They took a bus to go for supper. When the car arrived in the town, there was a loud music sound at the renovated dance hall.

Uncle Yang didn't hear what the tone was, but he felt it was quite exciting, with a good sense of rhythm, full of rhythm, and the drum beats were very clear.

The car passed by the door of the dance hall, and more than a dozen black people gathered in the open space at the door to dance.

The old killers and knowledge are here, and they are pushing a cart to sell juice here.

Uncle Yang stopped the car and asked, "It's going to be dark, don't you leave?"

The old killer smiled and said, "Sell here for a while, there will be many people here later, and the juice will be sold."

Knowledge rushed to say: "This is my idea. People who dance are just like those who exercise. They will soon be thirsty and need to be replenished. Our juice is so delicious that it will definitely be popular here. There are many young men who will bring girls to dance. How can they not invite the girls to have a drink? There are business opportunities here."

Yang Shubao knocked on his head and said, "You kid don't go into politics in the future. If you become a businessman, you will definitely become a good businessman."

Zhi shook his head: "My grandfather wanted me to become a teacher or a lawyer or a doctor."

Lawyers and doctors are exclusive professions in South Africa. If you can enter these two industries and gain a foothold, you will be considered a class leap.

Yang Shubao waved to him and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to have a meal. I'll come back to work after I'm full."

Knowledge cheered: "Oh yeah! Are there pilaf and barbecue again?"

"Yes." Uncle Yang smiled.

The restaurant business is very good, and it is full of tables today.

Mason spread his hands out in a hypocritical way and showed regret: "Oh, there is no space."

Yang Shubao said: "It's okay, we don't care about our own people. We can move a table outside and we'll have a meal outside."

Mason: "Scher."

Hall waved his hand: "no, no, don't eat Scite."

They discussed what to eat together. Hall knew the restaurant best and knew what else in the refrigerator. He focused on the expensive ones, and every time he said the name of the meal, Mason's expression was distorted.

Uncle Yang was gloating, and Massen suddenly pointed to the dance hall and shouted: "Hey, look over there, your grandfather is in trouble."

Hall laughed and said, "You want to divert our attention? No, it's not that simple."

"You are mentally retarded, go and see it yourself."

The group turned their heads and looked at it. Yang Shubao had the best eyesight and did see two black young men standing in front of the old killer and pushing and shoving.

Knowledge suddenly became anxious and ran away.

Yang Shubao and others also ran towards the dance hall one after another. There was only one intersection between them. Several accelerated Lao Yang ran over the first one.

After running to the cart, he shouted, "Hey, what are you doing?"

The old killer frowned slightly and said, "Mr. Yang, this is nothing, they just don't allow me to set up a stall here because they also want to sell wine and drinks here. Since that's the case, I'll leave."

The old man's reaction was beyond Yang Shubao's expectations, and his temper was a little too good.

At this time, Zhang Jinjie and Zhi also came, Mason and Hall ran at the end. These two pieces of materials were addicted to wine and color, and their physical fitness was very poor.

After Zhi ran over, he immediately stretched out his arms to protect his grandfather and shouted: "You bastards, don't bully my grandfather! I'm here, no one can bully my grandfather!"

Seeing the number of people on their side, a black young man turned around and blew a loud whistle.

After the whistle fell, several more people walked out of the dance hall.

DJ who was rubbing the tray at the door saw this and put on the headset, then shook his body to increase the music sound.

The two sides confronted each other, and a white man stared at them and asked, "You want to come and cause trouble? To be honest, this is not a good idea, guys."

Uncle Yang asked the old man, "What are their backgrounds?"

The old killer Feng Qingyun said calmly: "Just a few honest children."

Hearing this comment, the big man and the young men laughed, and someone whistled at him and said, "Old man, do you think we are honest children?"

The old killer unbuttoned his clothes and pulled open his collar to reveal his tattoos. He stammered his neck and asked, "I think you are quite honest."

A young man shook his shoulders to the music and asked, "Hey, what are you stupid? Why are you taking off your clothes? Let's see your tattoo? Forget it, grandpa, you should go home and put a recliner at the door at this age..."

"Shut up." The big man saw the tattoo on the old killer's body, especially the neck area, and then took the young man in front of him aside. He pointed at the old killer's neck and asked, "Is this true?"

The old killer said calmly: "If someone of my age dares to tattoo things when he is young, then you know what the consequences will be if someone finds out?"

The big man licked his thick lips and asked, "I'll get my head cut off, right?"

The old killer nodded and silent.

Another young man asked, "What did he tattoo on his neck? In fact, we don't have to care about what he tattooed. It's just an old man. You might be crazy when you were young, but now it's our battlefield. You are just a stupid old man who is pushing a cart to sell juice."

"That's right. You can't scare us by relying on this. If you are really cruel, then you show it. Come on, I'll stand here and let me see what you've done and make us feel scared." Another young man came over.

The old killer lifted the back of the clothes, quickly swung his right hand and pulled out a short-barrel hunting rifle and put it on the shoulder of the young man in front of him. He pressed his wrist down and pulled the trigger:

The gunshots roar!

The barrel of the gun was shaken, and the young man was shocked, and his eyes suddenly turned into cross-eyes.

The other young people were also scared and rushed back.

The old killer said to the fight cross-eyed: "You are right. Now I am old and I am an old guy who should lie down and bask in the sun and wait for death. If it were my youth, then my gun would not be empty when you talk to me like this. It would make a big hole in your forehead."

A stiff smile appeared on the man's face, and he said, "Okay, okay, listen to me, old sir, listen to me, we have no intention of provoking you. These little guys are just humble, I hope you understand them, these pens can be your grandsons. You don't know how to be awesome, right? Forgive them."

The old killer inserted the gun back and said, "They did nothing wrong, why do you need my forgiveness? Look, you don't want me to set up a stall here, so I'll leave, I didn't..."

"No, no, no, we welcome you to set up a stall here. I am the manager. I can make the decision. We welcome you." The big man laughed. He picked up a glass of mango juice and looked at it and asked, "The juice is very cool in color. What price does it cost? Give me a glass."

"Fifty yuan."

"Fifty, fifty?" The man asked subconsciously, then he smiled and took out a fifty note and handed it to the old killer, "Fifty yuan, then I'll have a cup. The price is very suitable. It seems that I have to ask you more about pricing."
Chapter completed!