Hong Kong Comprehensive: Who said that those who practice martial arts have no money?

Chapter 9 Farce, Guili Huang
Two bowls of car noodles were served on the table first, followed by freshly baked custard buns, glutinous rice buns, and pork belly rolls.

Looking at the steaming dim sum on the table, and the Che Zai Noodles with toppings coming out of the mouth of the bowl, Li An, who had practiced boxing all night, couldn't help but twitch his index finger.

"Brother Sheng, eat it while it's hot, and bring a supper for Master after eating."

After Li An greeted him, he picked up the chopsticks, stirred the ingredients evenly, took a mouthful of noodles and sent them to his mouth.

There was no intention of being polite, and the relationship between the two seemed very casual.

After getting in touch with him for a period of time, Li An also discovered that this senior brother who is a messenger is quite humane to himself, the junior brother in name.

Xu Shi had a lot of customers in the restaurant tonight, so it seemed a bit stuffy, and both of them were sweating a little from the food.

Eat half.

At the next table, a man in his 50s shouted at Amin who was fixing his nails not far away:
"Little sister, I want to buy a pack of cigarettes."

Hearing the sound, Amin just glanced up at the man, but without responding, stretched out her pink fingers and blew twice, then lowered her head to look at the manicured nails.

"Bring me a pack of cigarettes, little sister."

He shouted again, but seeing that the cigarette girl was still indifferent, the man complained and said to his companion next to him:

"Wow! The girl who sells cigarettes now is more famous than the headliner in this nightclub?!"

The companion also laughed and joked: "She is probably afraid that you will take advantage of her."

As she said that, she turned her head and took another look. It was obvious that the cigarette girl looked like a flying girl: "Afraid of the gasoline you wiped? You will burn yourself."

"Hahaha, don't worry about that."

The man couldn't help laughing, and leaned his head towards his companion.

"But having said that, it's a waste of money for this little girl to sell cigarettes. She looks like this, and she's more than enough to choose Miss Hong Kong. Look at those thighs."

"makes sense."

"That figure is enjoyable! Haha, come, come, cheers!"

The man's playful voice was loud and clear.

When Amin, who was looking at his nails, heard these words, the corners of his mouth curled up, he took out a cigarette and lit it with a smile, and went straight to the two of them.

After a few steps to the man's table, she put her right hand on his shoulder and whispered:

"Hello? Bad old man, has anyone told you that your mouth smells so bad!"

The man turned his head to look at Amin, his eyes just fell on her chest, this glance immediately made the man's eyes brighten:
"Wow! It's not too young for being so white! Little sister, how about letting me measure it with my hands? I'll ask you to buy two cigarettes."

He was thinking of making some more flirtatious words, but Amin, who was still looking like a baby just now, suddenly grabbed the teapot on the table and poured it on the man.

"what"

The hot tea splashed everywhere, and the man screamed in pain.

The restaurant was quiet, and the diners at other tables watched the excitement.

The man hurriedly jumped up, gritted his teeth, pulled his clothes and slapped them for a while, then pointed at A Min and was about to yell.

"...Smelly Sanba, you..."

"That was your good luck just now! If you scold me again, you won't be so lucky!"

Amin glanced at the man's crotch, and gestured with the other hand to grab the teapot on Li An's table.

"you…"

The man was taken aback by A Min's actions, and wanted to give up, but he was a little bit too hard to get off when he saw the diners watching the excitement.

"Forget it, you'll get laughed at if you make trouble with your little sister." His companion pulled him and persuaded him in a low voice.

The man took advantage of the slope to get off the donkey, said nothing more, and sat down on the stool sullenly.

Boss Wang, who is fat and fat, came late when he heard the commotion in the lobby.

"What's going on here?"

A Ming stepped forward quickly, without prejudice, and explained the incident clearly in a few words.

"Dude, I'm so sorry. Tonight's supper is my treat."

Despite scolding him for being old and unscrupulous, Boss Wang stepped forward with a smile and comforted the man with an ugly face.

Then he said kindly to Amin who refused to give an inch:

"Little sister, you see you are angry. How about letting this matter pass?"

In fact, he was not happy in every possible way with these flying girls who came to the restaurant to sell tickets, gamble, and sell cigarettes.

Not to mention not being able to pump water, but also causing trouble.

If it weren't for holding peace and making money.

Cigarette companies, and these people who sell bills have somewhat of a community background, so he doesn't need such nice words.

"Humph!"

Amin snorted coldly, glanced at the man provocatively, then put the teapot heavily on the table, and was about to leave.

Out of the corner of his eye, he happened to see Li An and Li An who were sizing up at the neighboring table, as if they had thought of something.

She said to Li An:

"Hey, it's you! I heard from the restaurant guy that you were almost beaten to death by Guili Huang that day? You were sent to the hospital? It doesn't look like that, you'll be fine so soon?"

"A'an! What? You were injured before by Guili Huang?"

When Zhou Sheng heard this, the smiling expression on his face restrained.

He had asked Li An about the injury on his head before, but since Li An didn't want to say more, he couldn't ask more questions.

"Ah."

Li An nodded as a response to Zhou Sheng's question.

Immediately, he turned his eyes and stared at Amin with a calm expression.

"Hello? Miss! Is this your attitude? It's not because of you that I will get hurt? You can't even say the most basic apology?"

Amin cut, but did not reply.

Li An's tone was a little heavier:

"You have to understand that Guilihuang caught you and asked your father to pay back the money. That is your father and daughter's business. But you used me as a shield that day, and you never thought that Guilihuang would use me as a punching bag? I was hurt. Do you pretend that nothing happened?"

Amin opened his mouth, knowing that he was wrong, but out of temper, he still mumbled in a low voice.

"You can only blame yourself for not being able to see."

"Okay, miss, if you're okay, can you go a little farther, don't disturb us for supper, you'll lose your appetite."

Li An waved his hand impatiently and lowered his head to eat noodles.

Li An couldn't have the slightest interest in talking about Amin, who had a female personality.

Fei Nu, to put it nicely, is influenced by Chinese and Western cultures, pursuing trends, individuality, and freedom.

To put it bluntly, they are just a group of troubled girls.

"you"

Being ignored by Li An, Amin opened his mouth and was about to go crazy.

At this moment, an exaggerated voice came over.

"Wow! Come here for a late-night snack, it's so lively!"

Li An followed the voice and looked over, his eyes wandered for a while, and he quickly regained his composure.

Holding Zhou Sheng who was about to get up, he took a milk bun and took a bite.

The speaker is about 40 years old, wearing a beige polo sweater, just right to reveal the big gold chain around his neck.

With a full face, paired with a short and fat figure, it makes people look a little vicious at first glance.

It is Guili Huang.

(End of this chapter)