A barrage of words came down, stunned until Duan Peng didn't say a single word, stammering and unable to continue.
Song An knew that when things reached an extreme, they would reverse themselves. He had said enough, so he simply patted his butt and stood up.
"I'll say what I can. If you're really unwilling, we won't force you!”
"Alright, I won't drink the water either. I'll leave first!”
Although Song Anren had already stood up, he was actually counting the time in his heart with every step he took.
Five seconds, four seconds, three seconds, two seconds…
Finally, when he counted to the last, he heard Duan Peng snap a tree branch with a kacha sound.
"Wait!"
"If I participate in the eighth national team, what will happen to my mother?”
Song An was waiting for him to say this. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and took two or three steps back.
"As long as you're willing, we'll pay to hire someone to support your mother! What do you think?"
Duan Peng looked at him suspiciously." You don't need me to pay?”
Song An waved his hand." No need! As long as you come with us, you don't have to worry about these things!”
"What you have to do is to use your martial arts to fight well and kill a few more Japanese!”
At the mention of the Japanese, Duan Peng obviously couldn't hold it in any longer. The wooden stick in his hand that was as thick as his wrist was broken into two by him with a snap. Even his eyes were a little angry.
He was just a commoner who made a living. The anger he suffered at the hands of the devils was far more than what Song An saw today.
"When are we leaving?"
Seeing that it was still early, Song An patted him on the shoulder.
"I still have something to do now. If you're really willing, wait for me outside the city gate at eight o'clock tonight!”
"I'll send someone to deal with your mother. How about this?”
How could Duan Peng, whose blood was already roused, still have what willingness or unwillingness at this time?
The moment he said this, Duan Peng immediately patted his chest.
"Don't worry, sir. I'll be waiting for you there at eight o'clock tonight!”
"Good!"
After dealing with Duan Peng, Song An turned around and was about to leave. Duan Peng looked at him from behind with a reluctant look.
Who knew that before he walked out of the courtyard door, Song An suddenly turned around and walked back in large strides. He stretched out his hand and stuffed five big bucks into Duan Peng's hand.
"With this bit of money, see if you can buy anything for your mother.”
As he spoke, he looked into the room meaningfully.
"There won't be many opportunities like this in the future.”
Duan Peng was a dignified five feet man, after all. When these words came out, tears immediately almost came out. He pinched the five coins and didn't know what to say.
The sun was about to rise. Song An did not dare to delay any longer and hurried to Immortals Gathering Restaurant.
Fortunately, the banquet at the Japanese usually started at one o'clock in the afternoon. Otherwise, Song An really wouldn't dare to tangle with Duan Peng for so long.
At this time, Li Yunpeng was still arguing with Chu Yunfei in the teahouse. He didn't know what kind of talent he had missed…
After another half an hour, the sun was already shining on the city wall.
Song An patted the dust off his gray robe, casually found a headscarf, and entered the kitchen of Immortals Gathering Restaurant in a flash.
After all, it was the Japanese's birthday party. Even though Ichiro Hirata was only the captain of the military police, everyone in the Immortals Gathering Restaurant was busy.
Song An heaved a sigh of relief. With how busy he was, he could easily sneak in with just a little help.
Song An immediately picked up a cabbage and went to the pond to choose.
Fortunately, the clothes he wore were similar to the big guys working in the Drunken Immortal Restaurant. Therefore, not long after, a chef called him over.
"The one who washed the cabbage! I told you to peel the garlic, why the f * ck did you wash the cabbage!”
"Do you know how to work? Who would wash cabbages after eating them! Hurry up and bring it over!"
Song An was not angry. He sighed and walked over with the cabbage.
The chef was indeed arrogant. As soon as he took the cabbage, he stretched out his hand and was about to slap Song An's head.
If he hadn't practiced it before, he would have taken it for real.
The chef was even more unhappy when he was dodged by him.
"Hey! You're just a handyman. You want to slack off, but you're afraid of being beaten?”
"From now on, don't go anywhere.”
Wasn't it a coincidence that someone was giving him a pillow when he was sleepy?
Song An immediately agreed and squatted on the stove with this person.
As there were too many people eating today, each chef was only responsible for one or two dishes and repeatedly made a few big pots.
Coincidentally, this person just happened to be cooking some fried goods. In order to save money, the pot of oil was poured in and never came out again.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song An simply sprinkled a large amount of laxatives into the oil pan.
Everyone in the kitchen was busy. The chef who had just beaten him up was still digging around in the box below.
The people around him were even busier. They thought that he was sprinkling seasoning into the pot!
Not long after, Song An covered his stomach and groaned," Master, my stomach hurts. I'll go to the toilet first!”
The chef seemed to be unable to find anything. When he heard this, he roared angrily.
"Get lost! What a lazy donkey! Get lost!"
Song An immediately turned around and walked towards the door. However, when he passed by the place where all kinds of side dishes were placed, he sprinkled some medicine into the bacon pot again...
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