"Yes!" I don't know how many people who had the same idea in their hearts secretly gave Mr. Zhao a thumbs up.
They just dared to think so, but they never dared to say it. Mr. Zhao really spoke out their feelings. Unfortunately, the end was already expected.
"Where did you come from? How dare you be rude to my mistress!" A voice shouted from the side. Suddenly, there were more than a dozen waiters around Mr. Zhao and the four guards. Among them, the waiter who had just served them was also there.
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Bang bang bang bang, a series of sounds sounded one after another. Before they could stand up, the four tough guards were already beaten with rolling pins and towels. Even though they had all fallen down,
There were still a lot of fists and kicks, and the four of them suddenly looked different.
Mr. Zhao looked like a respectable man. For a moment, the fists and kicks had not touched him, but two old men who looked like they were in charge had already walked over.
The two stewards were quite young, with deep wrinkles on their faces. What was strange was that they did not have a beard on their chins.
"Where did this little brat dare to be so rude to my wife in front of our family?" Before anyone arrived, the sharp voice of one of the stewards came over.
"Hello, Mr. Zhao! Hello, Mr. Chen!"
"Mr. Zhao, take care! Mr. Chen, take care!"
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As soon as the two stewards appeared, they were greeted by a wave of greetings, all of which were greetings. Everyone who spoke had a smile on their face and held their hands. It was as if the two old stewards were closer than their biological fathers.
"The mark of Zhao Shangshu's family?" Before the steward came over, a waiter had already taken the family crest that the guard was wearing to the steward and presented it with both hands.
"It's up to you, Manager Zhao, to handle the affairs of Zhao Kingdom!" Among the two managers, the one who had been silent until now saw the family emblem, lost interest for a moment, and walked aside to mind his own business. Naturally, there was a waiter.
He diligently gave the old man a chair to sit on.
"Could it be that you, this little brat, are Zhao Qingyun, the son of the Zhao Shangshu family, known as the Four Young Masters?" Manager Zhao walked forward and came to Zhao Qingyun, Pi Tou asked.
"It's me, your young master!" Zhao Qingyun trembled as soon as he heard that he knew him. He was about to commandeer and accuse the waiters who beat up his guards, but suddenly there was a slap in the face and he was hit directly.
A hard slap.
"What a mess, Young Master, how dare you sit down while General Manager Zhao is standing?" A waiter next to him slapped Young Master Zhao unceremoniously on the face, instantly slapping all the young Master Zhao's people.
It spun in a circle in the air and fell heavily to the greasy floor.
From birth to now, Zhao Qingyun has never suffered such a crime. He is used to running rampant in Zhao Guoguo. He still can't understand the situation in front of him, and he doesn't even consider what Manager Zhao means when he calls himself our family.
"You dare to hit me and you will die?" Covering his face, Mr. Zhao said a harsh word before getting up: "Damn it, I'm going to kill your whole family!"
"It seems that Zhao Shangshu's family is really neglectful in discipline. Today, I will take care of this little beast like you for him, so as not to bring trouble to the family." A grand master's chair had already appeared behind General Manager Zhao, and General Manager Zhao gave a sharp blow.
He lifted up his robe and sat down, saying with a frosty face: "Zhang Zui!"
Zhao Qingyun, who had just climbed up a little, suddenly felt a foot on his back, and stepped on his body that had just climbed up a little. Then, his back felt loose, his arms hurt, and he was twisted from both sides.
Live. Pull him up from the ground.
A waiter held a straight spatula he found from somewhere in his hand and slapped Zhao Qingyun in the face.
Bang bang bang bang. He slapped the left and right sides continuously. At first, Zhao Qingyun was uttering arrogant words. After more than ten times, his entire mouth and cheeks were swollen, and the skin was even broken and bleeding in some places. But
The slapstick waiter had no intention of stopping at all, and was still beating him wildly with shovel after shovel.
The severe pain made Zhao Qingyun finally realize that if he dared to be cruel with his words, he would suffer even more, and he calmed down for a while. He even suppressed the pain and did not dare to make a sound.
Sure enough, as soon as he shut up, the spatula opposite him stopped. The two hands twisting his arms also let go. Mr. Zhao's body softened and he lay on the ground again.
"You are so young, and you don't know how high the sky is, how dare you speak arrogant words here?" Manager Zhao had an extra cup of fragrant tea in his hand at some point. He took the lid of the tea bowl and gently lifted it a few times, then took a sip.
He crossed his legs and spoke slowly.
"It's just a matter of being a minister of the Ministry of War. Even if you are the prime minister of the dynasty, you have to behave yourself and be honest when you come here." Manager Zhao just glanced down at Zhao Qingyun: "Today you are a first offender, so you will be given a lighter sentence.
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Hearing the words "be given a lighter sentence", Mr. Zhao finally felt a little relieved. At home, he had heard these four words too. Every time he got into trouble, his father would always be punished by his mother's pleading.
It's easy to offend yourself, as long as you say this, it means that everything will be fine later.
"Break both legs and let their men pull them back to their own house." Manager Zhao didn't care what Mr. Zhao was thinking and said lightly: "It's really unlucky. It won't disturb everyone's interest in eating."
Zhao Qingyun was already on the ground. Should he be given a lighter punishment or break his legs? What if he was given a heavier punishment? While he was thinking about it, the two people behind him had already picked up two thick rolling pins and smashed them against Mr. Zhao's thighs.
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There was a sudden pain in both legs, and two crisp cracking sounds of broken bones came from Zhao Qingyun's legs. Mr. Zhao only let out half a scream before someone stuffed a dirty rag into his mouth and covered him.
The sound. Then, Master Zhao Qingyun fainted cleanly.
"Everyone!" After dealing with Zhao Qingyun, the sitting manager Zhao stood up directly and bowed to the surrounding diners: "I'm really sorry, I, the Zhao people, are not strict in discipline and have caused trouble to you. Everyone today
A jug of wine is given to the table as an apology."
"It's easy to talk about!" Those people next to him seemed to be accustomed to this kind of situation. Besides, who dared to put on airs at this time? They all said it kindly to Manager Zhao, and then they sat down.
Get down and continue eating and drinking as if what just happened never happened. (To be continued...)
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