Fairy, please pay me back.

Chapter 31 Brother Fu

In the early morning, the morning sun rises slowly amid the sparse chirping of birds.

In the guest room, Jian Fusheng was arguing with the lobby manager...

It was noisy from early morning until dawn!

Just listen to Jian Fusheng roar:

"You want [-] to boil a kettle? [-] for a rotten table? [-] for a broken mattress? You're running a hotel run by an African, you're so stupid!"

The manager made a donkey face, shook a compensation price list in his hand, and said righteously:

"It's a matter of course that you have to pay for damage to things. How much do you have to pay for the things in the guest room? It's written in black and white. Didn't you read it when you checked in?"

"Pooh!"

Jian Fusheng spat and cursed:
"You put that piece of paper under the sofa cushion, I'm looking at your sister?"

The manager glanced at the compensation form calmly, pointed to a line of small words on it and said:

"Spitting on the ground will result in an additional fine of five hundred. It's written on it!"

Jian Fusheng sat down on the spring mattress, rolled his eyes and said:

"Either I will buy you a new set, or you can calculate it based on the selling price online, otherwise you won't get a penny!"

The manager leaned against the door with his hands in his arms and sneered:
"You wait!"

At almost eight o'clock, three tall and sturdy men in security uniforms, all with guns and electric batons, blocked the door of the room.

Seeing the security coming, the manager perked up.

When he entered the guest room earlier, he saw Jian Fusheng holding a round stick in his hand. He didn't dare to do it for a while, and decided to test him with words first.

After arguing for a long time, the manager gradually felt relieved when he saw that Jian Fusheng had no intention of taking action. He guessed that the boy had registered his ID card when checking out the room, so he probably didn't dare to make the matter a big deal.

To give myself some reassurance, the manager plans to blackmail this guy for more money!
After clearing his throat, the manager smiled slightly and said:

"Boy, you are so poor and don't have much money. How about this? You call your family and friends and pay us 8 yuan. We will let you go when the money is paid!"

Jian Fusheng became angry when he heard this:

"Eighty thousand? Are you crazy about money? For your shabby decoration, [-] is as high as the sky! There is a bank across the street, why don't you go and rob it?"

The manager was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, stretched out two fingers and sneered:
"Two ways! Either you pay me honestly now, or our security beats you until you give me money. It's your choice!"

Jian Fusheng glanced at the three security guards coldly, then suddenly leaned over, grabbed the round stick with his left hand, reached into his arms with his right hand like lightning, and took out a pistol!
The shooting last night was just a dream. Although Jian Fusheng woke up with a round stick in his hand, the Glock 18 was still lying quietly in the inner pocket of his clothes, untouched.

When the three security guards saw him, they immediately became nervous. They all took out their pistols and aimed at Jian Fusheng.

When the manager saw this, he suddenly felt flustered and secretly regretted that he had gone too far and pushed this kid into panic.

If this kid was unarmed, it would be fine to beat him up, but he had a gun in his hand. If someone died, the manager would not be able to explain to the boss.

Quickly waving his hand, the manager said anxiously:

"Wait, wait! Little brother, please don't act recklessly. We can discuss the compensation slowly. Our hotel owner is very familiar with the patrol station. If you hurt someone here, you will definitely not be able to escape!"

When Jian Fusheng heard about the patrol station, he immediately became frightened.

With all the things he has done in the past two days, if he is really caught by the patrol, he might be finished for the rest of his life!
Putting away the gun, Jian Fusheng had no choice but to slowly talk to the manager.

After checking the price online, Jian Fusheng only agreed to compensate [-] yuan, but the manager disagreed and said it would be at least [-] yuan!
The two of them were quarreling with red faces when the manager's cell phone suddenly rang.

When he picked up the phone and listened, the manager's expression changed instantly:

"What? What did you say?"

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of footsteps in the corridor.

The security guard at the door looked back and saw a man with a leprosy head striding over, followed by a whole group of people!

These people were all wearing black or gray suits, with belts and open arms, revealing their strong muscles. Pistols were blatantly strapped to their waists, and the handles of machetes were exposed from the suits!
The security guard frowned and asked:
"What are you doing? This is Haoqiang International Hotel..."

Snapped!
The leper raised his hand and slapped him in the face, knocking back the second half of the security guard's sentence.

"Get the hell out of here, don't give way to me!"

As soon as the maniac shouted, a group of people behind him took out their pistols and pointed them at the three security guards.

The three security guards were immediately frightened and got out of the way. There were more than a dozen people on the other side. One shot per person and the three of them were stunned.

Lezitou took the lead and filed in with half the team, leaving a few people to stare at the security guard at the door.In the guest room, Jian Fusheng and the manager were shocked.

Lezitou squeezed into the guest room with seven or eight people, picked up his mobile phone and looked at the photo on his ID card, and then looked at Jian Fusheng carefully, then bent down and bowed, shouting loudly:

"Brother Fu! My little brother Yam, Brother Kun sent me to follow your command!"

As soon as Lezitou opened his mouth, the younger brothers behind him all bowed and said:

"Fu Ge!"

Manager Datang put his hands on the wall, his back pressed tightly against the wall, and his calves were trembling!

It’s over!I got into big trouble today!
You have provoked the underworld!

Jian Fusheng stared at the mangy head dumbfounded, feeling in his heart a hundred thousand grass and mud horses galloping past.

This...how the hell do you want me to explain this?

I am really not a gangster...

Brother Kun cheated on me!

Raising his hand in confusion, Jian Fusheng waved twice slowly.

say something

"Hi guys!"

Yam Yao winked at the boys behind him, then bent down and lowered their heads together, and shouted neatly:
"Hello Brother Fu!"

After bowing, Yayao turned to the manager, stepped forward, grabbed his neck, pressed his body against the wall and lifted him up, and said with a sinister smile:

"I just heard from the front desk that robbers came to your hotel in the middle of the night. They robbed our eldest brother of 10 yuan and smashed the guest room. But you didn't catch the robber, and instead asked our brother Fu for money?"

The manager's face turned red from being pinched by him, and he couldn't say anything. He could only shake his head for a while, and found that the man's head was squeezed tighter and tighter, so he nodded hurriedly.

After pinching the manager for half a minute, Yao Yao released his neck. When the manager squatted against the wall and gasped for air, he kicked him hard in the crotch.

The manager waved his hands and quickly begged for mercy:

"Yes, yes! The guest room was damaged by robbers. It was due to poor management of our hotel. We will apologize to Brother Fu right now!"

Yam kicked again and cursed:

"Forget about apologizing? Where is Brother Fu's 10 yuan? Now call your hotel owner. If you don't send me the money within an hour, you will stop opening this hotel!"

Jian Fusheng stood aside and couldn't stand it anymore.

The people under Brother Kun are not good people either. What is the difference between them and Boss Zhou?
"Uh-huh!"

Jian Fusheng cleared his throat and said:

"Um, Brother Yam?"

Yam quickly turned his head and said with a smile on his face:

"Brother Fu, please don't say that. Just call me Yao Yao! Brother Kun has arranged your seniority for you, and you are on par with all the hall leaders. It's right for us to call you brother! But you can't shout randomly. The rules in the meeting are strict. If Brother Kun hears this, we will be punished!"

Jian Fusheng nodded, sighed and said:

"Okay... that... yam... there were no robbers here last night... I smashed the guest room..."

Yam Yao's expression was frozen, and he thought to himself that Brother Fu is not as good as Brother Kun said, why do you feel so stupid?

Grabbing the manager's collar, Yam Yao lifted him up and said with an embarrassed smirk:
"I'm sorry just now, I have mental illness and often have hallucinations!"

Jian Fusheng called the manager to his side and asked him to count the damaged items and decoration costs one by one, and finally lost [-] yuan.

The manager felt like he was on the verge of death, but instead he burst into tears of gratitude to Jian Fusheng and said while settling the accounts:

"Brother Fu, you are such a good person!"

Jian Fusheng was speechless, sighed and explained:
"Well... I'm really not a gangster!"

The manager raised his head and glanced at the room full of boys, and nodded desperately:
"I see!"

Jian Fusheng wished he could slap him to death...

How much do you know!
　Because the chapters are blocked, I haven’t changed them several times, so I’ll post the ones that I think have no problems first, and then post the second half of the chapter after I’ve revised it.

　　
　
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