San Fu

Duan Feifei felt that it was too early to hang up the shoehorn.

Duan Yingjie probably spends half of his life with Duan Xiaohao outside, and half of his time reforming inside. The people he comes into contact with are not too different from him...

His ideas and bottom line are different from ordinary people in many things.

Now when the words are said, he can't judge whether they are appropriate or not, or he can't judge at all, so he can say what he wants, and if it is appropriate, it is appropriate. If it is not appropriate, you can just quarrel with me or call.

After all, when he heard that Duan Feifei had a very rich friend, he also hoped that Duan Feifei could make this friend, and hoped that when he couldn't help his son, his son would have such a rich friend who could help him.

Although it wasn't his intention.

Duan Feifei's yelling made Dad probably realize the meaning of this sentence at this moment, and immediately squeezed past him quickly, opened the door and prepared to go out.

Duan Feifei stopped him with his elbow, and then kicked the opened door shut again.

Dad took the shoehorn on the wall without hesitation.

And took two steps back.

"I can break that thing for you with my hand," Duan Feifei looked at him, "You didn't beat me with it, and I don't have PTSD about it..."

"Stainless steel." Dad tapped the shoehorn on the wall twice.

"Same," Duan Feifei said, "I will twist the stainless steel into a twist for you with one hand."

Dad glanced at the shoehorn in his hand, and sighed: "I really want to brag."

Duan Feifei didn't speak.

Dad paused for a while, then asked again: "What fart?"

"Dad," Duan Feifei looked at him, "You have to say what you just said in front of Jiang Kuo. He can fight you immediately, and you will definitely not be able to beat him."

"Hey, I won't say it in front of him," Dad smiled awkwardly, "I just... don't know what to say right now... I can't tell."

Duan Feifei sighed softly.

"Your mother told me to leave it alone, I don't care," Dad said, "She said that if you date a boy in the future, it will be the same as other boys dating a girl, and I don't care."

"You can't accept that I'm talking about a kid." Duan Feifei asked.

Dad didn't speak.

"Do you think it would be easier for you to accept me if it was for money?" Duan Feifei asked again.

"Fuck your ass!" Dad didn't even think about it, "I said it... but it didn't mean anything!"

Duan Feifei smiled.

"I... don't feel well," Dad sighed again, "But if it's for money, I can beat you. If it's not for money... your mother said I can't care."

"It's quite listening to your ex-wife." Duan Feifei said.

"After all, she has been outside all the time, and she has always been a person who likes to think about new things," Dad said, "There are some things that you can hear from her. My eyes are dark now."

"Dad," Duan Feifei felt a little distressed, and lowered his voice, "Jiang Kuo is very nice."

"You can tell," said Pa, "a little kid with no heart."

That's a bit of a mind, after all, his father is an old fox.

"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded, and moved out of Jiang Kuo at the right time to convince his father, "This online store was what he wanted to do at the beginning, and it happens that you can help us when you come out."

Dad glanced at him and said nothing.

"He pays a lot of money," Duan Feifei said, "It was also his friend in the early stage, that is, Yang Ke, who ran away. Now if we want to expand, we need to work harder."

"Understood." Dad muffled his voice.

"Everyone knows that you are my father," Duan Feifei said, "I am your son."

Dad turned his head away.

"What kind of person I am is because of what kind of person you are." Duan Feifei said.

"The third child taught well." Dad's words were a little nasal.

"The third child is your younger brother," Duan Feifei said, "You are blood brothers."

"Let's go." Dad quickly walked to the door, hung the shoehorn back on the wall, opened the door and walked out.

Duan Feifei followed behind him. While waiting for the elevator, his father was silent all the time, and only after entering the elevator did he ask, "Can you really twist that stainless steel into twists?"

"No." Duan Feifei said, "But as long as I say it with certainty, you may believe it."

"...fuck," Dad said, "I'm not so confident when I'm bragging."

"Learned from Jiang Kuo." Duan Feifei said.

"Is he still bragging?" Dad was taken aback, "I can't tell."

"He can talk harshly," Duan Feifan said. "At the beginning of school, he told that idiot Lu Haobo that I can make you unable to survive in this city...it was so true that I almost I believe it."

Dad paused for two seconds, then laughed for a long time: "That's because he is really rich."

"So you have to combine yourself," Duan Feifei said, "I said I could twist it into a twist, but I didn't say I could eat it."

Dad just stopped laughing, and laughed again when he heard this: "Stupid."

"Be a little more restrained when talking to your son." Duan Feifei said.

"You can't even say that?" Dad glanced at him, "I've been talking to you since you were born."

"Yes." Duan Feifei clicked his tongue.

"I may not be able to pay attention to many things," Dad said in a low voice, looking at the numbers displayed on the elevator floor, "After ten years, I missed too much."

"It's me." Duan Feifei said.

Dad smiled and said nothing.

Duan Feifei glanced at him, hesitated for a while, raised his arm and put it lightly on his shoulder.

Dad froze for a moment, then straightened his back.

Dad is very good at knowing the way. He stayed here for one night and was still in a state of drinking, but as soon as he went out, he took Duan Feifei and took a shortcut to the market.

"Amazing, I've come and gone here so many times," Duan Feifan said, "I've never walked this way before."

"You can see this road from upstairs," Dad said, "you still can't."

"I can't be better than you in everything." Duan Feifei said with a smile.

"You do!" said Dad.

From the shortcut to the back door of Niusandao's new store, it was much faster than usual.

There are packed goods piled up at the back door, and the express car is also next to it, but neither the packing worker nor the courier brother is there.

"Where are people?" Dad said.

Duan Feifei walked into the store immediately, this is definitely not a normal situation.

As soon as he entered the back kitchen, he heard someone shouting in front of him.

I also saw Yang Ke poking his head out from the second floor.

Duan Feifei glanced at him.

"Here comes a cripple to find fault." Yang Ke deserved to be the person who wrote business reports to Jiang Kuo every day, and he reported the situation clearly and simply.

Duan Feifei tightened his eyebrows.

The market was demolished, and the lame shop didn't seem to go to the new market, so he probably has some free time at the moment. I heard that Duan Lao Er has come out, and he can come to find Niu Sandao's trouble.

"Then my stomach hurts." The wheelchair old man held his stomach.

"You better be in pain," the old uncle pointed at him and rushed out, "If you don't hurt, I'll crush your guts right now!"

Jiang Kuo stretched out his arms to stop the old man.

"Don't stop me, this kind of person has to be fucking beaten!" The old uncle pulled him away and wanted to continue charging, "I, he..."

Jiang Kuo grabbed the old uncle by the collar and dragged him back. The old uncle didn't finish his sentence, but was stuck in his throat by the collar.

Uncle, I'm sorry.

Jiang Kuo felt very sorry.

Before the old uncle rushed out again, Jiang Kuo walked up to the old man in the wheelchair in two steps, and threw himself in front of him with the wind, with his hands resting on the armrest of the chair wheel, staring at the old man in the wheelchair almost face to face Son.

The old man in the wheelchair shrank back subconsciously.

"What are you doing!" The wheelchair son next to him pointed at him and rushed over.

"I warn you," Jiang Kuo turned to look at him, "I'm not in good health, if you touch me, I'll get sick faster than your father."

The wheelchair son paused in shock at his words.

Jiang Kuo was also shocked by himself, not to mention the past, but half a year ago, he couldn't even say such words.

——If you dare to touch me, I will send you to jail, and I have the final say on how long you stay. By Xing Pingping Yekuo Young Master.

This is what he can say, but now he has to think about this store, with several mobile phones facing him, he can't say some cruel words freely.

"Stop doing this," said the old man in the wheelchair, who was much calmer than his son, "I'm afraid of you?"

"I'm afraid of you, uncle," Jiang Kuo took out his mobile phone, clicked on the video recording, "I'll help you contact the hospital right now, if you really have a stomachache, don't delay, go for a thorough check first, no matter if there is any problem, check I will pay all the money, after all, we have been an old neighbor for decades." After speaking, he turned his phone around and recorded a circle, which made him feel more at ease that when he was in the old market, the old man was very popular No, it's even more bleak now, the assistants are gone, and there is only one son left.

Now is not the time when the market is crowded, the onlookers are all the bosses of the nearby shops, and they are basically members of Duan Feifan's social universe.

Just get things done quickly.

"Look, everyone!" The wheelchair old man yelled, "Not only did his beef have quality problems, but he also threatened the victim! He said he would beat me to death!"

"Who said that?" the owner of the dry goods store next door asked.

"He said it!" The wheelchair old man pointed at Jiang Kuo.

"Uncle," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm recording it. Every word we said is here, and I will leave it to the police uncle to judge later."

"Fuck you..." The wheelchair son pointed at him and walked over.

"Hand," an arm stretched out from Jiang Kuo's side, and lifted the wheelchair son's hand away, "Take it away."

"What!" The wheelchair son suddenly got excited, "Want to do it?"

"I'll give you face." Duan Feifei's voice came from behind Jiang Kuo's ear.

"Brother," Jiang Kuo pointed his phone at his son in the wheelchair, "You can't solve the problem with your hands. If the uncle really eats up his stomach, the hospital's diagnosis is the best evidence. The so-called problematic beef you bought is also ready for inspection. We have monitoring, we can find out when you bought it, if you bought it online, there will also be an order record, and the same batch of products can accept quality inspection..."

These words are unlikely to be of any use to the wheelchair father and son. They were originally here to find fault, but Jiang Kuo still has to say everything he said.

"Hey, thank you, put your phone away, thank you..." A person came out from the nearby shop, followed by seven or eight people.

This person made a bow to the onlookers, and walked over: "Put the phone away, thank you everyone...it would be bad if I touched it..."

Jiang Kuo glanced at Duan Feifan.

Duan Feifei also glanced at him.

Fan Jiabao and his big brothers with flower arms walked up to the old man in the wheelchair, bowed, and pushed the wheelchair away without saying a word.

"What are you doing! What are you doing!" The wheelchair father and son shouted at the same time.

"Go to the hospital," a flower-armed elder brother looked at his wheelchair son, "Why, don't you dare?"

"Get out of the way!" The wheelchair son didn't answer the question, but just squeezed over and grabbed the wheelchair.

"I'll see who dares to touch me!" shouted the wheelchair old man.

"You're shameless," Fan Jiabao walked around in front of him, hugging his arms, "They have scruples, but I don't. They dare to blackmail me on my territory..."

Fan Jiabao approached him and roared, "Who the hell gave you the guts!"

The old man in the wheelchair gave him a jolt.

"Who!" Fan Jiabao yelled, "I'll take you to the hospital together!"

The wheelchair father and son lost their voices. Fan Jiabao's fight was really a bit of a fight. At first glance, it was completely different from the state where the people in the Niusandao shop had to endure. They lost all confidence.

"Call them a car," Fan Jiabao said, "Where they come from, take them back to where they came from. Quick! What a fucking bad luck."

The corner of the wheelchair son's mouth twitched.

"If you dare to come again, I will whip you every time I see you," Fan Jiabao said, "Let me hear any rumors, whether it is on the Internet or anywhere, I promise to deliver it to your door! Count it on your heads! You better go home and burn incense to pray for them to prosper."

"Did you call?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Well," Duan Feifei responded, "This kind of thing can't be solved softly, so it can only be done hard, so that they don't dare to find fault again, but we can't do hard things, only Lao Fan."

The big brothers over there called a car, hurriedly moved the old man in the wheelchair into the car, stuffed the wheelchair into the trunk, and then stood neatly on the side of the road to watch him off.

Before the car drove away, Fan Jiabao had already walked back with a displeased face.

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo said.

"Thank you fart," Fan Jiabao glanced at Duan Feifei, "He won't let me do it, I'm so fucking aggrieved."

"That's enough, there's no need to do anything." Duan Feifan said.

"But it's okay, in business, this kind of thing will definitely happen," Fan Jiabao said, "Someone will always be jealous, and this is the proof that the business is done well."

"Thank you." Duan Feifei said.

"Don't keep learning from Jiang Kuo." Fan Jiabao said, "Where's your dad? I'll go say hello, I haven't seen him yet."

Dad was asked by Duan Feifan to stay in the back kitchen, and he cooperated very well and did not come out.

But it could be seen that he was very angry and couldn't hold back. When they entered the back kitchen, Dad was walking around in circles.

"Gone?" Seeing them coming in, Dad immediately asked, "Did you beat them up?"

"Let's go," Duan Feifan said, "No beating, no need."

Dad didn't speak, the anger was still burning on the top of his head, and there was a whistling sound when he gasped.

"This is Lao Fan." Duan Feifei introduced Fan Jiabao to him, "I told you that the landlord, the store and our house are all rented from him."

"Uncle Duan," Fan Jiabao greeted his father with a smile, "My name is Fan Jiabao, you can call me Xiao Fan."

"Hey, Jiabao," Dad nodded, "Thank you just now."

Don't call him Fan Jiabao.

This one is temporarily invalid in front of Dad.

"It's not a big deal," Fan Jiabao said, "I don't have to deal with some troublemakers in my shops, and I'm used to cleaning up."

The ability to make up a set with this mouth is very similar to Duan Feifan.

Jiang Kuo applauded him in his heart.

However, it can be seen that Uncle Duan's mood has been seriously affected. Even if the wheelchair father and son have been driven away, it has not caused any major impact. His mood is still very low. After chatting with Fan Jiabao and Duan Feifei, I went to sit next to the raw meat stall, leaning against the wall, and watched the old man arrange the beef.

"Are you okay?" Fan Jiabao asked Duan Feifan, "Does that man have a grudge against your father?"

"En." Duan Feifei responded.

"Then I understand." Fan Jiabao nodded, "I got into trouble in the store just after I came out, and I think I can't make it through...you go and persuade me."

"I can't persuade you." Duan Feifei said, "Let's wait for him to figure it out."

"As expected of a father and son," Fan Jiabao said, "Your personality is just like your father's."

"What's my personality?" Duan Feifei looked at him.

"Just..." Fan Jiabao thought for a while, "I can't tell, that's enough, I'm leaving, and I even invited someone to play cards."

"Playing cards at this hour?" Duan Feifei was speechless.

"Is there still a time limit for playing cards?" Fan Jiabao walked out through the back door, "Then you can just play if you want..."

Duan Feifei leaned against the wall and let out a sigh of relief. "The cripple will probably not come to make trouble again," Jiang Kuo said, "You have to let your dad know that it's not because he caused trouble, but because the cripple is that kind of person."

"He would say that he had to endure it and not cripple the crippled man, and it wouldn't be what happened today." Duan Feifei said.

"...You are worthy of being your own son." Jiang Kuo said.

A certain aspect of Duan Feifei's character is indeed exactly the same as Uncle Duan.

"Let me tell you one more thing." Duan Feifei cleared his throat, and leaned closer to him, "When I was just going out, it just happened to be..."

"What?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"My dad knows," Duan Feifei said, "it's about the two of us."

"...Ah!" Jiang Kuo was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and clicked his tongue, "Could it be that the reason why we are so depressed is because there are two of us here."

"No," Duan Feifei said, "He... is okay with this matter."

Jiang Kuo stood still for a while before speaking: "I'm suddenly a little embarrassed."

"Don't be embarrassed," Duan Feifei said, "Just do the same as before."

"I was quite embarrassed before." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei looked at him and laughed, and pinched his chin: "Why are you doing this, this is not your style, you should be justified and confident."

"It doesn't matter who it is or what it is," Jiang Kuo sighed, "Forget it, there is no other way, let's get used to it together, you can stay with your dad for a while, or..."

"No." Duan Feifei said.

"Nothing?" Jiang Kuo said, "You know what I'm going to say, don't you?"

"Or don't go back with you," Duan Feifei said, "No."

Jiang Kuo took out his phone and looked at it: "It's mainly because it's been a few days..."

"Isn't it the end of the month?" Duan Feifei asked.

"A person like Mr. Jiang can't be reliable when he says something like this. He told me at the end of the month that he wants me to feel that there is still time. It's not so urgent. If it's not so urgent, I won't blame him so much for his whimsy." Jiang Kuo said, "Then I guess you've slowed down, and I'll tell you that it's actually next weekend."

"It's okay," Duan Feifei said, "It's only a week away from the end of the month, and the end of the month can be counted as the end of the month."

"You really deserve to be Mr. Jiang's godson living in the folks." Jiang Kuo handed the phone to Duan Feifei.

Mr. Jiang's original words are—isn't the end of the month the end of the month?

Duan Feifei laughed for a while, leaning against the wall and laughing for a long time.

"Then I'll tell him that I'm going back next weekend," Jiang Kuo replied to Mr. Jiang, "All right."

After a few seconds, Boss Jiang's voice also came back: "Return alone or Xiao Duan also come to play together?"

"It's an artful question," Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue, and after thinking about it, he replied to Mr. Jiang, "I told him, I don't know if he will go or not. He is busy and not in the store."

When Duan Feifei heard his words, he immediately raised his eyebrows.

"I have to see." Jiang Kuo crossed his arms.

"I..." Duan Feifei wanted to turn around and go out.

"Stand." Jiang Kuo said, "Why don't you give me your phone."

Duan Feifan had no choice but to stand down. He stood face to face for two or three minutes, but the phone was silent. He heaved a sigh of relief: "Why..."

The phone rang.

"Hurry up, hurry up," Jiang Kuo immediately came over, "Look!"

Duan Feifei took out his mobile phone, and on it was a message from Mr. Jiang, who was remarked as Mr. Jiang.

[Mr. Jiang] Duan, give me a call today if you have time

"Oh hoo!" Jiang Kuo said.