Chapter 89

After a period of hard work, Jing Liangtu's coffee shop finally opened.

Because of the economic downturn in this area, Jing Liangtu's coffee shop has always been tepid, but there are many repeat customers. The biggest highlight of this shop is that it has an absolutely warm and authentic environment, and there is a beautiful manager and clerk.

The bookcase on the wall is full of exquisite books, the content inside is not obscure, but full of warm meaning.

This place not only sells coffee, but also some exquisite and lovely desserts and food. Of course, these can only be completed with the help of the system.

Many students or office workers often come here to sit for a long time. Sometimes couples get together to discuss issues, and sometimes office workers can be seen here to handle work with laptops during holidays.

All in all, the atmosphere here is very elegant and cozy.

The beautiful and gentle store manager here is a highlight, with a gentle temper and a spring-like temperament, all of which are the reasons why they become repeat customers.

Because the flow of people here is not large, and the store manager is not busy, a few female students can't help but want to talk to him.

When Jing Liangtu took the coffee from the tray and handed it to her, a girl finally chatted with him: "Manager, there are so few customers here, and the price is so cheap, is it really not a loss?..Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that, I was just thinking, if such a comfortable store closes at a loss, I won’t be able to find a place to relax in the future.”

Jing Liangtu heard the little girl say this, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't lose money for the time being."

After all, Song Tiao had given too much.

The girl was relieved a little, and asked Jing Liangtu again: "Speaking of which, the manager of the store should not be a local."

Jing Liangtu nodded and said, "Well, I just moved here not long ago."

Seeing Jing Liangtu's harmless appearance to humans and animals, the girl couldn't help reminding: "You may not know that our economy is in a downturn, but Duhe Street is full of all kinds of casinos and loan sharks.People are also very fierce, our teacher said that there is a restricted area, so we must not get close."

Jing Liangtu nodded and said, "Thank you, I will remember."

When Jing Liangtu listened to someone's words, his eyes would be very sincere, as if his eyes were all about you, and the girl's heart was full of ripples.

A thin circle of red rose on her face.

When Jing Liangtu was about to go back to the counter and stand there, the girl couldn't help but asked, "Well...can I take a photo of you?"

However, what others did not expect was that Jing Liangtu refused this time.

He felt that he couldn't leave something that Song Tiao would find out, otherwise he would die.

In a way, Song Tiao is scarier than the people at the casino.

Seeing the girl's disappointed expression, Jing Liangtu felt a little sorry, so he gave her a small dessert for free.

It's just that he really has to see where the girl doesn't let him go.

Jing Liangtu deliberately chose to go to the so-called restricted area at 3:00 noon when the yang energy was at its heaviest.

He came to this place wearing sunglasses, a black mask and a peaked cap, and even wearing the flowered shirt that his big brother loves to wear.

Even so, he and the people inside still seemed very out of place.

Along the way, he has seen many strong men with bare arms and big muscles, or some skinny people with dark eyes and a very bad mental state.

Walking here, Jing Liangtu felt that no matter how heavy the yang energy was, it would not work well.

And for some reason, everyone here seems to have a tattoo on their body, as if it is some kind of trend.

He even saw a picture of going up the river during the Qingming Festival on the back of a strong man, thinking that this man was quite artistic.

In order to better shape the wild character, Jing Liangtu also decided to try a tattoo that he had never tried before.

He came to a tattoo parlor, the owner was a middle-aged man with braids, wearing glasses, slightly dark skin, and looked a bit ferocious when he was not smiling.

Hearing the sound of someone coming in, he asked without raising his head: "The price list is at the door, where is the tattoo, and what kind of tattoo?"

Jing Liangtu thought that since he wanted to get tattoos, of course he had to put them where others could see them.

But it can't be tattooed on the face or neck, which is easy to be seen by customers, after all, he still has business tomorrow.

After much deliberation, he finally decided to tattoo it on his forearm.

The tattoo artist showed him a book of samples. Jing Liangtu put his fingers on his lower lip and looked at it carefully for a long time. Finally, he chose a tattoo in the style of Bianhua, and handed over the sample to the shopkeeper.

The tattooist looked at Jing Liangtu's face for a while, then raised his hand to draw two strokes on his forearm and said, "You have a good eye, and this shape suits you quite well."

Because this shape is relatively complicated, and the tattoo itself needs to go through many repetitions of steps, Jing Liangtu, who was getting a tattoo for the first time, sat on the chair in a regular manner, with a nervous expression.

Because he is more sensitive to pain, Jing Liangtu repeatedly confirmed with the tattoo artist: "Does this hurt?"

The tattoo artist also told him repeatedly: "It hurts a little, it depends on the individual's physique."

When the tattoo machine was about to approach Jing Liangtu, he flinched.

In the end, he closed his eyes and stretched out his arms, "Come on!"

Lines, contours, cleaning, shading, cleaning, coloring, cleaning again....

An afternoon passed quickly.

Fortunately, the hard work paid off, two hours later, a beautiful Bianhua appeared on Jing Liangtu's forearm.

On Jing Liangtu's fair skin, the bright Bana flowers are extraordinarily coquettishly red.

The tattoo artist is also very satisfied with this kind of work. After all, Jing Liangtu's arm lines are very beautiful. If this kind of tattoo is placed on someone else, it will not have such an amazing effect.

His ferocious expression was also softened by his smile.

He smiled and asked, "Can I take a picture of you and keep it as a sample picture? I can give you a discount."

Jing Liangtu hadn't recovered from the pain, but when he heard the word "discount", he instantly regained his energy.

"Of course, how much discount?"

Tattooist: "I can't tell you love money."

Jing Liangtu: "What's the matter, people die for money and birds die for food."

Tattoo artist: "Dude, don't curse yourself like that."

Jing Liangtu: "?"

All in all, the tattoo artist gave Jing Liangtu a 50% discount in the end, and the tattoo picture on Jing Liangtu's arm was saved here.

Before going out from here, Jing Liangtu bought a thin coat from the nearby clothing store to wear on his body to cover his tattoos.

It was also the first time he had this kind of tattoo, and when his forearm rubbed against his clothes, he would feel a burning pain.

Just when he was about to go out from here, he saw a person was thrown outside before his eyes, and then a group of people in black rushed up to punch and kick him, yelling: "You brat!It’s really big, huh? Come in to gamble without money, don’t you want to die?”

Jing Liangtu looked at the person who was beaten, and felt in a daze that he might be his future self.

He couldn't help but said, "How much does he owe you?"

The men in black turned their heads to look at him after hearing the voice.

Being stared at by these people, Jing Liangtu was silently a little nervous.

The person who was beaten looked very young, even younger than Jing Liangtu.

His body has been kicked and covered with dust, and it looks very painful.

"He bet ten thousand, do you have it?"

Yes, but Jing Liangtu had to ask clearly, after all he didn't help everyone.

Besides, if it is someone addicted to gambling, even if he helped him this time, he will still make the same mistake next time, so it is better to let him suffer a little bit this time, so as to have a long memory.

Therefore, at the risk of being caught and beaten together, Jing Liangtu approached them and asked, "Why...why do you gamble?"

The person who was beaten was wearing a hoodie and was wrapping his head tightly with the hat at the moment.

Hearing this, he cautiously raised his eyes and said, "I... want to get money quickly to treat my grandma."

Hearing such reasons, Jing Liangtu inexplicably thought of Bai Yi.

Speaking of which, Bai Yi also came to his side for his mother.

However, he no longer saw this person.

This is the fate of the traveler.

Thinking of this, he sighed and said, "Stop beating, I'll pay for his money."

The men in black looked at each other for a while, and asked, "Are you rich?"

Jing Liangtu said: "If I have money, who should I transfer it to?"

Among them, a relatively strong man stood up and said, "Of course it's for our boss."

Jing Liangtu asked: "Are you their boss?"

"Our boss is upstairs."

In this way, Jing Liangtu entered the casino for the first time.

It was full of smoky atmosphere, very noisy, and a few rude curses and crazy laughter could be heard from time to time.

The young man who was beaten was held behind his arms, and Jing Liangtu followed them step by step.

Anyway, he was in.

In the end, Jing Liangtu met the boss they were talking about.

He has dyed white hair, earrings on his ears, a cigarette between his fingers, and his eyes are slightly squinted, with a posture of playing in the world.

The man in black said, "Boss, he said he would pay for that bastard."

The white-haired boss raised his eyebrows and said, "No way, there are such idiots in this world?"

The idiot Jing Liangtu: "..."

Bai Mao took a puff of smoke, turned his eyes to glance at Jing Liangtu's face, and smiled: "Yo, it's still a beautiful face, okay, I'm sure."

Jing Liangtu asked: "Is it v you or?"

Bai Mao: "You can figure it out."

Jing Liangtu pursed his lips, and opened WeChat in front of him.

Seeing this, Bai Mao also slowly opened the payment code.

Then he saw that Jing Liangtu's WeChat balance was 30 cents.

Jing Liangtu said "oh", "I'm sorry, I forgot, just wait a minute."

Baimao: "..."

Is this person playing him?

Fortunately, after Jing Liangtu fiddled with it for a while, there was money in WeChat, and with a beep, 10,000 yuan was successfully transferred.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "Have you received it?"

Bai Mao sucked the cigarette into his mouth and nodded slightly.

Jing Liangtu: "Then that person..."

Bai Mao believed in his words: "Let him go."

Seeing the young man finally get rid of the shackles, Jing Liangtu heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to leave when he was stopped by the person behind him.

Bai Mao asked with a smile: "Beauty, would you like to come and play with us?"