What is Yang Qingfeng or Yang Cong doing now with a wooden stick into the restaurant? Are he going to rush in and beat him when he meets someone?

Of course not. He is not the one who turns out to be the naughty man. He will not do such a arrogant thing.

He wanted to use this to test. If the person who knocked him or his accomplices were still in the restaurant, he would probably show a panic expression when he saw his posture, so that he could be sure who did the good thing.

Unfortunately, when he walked into the restaurant, no one showed a panic expression. Everyone just looked at him in surprise, and some even subconsciously pinched their noses.

This guy is holding a shoulder pole for carrying manure in the backyard cottage. Many people know that, and people who have been in the backyard have basically seen it.

Everyone was having a meal and drinking, but this guy actually walked in with a pole carrying a manure. Isn't it even more fucking?

However, no one dared to come forward to ask him, and no one dared to scold him, because few people do not know the Yang family’s eldest son in Hui'an City. Even if they don’t know anyone, someone will warn him not to go up and mess with this spoiler.

The stick in his hand is not scary, what is scary is his family’s money. This guy’s family’s money is enough to kill everyone here!

Yang Cong was not discouraged when he saw that no one on the first floor showed a strange expression, because this floor was full of ordinary wealthy families, and he didn't believe that these people dared to knock him down, and those who dared to offend him should be on the second floor.

He just carried a shoulder pole to the second floor and walked towards the elegant seat where he had been drinking before, while secretly staring at the expressions of others.

The second floor is different from the first floor lobby. There are very exquisite large round tables on it, and each round table is separated by exquisite railings half a person high. There are also some flower and grass bonsai in the middle, which looks quite elegant.

At this moment, the second floor is almost full of elegant seats, with a lot of people, but no one showed any panic expression.

Could it be that the person who knocked on the stick has left, or the person who knocked on the stick has nothing to do with the diners in the restaurant?

It's unlikely.

Yang Cong slowly walked into the original elegant seat with a puzzled expression. There were about a dozen people in this elegant seat, but there were only three or four sitting next to the table. The others were their followers, so they could only stand aside with their hands hanging down.

His arrival immediately made the entire elegant seat not elegant at all, because he was holding a shoulder pole carrying manure.

Although the young men knew this shoulder pole, they did not dare to teach Yang Cong a lesson. As soon as Yang Cong came over, they stood up and asked, "Brother Cong, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Cong snorted coldly, sat directly on the main seat, then slapped the shoulder pole to the ground, shouting: "Hu Zi."

A burly and scary young man from the entourage next to him immediately came up and bowed, "Master, what are you asking?"

The tiger's name is Peng Fu, nicknamed Fat Tiger, and is his entourage guard. As soon as he was going to pee, he did not let Fat Tiger follow him, but he was knocked on a stick.

Yang Cong pretended to be angry and stuffed the shoulder pole into Fat Tiger's hand, then shouted: "Hold it."

Peng Fu stretched out his fingers as thick as a carrot, pinched the shoulder pole, looked carefully, and then thought about it, then said carefully: "My father won't let me carry feces, otherwise it would be bad for him to follow the eldest master in a stinky way."

This guy, don’t you just tell me if you don’t want to pick up feces, and your father will tell me.

This kind of relative is not an ordinary servant, because they follow the master all year round, which is equivalent to the master's right-hand man. Therefore, the master's relationship with relatives is generally good, even better than that of relatives. That's why Peng Fu dared to bargain with Yang Cong in such a tactful manner.

Of course, Yang Cong didn't ask this guy to pick up feces. He rolled his eyes and continued to shout: "Your father has never said that you wouldn't let me beat me up."

Beating someone is his job, and his responsibilities are just two words.

Who wants to bully the eldest master and beat him up?

Who do the eldest master wants to bully him?

Fat Tiger shook her head firmly and said, "I haven't said it."

That's good, Yang Cong raised his voice and shouted: "You've got the stick, and you're ready to help me beat me up!"

After saying that, he looked up and looked around.

His move is called "Shocking the Mountain", because he is not completely sure whether the person who knocks on the stick or his accomplices are in the restaurant. After all, some people have relatively strong psychological qualities, and it is very likely that they will not be scared by taking wooden sticks by themselves.

The effect of Peng Fu holding this is different, because this kid is obviously Kong Wu's powerful type. It is normal to knock people to death with a wooden stick as thick as an arm in his hand. If the person who just knocked him on the second floor, he would probably be so scared that he would tremble.

Unexpectedly, there was still no one on the second floor who showed a fear expression. Most people looked here for no reason, and some even showed a gloating expression.

Could it be that the person who knocked him down really left?

He asked unwillingly: "Monkey, is anyone here just following me to the thatched cottage?"

The monkey is named Hou Zhitan, nicknamed Shouhou, and is also his entourage, but it is not a guard type, but a master type, that is, a person who helps him come up with ideas.

Hou Zhitan, who had a thin face in his entourage next to him, heard this, immediately came up, pointed his finger behind him, and then said softly: "The two strong men in black clothes over there, one of the young masters stood up and followed him to the backyard soon after they got up."

Hey, there are really people on this second floor who follow me to the thatched cottage.

However, the table that Hou Zhitan pointed out was not easy to mess with, because the table was Wang Rui, the son of Wang Fu, the county magistrate, and the sons of several gentry families in the county. Although these guys were not as rich as him, they were all descendants of Hui'an's more famous gentry, and their power was not worse than his family.

These guys are indeed a bit suspicious, because not many people dare to offend me in Hui'an City. Apart from the county magistrate, there are only these guys.

However, they have always been like water without plaguing the rivers. Why do these guys suddenly want to knock on themselves?

Yang Cong looked at the table diagonally opposite him curiously. He knew Dian Li's son Wang Rui and several young masters from the gentry family, and there was also a young man in the gorgeous clothes whom he didn't know. At this moment, these guys were looking at him with mocking faces.

Is this expression really what they did?

If it were Yang Cong who had been young and troubled before, he would probably have asked Peng Fu to go up and beat him up now. These guys are not easy to mess with, but it does not mean that he dares not mess with him. He almost got rid of his head. What else can you dare to go up and support them!

However, at this time, "Yang Cong" was no longer the original Yang Cong. He did not immediately ask Peng Fu to take action. Instead, he asked several rich young masters at the same table and said, "Who is wearing flowery clothes? Do you know them?"

In fact, the young master at that table was not wearing floral clothes, but the colors of the clothes were a bit bright. The rich young masters at the same table knew who he was talking about, but they didn't know that guy. The rich young masters shook their heads and said they didn't know.

There is something strange about this. No one knows it. Where did this guy come from?

This guy looked like a playboy, and Wang Rui nodded and bowed in front of him. He should be very famous. Could it be that this guy is the son of a vagrant official in the mansion?

He was wondering, when Wang Rui suddenly bowed his hand to the young master in flowery clothes and said: "Young Master Chen, do you know that Lu, Liu Bei's mount, can understand people's words. One day, Liu Bei was in danger and was full of words in panic. It seemed like he was making an article. No one else understood it. Only Lu understood his intention and carried him to escape from heaven. People at that time praised him and said, "The horse's knowledge!"

"Ma's Knowledge!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Hearing this table, several young men laughed unscrupulously. The young master Chen in the gorgeous costume stared at Yang Cong and mocked: "Ma Zhizhang, right! Is this him a mentally retarded? A villain actually wants to climb the eldest lady of the Zhang family in Dongling. He doesn't know what kind of virtue he is urinating."

When Yang Cong heard this, his eyes narrowed.

Damn, so arrogant!
Chapter completed!