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Faced with Wang Hailong's words, Wu Bei didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.

To be fair, he especially hopes to have such combat power to join Hu Xiao, but this method is not something he particularly willing to accept. He does not want anyone to choose himself when he is desperate, and he also feels that the friendship between buddies should be achieved by getting along.

"Seeing you like this, it seems that I am not particularly welcome to join?"

Wang Hailong curled his lips with his arms tilted.

"We must welcome you. I'm not happy with a thug at the level of upscaling."

Wu Bei responded happily.

"All right, I won't talk to you, it's so exciting to smoke and drink. You'll go to sleep. I'll put it here for a while."

Wang Hailong picked up a bottle of Erguotou the size of a palm from his leg, then took out a pack of "Yuxi" and handed it over: "Brother Wu, come one?"

"Bujiba talks to you, and when you are sleepy, go back to my ward to sleep. I'll go out for a walk."

Looking at his stupid and cute appearance, Wu Bei couldn't wave his hand and urge him.

He can't tell whether Wang Hailong has drunk too much, but he is sure that this thing is definitely a little confused. He starts to speak inconsistently. Wu Bei patted his shoulder and head and walked towards the stairs.

"What does it mean, Xiao Wuzi, I look down on me!"

"Oh, we're not buddy!"

"Fuck! If this happens, brothers will never be able to do anything in the future!"

Wang Hailong's roar came from behind his head, which was as annoying as if a normal wine was confused.

However, Wu Bei ignored it. To ignore this person, it is the best way to get along with him.

After walking out of the hospital, Wu Bei suddenly found that the sky was completely dark and it seemed that the bus had stopped.

"Fuck, I've been sleeping so hard that I've been sleeping like this day!"

Wu Bei looked around and took out a cigarette and held it at his mouth.

From the bottom of his heart, he is not a serious big brother in society, nor has the potential to become a tycoon in the world. To this point, it seems that it is the cause of the times. Even in his heart, he always feels like an ordinary worker, going to work and raising birds should be the essence of life.

But when he really entered society and found that the order here was in order, he realized that the world was not what he thought, and power could really replace order, so he was so eager to be so eager to do so.

Although he himself didn't know what "success" meant.

After coming out of the hospital, Wu Bei stood on the street at midnight, suddenly feeling confused that he didn't know where he should go.

Their place is in the new city area, which is not desolate, but it is definitely not prosperous. At least there are no taxis everywhere on the street. Wu Beizhu waited in place for a long time, and finally found a taxi through the online platform.

Until he arrived at Brother Niu’s midnight snack stall, Wu Bei did not come back from the palpitations.

Along the way, the driver of the car found on the online platform did not say much to him. He thought he had taken a illegitimate car. If he hadn't been familiar with it, he would have wanted to stop several times on the way.

Finally, when he arrived at Brother Niu’s night snack stall, Wu Bei seemed to jump out of the car as if he was running away.

"Why did you come here for this car?"

Staring at the black "Volkswagen" sedan that was slowly turning, Brother Niu asked with his cheeks tense.

"Do you know each other?"

Wu Bei asked a curious question.

"I don't know it, but this business has been very popular recently. The seasonal car industry belongs to your season. Look, why don't you send me flyers today!"

Brother Niu scratched his head, took out a wrinkled flyer from his apron pocket, and handed it to Wu Beidao: "This car dealer has been very popular recently. Taking a taxi is like Jiba, but I feel that he is so evil. Although I am old and don't understand these things on the Internet, I'm just talking about my conscience, who will do the money-losing business? I think this car dealer is designated to be a problem, or the boss has a brain problem!"

“Seasonal car ride?”

Hearing his words, Wu Bei pursed his lips and repeated.

"Isn't this very clear in black and white, please take a look at it yourself."

Brother Niu pointed to the flyer and muttered.

"This name is so familiar, I always feel like I've heard it somewhere."

Wu Bei touched the tip of his nose and fell into memories.

"Boss, come ten bowls of noodle soup, no matter what, just hurry up!"

At this moment, a young man wearing a purple sportswear walked to Wubei, with his narrow and thin face as clear as a sharp edge.

Wu Bei subconsciously looked at the other party, and the young man also glanced symbolically, then smiled at Wu Beihui.

Staring at the purple coat on him, Wu Bei always felt familiar, but why can't I remember where I've seen it?

"Xiao Wu, sit down and drink the soup first, I'll talk to you later."

Brother Niu patted Wu Bei's back and started to get to the dough table in a busy manner.

"Do you eat chili?"

The young man at the table next door walked forward, grabbed the chili oil in front of Wu Bei, and asked with a smile.

"Take it away. I've been getting angry recently and can't eat this thing."

Wu Bei waved his hand indifferently.

"Brother looks familiar."

The young man suddenly sat in front of Wu Bei.

"You look familiar, the truth."

Wu Bei lit a cigarette and looked at the young man.

"so what?"

The young man tilted his neck and slowly placed his hands under the table.

"Nothing, I want to invite you to have some wine. Do you think it's appropriate?"

Wu Bei grinned and touched the chair next to him with one hand.

"It's a must. Meeting is fate. What advice can I give to you?"

The young man smiled even brighter.

Wu Bei didn't say anything, and the other party didn't continue to speak. The two of them just looked at each other straight, and the smiles on their faces dissipated, as if they could fight at any time.

"Old beef, the same-looking thing is, four bowls of noodle soup, my portion adds more meat."

At this moment, a patrol car parked next to the noodle stall. A few fully armed patrolmen got out of the taxi, and several people walked directly past Wu Bei and the young man.

"call.."

"Haha, fuck!"

Wu Bei and the young man made noises in unison.

"We should have met tonight, right?"

Wu Beiyu Guang glanced at several patrol police officers and spoke at the young man.

"I don't have much impression. If you think you have seen it, you have seen it. However, in your attitude, most people really think that you are the old, weak, sick and disabled. The overlord with the kingly posture rarely makes things difficult for children!"

The young man spat sarcastically, grabbed the chili oil on the table and prepared to walk to the side.

"What do you mean by the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled?"

"What should be a kingly posture?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man's deep voice suddenly came from beside him.
Chapter completed!