Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

"What does this have to do with him?"

The man in the peaked cap pointed at Tang Yisheng and asked Zhang Kai.

Duan Xueyou was still too inexperienced. When he saw the police, he was like a mouse seeing a cat, hanging his head and not daring to utter a sound.

"It's okay, you can surround him and beat him up?"

"You resort to violence just because you don't like something? Who taught you to do this?"

Despite his young age, the man in the wide-brimmed hat had a sharp tongue.

"Your behavior is outrageous. If everyone acted like you, would honest people dare to go out on the streets? Alright, stop explaining. Come back with us, and we'll deal with this by having your family members come to the station."

Zhang Kai and Duan Xueyou had no choice but to follow the man in the peaked cap toward the intersection.

Through the gaps in the parted crowd, Tang Yisheng finally saw the distinctive lights of a police car flashing at the intersection.

A patrol car from the police (110).

What a coincidence that Wang Min ran into me at the intersection of Muslim Street!

Tang Yisheng looked at Wang Min.

Wang Min waved his hand at the peaked cap that had just reprimanded Zhang Kai and the other man.

"You know him?"

"He is my second cousin."

"Weren't you just here? When did you run out and call 110?"

Wang Min realized something was wrong when Tang Yisheng was pushed out of the crowd.

Wang Min knew about both the feud between Duan Xueyou and Tang Yisheng, and the fact that Zhang Kai was falsely accused of robbery.

She even suspected that Zhang Kai's robbery was actually a carefully planned scheme by Tang Yisheng.

The two people pushing Tang Yisheng are Duan Xueyou and Zhang Kai, so it's unlikely they'll let it go so easily.

Even without any follow-up, Wang Min couldn't guarantee that after they resolved the issue of overturning the table, they wouldn't deliberately pick a fight with Tang Yisheng.

Instead of passively defending, it's better to take the initiative.

Taking advantage of her flat and petite figure, Wang Min squeezed through the crowd and planned to call for help from the IC phone at the intersection.

Before they even reached the IC phone, they saw a police car patrolling by.

The people in the car even greeted her.

This led to the scene where Wang Min called for reinforcements to intimidate the crowd.

"You have quite a few relatives who are police officers."

The fat man muttered unintentionally.

Wang Min's family is in this line of work; her uncle works at the Jiefangqiao Police Station, and she also has a cousin who works for the 110 emergency hotline.

It feels like my house is full of police officers.

"So you come from a family of law enforcement officials!"

Tang Yisheng joked with a smile.

The four of them went back inside. The waiter took the cold meat skewers from the table to reheat them, and when he brought them back, there were many more fresh ones.

Horse mackerel, capelin, grilled shrimp, and plenty of lamb skewers.

"Did you get the wrong thing? We didn't order these."

Zhang Lei paused for two seconds after seeing the skewers placed on the plate on the table before looking up and asking in surprise.

She was a little distracted when she saw the group of people causing trouble.

Tang Yisheng glanced at those few murderers several times, but Zhang Xu and Zhang's father were not among them.

I don't know what Zhang Lei is so nervous about.

Later, when Tang Yisheng was surrounded and pursued, Zhang Lei shifted her focus.

Girls often feel helpless when faced with fighting.

Zhang Lei is an excellent student with high grades and good character, and she has no experience in dealing with this kind of thing.

Standing there stunned, her most unconscious and outward expression was her clenched fists.

Now that I'm back inside, I'm still getting distracted from time to time.

"They're yours, a gift from our boss."

"Oh, thank you."

Tang Yisheng picked up the conversation.

After the waiter put down the skewers and left, Tang Yisheng raised his disposable plastic cup: "Thank you also to Wang Min's second cousin."

Wang Min was taken aback, but then she understood.

I think Tang Yisheng is more mature than I imagined.

They were all the same age, in the same class and sitting at the same desk, receiving the same education.

As a result, some people have a better grasp of interpersonal relationships than I do, and do so faster and more accurately.

If Tang Yisheng hadn't reminded her, Wang Min wouldn't have even considered that it might be her second cousin.

"It's not necessarily because of that."

Wang Min said modestly.

"Yeah, maybe the boss feels bad that his thugs bullied Lao Tang."

As the fat man portioned out the skewers, he casually joked, "Who would have thought that Duan Xueyou and his cousin were actually lackeys of this barbecue restaurant?"

"Fatty."

Tang Yisheng suddenly shouted.

"What?"

"That's right, don't say that again."

Why?

"They open their doors to do business, and they entertain all sorts of people for business purposes. They also give face to their police friends for business purposes. We don't have that kind of face."

"Alright, alright, why are you saying all this? Since it's served, let's just eat it."

Wang Min didn't want everyone to continue this topic.

The young girl is easily embarrassed; praising her cousin is tantamount to praising her, which makes her feel awkward.

"Yes, yes, we might as well eat it, and it doesn't really count as eating it anyway..."

The fat man chimed in, then suddenly realized something: "Wait a minute, how do we count the sticks at the end?"

The unique feature of skewers in the provincial capital is that you can order by the number of items, but while you're eating, the waiters will also bring freshly grilled skewers from table to table and ask, "Do you want some?"

So when it's time to pay the bill, everyone will first hold the skewers together and count them.

"Let's eat first, and talk about it later. Anyway, even if the boss doesn't give us much, we'll still have to order more."

After exercising for a while, Tang Yisheng felt that eating twenty more skewers would be no problem for him.

It seems that the combined use of photographic memory and AI intelligence consumes more physical energy than ordinary memory loading.

He felt that if it continued for another three to five minutes, his stomach would probably start growling loudly from hunger.

really.

Mental work also requires physical support.

For happiness and for extraordinary "superpowers," one must train one's body.

There is no time to lose.

As expected, the restaurant didn't charge us when the meal ended.

While it was called an apology, Tang Yisheng knew the real reason very well.

"Wang Min, when you get back, don't forget to tell your second brother that the boss gave us a free meal!"

Tang Yisheng deliberately reminded Wang Min in front of Boss Ma.

Boss Ma grinned even more broadly.

Before leaving, he insisted on giving Tang Yisheng a bottle of Sprite, as refusing it would be considered disrespectful.

Isn't Wang Min's second brother just a 110 patrol officer?

Could he be hiding his identity?

Tang Yisheng instructed the fat man to give Wang Min a ride, while he drove Zhang Lei home.

The fat man thought it was Old Tang reminding him not to disturb the two of them, so he happily accepted the task and urged Wang Min to hurry up.

He couldn't appreciate Tang Yisheng's good intentions at all.

Ugh.

When will this fatso finally get it?

I have to wait until he graduates from high school before I can take him to the red-light district of Wangguanzhuang.

Those places are too low-class.

Tang Yisheng pondered.

If you really have no other choice, go to the "By the Water" bathhouse in Beiyuan, or the "Deep and Shallow Bathhouse" where Fatty once had his enlightenment.

By the way, I don't think the Shenqian Bathhouse is open yet, right?

Longitude 3 and latitude 8?

Has the 'Long-lasting Red' flower bloomed yet?

Ugh.

Tang Yisheng really went to great lengths for his good brother.

The car drove past the West Gate and turned into Furong Street.

"What happened to you just now?"

Tang Yisheng asked Zhang Lei.

"Huh? No, nothing's wrong."

Zhang Lei was still basking in the sweet feeling of sitting in the back seat of Tang Yisheng.

As night fell, a strange ambiguity began to brew.

"You seem to have something on your mind."

Tang Yisheng bluntly asked, "Were there any people you knew among those who were 'flipping the table' outside?"