I sell demon meat in the city

Chapter 47 Provoking the Wrong Target
"Zichen, shall we change cars?"

In just a short trip, the two of them each earned 700,000.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't excited; I was absolutely thrilled.

Meng Zichen waved his hand and said, "Let's go to the car shop."

After driving for just two kilometers, panting and groaning, and about to turn onto a side road, Meng Zichen suddenly swerved the steering wheel sharply, saying to Meng Shubing, "Oh no, Grandpa, we left them at the milk tea shop."

"Oh my god, hurry, hurry, hurry back. Don't let it slip when you pick it up later!"

The two kids themselves won't do anything, but doesn't this make them seem incredibly unreliable?

Fortunately, they hadn't driven far and returned to the entrance of "Xianglai Restaurant" a few minutes later.

When Meng Shubing went in to pick up the two little ones, they were sitting on a chair, swinging their short legs, drinking milk tea and watching "Tom and Jerry" playing on the TV on the wall, giggling foolishly.

Meng Shubing:
If he were to say that two hours ago this silly, happy little kid was chopping down a rat demon with a knife like it was a watermelon, would no one believe him?

They were both a little reluctant to come out because they hadn't finished watching "Tom and Jerry".

"Didn't you want to eat KFC? Are you still going?"

The two immediately stopped objecting and obediently got into the car.

"I'll take you there now," Meng Zichen said guiltily to the two little ones.

"Thank you, big brother." Meng Ziyang's eyes crinkled with joy.

Meng Qi also said, "Thank you, nephew."

It was quite a coincidence that there was a KFC not far away across the street from the car repair shop where Meng Zichen wanted to buy a car.

"You two eat here, and we'll go check out the car dealership across the street, okay?"

After buying them hamburgers, fries, cola, and a bucket of fried chicken, Meng Zichen pointed to the opposite side and said, "It's right there. We'll come pick you up after we buy the car."

This time, I can't possibly forget again.

When Meng Qi and Meng Ziyang heard that he wanted to change cars, they quickly waved their hands and said, "Go quickly, pick a nice one."

Meng Shubing looked at the repair shop and asked in confusion, "This isn't a 4S shop, what kind of car are you looking at?"

"A Wuling Hongguang." Meng Zichen's tone was a little urgent. "It belongs to a friend of the shop owner. He bought it only a year ago and brought it over last week to ask him to help sell it. He's asking for only 10,000 yuan. It's practically new."

Meng Shubing's lips twitched, and he glanced at him sideways, "You can't live without your secondhand minivan, can you? Don't forget you just got 700,000, not 7,000."

"You've also gotten 700,000, why don't you buy a Mercedes?"

Meng Shubing glared at him, "How can that be? I still need to save money to buy Yanxu a house in the city."

Meng Shubing's son, Meng Yanxu, is a very good student and is in his second year of high school in the county town. His wife rented a house there to accompany him while he studies.

Meng Zichen spread his hands, "This is terrible! My son Pidan will need money for his schooling and marriage in the future, right? I have to save some for him."

Thinking of Meng Zichen's runaway wife, Meng Shubing was speechless.

Finally, he reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, you've become sensible, you know how to save money now."

"Grandpa, I've always been quite frugal."

"You call that saving money before? You were just poor! If you didn't have money, what were you going to do with it?!"

Meng Zichen remained silent.

The two drove the car to a repair shop. His beat-up car was probably totaled, and Meng Zichen planned to sell it to the repair shop as scrap metal. Inside the KFC, Meng Qi and Meng Ziyang sat at a corner table, happily eating fries and drinking cola.

Suddenly, a chubby hand quickly reached into their fried chicken bucket and then quickly withdrew.

The two looked up and stared blankly at the chubby boy at the next table.

It was a little boy of about eight or nine years old. I don't know how good the food at home was, but his face was so chubby that his eyes were squeezed into slits.

At that moment, the little boy was holding a fried chicken leg in his hand, gobbling it down, his mouth covered in crumbs and oil, looking extremely disgusting.

"Hey, why are you stealing our fried chicken leg?"

Meng Ziyang put down the fries in his hand, slammed his hand on the table, and stood up.

Children in rural areas are generally a bit wild, and Meng Ziyang is no exception. He only seems less mischievous in front of his aunt, Meng Qi. In reality, no one in his class at school dares to mess with him.

"Hey, are you crazy? Which eye of yours saw us stealing your chicken legs? We bought them ourselves, okay?"

The chubby boy's mouth was full of meat, so he had no time to pay attention to Meng Ziyang. However, the old lady sitting next to him spoke up in a sarcastic tone.

The grandmother and grandson had just clearly seen that the adults who bought the two children things had left in a hurry.

Looking at the almost complete KFC meal on the table, and then comparing it to the pitiful hamburger at home, the old lady couldn't bear to buy her grandson's fried chicken leg, which he had been clamoring for.

She stared at the bucket full of fried chicken, a hint of greed in her eyes.

"Two little brats can eat this much? How come you two don't choke to death?"

After she finished speaking, she looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention, immediately gave her chubby grandson, who had just finished eating a hamburger and was still not satisfied, a wink.

Although the chubby boy was so fat that he walked rather clumsily, it all depended on what he was doing.

For example, fighting over food!
Its flexibility is probably unmatched.

Judging by the speed with which he snatched their fried chicken legs, no one would believe he hadn't practiced.

Children are usually afraid when adults are involved and their parents are not around.

Besides, they have so much food on the table, what's the big deal if they're missing a couple of pieces? It's not like they're starving.

The old lady was still annoyed that her grandson had only grabbed one chicken leg; he should have grabbed more so that the two little brats wouldn't waste it and have to throw it away.

But she didn't expect that these two children were not ordinary children at all. How could they be afraid of adults?

Meng Ziyang glanced at the old woman, ignored her, took two steps forward to their table, grabbed the chubby boy by the neck, and slammed his big fat face onto the table with a "bang".

The fried chicken leg was still in the chubby boy's mouth, but in such a short time he had gnawed it down to the bone. Caught off guard by the sudden pressure, the bone almost pierced his throat, and before he could even lift his head, he let out a violent cough.

The old woman was completely stunned.

She didn't expect this child, who looked no more than six or seven years old, to be so wild, and to actually attack right away.

Realizing what had happened, he flew into a rage, stood up, raised his hand, and slapped Meng Ziyang hard, all the while cursing, "You little bastard, who gave you the guts to hit my grandson? I'll slap you to death, you little bastard!"

Meng Ziyang slightly shifted his body to the side and dodged her slap. At the same time, he hooked his left foot under the chair where the little fat boy was sitting. With a "thud," the little fat boy, who was still coughing, fell to the ground along with the chair.

But to outsiders, it seemed as if the chubby boy was knocked down because of his grandmother, since there was her grandson between them when the old woman leaned over to slap Meng Ziyang.

Good afternoon!

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(End of this chapter)