Chapter 6793
Oh my god, this filthy place!
During the conversation, the driver, Xiao Wang, slightly bowed, the curve of his back seemingly carefully measured, perfectly conveying his respect.
His demeanor was elegant and composed, neither appearing overly obsequious and causing offense, yet exuding a well-trained gentlemanly air, as if he had stepped out of the etiquette norms of an old era, with every movement carrying just the right sense of propriety.
Looking at the landlady and Zhang Fei, the two were locked in a stalemate, pushing and shoving each other, and stood there stunned for a long time, unable to come back to their senses.
They looked exactly like two children in class who were suddenly called on by the teacher to answer a question, but whose minds went blank and they couldn't answer.
Their eyes were filled with panic and embarrassment. They didn't know where to put their hands and feet, and they were as if they had been frozen in place, feeling awkward and helpless.
In the midst of this chaotic shoving, an accident occurred.
Zhang Fei's elbow, caught off guard, slammed heavily into the landlady's waist.
The impact was quite severe, and the proprietress cried out in pain.
He immediately grimaced, his face contorted in pain, his expression telling the story of how much it hurt.
After a long while, the proprietress and Zhang Fei seemed to wake up from a nightmare.
They nodded stiffly, their expressions incredibly strange.
His expression was like someone who had accidentally swallowed a fly, wanted to spit it out but couldn't, it was stuck in his throat, the feeling was indescribably uncomfortable, and his whole face was distorted and deformed from holding it in.
The proprietress's hands were still unconsciously twisting the apron straps, as if she were wrestling with them.
As she continued to twist it, the apron straps became somewhat deformed, the once smooth straps now wrinkled.
Moreover, the chili oil on the ribbon had also smeared onto her fingers, making them shine with bright red chili oil. From a distance, it looked like she had applied a layer of cheap nail polish, which was particularly glaringly red.
At that moment, their first thought was: Have we gotten ourselves into some trouble?
This thought exploded in their minds like a bomb, plunging them into panic instantly.
The proprietress's heart was pounding like a little rabbit.
The sound of her heartbeat seemed to echo right next to her ears, making her head spin.
Her thoughts began to drift uncontrollably, recalling what her neighbor had told her a few days ago: some shops on this street had been shut down for failing to meet hygiene standards. Not only were the shops sealed off, but they were also fined a considerable sum.
Thinking about this, she became more and more frightened, and cold sweat instantly broke out on her forehead. The cold sweat flowed down her cheeks like beads from a broken string, wetting her collar.
Zhang Fei also looked tense, his brows furrowed tightly together like two small hills.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged out, like winding little snakes.
He secretly groaned, thinking: If he really gets into trouble, this barbecue restaurant he's worked so hard to run will be finished.
This shop is the result of their family's hard work. How will they survive if they lose it?
Thinking about the potential difficulties he might face in the future, he felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
The two of them stood there stiffly, as if frozen in place, not daring to utter a sound.
Their eyes were wide open, like copper bells, fixed intently on the driver, Xiao Wang, as if they would miss some crucial information if they blinked.
Every nerve was taut, their hearts pounding wildly in their chests, the violent thumping sound seeming to pierce their skin. They waited anxiously and apprehensively for what driver Xiao Wang would say next, their minds racing with all sorts of unpleasant thoughts.
Otherwise, why would a driver who looks like a rich person ask for their address for no reason?
There must be some ulterior motive behind this.
A terrifying thought gradually surfaced in their minds: Could it be that the thugs who used to collect protection money have found a powerful backer?
Recalling the scene when Brother Leopard came to cause trouble, his arrogant and domineering appearance is still vivid in my mind.
At that time, Brother Leopard and his gang were rampaging through the store, kicking tables and chairs all over the place, and threatening them that if they didn't pay protection money, they could forget about doing business on this street.
Fortunately, Xiao Chen appeared in time and chased the thugs away in no time.
But now, could it be that he's come back for revenge?
The thought sent chills down their spines, and they broke out in a cold sweat.
Besides this possibility, they couldn't think of any other reason to explain this strange scene.
Zhang Fei grew increasingly frightened, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
He quietly and slowly shrank back behind the shop door, his movements cautious, as if afraid of attracting attention.
Hidden in the corner behind the shop door is an iron rod used to poke the stove.
This iron rod is quite old, covered in rust. In the dim light, the rust looks like a layer of dark red scabs.
The rusty tip of the iron rod gleamed with a cold light, as if it were ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at any moment.
Zhang Fei's eyes were fixed on the iron rod, and he was thinking that it might come in handy if there was any real danger.
Driver Xiao Wang received an affirmative answer, and a look of relief immediately appeared on his face.
He quickly took small, quick steps and jogged to the back door of the car.
He slightly bent his knees, leaned forward, and bowed with utmost respect to open the heavy car door.
As he moved, the hydraulic lever of the car door emitted a slight hissing sound, which was particularly clear in the silent air.
He straightened up, turned slightly to the side, and said respectfully to the people inside the car, "Boss, Miss, this should be the place."
When he spoke, he bent his waist very low, like a cooked shrimp, his whole body bent at almost a 90-degree angle.
The hair at the back of her head was combed meticulously, each strand lying obediently against her scalp without a single stray hair, and it even shimmered slightly in the sunlight.
"Ah."
A deep and authoritative voice came from inside the car.
Immediately afterwards, Liu Jianming and Liu Yulian got out of the car one after the other.
Liu Jianming carefully stepped out of the car, and even straightened the hem of his suit jacket as he got off.
His eyes revealed an innate sense of superiority, as if he were afraid that the oil stains on the ground would tarnish his expensive suit.
His leather shoes were custom-made, jet black and shiny. They made a crisp, rhythmic "tap-tap" sound as he walked on the cobblestones, the sound echoing rhythmically as if striking some mysterious beat, signifying his status and position. (End of Chapter)