When Molina, dressed as a waiter, came out with a French dish of snail baking, his face was suddenly stunned, and then as if he remembered something, a gloomy look appeared in his eyes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

However, his mentality adjusted quickly, only slightly certainly, and he lowered his head and placed the plate on the table.

"Sir, please slow down."

With that, Molina turned and prepared to leave.

As a result, the guest stopped him.

"Wait...... Ha, isn't this our Mr. Detective? What a coincidence, Molina, we didn't expect to meet here again. You're doing a good job now, not a scout, but a waiter. Ha ha! ”

The voice was full of ridicule and disdain, and a middle-aged man in a straight suit looked at Molina with contempt, none other than Molina's former colleague Rusto.

An embarrassed look flashed across Molina's face, and he quickly returned to his senses, he just nodded and did not speak.

Instead, the companions who came with Rustor were surprised or sarcastic.

"It's really Contesares! Oh my God, how did you become a waiter here? ”

"Ha, I really didn't expect it, Conterres, it turns out that your best job is to be a grandson for someone else? But don't blame you, after all, football is really not for you! ”

"Because of what happened last time, I'm afraid no club wants to hire him, right? But it doesn't matter, I heard that the remuneration of being a waiter is not low, and there is a lot of consumption. Guys, everyone be generous, here's my tip, a euro, is it enough, Mr. Detective? ”

People are like this, for people who are better off than themselves, they are either envious or jealous, and for people who are more unsatisfactory than themselves, especially if this person is still very familiar with them, there will be an inexplicable sense of superiority in their hearts, and then there will be undisguised cynicism.

The face of his former colleague made Molina shake his head in his heart, and only now did he feel that all the years he had worked for the club had been completely in vain, and he didn't know how confused he had been to work with such a person all these years.

"If you need anything, please feel free to call me. We welcome you to our restaurant and wish you a pleasant meal. ”

Faced with a lot of ridicule and ridicule, Molina only responded lightly and was about to leave.

Rustor looked at Molina for a long time, wanting to see the inferiority complex and loss on the other party's face, but he was disappointed, from beginning to end, Molina behaved calmly, as if the people in front of him were just some irrelevant people, etc., he didn't pay attention to it at all.

This disappointed Rusto. He hadn't forgotten the scene a few months ago when Molina took that hateful Oriental boy to beat himself up in an office building in Bilbao, and even after all this time, he still couldn't forget that scene, that angry face, those scarlet eyes, and sometimes he would wake up from a nightmare in which the boy who made him both resentful and frightened beat him with his fists again.

That violent beating left a lot of shadows in his heart. He hated Van Bizhuang as well as Molina. In his opinion, if it weren't for Molina's insistence on bringing that uneducated little bastard, he would not have lost so much face and suffered such a great crime.

Originally, he thought that after Molina left, he would never have any more contact with each other, but he didn't expect that it was just a party with friends and met each other again.

Rusto's mind was open, humiliating the other party, and the idea of making the other party uncomfortable grew irrepressibly from the beginning of his life.

Seeing that Molina was about to leave with a calm expression, Rustor was naturally unhappy, he stretched out his hand and knocked the spoon on the table to the ground, and the sound of "jingle ~" was particularly harsh.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Waiter, my spoon fell on the floor, could you please pick it up for me?"

The words were sincere and polite, but Rusto's expression was smiling, laughing heartily. His feet stomped on the spoon on the ground, and his eyes were fixed on Molina.

This was an insulting gesture, as if Molina had helped with the spoon, he would have slipped under Rusto's crotch.

The expressions of the companions became colorful, some people had a good smile on their faces, some people had unbearable flashes on their faces, and some people wanted to dissuade them, but they were pulled by their companions.

Molina's face finally changed, he looked at the other man, silent, no one knew what he was thinking.

"Contesares, what are you doing with the pestle still in place? This gentleman's spoon has fallen, and you quickly help him pick it up. This is the restaurant, we are waiters, and all the requests of the customers are what we need to try our best to meet, hurry. ”

The fat director appeared, and he also saw that the customers of this line were coming to Molina for trouble, but what did this have to do with him? For him, the other party is the customer, then it is God, as for the dignity of Molina, ha, dignity, dignity can be worth the fancy bills?

"Whew~"

The clenched fist suddenly loosened, and Molina gave Rustor a deep look, but at the urging of the director, he bent down.

Molina was smart, he went around in a circle, avoiding the opponent's crotch and trying to stretch his arm to grab the spoon.

Rusto's expression on the verge of smiling suddenly froze, and Molina's avoidance of the weight made him feel very shameless, and he was ruthless, picked up the water glass on the table, and pretended to drink water.

And then...... Then the water in the cup dripped down and poured it completely on Molina's head, his body.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Waiter, there seems to be something wrong with my hand, I didn't hold the glass of water steadily, and it wet your clothes, is it okay? Well, I guess it should be okay, so let's do it, I'll give you ten euros and you can send the clothes to the dry cleaners. Ha ha! ”

Laughter rang out, accompanied by Rustona's sincere "apology".

Time seemed to stand still abruptly at this moment, and everyone's eyes looked at the figure that was lying low under the table, the man whose body was already trembling slightly, was still silent, and the water droplets kept falling from his head to the ground, making a sound of "tick~tick~tick~".

No one knew what he was thinking, no one could read his expression, his head was buried very low, like his dignity, very low, very low, where no one else could see, trampled on wantonly.

There were other guests who stood up, and they couldn't stand it anymore, but it was clear that they didn't want to trouble themselves either, so they just threw down the dishes and turned away.

The fat supervisor's face also changed, even if he was greedy, but in such a situation, he couldn't be indifferent, his employees were looking at him, if he didn't make a little more statement, I'm afraid his employees would "make.". anti".

"Sir, what are you ......?"

The fat director took two steps forward and wanted to say something, but at this time, the door of the restaurant was suddenly opened, and two figures appeared in front of the door.

It was from Villarreal that rushed to Van Bizhuang and Felisa in the city of Bilbao. It's just that as soon as I entered the door, I saw such a scene, which was unexpected.

"Daddy!"

The pretty and lovely girl's face was originally filled with a bright smile of youth, but when she suddenly saw such a scene, she unconsciously changed her complexion, and after screaming, tears couldn't stop pouring out.

She was not a fool, just by this glance, she knew that her father was suffering unbearable humiliation, and his dignity was being trampled on.

Hearing the familiar voice, Molina's head finally lifted, and there was joy in his eyes, but also gloom and guilt. At this moment, the father was still thinking about his daughter, and he felt that Felisa had seen this embarrassment, which would make others think that her father was useless and embarrassing to her.

Facing Felisa, who ran over and squatted down to hug him crying, Molina looked a little helpless: "Felisa, you...... Daddy's clothes are dirty, don't get your clothes dirty...... Don't cry, Felisa, daddy is fine, it's okay......"

Felisa didn't speak, just hugged him tightly and cried vigorously in his arms.

At this time, a loud noise attracted everyone's attention, including Molina, and everyone saw that a young man with a chair was looking faintly at the lobby, and beside him, there was a broken glass door, and his feet were full of glass shards.

"Who are you, you ......"

Seeing that the door of his restaurant was smashed, the fat supervisor was stunned for a moment, and then shouted angrily, and in Fan Bizhuang's calm gaze, which seemed to be about to kill, he still wisely closed his mouth.

A wallet was taken out of his pocket by Fan Bizhuang and thrown on the ground.

"From now on, by the time I leave, this restaurant will be contracted by me, and all the irrelevant people will leave immediately, here...... It's closed! ”

The tone was very calm and indifferent, and his cold gaze looked around the scene, Fan Bizhuang was still holding a chair in his hand, and there were several wounds on his hand because of the broken glass, and the blood was flowing, which made him even more cold and indifferent.

As if sensing that this place was about to become a "battlefield", the remaining customers left quickly, and even some restaurant employees went into the back kitchen, knowing very well what was going to happen next, and pretended not to see anything.

The fat supervisor opened his mouth and walked in as well.

Several of Rusto's companions hesitated for a moment, and then quickly left. The teenager in front of them may be unfamiliar to others, but they don't know each other who works for Athletic Bilbao, a few months ago, this murderous teenager sent Rustor to the hospital in full view, and they didn't have the courage to go right with each other.

"Don't, don't go, don't go......"

The moment Fan Bizhuang came in, Rustor knew that it was going to be bad, and when he saw his companion leaving him, he shouted in panic and wanted to leave with everyone. The colleague who was still calling him a brother just now is like avoiding snakes and scorpions at the moment, lest he avoid it.

"I'm talking about no one else, but not you, Mr. Rusto!"

Fan Bizhuang carried a chair and said with a smile as he walked over.

It's just that smile, how to look at it, how to make Rustor feel cold, the scene from a few months ago, began to appear in his mind again.

"Don't, don't come here, if you come here again, I'll call the police!" …… Save...... Help me! ”

Rustor screamed in horror as he stepped back.

"What's it called, let's go, do you follow me by yourself, or I'll drag you out, choose for yourself!"

Fan Bizhuang stepped forward, grabbed Rustor by the collar of his suit, and dragged him almost to the back alley of the restaurant. Rustor kept struggling, but there was no use for it, and Fan Bizhuang's hand was like a plice, holding him tightly.

"Fan, you ......"

Molina finally came to his senses, and he covered Felisa's eyes with his hands, trying to stop what was about to happen.

Fan Bizhuang turned around and smiled at him.

"Don't worry, Mr. Molina, I'm a principled person, and I won't let an underage girl see the violent and dirty side, leave it to me, and I promise that the next time he sees you, he will be as honest as a dog!"

"Wang~"

The Spring Festival at his feet barked dissatisfiedly, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with Fan Bizhuang's comparison of this guy with it.

Fan Bizhuang smiled, dragged Rusto into the back alley. (To be continued.) )