Please answer Naruto

The phone rang twice, and the supervisor coughed lightly and stepped aside knowingly.

Zhang Yuchao picked up the phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. He was a little surprised. He glanced at the revelers under the window and slid open the call button.

"Hello?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone at the sound of car wheels passing by and the faint sound of wind, and then the fluctuating current brought a voice over.

"Hello, is this Mr. Zhang Yuchao?"

The voice was quite young, and Zhang Yuchao felt familiarity in his heart unconsciously, and there was also an inexplicable premonition that slowly extended from somewhere in the distance. He held it down, leaned against the leather sofa, maintained a slightly tilted boss posture, and picked up the a cup of tea.

"I am, who are you?"

"Uh..." The young voice on the other end seemed unsure of what to say, "Um, do you still remember that night?"

The lines are a bit strange.

Zhang Yuchao raised his eyebrows and shook off the incoherent gay annoyance. Yes, it was an impressive voice, and he specifically hinted in his heart that he wanted to remember it.

During the integration, Zhang Yuchao's eyes changed slightly, and the teacup was brought to his mouth.

"That day you were beaten, and I was the one who called the police..."

When his premonition came true, Zhang Yuchao straightened up suddenly, "Are you the little brother who saved me?"

In this irritable night, good news suddenly came, and his mind became clearer. He looked at the teacup in his hand, his expression changed, but luckily he didn't drink it.

"No, I just called the police..." The scene of the young boy easily knocking down a dozen gangsters that night is still vivid in my mind. There must be a little sense of loyalty in this journey. Zhang Yuchao is both practical and reciprocal, and he also has the ability to connect with high-ranking officials. Human excitement. He put down the teacup and stood up. The flattering supervisor over there didn't know the situation yet, so he could only stand awkwardly at the door, pricking his ears secretly.

"No, no, what's the point of calling the police? Little brother, you... your real skills that day were really great!" Afterwards, Zhang Yuchao lowered his tone, as if he was talking about folk secrets.

"It's not real Kung Fu, you made a mistake..." The other side was still modest. Zhang Yuchao's emotional intelligence was not low. He understood that this was someone hiding his clumsiness. That's right. The true inheritance of martial arts was hidden, so there must be some taboo among the masters. .

"Hey, let's not talk about it. I will never tell anyone about what happened that day, I understand!" Zhang Yuchao didn't have the temperament of a Qing Gang boss at this moment, even though he was in the business, rarely involved in force, and usually acted like a manager wearing a suit. Both factions were more or less aggressive, and the supervisor looked on with surprise, which completely subverted all three views.

"It's necessary to express your gratitude and express your feelings, little brother... It's not too much to treat you to a meal. From the sound of your voice, you are outside, somewhere in Yongcheng. I will send a car to pick you up right away."

"..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and Zhang Yuchao realized for a moment that he had been abrupt. It was already early in the morning, and even if he was outside, he might be busy with something. He had to choose a good time to hold a banquet to thank him for seizing this relationship.

It was hard to stop the overflowing water, and I secretly regretted it, but the other party spoke.

"Okay, I'm in the city center, but the special car is free. I can come here by myself. I also have something to do with you..."

"Oh, that's great, I'm in the city center too." Zhang Yuchao breathed a sigh of relief and followed the topic and smiled, "Wherever my little brother is in the city center, I'll pick a good place nearby."

There were a few clicks of footsteps on the phone, "This is the Dawn Bar."

"Oh, Chenxi Bar..." Zhang Yuchao smiled, and then stopped talking. He was at Chenxi Bar. What a coincidence, right?

Zhang Yuchao quickly walked to the large single-sided glass and looked down at the crowd below.

"I just came out of Chenxi Bar, where are you?" The plain words suddenly made Zhang Yuchao feel bad again.

"Uh, well, I'm also in the Dawn Bar..."

"Ah?" The young master was also stunned.

Zhang Yuchao coughed and said uncertainly: "Little brother, are you... drinking with friends at the bar?"

Coming to a place full of entertainment and entertainment late at night seems inconsistent with the image of a low-key ordinary student.

"No, I work part-time."

"Oh, it turns out I'm working part-time..." Zhang Yuchao maintained his inner image of an aloof and reclusive heir, but the next second his voice rose again, "Working?!"

"Yeah, but it's okay. I just got fired."

"..."

This is very embarrassing. Zhang Yuchao felt a little ridiculous. He glanced at the corner of the rest area that was chaotic a few minutes ago, and then turned his head numbly. The door supervisor still had a confused expression on his face. The facts made him gradually realize the whole process in an irrefutable manner, and he opened his mouth.

…

Yu Xiaobai hung up the phone, thought for a while, and then shook his head. The enthusiasm of social people is indeed very social.

The night wind blew, and he turned around and walked back to the Dawn Bar. The apertures of the street lights were crossed one by one, and the city became a little quieter. There were no stars in the sky. For the past week, the night of this street has been full of sensuality and entertainment, and entertainment to death. But at night after twelve o'clock, except for the pink color shining through the curtains, the noise was already very small.

He calmly repeated this path just like when he walked out of the bar. In the distance, the door of the bar with high-end decoration was opened, and many people poured out. In the uneven light, some were familiar and some were unfamiliar.

The man in the lead walked over quickly with a hurried look on his face. He took a closer look and saw that there was no blood on his face, so he was a man in a suit.

The night was as cold as water, and the man awkwardly stretched out his hand in the small open space. The door of the bar in the back was open and noisy, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"So you're the boss."

…

In the end, things developed into a result that no one expected.

There are various forms of group portraits, and it goes without saying that each one is complicated. But for Yu Xiaobai, apart from accidents, it has nothing to do with him. He just wants to establish a simple and uncomplicated line with the people of society, and help the gangsters to speed up their internal conflict. Speed, but getting paid makes you, me and him happy.

The leader of the Qinggang Gang, known as "Brother Yu", complained about his injustice and made all kinds of indignant confessions. However, Yu Xiaobai's too cold and uninterested response made him resentful. Asking for trouble.

At the end, Yu Xiaobai hinted at "economic difficulties" and "paid labor" in a few words, which made the social leaders stunned. Then it was a surprise, and he opened his hands to express a warm welcome.

The messy and speechless night passed like this. Many people would be sleepless for various reasons. Yu Xiaobai returned home and solved a problem on his mind. When he woke up, the story in the bar melted away with the rise of the sun.

…

On Friday, the fun sports meeting was in full swing at Yongcheng No. 1 High School.

"No. 109, it's your turn."

Scattered students watching the theater filled the entire playground. In a very popular event, athletes lined up to step forward one by one. The teacher held the writing board, and his feeble voice passed through the air. No one responded. The athletes and the crowd were restless for a while. The teacher tapped the pen and repeated impatiently, "No. 109! Is anyone here?"

With one hand raised, a handsome young man walked out slowly.

I'm reminded of the first twenty chapters of Shuke's book...this part of the city is not very well written.