The son-in-law of a prosperous family

She has a graceful figure and dances beautifully.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

The cheers and shouts were louder and louder, and some people even threw money directly onto the stage.

"What if some idiot throws silver and hits Miss Manro?"

"I watched it being thrown, but it couldn't hit me!"

One of them assured confidently that he was not far away from the stage and that as long as one was not a fool, he would not be hit.

"Then you shouldn't throw the silver. Miss Manro is barefoot. It would be so painful if she got hurt."

What he said made so much sense that it was impossible to refute it for the moment.

"Then... I'll throw the banknote!"

Soon, banknotes scattered to the center of the table.

The dance is over.

Before Manluo could salute, a fat middle-aged man grabbed his wrist. The middle-aged man smiled in an extremely obscene manner, and his turbid eyes kept scanning Manluo's big white rabbits.

When he smiles, his mouth is full of yellow teeth.

Munro felt like vomiting.

"Miss Manluo, you can't make much money dancing here, why don't you follow me in the future, I will make sure you have delicious food and drinks."

Manluo tried to take her hand back in panic, but she couldn't break free. She opened her mouth and said something gibberish, but no one could understand her.

"You're not Chinese?"

The middle-aged man smiled even more obscenely. It’s not that the Han people are good, he has never played with women of other races.

"Go away, go away!"

Another man squeezed onto the platform. He looked young, dressed like a scholar, holding a folding fan in his hand, and spoke in an elegant manner.

"How can a beauty be paired with a pig?"

Then he bowed respectfully to Man Luo and said, "Hello, Miss Man Luo. I am Zhang Ziye from Fucheng. I wonder if I can have the honor to invite Miss Man Luo to have a drink with me."

The middle-aged man's voice suddenly became irritable: "Pig, who are you calling a pig?"

"You are just a fat, bloated, and overweight person. Calling you a pig is an insult to pigs."

The middle-aged man was a businessman with some money, and Zhang Ziye was also a wealthy young man from the provincial capital. Neither of them would give in, so they started arguing.

While there was chaos here, several more people ran up to the platform to express their love to Manro.

However, there are also reports that people drink and watch the show at their seats.

When Manager Wang arrived, he saw such a chaotic scene and his eyelids were twitching non-stop.

"Gentlemen, harmony brings wealth. If you have anything to say, please talk it over nicely. Sit down and have a cup of tea. There is nothing that cannot be solved. Please show some mercy."

But his words were like fart, no one paid any attention to him.

Tongfu Restaurant not only hired dancers, but also replaced the waiters who served the dishes with girls. They wore chest-length skirts with low necklines, and if they bent over slightly, their big white rabbits could be seen.

"Master Han, your dish."

The girl bowed slightly to Mr. Han, who was immediately stunned and slurped his saliva.

"Han! has! money!"

A loud shout resounded throughout the restaurant, and everyone saw Madam Han standing at the door with a menacing look on her face, holding an opened butcher knife in her hand, looking like a female evil star.

"Husband, Madam!"

At the same time, more women came out from behind Mrs. Han, some holding rolling pins, some holding kitchen knives, and some empty-handed. Anyway, they all looked like they were not easy to mess with.

They locked their sharp eyes on their men and soon started fighting.

Some pull hair, some pull hair; some pull ears, some pull ears; some scratch people, scratch people.

Even busier than a vegetable market!

Mr. Han was being pulled by his own wife's ear. Mrs. Han came from a good family, her family was also a wealthy family in the capital city, but she grew up in her grandfather's house which ran a slaughterhouse, and she was very skilled in wielding a butcher knife.

"Han Youcai, you have become successful. Now you dare to cheat, right?"

"Ouch!"

Master Han's face was distorted with pain, and he kept wailing: "Let go, let go, let go! I didn't drink any wine!"

"I've seen it all, and you're still trying to argue? Even if this isn't a brothel, it's not a decent place!"

The hand holding the ear still did not let go.

Master Han felt that he had lost face by having his ears twisted in front of so many people, and he was a little furious: "Are you going to let go or not? If you don't let go, I'll divorce you!"

Madam Han was not someone to be trifled with. She sneered and placed the butcher knife firmly in front of Master Han, very domineeringly: "I am your legal wife, married in a formal ceremony with a grand sedan chair, not some useless concubine. If you want to divorce me, you have to ask this butcher knife whether it agrees or not!"

Mr. Han was almost scared to death!

The butcher knife just barely grazed the tip of his nose, just a little bit away and his nose would have been gone.

"go!"

Mrs. Han grabbed the man by the ear and took him away.

The chaos in the hall continued, either a plate was broken here, a bowl was broken there, or a chair fell over.

Anyway, it’s not chaotic.

Shopkeeper Wang tried to persuade people here and there, like a fat little bee shuttling around the hall, but it was no use, absolutely no use.

Instead, he was accidentally hit and got a panda eye.

Manager Wang finally collapsed. He sat on the ground, slapped his thighs, and cried wildly: "It's over, it's all over! Please stop hitting me!"

After learning that Tongfu Restaurant was smashed, Manager Wang was so happy that he ate an extra bowl of rice at noon.

Zhao Yunchuan is indeed smart and mean.

This matter was indeed handled very well, and Manager Wang gave the six dragons more rewards.

"Thanks for the hard work. Very well done."

"Thank you for the compliment, Manager. We are just passing on a message. Brother Chuan is our boss, and we cannot lose face for him!"

He had heard of the name of the Six Dragons before. To put it nicely, they were called thugs, but to be honest, they were just gangsters, and the kind with a bad reputation.

Did the gangster turn over a new leaf, or did Zhao Yunchuan turn bad?

Steward Wang calmly began to inquire: "Is Chef Zhao your boss?"

Liu Long smiled bitterly and said, "We want to recognize Brother Chuan as our leader, but Brother Chuan looks down on us."

The other dragons stared at the Sixth Dragon.

Why would they say such things? They don't care about their reputation!

"Oh?" Steward Wang asked nonchalantly, "You want to recognize him as your boss? You want to learn cooking from him? Then you shouldn't recognize him as your boss, you should recognize him as your master."

At this moment, Liu Long licked his lips and said greedily: "We haven't eaten the dishes made by Brother Chuan yet. Are his dishes really delicious?"

Then it’s not learning cooking, could it be learning some other skill?

Since he had nothing to do now, Manager Wang wanted to satisfy his curiosity. He continued the conversation calmly: "It's delicious. The dishes made by your brother Chuan are first-class. I must try them when I have the chance in the future."

"Try it!"

However, the food at Lai Yue Lou is too expensive and they can’t afford it now.

"By the way, how did you get to know Chef Zhao?"

When this was mentioned, the dragons looked at each other, then lowered their heads, looking as if they didn't want to say more.

Can I tell you about that? I can’t!

How embarrassing!