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Chapter 2179 It's scary for honest people to go crazy

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    Yang Luo said: "You two don't communicate much for now, there will be more opportunities in the future. After a long time, no one will care about you even if you make a villain in the office."

    "Uncle!" Xiao Yi scowled, "I won't tell you anymore!" After speaking, he hung up the phone.

    "Beep beep" A busy tone came from the receiver, Yang Luo chuckled and threw the phone on the passenger seat.  This guy is indeed out of tune, Xiao Yi called him uncle, that is the elder, he can say anything.

    As the sky gradually darkened, Yang Luo walked for more than ten minutes, got off the provincial highway, entered Hebi City, entered the urban area, and parked the car in front of a noodle restaurant called Yitiaoxiang.  Get out of the car and walk into the noodle shop.  A fat woman with a thick layer of powder on her face and blood-red lipstick sat behind a glass counter.

    "Miss Boss, here's a bowl of beef noodles." Yang Luo found a seat and sat down.  It's time for dinner, and there are no customers in this noodle restaurant.

    "Okay!" Seeing a guest coming, the proprietress yelled to the kitchen half-separated by the door curtain, "A bowl of beef noodles." After speaking, she quickly walked to Yang Luo's table, and wiped the table vigorously with a rag  , "Big brother, you are not a local."

    Yang Luo smiled and nodded: "No!"

    "Where are you from?" the proprietress asked.

    Yang Luo said: "Guess!"

    The proprietress smiled with her blood-red mouth open: "It sounds like your accent is from the Northeast, but I can't tell where it is."

    Yang Luo laughed loudly: "Miss Boss, your business here is not very good. It's getting late, and there are no customers. I guess the taste of the noodles is not very good."

    The proprietress looked like a shrew. Yang Luo thought that the proprietress would definitely be dissatisfied with what he said, but unexpectedly, the proprietress just sighed, "Is it good or not? You will know after eating." After speaking, the proprietress turned and left, and sat at the counter again  later.

    Yang Luo looked at the proprietress, although her face was covered with a thick layer of powder, although her mouth was covered with blood-red lipstick, although her figure was fat and out of shape.  But Yang Luo could tell that this woman was definitely a beauty when she was young, and she seemed to be a woman with a story.

    Soon, a rather simple-looking man in his forties came out of the kitchen with a large bowl of noodles.  There was a smile on his face far away. This is not a professional smile, but quite sincere.

    "Your noodles are ready, eat slowly, here are garlic, chili oil and vinegar."

    Yang Luo lowered his head and sniffed deeply, looked at the boss and said, "Boss, it smells good, but I don't know how it tastes."

    The boss showed a proud look on his face, "My shop is called Yitiaoxiang."

    The corner of Yang Luo's mouth curled up, and he picked up the noodles in the bowl with his chopsticks, and a very special aroma came out.

    "Huh?" Yang Luo hummed in surprise, put the picked noodles into his mouth, his eyes widened, he gave the boss a thumbs up, quickly swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and said, "Boss  , your craft is pretty good."

    The boss said proudly: "My craftsmanship is passed down from family, and Yitiaoxiang is also a time-honored brand with a history of more than 200 years."

    Yang Luo asked strangely: "In this case, why is your business here not so good?"

    The boss sighed and said: "It's not that it's not very good, it's that there is no business at all. It's been more than half a year, and you are the only customer."

    Yang Luo raised his eyebrows: "Then I don't understand, your noodles are so good, and it's still a time-honored brand, how come there is no business?"

    The boss opened his mouth to say something, but the lady boss suddenly shouted: "Old Wu, my stomach is a little uncomfortable, get me some brown sugar water."

    "Hey!" The boss ran into the kitchen quickly.

    Yang Luo shook his head slightly, bowed his head and started to eat the noodles. Siri was not afraid of the heat even though he was snoring. In just ten minutes, he drank up a large bowl of noodles and even the soup.  I have to say, this side tastes pretty good.  And looking at the old furnishings in the store and the smoky color of the walls, the previous business must be the same.  But now there is not a single guest, obviously encountered some trouble.  However, although Yang Luo was curious, he was not a troublesome person.

    "Miss Boss, check out!"

    The proprietress didn't move, she just waved her hand and said, "Today, we are the husband and wife who treat you to this bowl of noodles, and there is no money left."

    Yang Luo was taken aback, and asked, "Why?"

    The proprietress said with a smile: "This shop will be closed soon, and you are the last customer of our shop, so we invite you for this bowl of noodles, free of charge."

    Yang Luo was very surprised, nodded and said: "Then thank you lady boss." After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, at this time he came in outside.A young man.  He has a crew cut head, several earrings on his ears, a sleeveless camouflage vest on his upper body, camouflage pants on his lower body, and marine boots on his feet.  Yang Luo could tell at a glance that they were all fakes.

    "Hehe, there are some people who are not afraid of death, and come here to eat noodles." An older guy with tattoos on his arms stood in front of Yang Luo, looking up and down for a while.

    The other guy poked Yang Luo's chest hard with his fingers, "Damn the next door, you got out of the crotch of some bitch. I don't know if you can't enter this noodle shop?"

    Yang Luo smiled and looked at the three guys in front of him: "I shot the three of you in the crotch of a bitch, but you didn't die, and you are so unfilial, it really doesn't make sense."

    The faces of the three guys suddenly turned black, and at this moment, the boss rushed out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife and shouted: "You idiot, didn't you come here to look for me? Let him go and come to me."

    Yang Luo looked back at the boss, the hand holding the kitchen knife kept shaking, and his legs trembled slightly.  I don't know if it's because I'm afraid, or because I haven't been so impulsive before, I'm a little nervous.  But the proprietress was very calm, standing inside the counter, watching here.

    "Yo!" The older guy walked up to the boss, tilted his head to look at the knife in his hand, and said sarcastically, "Old Wu, you are getting fatter, and you dare to come out with a knife." Haha  Laughing loudly, he patted his neck with his hands, "Come on, chop this way. If you don't chop, you are my fucking grandson."

    The boss gritted his teeth, his hand holding the knife trembled more and more, his blood-red eyes stared at the guy's neck, but he didn't have the courage to cut it down.

    "Slap!" The guy raised his hand, slapped the boss hard on the face, and said with a smile, "I hit you, come on, chop me up."

    The blood flowed down the corner of the boss's mouth, and at this moment there was another slap, and the guy slapped the boss on the other side of the face again, and then laughed wildly again.

    "Stupid, cut me off if you have the guts, and don't scare me with a broken kitchen knife if you don't have the guts. Do you think Grandpa scared me?"

    "Ah!" The boss suddenly roared, and he didn't know how long he had held back his grievances. With a loud shout, he let out a yell, and then raised his kitchen knife and slashed at the guy's neck frantically.

    A roar made the guy tremble in fright. When he realized, the kitchen knife was already in front of his eyes, and his face paled instantly.  He never imagined that this well-known honest man who was usually slapped and kicked by them, who dared not even fart, would actually

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