Perspective master in the city

"We want it now."

With a big bald head and Erlang's legs crossed, he held a cigarette in one hand and tapped lightly on the table with the other.

"That's really embarrassing. We are a small flower shop, not a flower market. We don't have so many flower reserves. You can go to other places to have a look." Yang Huiyun said calmly.

"Why, are you afraid we won't give you money?"

The big bald head slapped the table, and snapped his fingers at the younger brother next to him. The younger brother immediately took out several stacks of red banknotes from his pocket, which looked like tens of thousands.

Hearing the muffled sound of the table, Yang Huiyun's heart trembled. Although she had also practiced before, it was just some fancy fists and embroidered legs. It was fine for performances or sparring. I'm afraid it's not far off.

"There are not so many flowers here, so don't make trouble here."

Finally, Kang Ze couldn't stand it anymore, he said calmly.

The big bald head immediately stood up, walked up to Kang Ze, grabbed Kang Ze's tie with one hand, pointed at Kang Ze with the fragrance in his hand, and said, "Are you the owner of this flower shop?"

"No." Kang Ze shook his head.

"Since it's not, then get away with me. I didn't ask you to buy flowers, so what are you talking to me about?" the big bald man said viciously.

Kang Ze frowned, but took a step back wisely. A person of status like him is generally unwilling to entangle with such a small gangster, and he is even less willing to offend such a person. He is afraid of being targeted by others. Get yourself in trouble.

Kang Ze's small step back immediately made Ji Fan's impression of him worse, and it also made Yang Huiyun understand something.

Kang Ze stepped back, while Ji Fan took a few steps forward.

"Flowers, there really aren't that many now. There are dozens of roses left in the store. If you like them, you can take them all away. You don't need money, just treat it as a friend."

While Ji Fan was speaking, he sent a bouquet of roses in front of the big bald head.

The bald man saw Ji Fan, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Boy, I think you look familiar."

"Hehe, I think big brother looks familiar too." Ji Fan said with a smile.

The big bald man touched his head with his hand, and after a while, suddenly said: "Oh, I remembered, we gambled together, and your luck is very good, you always win money."

"Brother has a good memory." Ji Fan didn't deny it either.

"Little brother, why are you here? Is this girl your woman?"

The big bald head was familiar, he stretched out an arm and put it on Ji Fan's shoulder, as if he was very close to Ji Fan.

"She is my cousin, I often come here to look at the store." Ji Fan explained.

"That's it."

The big bald head took a puff of cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and said: "Little brother, to be honest, although we played together, but your cousin didn't give me face today, and I was very hurt. I kindly treat her to dinner." It's fine if she refuses, but she even found someone to hurt my little brother."

"Brother Hao, it was this kid who beat people." The skinny Brother Zhao immediately reminded him in a low voice.

"Oh?"

The bald man looked surprised, stared at Ji Fan, and said, "I can't tell, brother is actually a practicing family."

"Hehe, I understand a little bit." Ji Fan smiled modestly, thinking in his heart that this guy is Brother Hao.