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Wu Song!

Unexpectedly, he met Wu Song here. Zhang Zhengdao was so happy that he threw away the chopsticks in his hand, got up and hurried upstairs.

There are also some tables, chairs and benches placed upstairs to entertain distinguished guests.

However, everywhere you look, the ground is in a mess, cups and saucers are scattered all over the floor, and a good restaurant has been beaten into a state of dilapidation.

Looking further forward, I saw a big man, swinging his huge body, clenching his fists, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, making circles with his feet, staggering around, making some starting gestures, and shouting: "Again!"

This big man is obviously Wu Song.

Not far away, an old man with white beard and hair was slumped on the stairs from the second floor to the third floor. He burst into tears and cried: "Wu Song, please kill me. This month, you will come here every now and then."

After drinking, the little old man asked himself, I have never treated you badly, so why do you do violence, hurt others, and make trouble while drunk every time after drinking."

The old man is the shopkeeper of this restaurant. He was just doing the counting upstairs when he heard a loud noise downstairs and hurried downstairs to check.

Then he saw Wu Song having a dispute with three county government officials who were having a drink, and started fighting.

Wu Songsheng was so tall and powerful, and had been taught by famous teachers, that he was very good at boxing and kicking. With only three punches and five kicks, he knocked the three of them to the ground like a mortal, and then pushed the three of them along the way.

At the top of the stairs, throw it downstairs.

Wu Song was still drunk at this moment, as if he was crazy. Zhang Zhengdao did not dare to get close to him, but just stood and observed him from a distance.

The restaurant owner was still crying and roaring bitterly. Ever since Wu Song returned to Qinghe County, every time he had a drink, he would only come to his house instead of anywhere else. Drinking would cause trouble, and making trouble would hurt others.

My own restaurant is on the verge of closing due to the disturbance caused by this crazy man. It is really unsustainable.

When he thought of this, the old shopkeeper was so angry that he fainted and fell unconscious.

After Wu Song had just performed a set of boxing skills, he was sweating all over his body, and his drunkenness also dissipated a lot, and his eyes regained a trace of clarity.

Zhang Zhengdao saw that he was standing firm, and then he dared to speak: "Brother Wu, have you ever expressed your inner unhappiness?"

Wu Song looked up and saw a man with red lips and white teeth standing at the top of the stairs, not daring to come near.

"Who are you? Do you want to bully me?" Wu Song waved his hand, gesturing for him to come forward and accept the attack.

Just kidding, how dare Zhang Zhengdao come forward? This crazy man's huge fist can kill a tiger, but his small body may not be able to withstand his punch.

"Brother Wu, you are a hero. Who dares to bully you?" Zhang Zhengdao smiled and said, "Go and get drunk. Brother, I have something to discuss with you."

Wu Song swayed his body, leaned forward and backward, and took two steps forward.

Zhang Zhengdao thought that he was still going to beat someone, so he didn't dare to let him get close. He was anxious and wanted to turn around and go downstairs.

Wu Song only used the jade ring step that he had learned all his life, and then he got behind Zhang Zhengdao, hugged his neck, and shouted loudly: "What do you want to discuss with me?"

This strong man was not light, and the pressure on Zhang Zhengdao's back was so strong that he could not breathe. Fortunately, he did not hit anyone. He could only look at Wu Song who was close at hand, and said with a smile on his face: "I'm looking for the second brother Wu."

, naturally we have good things to discuss."

Wu Song breathed out a breath of alcohol, his eyes were like cold stars, and asked again: "What good thing can you tell me?"

Zhang Zhengdao was held in his arms, his posture was quite ambiguous, but he couldn't care about that much at the moment. If this drunk man was not clear-headed, he raised his fist and gave him a blow, he might have to go to see Sen Luo Dian.

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"Brother Wu, please rest for a while. After you're over the drunkenness, I'll talk to you again." Zhang Zhengdao still smiled.

Wu Song was angry. He was so angry that he raised his fist and was about to hit him.

When Zhang Zhengdao saw him raising his fist to fight, he was so frightened that he was so scared that he shouted in desperation: "I want to learn martial arts from my second brother Wu, and I will pay him five guan of silver every month, and I will have enough drinks."

Wu Song didn't hear clearly before, but when he heard that the drink was enough, he stopped his movements instantly, took a breath and said, "Are you serious about what you said?"

Zhang Zhengdao nodded quickly: "Second brother Wu, don't worry, five coins a month will be a lot of money."

Wu Song smiled, tightened his embrace, and said, "Enough drinks?"

Zhang Zhengdao understood it clearly and confirmed: "Second brother Wu, don't worry, there is enough wine and water, you can eat as much as you want, as much as you have, you can eat as much as you have."

Wu Song withdrew his arm, stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Zhengdao on the shoulder, laughing and saying, "I accept your errand."

Zhang Zhengdao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Wu Song had regained his composure, and then said: "Second brother Wu, please sit down and sober up. I'll ask the shopkeeper to prepare some sobering soup for you."

Wu Song waved his hand, signaling no need.

Zhang Zhengdao found a long bench that was intact, placed it behind him, and helped him sit down.

Then he turned around and went downstairs, calling the waiter to make sober soup.

On the first floor, the three men had already been helped up by the shop assistants. Each man was lying on a long bench, moaning and groaning. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

"Man, man, your shopkeeper is in a coma, come and save him." Zhang Zhengdao called to the man who was cleaning up the mess.

Upon hearing that the shopkeeper was unconscious, the waiter dropped the dishes and hurriedly followed Zhang Zhengdao to the second floor.

Just now he was hiding below and didn't dare to go upstairs. Now that he heard that the old shopkeeper had fainted, he couldn't care less and hurried upstairs.

Zhang Zhengdao asked the waiter to help the old shopkeeper up, while he stretched out his right thumb and pressed the old shopkeeper's philtral acupuncture point hard.

After a long while, the old shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief and woke up.

Looking at the worried store clerk, the old shopkeeper cried bitterly: "San, how are we going to live like this in the future?"

But the clerk shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "Shopkeeper, please be patient, you didn't break many things."

Zhang Zhengdao smiled at the side and said: "Shopkeeper, don't worry, I will compensate you for how many things Brother Wu smashed."

The shopkeeper was still crying. He didn't care about the smashed tables, chairs, and benches. What he felt bad about was that Wu Song came here every day to drink, make trouble, and hurt people, so much so that he scared away the diners and left him with no business.

Zhang Zhengdao shook his head and glanced at Wu Song. Seeing that he seemed to have fallen asleep with his eyes squinted, he said to the waiter in the store: "Go and get a bowl of hangover soup."

Seeing that the old shopkeeper had nothing to do, the waiter went downstairs to make the hangover soup.

Zhang Zhengdao sat next to the old shopkeeper and suddenly asked: "Shopkeeper, I want to ask you something, do you want to sell this restaurant?"

The old shopkeeper's eyes were filled with tears. Hearing that Zhang Zhengdao wanted to buy his restaurant, he shook his head and refused: "No, no, this is a family heirloom of a young man. How can we sell it so easily."

Zhang Zhengdao chuckled: "Shopkeeper, if you don't sell it, then I will invite Brother Wu here to have a drink every day."

When the shopkeeper saw that this young gentleman was smiling but so vicious, he became stubborn and said, "If you don't want to sell it, I won't sell it."

At this time, Wu Song opened his eyes, stared as big as an ox, waved his fist, and roared: "You old man, you are so ignorant. If you don't sell it, I will tear down your bird shop."

Zhang Zhengdao took advantage of the situation and gave the price: "Eight hundred dollars."

The shopkeeper looked at Wu Song, who was shaking his fists in demonstration, and then at Zhang Zhengdao, who was smiling. He had a bitter look on his face, and after a while he gritted his teeth and said, "I will admit defeat when I meet you in this life, Qian Guan."<

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"Deal!" Zhang Zhengdao slapped his palm.