Chapter 137 Listening to Words Performance

Brother Long put the cigarette in his mouth and clapped his hands: "Quiet."

The place, which was noisy just now, suddenly became quiet.

The waiter came over and bowed to ask Brother Long: "Are you leaving?"

"Retreat."

The waiters were very efficient and worked together to clear the table in just one minute, set up a fruit platter, and serve freshly brewed fragrant tea.

"Now, please let Master Shanhong perform the listening word with us."

Applause broke out.

I stood up and smiled slightly: "Before listening to the words, I will tell you the requirements so that you won't suspect me of cheating."

Everyone looked at me. The waiter handed me a stack of papers. I blew on them, leaving one blank in my palm, and handed the rest to everyone. "After you've written, fold the paper in half. Just once."

Brother Long was smoking a cigarette, smiling slightly, and staring at me.

Teacher He also stared at me with confusion in his eyes. As for Brother Long, he looked exactly like the city lord played by Chow Yun-fat in "Let the Bullets Fly".

At this moment, someone started handing me pieces of paper with written words. I took them with my right hand, hiding them in my palm. I immediately switched my own folded paper to my left hand and held it high:

"I'm ready to listen. The first character is a bit difficult. It has a lot of strokes."

The writer smiled happily.

"But I heard something unfriendly."

"Not very friendly, you can tell?"

I smiled and said, "Isn't the word 'fake' unfriendly?"

When I unfolded it, I saw it was indeed a fake character. Everyone applauded. The room erupted in excitement. One person passed around pieces of paper, another shouted, "Help me guess!" Even the waiter went looking for paper and pen. The dinner party had turned into a magic show.

Everyone was stunned when they heard the prediction. Even waiters from other halls came to watch the fun. The room was packed with people.

At this time, a waiter handed over a piece of paper.

When I heard that, I laughed and said, "Brother Long, your hotel needs to be upgraded."

He was confused.

“Even the waiters understand English.”

When it was opened in public, it was indeed in English. A man in a black suit teased the waiter and said: You want "brother to touch you" every day. Fortunately, the master drank less and did not fall.

Everyone laughed wildly.

Only Brother Long was left not participating. He suddenly stood up and walked outside.

This sentence seemed to remind everyone, yes, they were all written in the house, go write outside!

Brother Long came in after a while.

I took the paper from him, not even needing to look at it this time. I said to the waiter, "Bring the bowl."

I took the bowl and held the piece of paper in front of everyone.

The best is yet to come, I must keep them in suspense.

I looked embarrassed: "Boss Long, Boss Long, your handwriting is really hard for me to recognize."

Mr. Long crossed his arms and looked at me mockingly.

Everyone also felt a sense of accomplishment. Their boss's appearance really put me in a difficult position. If I had known that I had to write outside, I would have made a fool of myself earlier.

Those subordinates hope that their boss can suppress me. Otherwise, the world will be in chaos. In their minds, the boss is the sun. There is a second sun rising here, coming out from the west, right?

"Brother Long is indeed the boss. Your handwriting is written by a god."

Brother Long chuckled twice and took out a cigarette. A thug went over to light it for him in a flattering manner. He took a deep puff, tilted his face, and blew the cigarette bubble into the air.

This is the kingly demeanor of someone waiting for others to make a fool of themselves.

Even Teacher He felt that Mr. Long was being disrespectful to me, so he tried to smooth things over for me: "It's normal to not be able to guess the answer once in a while."

I also took out a cigarette. No one lit it for me, so I lit it myself, turned my head sideways, and blew a string of bubbles into the air.

Everyone thinks that this is a pretense of calmness and a refusal to admit defeat.

Brother Long smiled and said, "My great brother, respected Mr. Shanhong, the best chef in my hotel hasn't broken a bowl in ten years. The last time I was there, he broke one. I asked him why, and he said he was nervous."

Everyone laughed wildly, a wolf-like laugh.

I took my second puff and said, "Boss Long, they say you're the most educated person in the restaurant industry. I just gave you the answer, didn't you hear it clearly?"

Everyone started talking at once, asking, "Did you just tell me the answer? What answer?"

Zhang San asked Li Si, and Li Si asked Wang Wu, but they all looked at each other in confusion. Even Teacher He was baffled.

Brother Long chuckled twice. "Don't try to fool me. Ambiguous answers are useless. Just tell me what the word is. I didn't write it in English. I'm telling you it's a Chinese character."

I took another puff of smoke and asked, "Can gods write?"

Everyone said, "Just tell me what the word is."

"In case you don't understand, let me explain. No one has ever seen a deity write, right? That's why it's called the Wordless Heavenly Book. So, Mr. Long hasn't written anything."

After hearing this, whether it was a coincidence or a momentary shock, Mr. Long's chair slid backwards and he fell to the ground. Immediately, several men came forward to help him.

He had the demeanor of a great general. He stood up, bowed, and tried to smooth things over: "Brother, this is called admitting defeat."

Someone had already opened the bowl and found a blank piece of paper.

The whole room was in an uproar. One said, "I'm convinced, I'm convinced." Another said, "I must take him in as a disciple."

I bowed and said, "Thank you, Brother Long, thank you everyone, see you later."

Brother Long was very convinced and proud, and walked Teacher He and I downstairs with his belly protruding.

After entering the elevator, he said, "Brother, you're so awesome! I didn't even see through your trick."

Teacher He said: "I watched it closely, but I'm still confused."

I just smiled. No explanation, no answer, no words. My master taught me: necessary silence and arrogance are more powerful than a thousand troops.

When we got to the hotel lobby, I said to Teacher He, "I'm on my way, I'll give you a ride."

She looked excited: "Okay."

When we were almost at the car door, Brother Long said, "Wait."

At this time, the man in the black suit with the word "fake" written on him ran over breathlessly and handed me a black plastic bag: You forgot to take your things.

I thanked him and said to Brother Long, "I'll take care of everything."

Teacher He bowed to Brother Long and said, "Please, I will thank you later."

Brother Long waved his hand and said, "It's a small matter. Go back."

When we got in the car, I said, "Don't worry about this. Since Brother Long has agreed, there won't be any problem at all."

"I wish I had known you earlier. More friends means more paths. Maybe I could have done it a long time ago without going through so much trouble."

As she was about to get off, she was still a little worried and asked, "Is it all I need to do as Brother Long asked and make a phone call?"

"Yes. Fatty Qiao's life will become a mess after you call him. He's driving and finds a flat tire. He's playing cards and gambling with others, and someone calls the police. He goes shopping at the supermarket and can't get out of the car."

Teacher He was very naive: "Why can't I leave?"

I said, "The car ahead broke down. It was blocking his car. Anyway, even if he was eating white rice, he'd still bite off a stone and break his teeth."

Teacher He seemed to have suddenly realized something and said, "So this Brother Long today is the legendary Brother Long?"

"What does the legendary Brother Long look like?"

"How many big blue dragons are tattooed on your body?"

I laughed out loud.