Chapter 564: Feel It All Again (Part 1)

"Yes!" I don't know how many people who had the same idea in their hearts secretly gave Mr. Zhao a thumbs up.

They just dared to think so, but they never dared to say it. Mr. Zhao really spoke out what they felt. Unfortunately, the outcome has been predicted.

"Where did you come from? How dare you be rude to my mistress!" A voice shouted from the side, and suddenly there were more than a dozen waiters around Mr. Zhao and the four guards. Among them was the little waiter who had just served them food.

Bang bang bang bang, a series of sounds sounded one after another. Before they could stand up, the four tough guards were already beaten with rolling pins and towels. Even though they had all fallen down, there were still a lot of punches and kicks, and the four of them suddenly looked like adults.

Mr. Zhao looked like a respectable man. For a moment, the fists and kicks had not touched him, but two old men who looked like they were in charge had already walked over.

The two stewards were quite young, with deep wrinkles on their faces. What was strange was that they did not have a beard on their chins.

"Where did this little brat dare to be so rude to my wife in front of our family?" Before anyone arrived, the sharp voice of one of the stewards came over.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao! Hello, Mr. Chen!"

"Mr. Zhao, take care! Mr. Chen, take care!"

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As soon as the two stewards appeared, they were greeted by a wave of greetings, all of which were greetings. Everyone who spoke had a smile on their face. Arched hands. It was as if the two old stewards were closer than their biological fathers.

"The mark of Zhao Shangshu's family?" Before the steward came over, a waiter had already taken the family crest that the guard was wearing to the steward and presented it with both hands.

"It's up to you, Manager Zhao, to handle the affairs of your country, Manager Zhao!" Among the two managers, the one who had never spoken said anything. When he saw the family emblem, he lost interest for a moment and walked aside to mind his own business. Naturally, there was a waiter. He diligently gave the old man a chair to sit on.

"Could it be that you, little brat, are Zhao Qingyun, the son of the Zhao Shangshu family, known as the Four Young Masters?" Manager Zhao walked forward and came to Zhao Qingyun, Pi Tou asked.

"It's me, your young master!" Zhao Qingyun knew him upon hearing this. He started to tremble immediately, and was about to commandeer the guards who beat him up, when suddenly he received a heavy slap on the face.

"What kind of mess, Young Master, do you dare to sit down when General Manager Zhao is standing?" A waiter nearby slapped Young Master Zhao unceremoniously on the face, and instantly slapped all Young Master Zhao's people. It spun in a circle in the air and fell heavily to the greasy floor. []

From birth to now, Zhao Qingyun has never suffered such a crime. They are used to it in Zhao Guoguo. How could he understand the situation at hand? He didn't even consider what it meant when Manager Zhao called himself our family.

"You dare to hit me, are you going to die?" Covering his face, Mr. Zhao said a harsh word before he got up: "Damn it, I'm going to kill your whole family!"

"It seems that Zhao Shangshu's family is really neglectful of discipline. Today, I will take care of this little beast like you for him, so as not to cause trouble to the family." A grand master's chair had appeared behind Mr. Zhao, and Mr. Zhao gave a sharp blow. He lifted up his robe and sat down, saying with a frosty face: "Zhang Zui!"

Zhao Qingyun had just climbed up a little. Suddenly there was a foot on his back, and he stepped down on his body that had just climbed up a little. Then, my back felt loose, my arms felt painful, and I was twisted from both sides. He was pulled up from the ground abruptly.

A waiter held a straight spatula he found from somewhere and slapped Zhao Qingyun in the face.

Snap, snap, snap. After being slapped left and right continuously, Zhao Qingyun was uttering arrogant words at first. After a dozen times, his entire mouth and cheeks were swollen, and the skin was even broken and bleeding in some places. But the waiter with the palm had no intention of stopping at all, and was still pumping away wildly.

The severe pain made Zhao Qingyun finally realize that if he dared to be harsh with his words, he would suffer even more, and he calmed down for a while. Even the pain was so bad that I couldn't hold back and didn't dare to make a sound.

Sure enough, as soon as he shut up, the spatula opposite him stopped. The two hands that were twisting his arms also let go. Mr. Zhao's body softened and he lay on the ground again.

"You are so young, and you don't know how high the sky is, how dare you speak arrogant words here?" Mr. Zhao had a cup of fragrant tea in his hand. He took the lid of the tea bowl and gently lifted it a few times, then took a sip. He crossed his legs and spoke slowly.

"It's just a matter of being a minister of the Ministry of War. Even if you are the prime minister, you have to behave yourself and be honest when you come here." Manager Zhao just glanced down at Zhao Qingyun: "Today you are a first offender, so you will be given a lighter sentence." .”

Hearing the words "lenient sentence", Mr. Zhao finally felt a little relieved. At home, he had heard these four words often. Every time he got into trouble, his father would always give him a lighter sentence at the begging of his mother. As long as he said this, it meant that everything would be fine later.

"Break the legs and let their men pull them back to their own house." Manager Zhao didn't care what Mr. Zhao was thinking and said lightly: "It's really unlucky. It won't disturb everyone's interest in eating."

Zhao Qingyun was already on the ground. Should he be given a lighter sentence or break his legs? What if he was given a lighter punishment? While he was thinking, the two people behind him had already picked up two thick rolling pins and smashed them towards Mr. Zhao's thighs.

There was a sudden pain in both legs, and two crisp cracking sounds of broken bones came from Zhao Qingyun's legs. Mr. Zhao only let out half a scream before someone stuffed a dirty rag into his mouth and covered him. the sound of. Then, Young Master Zhao Qingyun fainted neatly.

"Everyone!" After dealing with Zhao Qingyun, the sitting manager Zhao stood up directly and bowed to the surrounding diners: "I'm really sorry, I, the Zhao people, are not strict in discipline and have caused trouble to you. Everyone today A jug of wine is given to the table as an apology."

"It's easy to talk about!" The people next to him seemed to be accustomed to this kind of situation. Besides, who dares to put on airs at this time? They all spoke kindly to Manager Zhao for a while, and then they each sat down and continued to eat and drink as if what happened just now had never happened. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)