"Well, what does that have to do with us?" Wang's father asked curiously.

Zhong Deshuang said: "The leader of the Black Tiger Gang helped me for your sake, and he also asked me to take good care of you. So, you two brothers, you really don't have to work anymore."

Yu's father asked, "What do we do then? Can we get paid just by sitting?"

"How about this, you two will be in charge of the distribution and storage of materials." Zhong Deshuang said casually. This is an easy job, you just need to keep records in the shed. Who took what tools, whether the tools are intact... Anyone who can write can do it, and they get the same salary as ordinary workers. It can be said that you need a very strong background to get this job.

Wang's father said, "Wasn't it Old Wu who did this? Although he's not here now, it's not a good idea for us to take it on, right?"

Zhong Deshuang said: "Hey, why do you care about him? Isn't it just a matter of my words?"

Father Wang wanted to say something, but Father Yu pushed him and said, "Come on, come on. If you keep refusing, you're not giving me face, are you?"

Wang's father had no choice but to go into the shed. Zhong Deshuang took out a piece of paper and a pen, handed them to the two of them, and said, "This job requires great care and attention. You two have to do it well!" Yu's father waved his hand and said, "No problem, leave it to us."

Zhong Deshuang left the shed, and Yu's father stretched out his legs, lay down on the bed, and stretched comfortably.

Wang's father sat at the table, carefully flipping through the notebook, comparing the number and damage of various tools.

Feeling a little hot, Yu's father got up and turned on the electric fan, which made a buzzing sound and blew a gust of cool air. Yu's father said proudly, "Haha, today is all thanks to your boy, otherwise we wouldn't have this treatment."

Wang's father shook his head: "He was just fooling around and actually got involved with the Black Tiger Gang. Fortunately, he came to his senses and turned back. I gave him a lecture today and he said he would study hard in the future."

"Old Wang, Old Wang." Father Yu sat up and said, "Why do you have to deceive yourself?"

"What?" Father Wang turned around and looked at Father Yu on the bed: "Old Yu, what do you mean?"

Father Yu sighed, "You clearly saw that when the Black Tiger Gang rushed over, your son was standing in the middle. You know that position better than anyone else. That's the position only the boss is qualified to stand in. As for that 'Ninth Brother', he's obviously a gang leader that your son temporarily brought in to make up the numbers. Look at him, he doesn't look like a gang leader at all, and he's so polite to your son and to you."

"Don't make blind guesses." Wang's father said dissatisfiedly, "They were a group of people rushing over at that time, and their positions were originally messy. Just based on this, you say that my son is the leader of the Black Tiger Gang. Your speculation is a bit too much. You said that 'Ninth Brother' doesn't look like a gang leader, but does my son look like a gang leader?"

“Hehe, it’s true that he doesn’t look like her, but…” Father Yu looked at Father Wang with amusement: “You don’t look like her either…”

"Go away, stop talking nonsense." Wang's father said, "Anyway, I don't believe my son is the leader of the Black Tiger Gang. If you have the time, why don't you check if your son is involved in gang activities? How can a guy who just graduated get the money to open a bar?"

"Hehe, if he wants to mess around, I won't stop him." Yu's father yawned and said, "There are some walls that you won't turn back until you hit them."

"Since you know it's a wall, why do you let your sons bang their heads against it?"

"The question is, do they believe it?" Yu's father said, "Especially my kid, he is born rebellious. When he was young, I told him not to touch a kitchen knife because it could cut people and make them bleed. But he didn't believe it and insisted on cutting someone else a few times to try."

"...much better than my son."

"how?"

"I told him that a kitchen knife could cut people. He didn't believe it, but he tried it himself..."

“Hahahaha…” Father Yu rolled on the ground with laughter: “How come your son… is as stupid as you?”

"Damn it, who are you calling stupid? My son is stupid, he got into Chengnan High School!" This was the thing that Wang's father was most proud of. Whenever he and Yu's father quarreled about their son, he would always bring this up. As soon as he brought it up, Yu's father would shut up immediately.

"Okay, okay, your son is smart, okay?" Yu's father said, "But, Old Wang, I still want to remind you not to restrict your sons too much. What they will become in the future depends on their own development..."