Senior sister, please stop crying. I am really not a scumbag.

Chapter 22 Barbecue Shop Owner
Yang Hao walked out of the north gate and came to the overpass. He immediately saw Wang Zhipeng squatting under a tree smoking not far away.

Wang Zhipeng, this kid, is skinny as a stick. I haven't seen him for two days and he seems to have gotten his hair permed from somewhere and dyed it yellow. He is smoking a cigarette and looks as sloppy as a gangster.

"Little bird." Yang Hao called out.

"Oh, Haozi, you don't know, I almost went to jail." As soon as Wang Zhipeng saw Yang Hao, he quickly took out a cigarette and gave it to Yang Hao.

"Elaborate."

The two walked and talked.

Wang Zhipeng had a bitter face, and was still a little scared about what happened that night.

According to him, their dormitory had six people, all of whom were high school students who had no education. They got together, drank, smoked, and were good at everything. They were like-minded and hit it off right away. They first went to a food stall for a big meal, and when the group was drinking a lot, some bastard suggested going to the alley.

Because they had been drinking, everyone thought this was a good suggestion.

They had already arrived at their destination, and Wang Zhipeng had to pee urgently, so he went to a public toilet. As soon as he came out, he saw several police cars speeding away. He sobered up immediately, and when he looked over, he found that all his roommates had been arrested, squatting on the side of the road with their hands on their heads.

"How do those people deal with it?"

"I was detained. First the school was notified, then my family was notified, and then the college processed my expulsion." Wang Zhipeng is still frightened when talking about what happened that day. He said that fortunately he has a good bladder and a strong digestive system, which saved his life, otherwise he would be in the detention center now.

After chatting for a while, Wang Zhipeng said that they would go for a barbecue in the evening and play a game of billiards first to satisfy their craving for food.

Yang Hao said: "That won't work. We have to study at six o'clock until eight o'clock."

Wang Zhipeng got anxious when he heard this, "What kind of crappy school is this? You have to study before class starts."

His original plan was to have a good drink with Yang Hao tonight.

Little did people know that the reason why the University of Finance and Economics suddenly came up with this rule this year was actually because of the commotion caused by Wang Zhipeng and his gang. Fortunately, it was suppressed and did not cause any response on the Internet or in society, otherwise who would send students to their school in the future?
As a result, the plan to play billiards was shelved and the two went to the night market near the school.

Wang Zhipeng said that he had dinner there that day, at a restaurant called "Old Soldier BBQ" which tasted really good, was of good quality and inexpensive, and most importantly, the boss was very polite, so he happened to go there to take care of his business today.

It's not even four in the afternoon yet, and the night market street has almost no business, but it's open for business.

The old soldier barbecue restaurant has set up a big shed with smoke billowing out of it. Even though it was only the afternoon, there were customers, but not many. Most of them were students from the nearby University of Finance and Economics, School of Media, or Vocational College.

The two found a table and sat down, and then a middle-aged man with a kind face came over with a menu.

"Boss, do you still remember me?"

"Remember, remember." The middle-aged man smiled.

Wang Zhipeng took out a cigarette and handed it to the boss. The boss was flattered and quickly wiped his hands on his apron before taking it.

Wang Zhipeng smiled and said, "That's right. A few days ago, the six of us spent nearly a thousand dollars on your meal. You even rounded off the amount. I thought you forgot."

"Thank you for taking care of your business, little brother. I'll give you a discount today." The boss was also very polite and kept smiling.

Wang Zhipeng ordered some food and a few bottles of beer, and then the boss left.

Yang Hao just noticed that the boss seemed to have a tattoo. Although it was September, Xinzhou was still extremely hot. The boss was wearing a black vest and an apron. There seemed to be a tattoo of a bird of prey on his shoulder.

Seeing Yang Hao staring at the boss's back, Wang Zhipeng lowered his voice and said, "Don't look at me. I'm telling you, this boss, even though he always smiles at everyone, is said to have been a member of the Kites Society more than a decade ago. He is a real social person."

Kites Club?
Yang Hao was stunned. "You also know about the Yaozi Society?" Wang Zhipeng was a little surprised. He held a cigarette in his mouth, puffing out smoke, and asked in surprise: "You also know about the Yaozi Society?"

"I heard it from a friend at noon."

"Yeah." Wang Zhipeng didn't take it to heart. He glanced at the busy boss inside and said in a low voice: "I was drinking that day and heard my roommate bragging about it. I heard that the Yaozi Society was very powerful in the past, especially in our Baiyun District and Baige District."

Wasn’t the Yaozi Society uprooted?

Yang Hao asked the doubts in his mind.

Wang Zhipeng sneered, "But what he said is actually true. The ones who dare to act so ostentatiously nowadays are just some small-time hooligans who use the name of the Kites Society to bluff people. However, this boss used to be a serious member. See, those uncles over there, they all followed him to make a living."

He pointed at several middle-aged men who were busy in the room.

Yang Hao looked up, thoughtfully.

"Also, there are many shop owners around here, and most of them are probably the same." Wang Zhipeng said in a low voice.

Yang Hao was surprised because he didn't know this before.

Wang Zhipeng put out his cigarette and shook his head, saying, "But these have nothing to do with us. We are not doing business here. We just need to eat and drink as usual."

However, Wang Zhipeng's words caught Yang Hao's attention.

What does it mean to not do business here? But he didn't dare to ask.

Yang Hao smiled bitterly: "I really didn't expect that in a society ruled by law, there are still... well, this kind of thing."

Wang Zhipeng rolled his eyes. "What else? What do you think those who are involved in society are like? Getting tattoos, lighting a will-o'-the-wisp, and going out to fight every day? That's not being involved in society, that's brain damage. The real people who are involved in society are all sitting in high-rise buildings. Even if they are not big bosses, they are still doing business... Forget it, this has nothing to do with us."

Wang Zhipeng gave an example. He said that there was only one "Veteran BBQ" restaurant, one "Billiards Club", and even one large supermarket nearby.

If there are outsiders who want to get involved in the business here and open a "Veteran BBQ" here, they will definitely not be able to do so.

The rice bowl is so small, and everyone has already distributed the benefits behind the scenes, so it is difficult for outsiders to intervene.

In short, behind the calmness lies a turbulent sea.

After chatting for a while, the barbecue came.

Yang Hao and Wang Zhipeng ate and chatted, and each drank two bottles of beer.

He had almost finished drinking and it was only half an hour until 6 o'clock, so Yang Hao stood up and said goodbye, planning to go back to school to study.

This bastard's evening self-study is really disgusting. Freshmen from all colleges have been cursing him these days. They are just about to dig out the principal's ancestors and whip his corpse. Which college student still goes to evening self-study?

I will not and dare not write about violent plots of fighting and killing.

Making money is not that easy, every place has its own system of rules.

Especially doing business.

It involves a lot of interests.

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(End of this chapter)