In Chang'an, Yongzhou, it was still early, and the cold air that had not dissipated all night, gathering the smoke and dust generated by the indispensable heating of the northern cities, and light yellow fog, or haze.

The vendors on the street occupied the position early, and short tables were placed out, milky white soy milk utensils, and boiling soup pots with pasta, with a swell of heat, mixed with the heat waves rising from the oil pans with various golden snacks such as rolling fried dough sticks, and the haze that surged out of the chimney and various scents were mixed together, which became life.

The owner of the vendor, Wang Anguo, was busy kneading, cutting, stretching, and frying a series of work that were not complicated but not only tested the skills. His wife was busy serving guests who came to eat at various tables, and chatting with a few words from time to time.

Most of these customers are regular customers, just across the street, hundreds of people live in the entire building, and they don’t come out all day, not knowing what they are busy with.

However, since these people came here, their business has improved a lot, which has made my wife very kind to these young people. After getting familiar with each other, she will talk a little more.

His wife held a plate of high-stacked, golden and crispy fried dough sticks, a few bowls of milky white steaming soy milk, and attached a small plate of pickled side dishes such as shredded cabbage, shredded radish, etc.

"Young man? What do you do? I saw that I didn't see anyone all day long, and I was a little popular when I was having dinner..."

While placing fried dough sticks, soy milk and refreshing side dishes on the table, she was muttering and chatting with a few young people on the table with a smile. As she said that, she did not forget to pick up the rag and wipe the little water stains on the table.

"Aunt, we are a game studio, we play games every day, and we don't go out much." The young man in charge replied casually, but his eyes were all on the golden fried dough sticks and milky white bean juice.

He had just finished his game, and he couldn't help but salivate when he saw these delicacies.

"Eat it, eat it, see if you are hungry, you don't have enough soy juice and you will add it yourself. Don't have any money!"

"Okay, thank you aunt."

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"Shi Ping! Stop for me!"

With a bang, the thrown glass door made a loud noise, and suddenly sounded with sharp screams, which immediately scared several young people who were about to have a meal.

The voice was coming from the direction of their game studio. They hurriedly looked up and saw a burly middle-aged man with serious facial features leaving the studio with a big suitcase. He pursed his lips and walked outside without saying a word.

"Boss Drunkard..." Several young men recognized the man's identity and looked complicated on their faces.

The studio was crowded with people, and a woman hurried over in high heels, wearing heavy makeup and light makeup, and her slim figure could not be hidden under her heavy clothes. Her beautiful face was a little distorted because of her anxious hysteria.

Seeing that she couldn't catch up with the drunkard who had no turning his head in front, she stopped and said angrily, "Shi Ping! Are you leaving like this? Are you a man?"

The drunkard finally stopped, and he turned his head, his pupils reflected the woman in front of the door and the people who rushed over from behind. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said sarcastically, "Ha! Why? I have sold my studio by you, and I still have to be responsible for counting the money for you?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuting's facial expression was a little unnatural. She was about to speak when the people surrounded her back finally rushed over.

"Brother-in-law, it's wrong for you to say this. Everyone worked hard when building the studio, but you just took more shares. Why did the studio become yours?"

The drunkard's eyes fell behind Chen Yuting, and the young man walked slowly towards the face of the young man who was approaching. The young man looked vaguely similar to his sister, and he looked proud and satisfied.

When young and loyal, he valued loyalty. When he set up a studio, he thought of taking care of everyone and sharing the blessings, so he dispersed his shares. Unexpectedly, what he did at the beginning actually created the current scene, and even more so, his beloved woman actually took everything in the studio with her brother.

It's really a tyranny...

The drunkard looked at the people who rushed over. Most of them looked ashamed. Wherever the drunkard's eyes reached, they all avoided their eyes and did not want to look at him.

The drunkard sighed softly in his heart, and he also knew that most of the studio members here were different from him. They all signed contracts and wanted to leave, they had to compensate for the sky-high breach of contract fees.

Looking at these brothers who couldn't help but accompany him all the way, the drunkard thought about it and said,

"Black fox is not a good thing, he is cruel and ruthless. The merger of the studio and the fox hunting is tantamount to seeking skin with a tiger..."

"Okay, okay! Put away your trick." Half-step hell waved his hand impatiently, "The studio is not yours, so don't worry. Either continue working in the studio honestly, I won't treat you badly, or just get out of here quickly. Such a big studio is not inferior to you." Anyway, I have already broken my face and have nothing to worry about.

"Haha." The drunkard looked at Chen Yuting who had not spoken, "It turns out that he has raised a good brother."

"Please take care of yourself!"

Naturally, he could not be insulted here again. The drunkard's eyes finally fell on the half-step hell, shook his head, and then pulled the suitcase and left without hesitation.

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The young people who were still eating at the breakfast stall had complicated eyes. They watched the drama in front of them, and as the drama ended, the drunkard left lonely, and half a step into hell, he called everyone around the glass door and returned to the studio.

"You guys say, is it not very authentic for us to do this?" one of the young men hesitated.

"Oh, what can we do?" The young man next to him sighed heavily, his tone full of helplessness. "We have not completed the contract period, and now we have to leave with the drunkard boss. We must pay a sky-high breach of contract fee...."

When the default fee was mentioned, the young man who had originally spoken out no longer spoke. He was about to marry his girlfriend and he had to spend money on everything. The signing fee of up to 7 digits was not something he could imagine.

"Forget it, forget it, don't think about it, eat and eat!" The man who just spoke was also a little annoyed. He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

But he looked at the soy sauce noodles that he thought were extremely delicious a few minutes ago, but now he has no appetite.

"I just looked carefully. The drunkard boss, Feng Nanming and others seemed to be not here..."

"Are you afraid of seeing the drunkard boss... Alas, we are all sorry for him..."

"Alas... Every family has a difficult sutra to recite......"
Chapter completed!