novelden Chapter 169 Tell Him the Good News
Chapter 169 Tell Him the Good News
There are all kinds of food stalls on the long street near Tsz Wan Shan.
Wuying was wearing a dirty apron and was cutting her nails with scissors with an angry look on her face, and the nails were flying.
He shouted impatiently to the crowd: "Fish balls, selling fish balls!"
"Hey, fish ball guy, give me a bowl of fish balls!"
A man in a flowered shirt spoke up.
Wuying glared at the man with an unpleasant expression and asked angrily, "Who are you calling?"
"I'm calling you, Fishball Man!" The man obviously didn't notice Wuying's unhappy expression.
"Fuck, what kind of fish ball guy is this? Can he even talk?"
"Standing in front of the stall with scissors, what else could he be but a fish ball man?"
"Damn it, you're just a fish ball guy with scissors, you're blind, I can't cut my nose hair!"
As Wuying spoke, he put the scissors into his nose and started cutting his nose hairs.
This made the man feel sick and he walked away cursing.
The man was disgusted and left, and he smiled smugly after his prank was successful.
At the same time, swing the scissors in your hand.
Accidentally, the scissors fell into the soup, causing the juice to splash.
"We're done for today, call it a day!"
When the fly saw the scissors fall into the soup, he felt happy.
It was just an excuse to stop setting up the stall, so I quickly prepared to pack up and close down.
In his opinion, as a gangster, it was a loss of face for him to cut fish balls here instead of attacking people.
If Big Boss Peng hadn't given the order, he would have chopped off his head rather than sell fish balls on the street.
If those brothers saw him selling fish balls like this, he would lose all his face.
Just when he was about to pack up and leave.
A younger brother rushed over and patted Wuying on the shoulder: "Brother Wuying, don't collect it, Brother Hua is here!"
Wuying looked across the street and saw that Ahua and Sanying were walking towards him with big strides.
He hurriedly put on his sunglasses and cleaned the table.
Then he fished out the scissors from the steaming soup.
He rapped his scissors in a pretentious manner and shouted, "Fish balls! Fish balls for sale!"
"Hey, blackfly."
Ah Hua walked over and sat down on the guardrail next to him, putting his arm around his shoulders and shouting.
"Brother Sanying, Brother Hua."
Wufei greeted honestly.
"Wuying, how are you doing lately?"
As the eldest brother, Sanying is in charge of the Tsz Wan Shan area, so it is necessary for him to inquire about the situation.
Furthermore, Wuying helped Zhou Shengpeng find the dragon head stick.
The boss was going to praise him and let him drive first, so of course he would not neglect Wuying.
"What's the big deal? I'm only doing a few cents worth of business, what can I expect?"
Wufei complained.
"Wuying, complain less and work more. The boss can see your changes and efforts. Take your time. It's only 5,000 Wen, and you'll reach it soon."
"Don't underestimate selling fish balls. If you sell them well, you can become rich."
Ah Hua said to Wuying earnestly.
"Yeah, I'm selling fish balls here today, and later I'll be selling missiles in the Middle East. I'm sure I'll be rich!"
Wuying didn't believe that selling fish balls could have a future, and retorted in a bad mood.
At the same time, he used the scissors in his hand to cut around in the soup, causing the soup to splash.
It accidentally splashed all over Ahua and Sanying.
"Wuying, what the hell are you doing? The boss asked you to sell fish balls, not to kill anyone. This is to train you. Why are you so angry?"
Sanying frowned, took a few pieces of paper from the snack cart, wiped the grease off his body, and said with an unhappy look on his face.
He now understood why the boss asked Wuying to sell fish balls, which was to temper the other party's temper.
Otherwise, given Wuying's impulsive, greedy and reckless character, he would definitely get into trouble.
It is true that one's ambition is as high as the sky, but one's life is as fragile as paper.
If he hadn't met a big boss like Zhou Shengpeng who knows how to judge people, he would definitely not have made it far, and might even have dragged Ahua down.
"Brother Sanying, let me be honest, I'm Wuying, I'm a gangster, but now I'm selling fish balls on the street with a pair of scissors, it's really embarrassing!
"See that grandma selling burritos in front?"
"Every time she yelled 'cops, run away,' we would pack up and run away."
"Selling fish balls is like a lost dog, hiding here and there."
"If I'm recognized by others, how can I survive?"
"Those who know me, I followed such an awesome old man like Kunpeng. Those who don't know me, would think I was down and out."
"You're worse off than the beggars on the street!"
The black fly spitted and complained excitedly about its own hardships.
Then he softened his tone and said pleadingly, "Brother Sanying, Brother Hua, please help me and say a few good words in front of the boss."
"From now on, if Big Boss Peng tells me to go east, I won't go west."
"If he wants some dragon head sticks, I'll help him get some. I won't cause any trouble!"
Ah Hua listened to the words so many times that his ears were almost covered with calluses. He picked up two skewers of fish balls from the dining cart and then picked up the seasoning and sprinkled it on.
Then he handed a string to Mitaka.
He ate until his mouth was full of oil, and his face was filled with satisfaction. "Wuying, do you think the dragon head stick is some street vendor stuff? Three different kinds for 9.9 yuan. How many do you want?"
"Your cooking skills are so good, why don't you continue selling fish balls?"
"If your sales are good, let Brother Peng run a snack bar for you, then you won't have to worry about running away!"
Ahua didn't plan to tell Wuying the good news that he could drive for Kunpeng right away, but instead started teasing him and filling his stomach at the same time.
He had just been collecting debts with Sanying in Tsz Wan Shan. He hadn't eaten yet and was extremely hungry.
I casually found two plastic bowls on the dining cart, scooped out beef offal, pig lungs, fish balls, bean curd and other braised dishes, and also put some coriander in them.
While eating the fish balls, he took the scissors from Wuying and cut them twice.
Finally, sprinkle some seasoning on it and serve a bowl to Mitaka first.
He fished it out of the pot again.
Sanying was so hungry that he was growling. He picked up the hot braised dishes and started to eat them with relish, devouring them in no time.
It was finished in a few bites, just when he was about to take a big bite.
Suddenly, a long, chewy object was pulled out of his mouth.
He looked closely and saw that it was clearly a pitch-black rag!
"vomit!"
Mitaka retched and pointed at the food in the bowl.
He widened his eyes and cursed, "Damn, Wuying, you idiot! How could there be a rag in the broth?"
"Are you selling fish balls or rags?"
The blackfly was swinging its scissors lazily and leaning against the road guardrail behind it.
He stretched his neck to take a look at the rag in the bowl and said with a smile:
"Brother Ying, I'll add some ingredients to make it more delicious. Eating the rag proves that I have been cleaning carefully. It's clean and you can rest assured!"
Ah Hua, who was originally fishing for food, paused with his hand and looked very ugly.
Mitaka looked up at the spoon in his hand, and saw a cigarette butt spinning inside the spoon.
The two of them looked at each other, then at the fish ball skewers they had thrown on the ground and the plastic bowls in their hands, and were instantly petrified.
Just now they had happily eaten two skewers of fish balls.
Mitaka was even worse off. He inhaled the food like a storm and ate a whole bowl of beef offal.
"Wuying, with the family...property!"
Mitaka felt unwell and his stomach was churning.
A feeling of nausea came over me, and I quickly threw away the plastic bowl in my hand.
Holding onto the guardrail on the side of the road, he vomited crazily, cursing as he vomited:
"Fuck you, you damn fly! You can even get cigarette butts and rags into the soup. Why don't you soak yourself in the soup too?"
Wuying took the spoon without knowing the consequences and scooped up the soup.
Then he picked up a fly with his fingers and said with a smile: "Yes, my brother is in the soup."
Mitaka glanced at the fly on his hand, his eyes almost popped out, and he turned around and vomited non-stop.
Seeing how miserable Sanying was, Ah Hua was glad that he only ate a string of fish balls.
But he still felt a little sorry, so he quickly patted Mitaka on the back and apologized:
"I'm sorry, Brother Eagle, Wuying is so impatient. I'm sorry!"
"Are you OK?"
Ahua was in a hurry to pass water to Sanying while glaring at Wuying.
Then he cursed, "Damn it, Wuying, you still want Brother Ying to say good things in front of Big Boss Peng?"
"You treat us with fish balls like this, you deserve it!"
"Stop selling fish balls and go pick up excrement from the public toilet!"
Wuying felt a little unconvinced and muttered, "I didn't treat you to this meal, you asked for it yourself."
"You're eating for free, and you still have such a big complaint."
"Besides, if it's not clean, you won't get sick, and it won't kill you. So, how can free fish balls be unpalatable?"
While muttering, Wuying picked up the scissors, casually put the scissors into his nostrils, picked his itchy nose, and then cut off a tuft of nose hair.
Ah Hua, who was about to teach Wuying a lesson, happened to look up and saw this scene.
He was originally feeling lucky that he had eaten less, but then he turned around and started vomiting with Mitaka and the other two.
The two brothers were in great distress and vomited all over the place.
Wuying rolled his eyes and casually handed over two pieces of paper: "Don't be so exaggerated, who would vomit after eating fish balls?"
"I'll deal with you later, ugh!"
Ahua rolled his eyes, patted Sanying on the back, and started vomiting wildly.
After vomiting for a long time, the two finally calmed down, gasping for breath.
Sanying rinsed his mouth and cursed: "Fly, you old fly! If I eat the fish balls you make again, I will be your boss! Damn it."
Ah Hua also leaned against the railing in a mess, and he dry-heaved twice before he suppressed the discomfort in his stomach.
"Brother Ying, don't blame me. I'm really not cut out to sell fish balls."
"I can kill people with a knife, but I'm not good at standing on the street chopping beef offal or cutting fish balls!"
Wuying pulled the corner of his mouth and shrugged helplessly.
Mitaka originally wanted to keep the secret, but after this incident, he simply gave up.
He said directly: "Forget it, forget it. If I don't tell you the news, Ah Hua and I will be sent away by you."
"Tell him the good news."
When Wuying heard what Sanying said, his eyes lit up.
He asked expectantly, "Brother Hua, what's the good news? Is Big Boss Peng going to make me his big brother?"
Ah Hua rolled his eyes. Wuying was too ambitious and always wanted to be the boss.
So he couldn't help but glared at him: "Yes, yes, I'll let you go to the Cloud Heaven on Bowl Lane to be a young master!"
"leave!"
"Brother Hua, although I know I'm handsome, it's not appropriate for me to be a young master, right?"
Wuying couldn't help but give Ahua the middle finger without any respect and curled his lips.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. From now on, stay with Big Boss Peng. Do more and talk less. Stop being disrespectful!"
"Meah, Brother Hua, are you saying that I don't have to stand in the cold wind selling fish balls on the street anymore and can stay with Big Boss Peng?"
Wuying heard Ah Hua say seriously, asking him to stay with Big Brother Peng.
His voice trembled with excitement.