Cannon fodder: The villain is forced to resign

Ming Sui and Song Lin's eyes collided, their eyes darkened. Instead of answering Song Lin's words, they changed the topic, "Who gave you the news that I was here?"

Song Lin finally straightened his face, took out his cell phone with his right hand, and tapped his fingers with his left hand on the armrest beside him, lazily and seriously, "I sent someone to check. I bought a mobile phone card casually on the street. The clues were interrupted, so I can't continue the investigation."

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"There is no way to continue the investigation?" Mingsui was noncommittal, "So you still found something."

Only when he finds something that hinders or even threatens him can Song Lin stop. Otherwise, given Song Lin's temperament, he would not be able to let anyone control him.

Song Lin smiled and said, "It seems that the people behind this are a greater threat to me than you are."

Knowing his family history, and even knowing that he wet the bed at the age of three, who is Made?

Qi Yuan rubbed her nose after being talked about, and sat aside to listen to the police teach the three yellow-haired men a lesson and ask them to apologize to her.

Qi Yuan looked out the window and saw that the sky was already dark. It was not that it was too late, but that the winter evening had drawn down the night too early, showing his unique spirit of showing off.

Winter is suitable for rest and leisure.

Qi Yuan took the tin box and saw that there was not a penny left in it. She said with a cold face, "The money is gone."

The policeman's eyes were sharp, staring at the three yellow-haired men with a sense of oppression, "Did you do it on purpose, or did you forget?"

Qi Yuan's tricycle was surrounded. It was visually estimated that there were twenty or thirty vehicles, all of them black.

[Ding dong~ Big Tonic and the male protagonist have appeared~ Please complete the task as soon as possible. 】

A small three-wheeler drove slowly under the street lights, gradually entering the colorful lights. The bustling shops contrasted with the cold crowds on the street.

Song Lin's eyes were raised, and the tears at the corners of his eyes were tempting. He stood beside Ming Sui and cast a seductive look at Qi Yuan, "Little boss, I'll have a bowl too."

"Why?" Song Lin's eyes were slightly obscure, "How about I give you double the amount?"

Ming Sui ignored Song Lin and walked towards Qi Yuan. Seeing this, Song Lin followed closely, as if he was watching a show.

Song Lin crossed his arms across his chest, leaned against the car door, and shook his head at Ming Sui, "Do you like this?"

Qi Yuan drove a tricycle out, intending to earn back the ten steel coins that were robbed.

Mingsui slowly put the noodle bowl in and took out his mobile phone. "Would you like to add WeChat? I will transfer the money to you so that we can contact you when we eat noodles in the future."

"Yes, yes!"

"Mingsui, your vision is very poisonous."

In the end, the police failed to file a case against the ten steel pails, so they comforted Qi Yuan and let several people go.

Qi Yuan drove the tricycle and pulled the zipper all the way. The cold wind could not penetrate into his neck, and his hands were shrunk in his gloves. Although it was still a little cold, he felt inexplicably at ease.

Earning money by selling noodles is not as fast as buying a bowl and placing it on the ground to beg.

"How much does a bowl of noodles cost?"

Mingsui's expression did not change. He bit off the noodles and put down his chopsticks. His voice was hoarse and he said, "Do you have a bag? I didn't eat tonight, so I plan to take it home to eat."

Ming Sui is interested in it, he wants to snatch it away~

Qi Yuan glanced at Song Lin without taking a closer look, and began to prepare the ingredients for making noodles, "I won't sell them to you."

"Six... ten steel balls."

Qi Yuan put on gloves and operated steadily. The steaming noodles were put into the pot, creating a warm firework in the cold winter.

[Host, it’s too cold in winter, why not go home? There are roasted sweet potatoes to eat.]

[Host, although Big Tonic has countless luxury cars, you only have a small three-wheeler. Although Big Tonic earns millions every minute, you can’t earn more than ten yuan a day, although...]

After he got his wish and added WeChat, Mingsui didn't stay long. Wu Yangyang's people got in the car and left quickly, leaving Qi Yuan with a mouthful of exhaust fumes.

【……】

"Suddenly I felt the gap in life."

The night market is close, and there is another street corner.

Song Lin praised him for the rest of his life. Unexpectedly, he saved not only 20 yuan, but also a life. On this day next year, he will visit Ming Sui's grave, burn paper, and let Ming Sui go down there and be poor.

Bar.

"You talk too much."

Based on his trust in Xiao Sanlun, Mingsui picked up a few noodles with chopsticks in front of everyone. The pungent smell made Mingsui feel resentful, but thinking about the reputation of stinky tofu, maybe these noodles are also smelling stinky.

Fragrant.

Qi Yuan jumped on the tricycle and smashed the system away.

"Not for sale."

"..."

Pour sesame oil into the pot, beat the eggs and duck eggs in the pot, boil the Sichuan peppercorns until they bloom, and add some meat foam and dregs, scallion leaves, coriander and ear roots, and pickles and cabbage are stewed in one pot.

"I want a bowl of noodles."

Mingsui silently stretched out her hand and took the noodle bowl. It should be... delicious? After all, she is in this business. As for the method, maybe it is a unique way to attract attention?

The university's confession wall calls out the name of the confession wall and engages in a series of things that have nothing to do with confession, such as gossiping, cursing and cheating on people.

At the level of a host, if she goes to the university snack street to do business, if a customer eats once, she will have to go to the confession wall.

Qi Yuan took out a bag and handed it to Ming Sui.

What's so strange? She's just an ordinary little girl, at most she's pretty.

Her skills can definitely dominate the market.

Song Lin paid more attention to Qi Yuan, guessing that Qi Yuan might have some attractive qualities, such as... being simple, kind and considerate?

Putting it in their mouths, everyone's eyes became more focused, staring closely at Ming Sui's expression, not missing a single bit.

The three yellow men scratched their heads with a wry smile on their faces, "Uncle policeman, we were robbed... He was riding a motorcycle, and we couldn't catch up with him in a three-wheeler."

Song Lin's suspicion at the beginning, then his rejoicing, and his final sigh of relief all depended on Qi Yuan's fierce and fierce operation.

"Don't delay my earning of steel."

The male protagonist of this world doesn't seem to be a good person.

"The university's snack street and night market should have a large number of customers."

The alarm clock on Qi Yuan's cell phone rang, exactly ten minutes later. Qi Yuan quickly cut off the fire and scooped out the noodles, her dark eyes filled with anticipation that could not be ignored.

[Hey~This world is a villain-type male protagonist~]

The car door opened, and dozens of men in black came out, all wearing black sunglasses, cool~

Qi Yuan moved her arm and turned the tricycle around a corner. As soon as the tricycle turned the corner, Qi Yuan saw the blocked street and silently jumped off the tricycle.

Another Huang Mao explained, "Actually, there were only ten steel coins in the tin box. The robber didn't notice. After grabbing the steel coins, he threw the tin box back."

Always give people a chance to do good.

Song Lin looked at Ming Sui and wondered why his voice had become hoarse. No matter how much he liked the little boss, he couldn't lose his temper. Although they were not good people, they were not perverts either.

Although life is a bit difficult, she can definitely become rich with her skills.

【……】

Even if the host didn't drink fake wine, he would dare to think so.

After Mingsui got in the car, he blew the bottle of red wine in the car. After finishing the bottle of red wine, Mingsui nestled in the seat, half-closed his eyes and pursed his lips, as if he had been tortured.

Song Lin secretly opened the bag, picked up a handful of noodles, and wrinkled his nose. But thinking of Ming Sui's reaction, these noodles should be delicious, maybe like snail noodles? It smells bad and tastes delicious?

Thinking like this, Song Lin put the noodles into his mouth.