dognovel Chapter 93 Did Xu Qingwan Cry?
Chapter 93 Did Xu Qingwan Cry?
Lu Zhaoye ran wildly towards the school gate, leaving Chen Ziniu far behind, who had already burned out.
On the way here, Niu Zi told me that the students from Class 7 saw the class monitor getting into an argument with someone in a small restaurant near the entrance, and it seems that he was even scolded and made to cry.
Lu Zhaoye frowned, anxious and impatient. He quickly ran outside the school. He had just finished eating, and his stomach was churning and he felt quite uncomfortable.
The small restaurant was easy to find. Xiao Zifang and his men surrounded it completely, while many others stood at a distance watching the spectacle.
Lu Zhaoye slowed his pace, took a deep breath, and instead of rushing into the small restaurant, he first walked to Xiao Zifang's side.
"Fatty, what's going on?"
Xiao Zifang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lu Zhaoye arrive.
"It seems the class representative didn't bring any money to the meal and the boss withheld it," the fat guy whispered, since Xu Qingwan was in the wrong in this matter.
But then the fat man angrily said, staring intently at a figure inside the small restaurant through the glass door.
"That fatso said some...not-so-good things to the class representative, and it scared the class representative to tears."
Lu Zhaoye's face was frosty, and he seemed to be deep in thought. He knew that the housekeeper always ate out, but how could she not have brought any money?
He nodded, patted Xiao Zifang on the shoulder, and then waved to his underlings behind him.
"Brothers, go back first. Thank you, brothers."
"Hey boss, you're too kind. We'll be going now..."
Then, Lu Zhaoye stood at the door for a moment, then whispered something in the fat man's ear.
Only then did he push open the door and enter the small restaurant.
Lu Zhaoye looked around. The small restaurant was very dilapidated. A menu covered in dirt hung on the wall in front of him, and the floor near the cashier was covered with black footprints due to water stains, making it look very slovenly.
Furthermore, there was a camera in the corner, pointing directly at everyone, but it didn't emit a red power-on light.
A middle-aged man in an employee uniform, who looked rather sleazy, stood behind the cashier, staring at them with a cold expression. He must be the owner of the store.
On the other side, a fat man with a freckled face and a buzz cut sat in a seat, one hand resting diagonally on the table and the other on his lap, his face full of arrogance as if someone owed him tens of thousands of dollars.
Only Xu Qingwan, dressed in her school uniform, was sitting in the corner, her messy hair draped over her shoulders. She looked up when she saw Lu Zhaoye enter, her eyes slightly red, as if she had just been crying.
On the table in front of her were overturned bowls and chopsticks, several potatoes stuck together, and soup dripping onto the table, running down the corner one drop at a time.
Lu Zhaoye put his hands in his pockets, walked in front of Xu Qingwan, shielding her behind him, turned around, and said very calmly,
"I remember this shop wasn't run by you, has it changed hands?"
Lu Zhaoye remembered that the owner of this restaurant used to be a woman in her forties. She was very kind and would always give him extra meat whenever he came to eat here. She had also praised his former boyfriend, Huang Mao.
Moreover, this shop was doing exceptionally well back then, and the environment was impeccable; it's nothing like the dirty and chaotic place it is now.
I just heard that something happened to her family a few months ago, which is why they sold the shop and replaced it with the current uncle.
The middle-aged shop owner stopped what he was doing, his brow furrowed slightly, and he made a muffled sound.
"Yes, they changed people. What happened?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhaoye didn't bother with further words and spoke directly.
"I heard my friend owes you money from a meal. I'll pay you back however much he owes."
The middle-aged shop owner thought for a moment, then held out a hand to him.
"five hundred."
Lu Zhaoye was taken aback. Was he crazy for money? Selling a few potatoes for five hundred?
"You're talking nonsense. I don't owe you any money."
Upon hearing this, Xu Qingwan rushed to Lu Zhaoye's side, her hand gripping his arm, trembling uncontrollably, her voice quivering.
"This is clearly fraudulent! You clearly marked the potato and ham stir-fry as ten yuan, but you charged me fifteen!"
Seeing this, the shop assistant started to argue, his voice suddenly rising a few decibels.
"This GG brand was set up by that woman before. What does it have to do with me? This shop is mine. I can set the price as I say."
"Besides, your boyfriend brought people to block my restaurant, which affected my business. What's wrong with asking for five hundred yuan?"
Startled by the uncle's shout, Xu Qingwan took a step back, her mind blank. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say, and gripped Lu Zhaoye's hand tighter.
Lu Zhaoye grabbed Xu Qingwan's wrist and once again shielded her with half of his body.
Xu Qingwan was already socially awkward, and now that her boss had pushed her to this point, she seemed genuinely furious.
Lu Zhaoye also realized from these few words that this old man was definitely the kind of unscrupulous merchant from later generations.
He still remembers that many college students in later generations had their digestive systems deteriorate because of the "tech jobs" sold by unscrupulous merchants. There were even merchants who sold rat meat to college students, which made Lu Zhaoye feel disgusted just thinking about it.
Just as Lu Zhaoye was about to speak, the arrogant fat man next to him suddenly spoke up quietly, his eyes fixed on Xu Qingwan.
"Young men, you all look like students, so you probably don't have much money, right?"
Having said that, he took out five hundred yuan from his pocket, slapped it generously on the table, and continued,
"Okay, I'll pay for your girlfriend's meal debt."
The fat man paused at this point, a lewd smile appearing on his face.
"But the money isn't free. How about your girlfriend comes with me to dinner and a movie after school tonight? What do you say, young man?"
Lu Zhaoye was so angry he laughed. He finally understood what the fat guy had meant by what he had just said. It turned out he was just a repressed loser.
He released Xu Qingwan's arm, put his hands in his pockets, and walked a few steps to the fat man. He couldn't make a move at school, but once outside the school gates, he didn't care.
He raised his leg and delivered a powerful kick, knocking the fat man to the ground.
The fat man's frame was so large that the table behind him couldn't bear the weight and collapsed instantly, spilling all the seasonings all over him, making him look like a bamboo shoot waiting to be slaughtered.
Lu Zhaoye stepped forward, placed his foot on his leg, and said coldly,
"Didn't you see all those people blocking the doorway? Are you too arrogant, or do you think I can't even lift a knife?"
The fat man lay on the ground, unable to get up, clutching his back and howling like a pig. His eyes widened in terror as he looked at Lu Zhaoye; he hadn't expected this boy to attack without warning. He quickly turned and said...
"Call the police, you old geezer! Didn't you see him hit someone?"
The middle-aged shop owner then realized what was happening, stood there, took out his phone, and pretended to curse along.
"You brat, you'll be heading to jail soon."
Lu Zhaoye glanced back, a slight smile playing on his lips, but ignored him.
He gave a wicked smile, then picked up a bowl of rice soup from another table that had escaped the disaster, and poured it directly onto the fat man's face.
Such people are always bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong; they are spineless and have a large frame but not great courage.
The fat man tried to get up, but Lu Zhaoye's legs were very strong, pressing him down so he couldn't move at all and could only watch as the noodle soup was poured onto his face little by little.
Lu Zhaoye's eyes were cold as he slowly spoke.
"Your mouth is so foul, I don't like hearing it. If I hear another word from you, I'll make sure you never speak again."
The fat man was completely convinced. He looked at Lu Zhaoye, who had his hands in his pockets, with fear in his eyes, and nodded while lying on the ground.
Lu Zhaoye moved aside, turned around to look at the middle-aged shop owner, and said with great interest,
"Did you make the call? Should I help you?"