The fat man wanted to hit his head on the table leg and die.
The sky is so big, the earth is so big, what evil have I done? I'm so dizzy, why do you have to wake me up?
With a "pop", the fat man didn't care about dignity or face, and knelt down in front of Qin Shaojie.
"Brothers and sisters, please stop eating. It will take up more than half of my annual turnover. If I eat more, I will go bankrupt."
The fat man was crying with runny nose and tears, hoping that God would open his eyes and touch the few people in front of him.
After Qin Shaojie heard what the fat man said, he looked at the dinner plates and empty beer bottles in front of them, and then he understood what the fat man meant.
Feeling: This guy is the boss. He is scared to see the four of them eating too much.
"Okay, okay, get up." Qin Shaojie pulled up the fat man who was still kneeling on the ground and said with tears in his nose. "You are really stingy. I won't let you eat before you are full."
"Master, you are the master." The fat man nodded quickly and bowed. "I'm going to invite you to this meal. Please do me a favor."
"Forget it, forget it." Qin Shaojie waved his hand and took out two or three thousand yuan from his Qiankun bag for a long time.
"Here, I'll give it to you. I don't know enough, but I only have so much cash now, so I'll make do with it."
Qin Shaojie was a kind-hearted person. Although he was getting food that didn't cost much, he couldn't let others lose their money. So, he took out all the cash he had and gave it to the fat man.
Now is not the time to be generous. The fat man immediately took the money from Qin Shaojie's hand, nodded and bowed with gratitude, and told Qin Shaojie and others that they had a Bodhisattva heart and that the Living Buddha was still alive, which made Qin Shaojie feel a little embarrassed.
Although the money was a little less, the fat man at least felt a lot more comfortable.
"By the way, boss, let me ask you a question." Several people were walking towards the door, but Qin Shaojie turned to look at the fat man and asked.
The fat man was shocked and thought to himself: Do these people still want to eat? It's over, it's over, now the consequences will be heavy.
His heart was bleeding, but the fat man still forced out a smile that was uglier than crying and said, "You ask."
"Is there a cafeteria near here?"
One sentence immediately stirred up a thousand waves of noise and exploded in the crowd.
It's strange that these people in Qing Dynasty have eaten so much and they're not full yet. It's strange.
Many diners took out their mobile phones, digital cameras, etc., and began to take pictures of the pile of dinner plates and beer bottles on the table where Qin Shaojie and others were sitting, and then took pictures of Qin Shaojie and others.
They thought that if they sent this to a newspaper, they might be able to earn a fortune in information fees.
"Yes, yes, absolutely yes, how could it not be possible?" After hearing Qin Shaojie's question, the fat man nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, feeling relieved.
Send these people away quickly. Since they are not full, let them go and harm others.
As he said that, the fat man kindly sent a few people to the door, pointed to several cafeteria signs not far away, and pointed out the location to Qin Shaojie.
It wasn't until he sent away these living food buckets and returned to his office that the fat man's feet went weak and he sat sweating profusely on his leather chair. The leather chair was instantly wet with sweat seeping out of his clothes.
Already.
This day has become a day of shame for him, and it will make him wake up from nightmares when he thinks about it all his life.
…
Qin Shaojie had a quick meal for a few days and was almost finished. Although he asked the fat man, he didn't go to other cafeterias again.
Bei Mingzhan and the others didn't even have any money with them, so Qin Shaojie had no choice but to ask around, then found an ATM and took out several thousand dollars, otherwise he and the others would really have to fly back with their swords.
"After we have had enough wine and food, should we go back?" Qin Shaojie looked at the three of them and asked for their opinions.
"I have no objection." Bei Mingzhan nodded.
"I don't have any objection either." Dou Ruomei said. "Let's go back quickly and just take a plane. I don't know why, but now I really want to eat spicy crayfish."
"Damn it, you're a foodie." Qin Shaojie said with disdain. "You are a woman, please pay attention to your image, okay? Don't show your teeth when eating, be polite, and eat in small bites."
Dou Ruomei rolled her eyes and didn't bother to argue with Qin Shaojie. She thought to herself, I didn't know who it was just now, that mouth turned faster than a blender.
"Brother, what is an airplane?" Que'er, however, didn't care about such issues as eating and drinking. She looked at everything on the street and looked at Qin Shaojie with curiosity and knowledge on her face and asked.
"Ouch." Qin Shaojie slapped his head and let out an ouch.
How could he forget the sister he recognized?
What to do about this? Looking at the bird, Qin Shaojie felt worried.
He had learned from the past. Women like Ling Fang, Qiu Ruo, Lingyue and Qinglu had all made more or less big and small jokes when they first came to this secular world.
He also knew that this woman in the spiritual world really couldn't afford to be hurt.
Now he just hopes that Que'er won't do anything outrageous, and he will be like Amitabha.
"This..." Qin Shaojie thought for a while and said. "Qier, airplanes are the means of transportation nowadays. They are just like carriages in the past. They are also similar to sword flying in our spiritual world. They all fly in the sky.
It’s just that we are stepping on the sword, and the plane has to sit in it.”
"Oh, it turns out that airplanes are magical tools used by people in this secular world." Que'er suddenly realized. "Then I need to see it."
Just see what you see, Qin Shaojie thought to himself, as long as you don't let the plane poke a hole out.
The four of them walked around the street for a while without resting. After Qin Shaojie told Que'er some rules and precautions in the secular world, he hailed a taxi and went straight to the airport.
Except for himself, the other three people did not have ID cards and could not fly, so Qin Shaojie's S.H.I.E.L.D. ID came in handy again.
The leader of the airport even came down personally to help Qin Shaojie and others go through the formalities, and they were all first class.
After getting on the plane, Bei Mingzhan and Dou Ruomei were fine. It was not the first time for them to fly and they were no strangers to airplanes. However, Queer's face was full of curiosity, curiosity about new things, and excited little face.
All red.
Qin Shaojie once again explained the principles of airplanes to Que'er, which satisfied Que'er's thirst for knowledge.
Soon, the stewardess's voice came over the radio, announcing that the plane to Beijing was about to take off.
After a series of engine roars and vibrations, Qin Shaojie looked at the increasingly blurry buildings outside the window and sighed.
"Master, I'm finally back."
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