Chapter 48 Men·Laiji Noodle House

At nine o'clock in the evening, the man pulled down the iron gate, ready to end the day's work.When the iron gate hit the ground, it made a very loud clang. Still, times are tough. Originally, "Laiji Noodle House" did not intend to let his son take over. He is much more capable than himself and should have his own business instead of being stuck in a hopeless noodle house.The competition in the shopping mall is fierce, and there are specialty stores everywhere. They pay attention to decoration, popularity, marketing strategies, media reports, celebrity promotions, and all kinds of things that men don't understand.

A small business like "Laiji Noodles", which just honestly sells a bowl of hand-made noodles, doesn't have many customers at all.Even the helper who came to work, after working for a few days, found that other shops were willing to pay half of the wages and quit.They won't even care about getting that day or two of wages back. "I don't want it anymore. Anyway, you don't have much business, and I haven't done anything." One of them said before leaving. The man didn't know whether to be grateful to the young man.Maybe this new generation has something to say, implying that his store has no future.He does not understand the expressions of the new generation.

The son is dead, so he doesn't have to stay in this hopeless store, and walks towards a future without a future like the store.That is endless hell. Of course, he really didn't want his son to die like this.His son has been dead for three hundred and twelve days, and he counts it every day, adds it up day by day, and adds it into his heart.The bigger the number, the more he missed his son, but the deeper it was buried. The real cause of his son's death is still unclear.The police said it was an illegal racing car, but he asked how his son got into the car that was said to be owned by a gangster?They just can't explain it.There were also some media who thought he was worthless, and investigated the Porsche, only to find that the car was stolen, and the background of the driver was unclear...

Neighbors believe that it was a deliberate murder. The real estate developer asked gangsters to hold his son hostage in a car, and then used a Porsche as a murder weapon to ram him into it, pretending to be an illegal racing car...There are a lot of rumors pointing to the real estate developer on the Internet, even An exclusive group was established on social networking sites to discuss this matter, protesting against the real estate developers' unscrupulous methods for property acquisition. However, no one has been able to produce evidence.Many people lamented that a wealthy and powerful black hand would certainly not be found by anyone.They have used money to set up various investigation barriers, and they have also found a scapegoat.

You can never beat a big tiger. What a fucking city, getting more corrupt by the day. Fortunately, real estate developers temporarily stopped the acquisition plan due to the pressure of the masses. The wonton noodle shop can also continue to survive for the time being. However, the man knows that even if the real estate developer doesn't buy it, one day, he himself will fall down mentally and be bought by the god of death.Maybe it's a month from now, a week from now, or even, tomorrow, without sleep. Realtors are waiting for this day. Anyway, he didn't have a son, and the realtors would wait until he died and try their best to steal his shop—they had plenty of lawyers, beasts who sold social justice and souls for money.

The man put the lock on the iron gate of the store, and then pasted the invitation letter that had been weathered and started to be a little bit worn out on the iron gate.Last time it took five days for someone to apply, I don't know how long it will take to post this time.Maybe, the shop shouldn't hire any more people, since there isn't much business anyway, and it can save money.However, I have foot problems and cannot stand for a long time. Without helpers, I can't do it at all. Perhaps, it is better to simply close the noodle shop. "dad--" He couldn't hear the sound of footsteps, but when he heard the shout, he was startled by a slight change in the light and darkness in front of him, turned around, and found a young man standing behind him.

—what the hell is that?Underworld? ——Has the real estate company finally run out of patience and played a ruthless role? He still remembers that on the morning when his son died, there was only one diner in the store, but he was so weird, his eyes kept staring at himself, until a neighbor came and said that his son seemed to be kidnapped in the car, the strange diner didn't say a word rushed out the door. In hindsight, this person was probably not a diner at all, but a killer sent by the gangster "entrusted" by the real estate company. They were going to solve the father and son at the same time in one morning.

They successfully killed their son and pretended to be a car accident. Unexpectedly, when the strange diner was about to kill him, a neighbor walked into the store. The killer saw that there were too many people and couldn't do anything, so he ran away immediately. The man didn't make this point clear to the police, he only said that he was suspicious. Looking back now, the truth probably wasn't far off. Now, the real estate company finally couldn't bear to make a move after seeing that the rumors had passed. ——Come on, the old man has nothing but his life left, so please take whatever you want.

—I waited to meet my dead wife and son. "Are you still hiring?" Young people's problems are beyond the expectations of men.This man's Cantonese is not pure, it was hard to listen, but the man still nodded. The young man's glasses seemed unusual. Some words appeared on the lens. The young man seemed to read it carefully several times before asking, "Can I come to work tomorrow?" "Yes. But I can't afford much wages." After waiting for a while, the young man said, "It's okay. I like your store." "Like my shop?" The man was really curious and asked, "What's so good about my shop?"

The young man said a lot of things that the man couldn't understand. After he tried his best to explain, the man finally understood what he said. "A long time ago...I came here to eat...wonton noodles. It's delicious." "thanks." ——Although the wonton noodles in our store are really good, it still feels strange to be praised so much. The man touched his head, have you seen this young man?He was not impressed at all. No, he felt a little kind, not referring to the appearance, but the demeanor, the expression, and the light from the eyes.