Chapter 291 Don’t even think about it

Zhang Xingwang wanted to drink immediately after hearing this. This manager was not much better than the Third Master. What was he talking about taking things away? Who was he talking about here?

He quickened the pace of packing the money and stuffed the account book in as well, preparing to let it gather dust in the space together with the previous one.

But I wondered why so much money was left in the space to collect dust and take up space. I wasn't really stupid, so I said to the manager:

"Master Liu, please ask around. It would be best if you could help me exchange some yellow croaker for it. If possible, combine it with the supplies on the black market. I'll come back to get it next time."

After hearing this, the manager immediately regained his servile smile and said with a smile:

"What you said, we can definitely help you change it, and the supplies are no problem, but we have to deal with it separately, and the draw..."

"Just follow the rules..."

"You are so particular! Don't worry, but you have to pay first. We are a small business, so we have to pay first and then deliver the goods!"

Speechless Zhang Xingwang angrily put the sack on the table, pretending to be a dog owner, and said without hesitation:

"That's all, all changed!"

The manager's face darkened when he heard this, and he said with a smile:

"You should have said so earlier. According to the rules, you passed it over, and I have to count it again. You don't know, in order to deal with this money and accounts, I haven't walked for three days. Now I feel like my legs have degenerated."

While grumbling, he helplessly took out the account book, handed it to Zhang Xingwang with a sad face, and said:

"Please take the account book and don't break the rules. Otherwise, it will be a bit wrong and make everyone uncomfortable..."

Zhang Xingwang, who had been speechless for a long time, got up and left the yard with the account book, intending to take some fresh air. Although he could be said to have no shortage of money, he came here today just to collect debts.

Not to mention the loneliness of collecting the money, it is really not a pleasant feeling to watch others counting your money, not to mention that the frivolous Third Master laughs from time to time on the side, who can stand it.

Zhang Xingwang looked up at the big tree in the yard and lit a cigarette. The two old brothers looked at him in silence, and it seemed that even his back was sulking...

After a long time, a young man came to the yard and respectfully told the manager inside that the wild boar had been almost cleaned.

The steward stopped counting the money and looked at the Third Master who was staring at the money on the table. He smirked and then coughed and said:

"Third Master, the wild boar has been dealt with, it's your turn now!"

The manager was still wondering, the Third Master was not the kind of person who was greedy for money. He had seen all kinds of big scenes, so why was he staring at the money?

After hearing this, the Third Master was stunned for a moment, nodded lightly, and then put his hands on the table, imitating Zhang Xingwang's style, and fluttered his hands towards the money on the table...

After that, he stared blankly at the scattered money and the steward who was holding his chest, muttered "It's not that simple", then immediately got up and left, walked quickly to the yard and said quickly:

"Someone, get some big pots and start cooking in the yard today..."

"Third Master, even if you want to practice, you have to wait until I finish counting. I've only counted halfway, you're being too rude..."

The Third Master was looking at the wild boar that had been delivered, and completely ignored the steward who was jumping up and down in the room. He suddenly frowned again and instructed the young man who was preparing the pot:

"Bring a few more pots, ordinary iron pots will do, remember..."

Even when Zhang Xingwang wanted to stew Sanye in the house, he refused to agree, saying that drinking facing a big pot was more artistic. As long as he faced the pot, he would accept whatever he drank today...

The Third Master was in high spirits at this moment. He jumped up and down and finally prepared the wild boar meat. The two of them looked at the several big pots in the yard and sighed for a long time. After all, a whole pig could not be stewed in one pot.

What does it mean to stew a pig in the courtyard these days? The two guys in charge of adding fuel to the fire were drooling. I guess the meat was well-seasoned after the stewing. After the pot was boiled, the aroma of the meat was so delicious that it was almost overwhelming...

The Third Master did not use wild boar meat to go with the wine, but used two pairs of pigeons. The steward had not even finished counting the money when the fried and stewed pigeons and two cold dishes were ready and put on the table.

The two of them looked quietly at the steaming stewed pigeon. Zhang Xingwang also smiled like a god of war in response to the situation. After posing casually, he slowly took out six bottles of wine from his "pocket" one after another.

I raise my eyebrows to show that I admit that I am facing the iron pot. I hope your drinking capacity today is worthy of this atmosphere...

At first, San Ye unconsciously imitated Zhang Xingwang's movements, but then, seeing Zhang Xingwang's provocative look, he silently withdrew his hands from his pockets, and unconsciously held the pipe tightly with both hands, just like holding an AK, and the surprise on his face gradually disappeared...

Today's dinner was not very appetizing to begin with. There were pigeons and stewed pork in the yard. With the sound of the guy next to him slurping his saliva, Zhang Xingwang really couldn't stand it anymore. He looked at the Third Master and was very dissatisfied with the manager's efficiency in counting money...

After sitting and waiting for nearly a quarter of an hour, the manager and his grandson finally came out of the house. Then the grandson took the man who was adding fuel to the fire, sniffed for a long time, and then left with a sack on his back.

The steward shook his sore arms with a bitter face, and after sitting down, he glared at the Third Master. The Third Master frowned, casually added a bowl of pigeon soup to the steward, and then looked at the steward expressionlessly, as if to say, "Don't make me angry."

Zhang Xingwang was really hungry at this time. Seeing that the two brothers were fighting like bulls and refused to move their chopsticks, he quickly said jokingly:

"Sixth Master, you have worked hard today. Third Master is very grateful and will let you eat first. Let's start eating..."

The steward stretched out his shaking hands and picked up the spoon. After trying for a long time, he still couldn't feed it to the mouth. After wiping his dirty face with great effort, he said resentfully:

"You guys eat first. I just counted the money twice. My hands got cramped the last time. I need to eat slowly..."

After hearing this, the Third Master put down his chopsticks and glared at the steward, his eyes revealing dangerous information, clearly warning him:

"I can't possibly feed you, don't even think about it..."

Then the atmosphere gradually became harmonious. Zhang Xingwang looked at the manager who was drinking soup on the table. He thought that everyone had had enough, so he opened the wine and poured a glass in front of everyone, ready to leave.

The only downside is that the wine glasses that Mr. San brought today are a bit small. I think I should prepare them myself next time...

After clinking glasses with the Third Master and signaling to the lying steward, Zhang Xingwang raised his head to drink the cup, and then started to eat the stewed pigeon without any hesitation.