What Mengyu and Xuanyuan Diying didn't expect was that there was Benbaao here. Although it was the lowest-end, it was enough to show that they were wealthy and admired foreign goods.

The two of them were received by a good-looking female salesperson. Seeing that Meng Yu was dressed unusually, she introduced Benbaao to them very enthusiastically.

However, Meng Yu did not follow her. After scanning the entire exhibition hall, he walked to a car worth 60,000 to 70,000 yuan.

"This is it."

"Sir, this car has been launched for more than three years, and the repair rate is still quite high. I suggest you choose Mercedes-Benz. As an internationally renowned company..."

The sales lady introduced it very enthusiastically, even her accent became a bit like Wanwan.

Meng Yu interrupted her: "Just choose this car, full payment."

The hope of a big order failed, and the sales lady's expression immediately changed. She cursed and went to the front desk to get the POS machine.

Xuanyuan Diying felt dissatisfied and frowned, trying to grab the sales lady to argue.

Meng Yu stopped her gently and said with a smile: "Forget it, don't argue with her."

Xuanyuan Diying was unhappy at first, but then she figured it out and laughed. She joked: "What do you think their expressions will be if they know that you are the big boss of Mercedes-Benz but bought an unknown car?"

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Then he said: "Brother Yu, you are right. There is no need for us to argue with her. Their survival is not easy in the first place."

Meng Yu, in turn, joked: "When did I say this?"

Xuanyuan Diying was speechless for a moment, and was so angry that she clenched her pink fist and punched it a few times: "Are you deliberately angry with me?"

After a while, the formalities were completed, but the sales lady's expression was still so bad, and she didn't offer any after-sales guarantee.

Naturally, Meng Yu would not argue with her, so he pulled Xuanyuan Diying and left the car shop, driving all the way east.

After passing through the busiest commercial street, and about to leave the county town, I saw a medium-sized yard on the left side of the road from a distance, with a few words on the door: Long-distance Bus Station.

Next to the station is a row of shops, selling everything. The fourth one is a small restaurant with the name Lao Zhang Restaurant on it, and the words "Dou Tiao Cooking" are posted on the two doors.

Parking the car on the side of the road, Meng Yu and the two got out of the car and walked into the restaurant.

It was late in the evening and there was no one in the restaurant. As soon as the two of them entered, a woman in her forties or fifties came up to greet her: "Please take a seat, what would you like?"

With that said, he handed the menu to Meng Yu.

The menu was not old, and the plastic film was of poor quality. There were many bubbles, which looked a bit troublesome to the eyes. In addition, it was a little greasy, and there was a bright fingerprint on the place where Meng Yu held it.

Xuanyuan Diying hurriedly took out a paper towel from her bag and wanted to wipe the menu. Meng Yu blocked it: "It doesn't matter."

"Let's have some pickled cucumbers, fish-flavored shredded pork, shredded potatoes, and two small bowls of rice."

Meng Yu ordered three very ordinary dishes and returned the menu to the woman.

"Okay!" The woman put the menu on another table and went into the kitchen.

It is said to be the back kitchen, but it is actually an inner and outer room. Looking from Meng Yu's side, you can basically see the whole kitchen.

"She is Caiwei's mother." Xuanyuan Diying whispered.

Meng Yu nodded.

Ji Caiwei's father died when she was young, and it was her mother who raised her up.

Although she didn't go to school for a few years, her mother did everything possible to protect her.

I heard that my child wanted to be an actor, so I spared no effort to support him.

There was a fragrant smell wafting from the kitchen, and even Xuanyuan Diying couldn't help but twitch her fingers: "It smells so good."

Meng Yu smiled. It seemed that Ji Caiwei's mother was good at cooking and had a decent life. However, she had been alone all these years and suffered from loneliness.

When the door rang, four or five men walked into the restaurant and found a table to sit down.

Ji's mother cut a plate of pickled cucumbers inside, brought them to Meng Yu's table along with the fish-flavored shredded pork, and then went to greet the others.

The few people ordered three cold dishes, four hot dishes, and a box of beer. As soon as they put down the menus, they kept urging the dishes to be served quickly.

Ji's mother first served them a plate of boiled peanuts and cold preserved eggs, and said with a smile: "Just wait a moment, I will fry another dish for them both."

"They all have food, can't you just let them wait?" a man asked.

"This..." Ji's mother hesitated and looked both ways.

When Meng Yu heard this, he turned around and met the man's eyes.

"What are you looking at? Do you have any objections?" The man said in a rather unkind tone, and his accomplices all stared at Meng Yu.

Meng Yu came on this trip because he wanted to help Ji's mother solve her life problems. He didn't want to argue with her here, so he said, "Auntie, please serve them food first."

Ji's mother smiled sarcastically and went back to the kitchen to continue her work.

Those men didn't intend to stop there. In their view, Meng Yu's concession was out of fear.

Their eyes turned around Xuanyuan Di Ying, they exchanged glances with each other, and immediately stood up as a man, walked to Meng Yu's table, smiled at Xuanyuan Di Yinglang, and said: "Beauty, send me a small letter, I will take you to play.

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"Get lost." Meng Yu only had one word.

"Hey, who are you talking about? Can you tell me again if you have the guts?" Several men saw that Meng Yu was from outside, and they all gathered around him.

Hearing the noise, Ji's mother quickly put down her kitchen knife and ran out to persuade them to make peace: "Brothers, if you have something to say, please don't do anything. How about I give you a discount later and forget about it?"

"It's none of your damn business, go ahead and stir-fry." A man pushed Ji's mother hard, causing her to hit the table behind her. The vinegar pot and chili on the table fell to the floor along with the chopstick box, making a loud noise.

Meng Yu's face couldn't help but darken, he took a step forward, raised his hand and slapped him.

During normal times, Meng Yu also practiced a few tricks with the sniper king, and his skills were extremely agile. That guy might as well be beaten right away.

"Fuck, you dare to hit someone."

Several men rolled up their sleeves and waved their fists, but their movements were much slower than Meng Yu's. In the blink of an eye, they were all knocked down.

"What the hell..."

One man refused to accept the offer. He stood up, cursed and rushed forward again. As soon as he spat out the Three-Character Sutra, he was kicked to the ground.

Now they realized that they had met a powerful person, so they got up and wanted to run away.

Meng Yu blocked the door: "The money hasn't been paid yet."

Those people didn't dare not pay, so they took out two hundred yuan, put it on the table, and ran away.

As soon as he came out, his momentum immediately increased. He pointed at Meng Yu and scolded: "You wait for me, and you, Widow Ji, can run away, but the monk can't run away from the temple!"

Afraid that Meng Yu would chase him out, he turned around and ran away after uttering harsh words.

Meng Yu snorted and returned to his seat.

With a sad look on her face, Ji's mother served the shredded potatoes and said, "Thank you, little brother, for standing up for me. I'll treat you to this meal today."

He put away the two hundred yuan and returned to the kitchen without saying a word.

The restaurant was eerily quiet, and sobbing could be heard faintly. Meng Yu stood up and walked into the kitchen to see Ji's mother wiping her tears.

"Auntie, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I'm okay." Upon hearing the question, Ji's mother wiped away her tears and forced a smile.

In fact, even without asking, Meng Yu knew what was going on.

Those people looked like scoundrels at first glance, just like they said, a monk can escape but cannot escape from the temple. Regardless of whether this matter has anything to do with Ji's mother, this debt will definitely be placed on Ji's mother.

Fortunately, I already had a plan before I came.

"Don't worry, Auntie, I will wait for them here."

Ji's mother immediately became anxious: "My child, you can't! Listen to Auntie, you should leave quickly. Auntie is a local, they don't dare to do anything to me."

Meng Yu smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will be fine. I will definitely get rid of this trouble for you."

Seeing that he was persistent and calm, Ji's mother became confused and couldn't let go of her worries for a while. She looked at Meng Yu for a while and looked out the door, restless.

"Brother Yu, do you want to call the Sniper King to come over?" Xuanyuan Di Ying had already looked around the restaurant. The Sniper King and his men were all looking around twenty or thirty meters away.

This was Meng Yu's order. He was afraid that if they followed too closely, Ji's mother would be uneasy.

But now that the other party is about to cause trouble, and there is no security force around him, Xuanyuan Diying is really worried.

"It doesn't matter, the situation is under control."

Meng Yu didn't take it seriously at all. Compared with the ruthless bosses behind the scenes in Europa, these little gangsters were not worthy enough to be in the background, let alone on the stage.

Open both doors and sit facing outside.

Not long after, there was a violent brake sound outside the door, two vans stopped outside the restaurant, and nearly twenty people got out of the taxi.

This group of people stopped outside the restaurant, as if they were afraid that things would go wrong, and the leader with a scar on his head shouted: "Who just touched my brother, please come out."

"It's me." Meng Yu didn't even get up and sat in the restaurant talking to the other party.

"It's you!"

Scar raised his foot to enter, but Ji's mother hurriedly ran out of the kitchen and stopped him: "Brother, you have something to talk about, but don't do anything."

"I'll settle the score with you later after I take care of that kid!" Scar pushed her away vigorously.
To be continued...