The father and his two sons walked into the restaurant and sat down at a table. Zeng Wangcai ordered: "Three bowls of bean juice, six fried dough sticks, and three servings of stewed pork..."
Two tables next to them, three people were sitting and eating.
One of them heard Zeng Wangcai's greeting, turned his head and recognized Zeng Wangcai. He said to the other two in shock, "Fifth brother, Seventh brother, look, it's Zeng Wangcai."
"Who?" The other two turned around.
These three people are old acquaintances of Zeng Wangcai. They were the Fifth Master, Seventh Brother and Cao Datong who helped Zeng Wangcai sell wine in Pigeon City.
Speaking of these three people, they were once very powerful, especially the Fifth Master, who was in charge of the entire pigeon market and had both a house and fields at home.
But the three of them are in trouble now and are doing badly. The fifth master was fired from the textile factory and lost his job. The seventh master and Cao Datong never had jobs in the first place.
Under such circumstances, their former younger brothers dispersed, and the three of them could barely fill their stomachs together.
The three of them earned a little money yesterday, so today they couldn't wait to have a meal of braised pork to satisfy their cravings.
"It's really him!" said the now-faded Fifth Master after recognizing Zeng Wangcai. "I heard he ran away a few years ago. Is he back? He seems to be doing well. Look at what they are wearing."
"I don't envy his clothes, I just covet the wine he drank at that time." Lao Qi sipped his saliva and said, "I haven't had such good wine in all these years."
He could not live without wine for three meals a day, but now he can't afford it, so he drinks Sanlouzi instead. Look, he didn't order soy milk in the morning, but ordered two taels of Sanlouzi.
"I'll go over and say hello..." Cao Datong recalled that Zeng Wangcai had always been very polite and righteous, so he stood up and walked over.
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