Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Small talk, sweep the floor
Bang--
Tan Du looked up.
"Has your upstairs always been so noisy?" Uncle Qiang protected his teacup with a look of disgust.
Tan Du shook his head and winked at Xiao Lu.
Uncle Qiang said to himself, "I told Aliang before that when renting a house, you should ask the tenant clearly what he does. Tattooing..."
Aliang is the landlord of this building. He owns several houses, but he lives a frugal life. At least he doesn't take advantage of others. TD has been open for half a year, and the other party has not taken any food or drink.
"Brother Tan!" Xiao Lu called out a little anxiously.
Tan Du hurriedly stood up: "Uncle Qiang, you drink, I'll go over there."
"Hey! You're busy!"
"What's wrong?" Tan Du walked over and asked.
"Someone's causing trouble in Guiyi! Xiao Luo has been locked in the room, and Boss Qiao is holding on alone. Brother Tan, I'm going up..."
"I'll go." Tan Du interrupted directly.
"I'll go with you!" Xiao Lu said as he wanted to follow.
"Zhou Jue is still making bread in the kitchen. Now that everyone's gone, who's going to look after the shop?"
"I'm not afraid of you..." His boss looked so elegant and noble. He had never made any big moves before. His shirt was tucked into his pants, so he couldn't even stretch his hands in a fight. Xiao Lu curled his lips and said, "I'm afraid you'll hold others back."
Tan Du glanced at him with a half-smile, made room for the guest behind him, and walked out the door slowly.
He stretched out his long legs and took three or two steps up the stairs. When he reached the door, he saw Qiao Zhuoyi pressing someone to the ground.
From his angle, he could clearly see the hatred on the man's face. When he heard the word "minor", his eyes were almost murderous.
"careful!"
Seeing the other party suddenly attack, Tan Du took a quick step forward, picked up a bamboo stick beside him and hit him on the humerus.
“Hmm—”
The man dropped his hands, covering his arms, and knelt.
Tan Du pulled Qiao Zhuoyi behind him, threw away the bamboo stick, and quickly stepped to his original position. He bent down to catch the computer screen and placed it on the sofa beside him.
The whole process took only ten seconds. Qiao Zhuo stared at Tan Du's back. His back muscles were tight and his lower body was extremely stable.
A martial artist, that's interesting.
When the people turned around, he asked, "What are you doing here?"
Tan Du raised an eyebrow: "Repay a favor."
Seeing people's eyes on the man, he smiled and said, "I'm holding back. I won't be useless."
The man stared at Tan Du fiercely: "You f—ing…"
"Hey, look at me." Qiao Zhuo walked over to the man and squatted down. "I said no, it means no. Don't you understand what I'm saying?"
"Besides, you know what I mean by saving people. That attack just now was aimed at my hand, right?" Qiao Zhuo's eyes were cold. "The computer is 30,000, and my hand... 300,000. Intentional injury? Guess what? If a direct relative has a criminal record, can your son still be a pilot?"
The man avoided his gaze and struggled to his feet.
"That kid is seventeen, and you... look like you're in your forties. At your age, you're still so unstable... Tsk." Qiao Zhuo stretched out his hand, "Let me see."
"What?" The man stared at him warily.
"Tattoo photo." Qiao Zhuoyi said, "Let me see which bastard throws dirty water on me."
"I don't believe you."
"That's why we have to confront each other," Qiao Zhuo frowned, "Talking to you is so difficult."
The man hesitated, moved his arm awkwardly, took out his cell phone and handed it over.
Qiao Zhuo zoomed in and looked at it for a while, then suddenly laughed out loud: "This is just a sticker."
"What?" The man was stunned. "That guy said it was a tattoo. It took seven hours to do. Even if it's washed off, it will remain..."
The man seemed to have thought of something, then he shut his mouth and walked out.
"Isn't that inappropriate?" Tan Du stopped him. "You hit someone, smashed things, and you're just going to leave like that?"
Qiao Zhuo raised his eyebrows. Would Lao Guantou be so serious about the rabbit he was talking about?
The house was a mess and it took a lot of work to clean it up.
The man glanced around and said, "You said it was a sticker, but it doesn't count. I'll go back and ask for clarification. If it really wasn't your tattoo, I'll compensate you."
"Do you have to pay for everything? Do you think this is charity for me? Leave me your contact information." Qiao Zhuoyi said.
The man gave his number. Qiao Zhuo glanced at him and said, "Don't do it when you get home. It will leave scars and tattoos."
"Mind your own business!" The man went out and pushed Tan Du away.
"Boss Tan," Qiao Zhuoyi crossed his arms, "Don't tell me you came here specifically to help. I don't need you here."
Tan Du smiled and said, "The guests complained that it was too noisy upstairs."
"What are you afraid of? If the fight really gets downstairs, the police will be here in two minutes."
"I'm really sorry about that." Tan Du picked up the chair.
"Put it there," Qiao Zhuo said, his mouth hurting as he moved. Veins throbbing in his brows, he was too lazy to talk nonsense. "Get lost."
"How about I go to the police station and spend the day there?" Tan Du advanced instead of retreating. "Boss Qiao, calm down. Zhou Jue did...what happened to his chin?"
The right side of Qiao Zhuo's chin was red and swollen, which looked horrifying. Warm fingers pinched it, and he frowned and turned his face away, but was then pulled back.
"Don't move," Tan Du leaned in closer to take a look. "The skin isn't broken, so you need to apply ice. I'll get it for you."
"No..." Before he finished speaking, the person had already walked out.
Qiao Zhuo looked at the broken mirror fragments on the ground and lightly tapped his chin with his knuckles.
Why are that person's fingers so hot?
"Brother Zhuo!" Xiao Luo knocked on the door, "Brother Zhuo, what's wrong? Let me out!"
Qiao Zhuo suddenly woke up and went to open the door.
Xiao Luo rushed out with his fists clenched, protecting him.
"Let's go." Qiao Zhuo pushed him away.
Xiao Luo turned around and looked him up and down: "Brother, are you okay?"
"Where are the eyes?" Qiao Zhuo raised his chin, "Here."
"Fuck! This, this, this, such a big piece! That bastard! I..."
"Stop cursing," Qiao Zhuo rubbed his ears, "my head hurts."
"Huh? Why does my head hurt? Brother, are you dizzy? Maybe you got a concussion!"
Qiao Zhuo took a deep breath and said, "You're giving me a headache!"
Xiao Luo covered his mouth with his hands and rushed out the next second.
“Where are you going!”
"I'll go get you some ice!"
"talk……"
Disappeared again.
Qiao Zhuo closed his eyes. When did this building start to have a rocket? At least the door was closed. The air conditioning was gone and it was so hot.
Fortunately, there are no other guests today.
The cicadas outside the window chirped one after another, and Qiao Zhuo almost fell asleep in a daze.
"Hiss—" Qiao Zhuo felt a chill on his chin as he opened his eyes. "Boss Tan is taking revenge on me again."
My voice wasn't open, so the words sounded a bit sticky.
Tan Du curled his fingers and said, "It's too late to repay the favor."
Qiao Zhuoyi took the ice and applied it to himself, wrapping it with a towel. It didn't prick his hands and was quite comfortable.
The ground beside the sofa sank, and Tan Du sat down unceremoniously, handing over a cup. Water droplets hung on the outside of the glass, and small bubbles inside competed to rise, exploding on the surface, emitting the fragrance of peaches.
"Are you thirsty? Try it."
Qiao Zhuoyi swallowed and said, "What is this?"
"Peach-flavored sparkling American coffee." Tan Du brought the straw to his mouth.
Qiao Zhuo thought of the unpleasant taste of Chinese medicine and said, "You still say it's not revenge."
"Sparkling water can dispel the bitterness and is very refreshing. Try it."
Qiao Zhuo raised his chin slightly and took a sip tentatively. It was quite good.
After drinking half a cup, he was surprised to find that the cup had been in Tan Du's hand. He snatched it away and coughed lightly: "Why don't you drink it yourself?"
"I'm intolerant to caffeine." Tan Duhui said.
"?" Qiao Zhuoyi was puzzled. "Then why do you open a coffee shop?"
Tan Du smiled and skipped the topic: "Let me clean up your room first."
"No need." Qiao Zhuo stood up and said, "I'll let Xiao Luo come later."
"A lot of customers came just now, and Xiao Luo is helping Xiao Lu."
"Boss Tan is so good at ordering other people around."
Tan Du looked at him and smiled: "It's not like the boss of another company is here with you, you can do whatever you want, Boss Qiao."
The eyes behind the lenses blinked a few times, and the shadows under the eyelids jumped like bubbles in a cup, flowing across the tip of the tongue, making it tingle and numb.
Qiao Zhuoyi sat back down, holding the cup in his hand, and raised his eyebrows: "Xiao Tan, sweep the floor."
"Okay, Boss Joe."
The back muscles were faintly visible under the mint green shirt, and the shoulder area was slightly raised, which showed that he was not skinny.
Boss Qiao, holding ice cubes in one hand and an ice drink in the other, withdrew his gaze, looked at his arm, and moved it slightly.
"Brother Zhuo, I'm back!" Xiao Luo walked in carrying two bags.
"What are you holding?" Qiao Zhuo looked over.
"Ice cubes and ointment," Xiao Luo replied. "Thank you, Boss Tan. Uncle Qiang was so fierce, yelling for you!"
"Okay," Tan Du said, his voice finished, "Boss Qiao, I..."
"Hurry and go."
Xiao Luo put the ice cubes into the refrigerator and muttered, "Brother, remember to take it when you go back. Apply ice for the first 48 hours, wrap a towel around it, and apply heat after 48 hours. Also, there's this ointment. You..."
"I can read," Qiao Zhuoyi pressed his temples. "Stop talking. This ice?"
"TD took it," Xiao Luo said carefully, "I paid for it."
"lie."
"Huh? I, I didn't!"
"Look in the mirror. Oh, it's broken. Look in your phone, you little brat. Your eyes are as big as copper bells. Black Cat Sheriff?" Qiao Zhuo looked at the ointment. "He asked you to buy this thing, right?"
"Who, who?"
Qiao Zhuo shot him a sharp look, and Xiao Luo chuckled, "I didn't expect Boss Tan to be quite experienced, huh?"
"Ha, you."
"Brother Zhuo, Boss Tan helped us this time..."
"I need his help?"
Qiao Zhuoyi took out a lollipop and put it in his mouth. When it pulled the wound, he frowned in annoyance and picked up the ointment.
Tsk, why is this thing green?
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