After running out of the store, He Xiangdong was still so happy that he couldn't stop. He thought of the old man in the hotel and wanted to laugh, it was so cool.

The little fat man followed He Xiangdong, and he worriedly said, "Dongzi, will it be bad for you to do this?"

He Xiangdong said: "What's wrong with it? They didn't say it was bad when they cheated me yesterday."

The little fat man frowned and said, "I don't think they want to extort your money. I feel a little weird anyway."

After hearing this, He Xiangdong stopped and couldn't leave. He frowned and thought carefully. Yesterday, he agreed to the old man's challenge when he was very excited. Today, there was something wrong.

Seeing that He Xiangdong was deeply thinking, the little fat man also advised: "Dongzi, don't think too much, maybe there is really such a rule in the store."

He Xiangdong shook his head and retorted: "How is it possible? No store has such boring rules."

After a pause, he said suspiciously: "Why do I feel that the old man seems to be deliberately pulling me into a trap, as if he is asking me to make trouble for them on purpose."

"Ah?" the little fat man said in surprise: "Then they are not trying to harm you, you should tell Uncle Fang quickly, don't go to that store in the future. My father said there are many bad people now."

He Xiangdong frowned and thought for a while, saying, "It's not going to hurt me, and I don't have anything to let them harm me. Besides, everyone is from the neighbors on the street, so they won't do anything. In addition, I always feel that the old man in the hotel is not like a bad person, and he seems to have no ill intentions towards me."

The little fat man stuttered: "Then you just said they led you to the trap."

He Xiangdong shook his head vigorously and said, "Forget it, I don't know why. The soldiers come to block the water and cover the soil. I want to see what medicine they sell in the gourd."

The little fat man looked at him with some concern.

The two slowly walked back to the theater. After a while, the fat man's father, Shi Laosan, also came to take his son home. His business was negotiated today and he took a bus back to the suburbs in the afternoon.

The little fat man said goodbye to He Xiangdong reluctantly. He Xiangdong also said that the little fat man often comes to Tianjin to play with him when he has the chance. He will tell crosstalk here and ask the little fat man to come here as long as he comes, and he will definitely not have the ticket money.

The little fat man agreed happily, and Shi Laosan and the little fat man greeted Fang Wenqi who had left the scene, said goodbye, and left.

He Xiangdong felt a little lost. The fat man left and he had no playmate again. Fang Wenqi had no time to care about him. After a little rest, he went on stage with Yang San again.

Everyone in the theater was busy and sold most of the tickets this afternoon. Fortunately, the incident where He Xiangdong stopped acting did not have much impact, and the theater was still operating normally.

Lin Zhengjun hasn't seen anyone anymore. He has been traveling outside all day, mainly to clear the relationships above. There are several relationships he has been maintaining over the years, and now it's time to use them. I don't know if he can solve He Xiangdong's affairs as soon as possible.

At dinner time, Fang Wenqi and Yang San took He Xiangdong to a nearby small restaurant for dinner and ordered a few meat dishes. Their income is good now, so they don’t have to save as much as before.

After dinner, Fang Wenqi and Yang San took the time to rest, found a recliner in the backstage and lay down. There were still a few big jobs to prepare for in the evening and needed to be cared for in advance.

He Xiangdong remembered the interesting old man in the hotel again, his eyes rolled around and showed a wicked smile. While his master was resting, he slipped out. Before going out, he also found a small actor from the theater and said that he had gone to Dingfeng Restaurant. If he didn't come back too late, he asked him to tell his master that this child was also a sensible person.

The sky was already slightly dark, and the streets were filled with the pungent smell of coal smoke. At that time, the most used thing for everyone to cook was honeycomb coal. When a coal cake stove was strong, they would cook and cook water on it. It was also very convenient. When the fire was sealed, just insert the iron sheet into the vent under the coal cake stove. The temperature was also controlled. The larger the vent, the more prosperous the stove, it would be like a gas stove.

In that era, there were gas stoves, but most people were useless. The main reason was that the gas was too expensive and could not be used, and honeycomb coal was cheap. However, the disadvantages of honeycomb coal were also obvious. They were dirty and fragile, and they also occupied space. The sulfur dioxide content was too high, which was not good for people's health. Later, they were gradually eliminated.

After skillfully turning a few streets, He Xiangdong arrived at the door of Dingfeng Restaurant. He used a coincidence and ran outside the window on the side wall when the other person was not paying attention. He was short and stood up straight and couldn't see anything from the window.

The business in the hotel is pretty good today, and it's basically full. He Xiangdong could clearly hear the noise of eating outside the window. He held his wicked smile and cleared his throat.

The sound of "step and step" footsteps from far to near is becoming clearer and clearer.

"Woof, woof, woof," the fierce scream of the police dog came, "bang", mixed with a crisp gunshot.

The noise in the hotel was clear in an instant, and a needle could be heard. Several people held the wine glasses and fixed their bodies. The busy young man also stopped and looked around, his face full of suspicious expressions. The old man at the counter also raised his head.

"Brother, you run first, the police will chase you soon, I will break first," a sharp voice rang out quickly.

Another thick voice sounded: "Second, we killed people, we want to die, I can't let you break the back."

"Brother!!"

"Listen to me."

I don’t know what the man with the sharp voice appeared, but he suddenly said in surprise: “There is a restaurant in front of my brother, and there seems to be a lot of people eating inside. Let’s take them as hostages.”

"Well? Dingfeng Restaurant, good, good idea, second brother, do you still have bullets?"

"certainly."

"Bang bang bang" a few more crisp gunshots.

The sound of running "Tait" is getting closer and closer.

Everyone in the hotel looked at each other, and no one knew who shouted: "My god, my god!!!"

Only the whole audience realized that they ran out of the door with a smirking and howling. Someone fell down and didn't know the pain. He got up and ran out with a lame heart, but the time was not slow at all.

The young man was also anxious and quickly pulled the old man and said, "Dad, run away, the robber is coming."

The old man grabbed the young man's hand and said in a deep voice: "Don't be excited, this is an oral technique, not real, it is imitated by people."

"Imitation?" The young man was stunned.

The old man showed a smile on his face: "I didn't expect that he could even vent his skills. Although he hadn't reached the level of fake oral insulting the real thing, he was still quite excited."

"He?" The young man continued to be stunned.

This was He Xiangdong's voice floating from the window: "Hey, old man, have you seen my master's ability? What's your ability?"

After saying that, He Xiangdong turned around and ran away without stopping for a moment, and he was also afraid of being beaten.

The young man realized that he was furious at that time. All the business in the store was destroyed by the little bastard. He said angrily: "Little beast, don't run away, I have to kill you."

The old man grabbed the young man and said seriously: "Qingfeng, I don't allow you to touch that child's hair."

The young man couldn't help it at this time. He roared at his father, "What do you think you want to do? What are you doing with the child? Should we do business? Are you crazy?"

The old man laughed twice: "What are you going to do? Humph, I want to accept him as my disciple."

The young man was shocked and asked, "Do you want to teach him how to cook?"

Upon hearing this, the old man looked back and his face suddenly became extremely exciting.
Chapter completed!