The waiter in the kitchen rushed in and yelled a few curse words, then ran out quickly.
In the kitchen, the old chef in a dirty apron lowered his head and cut the fruit quickly with a kitchen knife.
A watermelon was cut open, and then the head of an eggbeater was inserted into it to stir, stirring the melon flesh into juice, and then stuffed with a handful of ice cubes, and garnished with seven or eight strawberries.
That’s it for a so-called signature special price fruit ice drink.
There are several such ice drinks placed on the table in front of you.
The workers outside quickly ran in and quickly took out the things that were ready on the table.
The old chef took a breath, walked to the side door next to the kitchen, took out a cigarette and lit one.
"Sukayu, don't take a rest. There are a lot of guests tonight! Old man, don't be lazy!" the worker yelled and cursed from behind.
The old chef didn't look back and just gave a middle finger gesture.
These outside waiters and waiters are naturally in a hurry when they get tips.
But what does this have to do with myself?
Cutting watermelons and making these things, the wages are the same whether making one or a hundred.
This is a small restaurant near a tourist attraction in Bangkok. It does some seafood barbecue and cold drinks in the evening.
Very busy at night.
He is not a great chef...just a helper in the kitchen.
A small shop like this can't afford to hire a chef. The chef is actually responsible for cooking the barbecue, and the barbecue rack has long been set up outside the shop.
At the moment, there is only the old man in the kitchen, and his job in the evening is to cut watermelon to make the signature drink, or cut the fruit plate.
After smoking a cigarette, the worker outside came in again and urged me angrily. This time the old man did not refuse because the boss also poked his head in and looked at me with dissatisfied eyes.
The old man came back, cut the watermelon with a kitchen knife, and then threw the pot out like a fried dough stick: "There are not enough strawberries! Let someone wash it quickly!"
The boss was indeed fooled and cursed a few words to the worker. The worker was unhappy but had no choice but to obey.
After a while, a large pot of strawberries was brought in. It was obvious that the so-called cleaning was just a trick. It probably meant rinsing it with a water pipe after putting it in the pot.
The old man didn't say anything. It wasn't for himself anyway.
With the sword in hand, several signature drinks were quickly prepared, and nothing happened this time.
The old man walked to the door of the kitchen and secretly looked at the business in the store.
Business was very good at night, the boss should be very happy.
The small shop was already full, and the pergola and tent tables outside were also full, and two temporary tables were even added.
The store's business was not big, and the owner couldn't afford to hire singers and bands to stay in the store, so he used the stereo to play music.
Occasionally, there will be some artists with guitars on their backs looking for business. For those customers who are enjoying their drinks, some will generously pay a little money to order songs.
The old man hid in the shadow behind the kitchen door and watched quietly for a while.
Because of the rapid development of China's economy in recent years, there has been a boom in Southeast Asia travel. Especially places like Thailand are full of Chinese tourists.
The same goes for the small restaurants in the evening, which are mostly filled with Chinese tourists.
Even those singing artists cleverly began to cater to the preferences of Chinese tourists and began to learn Chinese songs.
Under the pergola outside the shop, a local singer was playing a Chinese song hard, but the Chinese song was out of tune. The old man squinted his eyes and listened twice before he realized that the song was "Heart Is Too Soft"
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"Sukayu! Come out and help!"
The boss yelled a few times and pointed to a table in the store that was being turned over.
The old man rolled his eyes, but turned around and went into the kitchen. After a while, he came out holding a plastic basin.
He put the leftovers on the table and the cutlery into the basin, took out a rag to wipe the table, and then limped back to the kitchen with the basin in his hands.
Yes, limping.
Nightlife in tourist cities lasts until very late.
At around three o'clock in the night, the old man finally finished his work in the kitchen.
The store is already empty of customers.
The boss has also gone back to rest, and two female workers in the back kitchen are working hard to wash several pots of tableware and dishes piled high.
Sukayu said hello to the proprietress at the counter and limped out of the store.
The restaurants on this street are all for tourist business, and most of them are already being prepared at this time.
The old man limped forward slowly along the shops on the street, as if his body was hidden in the shadows.
The street lights are basically 10 out of 10, and the government is too lazy to repair them if they are broken. Anyway, at night, the neon lights of these street-facing restaurants and pubs are enough to illuminate the streets.
It's just that now that the shops have closed, the streets have become dark.
After walking for a few minutes, the old man turned two corners and entered a small alley. The trash cans on the roadside stank. The old man shrugged his nose and quickened his pace a little.
In front of a row of dilapidated houses, the old man walked up the rusty stairs to a small door at the end of the third floor, took out the key from his pocket and entered.
The room is not big, only about ten square meters.
A bed, a shabby wardrobe, and an electric fan.
There is also a small, worn-out, old-fashioned picture tube TV set at the foot of the bed.
Closed the door.
The old man took out a bottle of beer from the basin on the ground.
There is no refrigerator, so the beer that has been soaked in cold water for a day is still barely acceptable.
He turned on the TV casually and adjusted a station with the best signal and the least snow. The old man leaned on the bed, squinted his eyes, and occasionally took a sip of beer.
After a while, after finishing the beer, he put the beer bottle on the ground, leaned forward, and closed his eyes.
At dawn, the old man was obviously made uncomfortable by the light coming from the window. He turned over twice and then stood up.
The old man sighed, turned off the TV, and turned on the electric fan.
Although it's still hot, the air has circulated a little bit.
After staring at the ceiling for a while, the old man turned over, stood on the bed, hooked a wooden board on the ceiling, and pulled out a small old iron biscuit box from the top.
After opening it, there was a stack of banknotes inside. There were Thai coins, Chinese coins, and small US dollars.
After carefully counting it again, the old man looked at the time and kicked all the money into his pocket.
He got up and took out a clean T-shirt from the closet and put it on.
When changing clothes, he took off his dirty clothes and the old man took a look at himself in the mirror.
Ugly scars can still be clearly seen on his skinny body.
He stretched out his fingers and touched a scar. The raised flesh was slightly red. The old man raised his eyebrows, put on his clothes, and turned around to go out.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the old man jumped off a motorcycle, threw a few coins to the driver, turned around and ran into a small alley.
When I came out of it, it was ten minutes later.
The old man looked much more relaxed. He lowered his head and walked out of the alley, but was soon stopped by several people on the street.
Several young people in floral shirts surrounded the old man, and soon, a car drove up to the roadside.
There was a trace of anger in the old man's eyes, and he clenched his fists.
But soon, the other party lifted up his clothes, revealing a knife and even a gun stuck in his waist!
The old man squinted his eyes and unclenched his fists.
Soon, the person was pushed into the car, and then the car drove away. Several young people on the roadside also quickly dispersed, as if nothing had happened.
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"Where are the people?"
Chawang roared angrily at his subordinates.
The subordinates were mumbling and stammering explanations...
Chawang cursed harshly.
In fact, he was a little cautious.
He concealed something from Chen Nuo: He was looking for the old man in the photo. After Chen Nuo left, Chawang did not give up the search.
Instinctively, Chawang felt that this matter was not simple. It must not be simple to be able to attract people with abilities to look for him.
Maybe there is some benefit in it.
Even if I am not qualified to fight for anything, but I am a local snake, it would be good if I could find someone, hold it in my hand, and use it as a bargaining chip to exchange for some benefits to that mysterious youngster with abilities.
The local snake is indeed a local snake. After mobilizing his men to search with all their strength, they still found out some information.
Chawang's men found five or six people who were similar to those in the photo, and eliminated some useless targets one by one: they had clean financial status, a clear background, and some were simply locals.
Yesterday, my subordinates got the news.
I got a clue from a dealer in fake documents. An old man ordered a fake document. From the photos, he looked somewhat similar to the target person.
In the afternoon, Chawang sent someone to go and sure enough he caught the old man and took him into the car.
However, on the way back, another trap appeared.
A car accident.
Of the three men in the car, the driver broke his neck and died on the spot. The other two men were unconscious.
Only the old man who was taken into the car escaped.
Chawang, who had lost his army and lost his generals, immediately realized that he might be roasted on the stove!
Concealing the information and acting secretly, it would be okay if someone is caught.
But now he has escaped! What if that mysterious ability user finds out and feels that he is deliberately ruining his affairs...
Or if you think you are plotting something.
Chawang angrily kicked his subordinate in the office seven or eight times, and then had the unlucky subordinate dragged out.
After smoking two more cigarettes and calming down, Chawang sighed.
There is nothing we can do... Since someone found out about it afterwards and came to take revenge, it would be better to kneel down and lick her as soon as possible.
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Chen Nuo received Chawang's call an hour later.
After getting the news before, Chen Nuo left a phone number for Chawang to contact him if he found anything else.
It belongs to the three poles of having jujube and not having jujube.
I didn't expect that there would actually be a sequel.
When he received the call from Chawang, Chen Nuo was waiting in the hotel.
Of course the one waiting is that old pervert Son of the Sun!
This LSP, Chen Nuo wanted to find him after returning to the hotel yesterday, but to his surprise, he was not in the hotel, and he didn't know where he went.
Chen Nuo does not have the contact information of Son of the Sun, and Vanel cannot be contacted now.
However, LSP has not checked out yet, luggage and other items are still in the hotel, and people should come back.
Chen Nuo simply threw the gray cat into LSP's hotel room and waited, telling the gray cat that LSP would hold him back no matter what when he came back.
Then Chen Nuo went out and went to the hospital to see Chawang.
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It's said to be a hospital, but it's actually just a small private clinic.
It is a stronghold owned by Chawang himself. After all, he is the boss of the underground. There must be a place like this. It is inconvenient to go to a regular hospital for some shady injuries.
The small clinic is located on the second floor of a shabby small building in a slum area.
There are only three rooms inside and outside.
The doctor also has one.
Chen Nuo looked quite friendly to this doctor: he had a bald head and a sinister look on his face.
Looks more like a butcher than a doctor.
When Chawang met Chen Nuo, his attitude was very respectful and his posture was very low.
Cha Wang told Chen Nuo that his men found clues about the old man in the photo, and when they were following him, they took the initiative to arrest him. (When Chen Nuo heard this, he just sneered and said nothing, while Cha Wang hurried away with a guilty conscience.
(Change and continue)), he was caught, but on the way back, he got into a car accident and ran away.
After hearing this, Chen Nuo's expression remained unchanged and he nodded.
Chen Nuo understood immediately when he heard what subordinates were taking the decision without authorization.
This cunning, cowardly and greedy local snake must have thought there might be some benefit in this matter and wanted to reach in and get some chips.
Without taking advantage of Richard Wang's flattery, Chen Nuo personally checked the two injured people and the body.
The two injured people are still unconscious.
After the inspection, Chen Nuo frowned and fell into thought.
The unlucky driver who died had his neck broken, which was the result of the gravity impact.
The problem is that when driving in urban areas, the speed will not be that fast.
And the two injured guys...
"The ribs on the right side were stabbed with a sharp instrument..." Chen Nuo sighed: "The other party did not intend to kill anyone, otherwise, if the position was slightly off, the liver would have been pierced.
and……"
Chen Nuo thought for a while and shut up.
Chawang whispered: "Did that old man do it?"
"Yeah." Chen Nuo recalled the location of the injury.
It probably happened during a fight in the car.
If General Denis's men were found, the place where they took action should be outside the car, and the location of the injury would be different.
This second brother Fang is quite capable.
"I also heard other information. This guy is hiding in a small restaurant and working part-time. This kind of small restaurant has a mixed crowd. The owner doesn't do much business, doesn't care much about his ID, and doesn't pay much.
I sent people to inquire about it, and I also threatened the boss severely, but he didn't dare to hide it and told me everything.
This old man went to work in his store last month and has been working for less than a month.
I lived in a place nearby.
I also sent people to search the residence, but nothing was found, just some rags and other things, without any clues."
"Where are the documents?" Chen Nuo asked, "Didn't he find someone to buy fake documents?"
"Um...yes."
Chawang handed a stack of things to Chen Nuo: "The guy who gave false evidence gave me the bottom plate. They are all here."
Chen Nuo took it, looked at it, and sighed.
This second brother Fang... seems to be preparing to return to China!
Working for a month...
People appear suddenly...
So, can we speculate that Brother Fang escaped from some special situation a month ago?
This also explains why he has not contacted his family for more than ten years.