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Section 166: The Fat Man Arrived

After seeing Eu Yang Yingliang and Li Shishi leave, Lin Meixin pondered quietly for a while alone. She felt this plan was feasible and then went upstairs to find Ye Fan and Lin Meiyu.

On the platform outside the Linhai Railway Station, a man in his twenties, overweight and with a cigar clamped between his fingers, sat there nonchalantly gnawing on a roasted chicken leg with his left hand.

The figure of the fat man immediately drew everyone's attention. Whenever he occasionally lifted his face, he looked honest, pure and cute, even with a somewhat dazed expression in his eyes. As if starving, he ate the chicken leg very quickly.

If you were to say it was someone eating chicken legs, there would be homeless people squatting here every day, gnawing on scavenged chicken legs. But if you said it was a homeless person, it wouldn't attract this much attention. This fat man, however, has a cigar clamped in his right hand and a dazzling gold ring on his right index finger.

This is also fine, but this fat guy's clothes are all high-end. You can tell just by the fabric.

However, seeing him devour the chicken leg with relish, many people couldn't help but shake their heads. Thinking to themselves: Where on earth did this fatso steal his clothes from such a wealthy family The ring on his finger must be just two dollars from some street stall. And that cigar, it has to be stolen too, right

The train station is a gathering place for all sorts of people, and the fat man's peculiar attire caught the attention of a gang quickly.

The fat man ate the chicken leg very quickly, finishing one in a few minutes. People thought he would leave now. But to everyone's surprise, he pulled out another chicken leg from nowhere, as if by magic, and started eating it nonchalantly.

"Hey, Fatty, where are you from" At that moment, a middle-aged man with a small mustache walked over, sized up the Fatty with a glance, and asked with a smile.

The fat man glanced at the man but didn't speak. He just flashed a look of panic on his face, continued to gnaw on his chicken leg, and moved his body slightly to the side.

This kind of defensive mentality, it seems that middle-aged men are especially familiar with. He didn't mind, just smiled faintly, and squatted down in front of the fat man, then said: "Hey Fatty, what brings you to Linhai"

O.T., munching on his chicken leg, made a disgusting crunching noise. He continued to devour the chicken leg without a care, as if he hadn't heard a word the middle-aged man said.

The middle-aged man was very patient. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He drew out two and offered one to the fat man, saying: "Come on, Fatty, have a cigarette. I'm not a bad guy, don't be afraid."

The fat man glanced at him nervously, raised the cigar in his hand, then took a puff, without taking the man's cigarette.

The middle-aged man chuckled and continued, "Yo, Fatty, the Liming train station is a mess. You're all alone and vulnerable. It's easy to get scammed there. There are a lot of bad people around here, so be careful."

The fat man finally finished gnawing on the chicken leg and took another puff of his cigar. He then pulled out a tissue from his pocket, wiped his mouth, and stared at the middle-aged man, trying to squeeze out a silly smile. In an innocent tone, he asked: "I didn't see any bad guys."

"Oh, this... the words 'bad person' aren't written on his face. " The middle-aged man didn't expect to encounter such a fool. Finding it amusing, he remained surprisingly patient.

"Oh," ot said. Ot, the chubby little fellow, nodded in agreement.

"Hey, Fatty, where are you staying tonight Coming to the seaside to see friends or find a job" the middle-aged man asked calmly.

The fat man's face was full of bewilderment, he shook his head, as if he didn't know what to do next, feeling very hesitant.

"Why don't you come stay with me first My factory is short on hands, so you could work there. We can talk about it later when you've had some time to think, okay" The middle-aged man smiled warmly.

"Hey, do you have any chicken legs to eat" the chubby man asked the middle-aged man with a silly grin.

"Yeah, I'll buy you chicken legs every day. " The middle-aged man nodded.

Upon hearing that there were many chicken legs to eat, the fat man's eyes lit up instantly, and the muscles on his face trembled uncontrollably. He danced with excitement, looking extremely thrilled. Just as he was about to get up, a look of caution appeared on his face.

The fatty's wariness was very obvious, making those around him unable to help but laugh.

"Then tell me, what do bad guys look like" Fatty asked with a wary face.

For instance, striking up a conversation on purpose, offering someone a cigarette, or helping someone find a job. Oh, don't give me that look. I'm just looking at you all alone and pitiful, wanting to help you out. The middle-aged man explained.

The fat man looked the middle-aged man up and down, then suddenly jumped up, startling the middle-aged man.

Suddenly, the fat man grabbed the middle-aged man's collar and shouted loudly: "Catch the bad guy, catch the bad guy..."

However, everyone around was cold and indifferent, even laughing at the scene a little.

The fatty's sudden action left the middle-aged man a little unresponsive. However, he quickly retorted with a touch of anger: "What the hell, Fatty! I was trying to help you, how dare you call me bad"

The fat man, with a guileless expression, shook his head and said: “Didn’t you say that striking up a conversation with someone and giving them a cigarette makes you a bad person”

“Oh, yeah.” The middle-aged man nodded, instantly realizing that this fat guy was actually serious.

"So you just..." The fat man asked with a silly grin.

"If I were truly a bad person, would I tell you this" the middle-aged man said calmly, with a sneer.

Ot also oh. Ot, the fat man scratched his head, looking puzzled. Just as he was about to loosen the middle-aged man's collar, it seemed like he remembered something, and immediately grabbed him again, shouting: "Ot almost got tricked by you... You're a bad guy. Police officer, arrest the bad guy..." ot

The middle-aged man was about to collapse, how could there be such a fool Today, he will be taken back and properly disciplined.

The fat man shouted at the top of his lungs, but no one paid him any attention. Everyone around him stared at him with a mixture of amusement or indifference.

"What Why aren't you catching the bad guys" Fatso's face was even more puzzled.

At that moment, five or six people squeezed out of the crowd and exchanged secret glances with the middle-aged man. Then they surrounded the fat man and led him away toward a dark alleyway beside the train station.

The fat man shouted desperately, but no one paid him any attention.

All of you, scatter! The middle-aged man shouted fiercely at the crowd, then walked towards the alleyway.

The onlookers, afraid of getting involved with these local toughs, quickly dispersed. As soon as the fat man completely vanished into the alley, the train station immediately returned to its usual bustle. What just happened seemed to have never occurred at all.

Ten minutes later, the fat man with a goofy smile appeared at the alley mouth again, holding a drumstick in his left hand and a cigar in his right. He mumbled while gnawing on the drumstick: "What kind of world is this Mom said there are bad people near the train station, but they're too bad, aren't they They even robbed my drumstick Not fun at all."

After finishing, he glanced at the chicken leg that had been devoured clean by him. He casually tossed it back, a playful glint in his eyes. He stood at the alley entrance, looked around, and then strode in another direction, muttering as he went: "Ye Fan, Fatty's here, you better welcome me grandly...at least prepare a hundred chicken legs for me..."

Inside the hutong, six or seven people lay scattered about, seemingly in a deep coma. Up to this moment, none of them understood how the silly fat man just now could have been so ruthless.

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