After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

Lin Ye stood in the center of the coffee area, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and flicked off the ash.

"Everyone will receive a reward of one thousand today! Everyone present will get one."

Ash lowered the wrench from his shoulder, and his fluorescent green rooster-like head curled upwards along with his wide grin.

The group of energetic young men behind him simultaneously slammed their weapons to the ground. One of them even hit his own foot with a wrench without complaining, busy patting each other on the shoulder with his companion.

The blond-haired man jumped out from behind the folding table and grabbed Su Xiaonuan's neck.

Su Xiaonuan stumbled half a step as she was pulled by her.

Hua Tui took out his phone again, hesitated for a moment, and then put it back.

The green-haired and pink-haired girls hopped around together, their ear loops rubbing together in a mess.

Qi Liuhai lowered his head and made a note in his notebook.

"Brother is giving out bonuses, a thousand each."

Shen Qing and Shen Na stood side by side behind the coffee counter. The two sisters looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

Guo Erjia stood next to the folding table.

Her eyes were red; she hadn't shed a single tear in front of Guo Dapao just now.

Looking at these cheering sisters, I could only manage a few words.

"Brother, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Lin Ye looked at her.

He reached out and placed his hand on the back of her head, gently pushing her forward.

"Just for you calling me that, it's worth it."

Guo Erjia's forehead bumped into his collarbone, and the tip of her nose brushed against the collar of his T-shirt.

She buried her face in his chest for a while, then let out a muffled "hmm".

She straightened up, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and turned to get the toolbox on the table.

Lin Ye turned to look at the coffee table.

Shen Qing had already tied her apron, and Shen Na was tying her loose low ponytail back up.

"Shen Na, Shen Qing, make some delicious food to calm Erjia down."

Shen Qing nodded and took the unopened bag of Yirgacheffe from the shelf.

Shen Na rolled up the sleeves of her knitted cardigan to her elbows, revealing her two fair and slender forearms, and turned to get the light cream she had just bought yesterday from the freezer.

Yellow Hair immediately raised his hand and shouted.

"I want to eat Sister Shen Na's tiramisu."

The woman with the flower-like legs added a comment from the side.

"I want to eat Sister Shen Qing's matcha mille-feuille."

Green-haired and pink-haired people shouted at the same time

"We want to eat everything."

Guo Erjia was squatting next to the toolbox, organizing wrenches. When she heard the group of people reciting the menu, she looked up at Shen Qing and Shen Na.

"Don't make it too complicated."

Shen Na turned to look at her.

"No trouble at all. I'll make whatever you want to eat today."

The noise in the training ground's coffee area was gradually replaced by the steam from the coffee machines and the hum of the whisks.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the poplar grove, casting shimmering patches of light on the folding table.

Guo Erjia sat at the long table with a latte that Shen Qing had just made in front of her.

She picked it up and took a small sip.

The blond-haired man peeked over from the side, his honey-brown twin ponytails sweeping across the table, and asked a question in an extremely serious tone that almost made Guo Erjia spit out her coffee.

"Erjia, why didn't you fight back when your dad used to hit you? You've never lost a fight."

Guo Erjia raised her hand, rolled up her sleeve to her shoulder, revealing her entire tattooed arm.

"When I got this koi fish tattooed, the tattoo artist asked me if it hurt. I said it didn't hurt, it was much lighter than when my dad beat me. He never thought about where he hit me, he hit my face, my stomach, my back, whatever he could grab. He never hit my arms. He said if my arms were injured, I wouldn't be able to work."

The blond-haired man fell silent.

She pulled her head back and leaned against the back of the chair.

Guo Erjia reached out and patted the back of her head. The force wasn't strong, but the sound was loud.

"It's all in the past. Now I have my brother, you guys, and the Mars Team. My dad won't come again. If he dares to come again, I'll have Xiaozhi block the door with the biggest wrench."

Xiao Zhi sneezed in the modification workshop.

Meanwhile, in a small restaurant in an urban village, Guo Dapao was sitting on a plastic stool in the corner.

Guo Dapao covered the slap mark on his face, with a glass of cold, cheap liquor beside him.

"Yang Er, Liu San, you two are such bastards! You ran away! I was getting slapped in the face over there, and you two were running faster than rabbits! And you called yourselves brothers? What a load of bull!"

Bald Yang Er spoke in an extremely impatient tone.

"What the hell do you know? Those punks didn't know their own strength. Didn't you see that wrench with the rooster-headed guy? That thing could break bones if it hit someone. And that kid in the tight suit, those two slaps he gave you were so smooth, he's obviously trained. What good would it do us to fight him head-on? Do you think we can win? We should retreat first and think of something else."

Liu, tall and thin

"I think that young man is rich. Look at that training ground, it's huge, with a racetrack and a modification workshop, and so many students. Just those 'ghost cars,' even a top-of-the-line one must cost a thousand or two, right? How many are parked in the yard? At least dozens. And that coffee shop, so many people. I bet he has at least a million. A million, just think about it, how many years could that be enough for you to gamble?"

Guo Dapao's hand, holding the wine glass, froze.

"Yang Er, Liu San, what are you trying to do?"

Yang Er touched his bald head greedily.

"We'll give you some money to spend. Your daughter won't give it to you, but her boss must have plenty, right? That training ground is so big, how much does it make in a day? We don't need much, just a few hundred thousand, enough to last for a while. We'll find the opportunity. We'll split it among the three of us, you take the lion's share, we'll take the smaller share, it's fair and reasonable."

Liu San nodded vigorously beside him.

"Exactly, that's called wealth distribution. Your daughter's boss drives a BMW, and what do we drive? Flip-flops. Is that reasonable? No, it's not. We're just redistributing what's unfairly distributed, it's only natural."

Guo Dapao picked up his wine glass and downed it in one gulp.

The cheap liquor burned from his throat to his stomach, and he slammed the glass on the table.

"But that kid is not someone to mess with. You saw it yourself, the look in his eyes when he slapped me didn't even blink. And there were too many people with him, that guy with the mohawk, those tattooed guys, and so many women, none of them looked like good guys."

Yang Er leaned back in his chair and spoke in an extremely confident tone.

"But what? Let me tell you, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Think about it, your daughter is determined to be with that guy now. If you go back empty-handed this time, you'll never get a single penny out of her again. You raised her all these years, you deserve some return, right? If you succeed this time, you can take the money and run away to some unknown place to continue gambling. If you fail this time, at most you'll get slapped a couple more times. You've already been slapped, what are you afraid of?"

Guo Dapao touched the slap mark on his face.

He clenched his back teeth, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched twice.

Then he picked up the bottle and refilled the three glasses, raising them up.

"Damn it, the bold get rich, the timid starve. Cheers!"