American Comics: BOSS Invasion

“Innkeeper, please bring your best wine and dishes!”

The waiter greeted him, sizing up Guo Jing. The young man was dressed in furs and pelts, in the style of a Mongolian, but he had his hair tied in a Han Chinese topknot. The waiter knew he must be a wealthy man.

He greeted him with even more enthusiasm.

Guo Jing had just entered the pass. He had just run into the people from White Camel Mountain. Ouyang Ke's concubines coveted Guo Jing's spirited little red horse and wanted to snatch it to present to their master. The two sides had been entangled all the way to Zhangjiakou. It was there that Guo Jing became separated from his six masters.

He was already hungry. Smelling the aroma of food and hearing the waiter's enthusiastic greeting, he naturally walked into the restaurant.

With money in his pocket, Guo Jing was not at all shy. He confidently handed the reins of the little red horse to the waiter.

“Give my horse the best fodder!”

The waiter agreed repeatedly, his face beaming with joy.

A generous guest who could afford top-quality fodder was definitely not short of money. If he could get a few extra coins, it would be enough for the waiter to be happy for half a month.

Guo Jing looked down and felt a petite figure flash before his eyes. Immediately, two white, plump steamed buns disappeared from the steaming basket beside him.

The waiter suddenly turned his head and, sure enough, saw a familiar figure. He immediately chased after him in a fit of anger, shouting, “You little brat, it's you again! You always steal my steamed buns! Stop right there!”

Hearing the commotion outside, two or three more waiters ran out from inside. Everyone joined forces to encircle and intercept him.

However, the small figure was extremely agile, jumping up and down, dodging left and right. Although his speed was not fast, they just couldn't catch him.

The shopkeeper was furious: “Stealing my steamed buns again! Time after time, why don't you go to another shop? Why do you keep targeting me! Don't think you can take advantage of my previous leniency. If you don't put down my steamed buns this time, I'll expose you and have the Six Doors arrest you little beggar and give you a good lesson, so you won't cause trouble again!”

The little beggar stuck out his tongue in disdain, made a face, deliberately shook the steamed buns in his hand, and took a big bite.

“Oh dear, oh dear, you're making me so angry! Report him to the authorities, quickly report him to the authorities!”

The waiters were also furious. He always stole things in broad daylight, completely disregarding them. He was too arrogant!

One waiter turned around and rushed into the street, disappearing in a puff of smoke. The remaining waiters continued to play a 'whack-a-mole' game around the little beggar.

“Who cares about your broken steamed buns? They don't even taste good! Here, you can have them!”

The little beggar ran away, still in the mood to argue. He only took one bite of the white steamed bun and threw it far away.

A mangy dog suddenly rushed out from the street and pounced on it, devouring it.

The shopkeeper's heart ached. “Those were the best meat-filled steamed buns! What a waste, what a waste!”

Guo Jing was stunned for a moment. He had thought the beggar was just hungry, but he didn't expect him to only take one bite of what he stole and then throw it to the dog.

This made him unable to understand. However, it was wrong for several people to chase after one person.

Thinking of this, Guo Jing raised his voice and said, “Stop chasing him! Put it on my tab!”

Hearing that someone was paying the bill, the shopkeeper was overjoyed and repeatedly ordered the waiters to stop.

This was a restaurant, a place to eat. All the commotion was creating a lot of dust, and the shopkeeper himself wasn't having an easy time!

Hearing the order, the waiters reluctantly stopped, glared at the little beggar, and went back to work.

Guo Jing was just being kind and didn't want to have much contact with the little beggar, but instead of being chased, the little beggar came up to him on his own accord.

“Are you bored eating alone? Why don't you invite me to eat with you!”

Hearing him speak with a Jiangnan accent, Guo Jing felt very close to him and became enthusiastic as well: “Okay, I ordered a lot of food anyway, and I can't finish it all by myself.”

Guo Jing asked the waiter to bring another set of bowls and chopsticks. The waiter, seeing the little beggar's dirty appearance, was very unwilling. He took his time and lazily brought the bowls and chopsticks over.

The little beggar flared up: “Just because I'm poor doesn't mean I'm not worthy of eating at your restaurant. I'm afraid that even if you bring out your best wine and dishes, they might not suit my taste!”

The waiter sneered: “You want to eat a good feast? You've been causing trouble at our place time and time again. The shopkeeper has lost his patience and has already sent someone to report you to the authorities. When the constables come, you'll be eating prison food in jail!”

The little beggar was furious and glared coldly at the waiter.

The waiter clicked his tongue and squinted his eyes, saying: “This guest, let me give you a piece of advice. This kind of little wild child who has a father but no mother has long been as unruly as a mangy dog. He has no gratitude at all. You should keep a close eye on your purse and don't let your kindness lead to you losing all your travel expenses!”

Guo Jing was stunned by what he said. He turned his head to look at the little beggar, then looked at the waiter's mocking face, and simply said: “That, little brother, is just hungry, he's not that bad, right! Forget it, I won't argue with you. Bring me two catties of noodles, a catty of beef, and half a catty of sheep liver!”

“Wait a minute……”

“Who reported this to the authorities!”

The little beggar was just about to show off his gourmet culture and make things difficult for the snobbish waiter.

Unexpectedly, just as he said two words, he saw the crowd in front of him part, and several constables wearing blue uniforms and carrying sabers at their waists walked in.

A tall, thin man with a long face on the right side was shouting sternly, while a short, stout man on the left side was staring intently at the little beggar.

Qi Shan picked up a piece of stir-fried venison leg with his chopsticks, chewed it carefully, took a sip of wine, and turned his gaze back to the scene.

Sure enough, upon seeing the constables arrive, the shopkeeper hurriedly greeted them.

“Officer Xing, you've finally arrived! You have no idea how I've been living these past few days. If you don't stand up for me, I won't be able to do business anymore. It's him! It's him! He comes to cause trouble every day. He used to be sneaky, but now he's just outright robbing me!”

The shopkeeper pointed at the little beggar, his face full of excitement.

The little beggar glared.

Officer Xing said: “Is what Shopkeeper Tong said true?”

The little beggar snorted: “So what if it's true, and so what if it's not? It's just a few broken steamed buns. It's not a capital offense, is it?”

Officer Xing nodded: “It's not a capital offense, but you violated the 'Public Security Administration Punishment Regulations' for theft. Considering the minor nature of the offense, you will be temporarily detained for three months and will also have to compensate Shopkeeper Tong for his losses. If you don't have money, don't worry, the prison will arrange some work for you so you can earn some wages! Now, let's go to the yamen for a trip!”

The shopkeeper beamed.

The little beggar's eyebrows shot up, and he was about to flare up.

Guo Jing hurriedly stood up and said: “Wait a moment, it's just a few stolen steamed buns. We can compensate you with more silver, it doesn't have to be so serious as to go to jail, right! Shopkeeper, do you think this is enough?”

As he spoke, Guo Jing took out a small ingot of gold and placed it directly on the table.