Delivery man on the battlefield: Start with the sword

Chapter 175 Public Daddy Face
"Huh? What's going on? You're closing the door in broad daylight." Wang Zhifei stretched out his hand and blocked Zhang Quanfu's door.

"Hey! I said... Dad? No, we are closed, please come back tomorrow." Zhang Quanfu said impatiently, and was stunned when he saw Wang Zhifei's crazy dad look: My dad?

No, isn't my dad in my hometown? Besides, this one looks a bit like him, except for the nose, eyes, mouth, face, head shape, and height.

(…Is there anything similar to this?
Zhang Quanfu: Yes, we are similar in age!
……6)

Since Dingxianglou was facing the gendarmerie, Zhang Quanfu was somewhat averse to strangers coming here.

What if he is caught by the detective team? Is there any one among Huang Jinbiao, Jia Gui, and Bai the translator who is good at human affairs?

Especially since this person looks a bit like his father.

"Oh? I've heard that big stores bully their customers. Your store is not big, why do you bully your customers? What's the matter..."

At this time, Shopkeeper Sun came out and saw Wang Zhifei's slovenly clothes. He thought he was begging for food and waved his hand: "You who come here to eat are worse than gluttons. The dogs in the backyard are starving to death. You can beg for food in exchange for someone else..."

Oh my god! "

When Shopkeeper Sun saw Wang Zhifei's appearance, he was so frightened that he jumped more than three feet high.

"father?"

Shopkeeper Sun looked at Wang Zhifei in shock. His father had been dead for several years. If it wasn't broad daylight, he would have been scared to death.

After looking carefully, I found that except for the nose, eyes, ears, mouth and height, everything else is quite similar.

(The public's dad's face is online!)

"Old man, we only have four donkey hooves and a donkey tail left here, and someone has stewed the donkey tail. Would you like to go to another restaurant..."

"What? You look down on me, don't you? Do you see what this is? Not only do I want to eat, I also want good wine and good food. Not only do I want good wine and good food, I also want to live here. Not only do I want to live here, but I also want to buy 50 kilograms of marinated donkey meat after I leave. If you don't have it, you can find a way to go. I'm here just to eat."

Wang Zhifei weighed the dollars in his hand and said to Shopkeeper Sun.

"Oh my, oh my, I am so blind that I don't recognize you. Please forgive me, please forgive me. Please come in, please come in."

Shopkeeper Sun was really flexible and he bowed and nodded as he invited Wang Zhifei in.

Old Man Feng turned around and saw Wang Zhifei~
"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of tea and almost fell under the table.

Wang Zhifei didn't know. He glanced at Old Man Feng and said, "What's wrong with the people here?"

Turned and entered the private room.

"This person..."

"right!"

"That's right. I was shocked when I saw him. How come he looks so much like my dad?"

"What do you mean like your father? He looks like my father!"

"What do you think of your father? He looks like my second uncle!"

"Ok?"

"My second uncle and my father are twins!"

"Hi!"

……

Wang Zhifei looked at the dishes being served one by one and said, "I can't eat so much by myself."

"It's okay! Take your time, take your time. If you can't finish it, there will be some leftovers. Anyway~"

"what?"

"Nothing, nothing. There are two more dishes. I'll bring them to you."

After Shopkeeper Sun left, he said, "My goodness, Baolu, look at Shopkeeper Feng, he is here and he is making a lot of money. Fortunately, there is such a rich guy here, otherwise I would have lost a lot of money.

Baolu! Baolu! That’s enough! Put less meat in it!”

Sun Youfu was sweating profusely, feeling distressed. …

"Sir, have you finished your meal? Please come this way. Shuigen, take this guest to the guest room in the backyard."

When Shopkeeper Sun saw that Wang Zhifei had finished his meal, he called Shui Gen and said.

“You… eh!”

Obviously, Wang Zhifei's popular dad face scared Cai Shuigen.

……

Wang Zhifei lay in bed, listening to Baolu and his brother Baode bragging next door: "You know nothing, I am the chef of Dingxianglou on the surface, but I am actually this."

"Gossip? Fortune telling?"

"Eight Road!"

"Eight eight eight..." Baode was at a loss.

"Don't worry, your crime is not serious, we won't kill you." Bao Lu raised his hand and said nonchalantly.

However, his bragging gave his younger brother Baode a big scare.

Wang Zhifei listened to the two men, one bragging and the other believing something outrageous, and thought that from this point of view, the two men were really brothers.

Listening to the bragging next to him, Wang Zhifei closed his eyes and fell asleep...

……

Early the next morning, Wang Zhifei stretched himself and had a very comfortable sleep.

Logically speaking, this place is opposite the gendarmerie, and people like Xiao Gaga and Jia Gui often come here, so it is not safe.

The bed is a hard bed with no mattress on it. At most, there are a few sets of mattresses. It is not as comfortable as the soft mattress at home, but it is very comfortable to sleep here.

It was as if all the smoke from the gunpowder had dissipated, and the serious hostility was also reduced a lot.

As for war syndrome - bullshit! It was such a just war, killing a beast and saving countless good people, how can there be a syndrome?

To be honest, Wang Zhifei just disliked the fact that every bullet from the M134 could hit the head. Once the ammunition box went down, it would kill him two thousand times.

However, because he was used to speaking violently on the battlefield, he was more or less a little irritable. But after staying in the guest room of Dingxiang Tower for a night, his irritable mood was actually relieved a lot.

This is amazing. How about staying here for two more days?
Wang Zhifei washed his face, brushed his teeth, and then went to the front: "Hey, give me some side dishes and two steamed buns."

"Okay! Please take a seat, it will be ready in a moment!"

Shui Gen called out and went over to prepare.

……

"Damn it! If he doesn't commit suicide, can you blame me? I've never seen a person shoot himself in the head seven times and miss once.

With such poor marksmanship, why did you come all the way across the sea to show off...

Shopkeeper Sun, bring me two pieces of firewood and send them to the military police station across the street, and record them in the gold mark account."

Wang Zhifei had just sat down for not long when Jia Gui, with a bruised face and nose, came in muttering to himself. He shouted, and without waiting for Manager Sun to speak, he turned and left.

Shopkeeper Sun looked up, smiled with glee, and didn't move at all.

"Shopkeeper, this..."

"Oh, him, Jia Gui, the captain of the military police, is a wicked bastard. I don't know where his ancestors were buried, but they gave birth to such a bad guy. Since he was a kid, he has been joining the riot police and has become the captain of the detective team.

This time, it seems that he suffered a great loss. His face is bruised and swollen. He must have either met Huang Jinbiao or been beaten by his master."

"Maybe you'll encounter this." Wang Zhifei made the gesture of "eight".

"No, if he had met that guy, he would have died a long time ago. How could he still be alive now? There are people who specialize in killing people like him. They are called the Anti-Traitor Squad."

(End of this chapter)