor and asked his uncle to clean it up.

I know that Lao Mu has never had any dealings with Hou San'er, so there is nothing to say about them. Hou San'er originally didn't pay attention to a 'little' person like Lao Mu, but now that this out-of-town bumpkin has grown his business to such a big scale under his nose, it's a bit like stepping on his monkey's tail.

Last night, Lao Mu finished socializing with several customers and was walking alone into the store. There was a large bedroom for him in the store, right next to his larger office. The summer night breeze was full of heat, and the sticky short-sleeved shirt felt uncomfortable against the slightly tipsy old Mu.

As soon as I turned out of Xiguan and walked onto the main street, I came face to face with Hou San'er, who was drunk and had just finished grilling skewers.

"Oh, isn't this Boss Mu? Why don't we go?"

"Hou San'er, I'm going back to the store." Lao Mu had no intention of talking nonsense to him.

"Stop! Is it you who called Hou San'er?" It's a bit troublesome.

"...Okay! Brother San'er. See you later..." Knowing that this was a bastard, Lao Mu didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"Did I fucking let you go?" Jiu Zhuang was cowardly, and Hou San'er was now determined to find trouble.

"Then...Brother San'er, what are your orders?"

"There's something wrong with my car. Please show it to me."

"Okay, come to the store tomorrow and I'll let someone take a look." Lao Mu said.

"Don't worry about tomorrow, don't worry about anyone else, just now, you come with me now." Hou San'er rolled his eyes.

Lao Mu looked helplessly at the old gunner in front of him and said nothing for a long time.

"What's the matter? I can't invite you, Third Master? Stop talking nonsense and leave immediately! Your uncle..."

Lao Mu still didn't speak, and just looked at Hou San'er with a numb face.

"Leave immediately, don't feel uncomfortable. Don't open a shabby store and treat yourself like a nobody. You are nothing in front of Mr. Hou San. Do you believe that Mr. Hou will demolish the shop for you?" Old Pao'er said too much. , there are several buildings that are leaning to the ground, you try to demolish one.

"I don't believe it." Lao Mu was still expressionless.

'Snapped! Hou San'er suddenly slapped Lao Mu in the face. Lao Mu didn't expect him to do it.

His fists suddenly clenched, and Lao Mu immediately became angry. His eyes shone with a cold light, and he was about to explode, tearing this incomprehensible thing in front of him into pieces.

Without moving, Lao Mu suddenly became alert.

The mother's tears and silver frost on the temples, the father's wind and disease.

It's a pleasure to do it, and it's easy to kill him half to death, but... what kind of disappointment will the people who love me and care about me feel like? Those brothers who ran for me when I was desperate, and those who helped me when I was in trouble, I haven't had time to repay them!

Lao Mu pulled back his body forcefully.

Hou San'er was so frightened by Old Mu's fierce, wolf-like gaze that he almost woke up from the wine.

"What...what...what?" He said as he backed away, faster and faster. "Don't think...I'm suing you...give it to Mr. Hou, I'll wait..."

Monkey Sanye ran away.

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