Feng Chenglin turned his head to look unhappy, but didn't find anyone smiling, so he gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice.

"I...I take wages and hire people for you... Am I crazy?"

"...Haha..."

The laughter is louder.

At this time, Feng Chenglin finally saw clearly that it was a little old man drinking alone in the corner.

He was wearing a hat, and his clothes were dirty, and beside him was a wooden pedestal used by a dealer, on which was hung a bunch of large and small pendants.

It looks like a trafficker who sells small things.

Feng Chenglin lowered his eyes, and immediately raised his head and rolled his eyes: "Why are you smiling? You have no young things, no girls who have not chased after? Me...I am pursuing others, and being babbled by them is normal. What is it? funny!"

While speaking, his eyes calmly glanced at other people.

In the hall, it seemed that this little old man who was drinking alone, gave him and Ling Luoyu a treat. The others were all irrelevant, and they didn't even lift their eyelids.

This also let Feng Chenglin breathe a sigh of relief.

Visually, these people still have no doubt about their identity.

However, he couldn't guess the old man's mind.

It is definitely not an ordinary trafficker who can come in here

All the special people here are going to die, and they get some needles and brains, who are they selling to?

Sell to ghosts?

Moreover, even ordinary people can feel amazing depression when entering this restaurant.

How can I still have the mind and courage, dare to drink a small wine here, have a taste, and still have the intention to make fun of him after seeing his interaction with Ling Luoyu? !

Those who dare to laugh and those who can laugh all show that this person is not an ordinary person!

However, he knew that Feng Chenglin had to pretend that he didn't know anything, and gave the old man a vicious look.

"If you have enough food and drink, rest if you need to rest, leave if you need to go, don't hide in our place... I tell you, in our shop, even if you sleep on the table, it is Collect a small amount of money!"

Quite provocatively, he raised an eyebrow.

"Old man, what's the matter, do you add a sleeping seat or not? I have to collect the bill here!"

"You baby, I haven't had enough food and drink. You have to collect the bill. How do you know that I will eat this thing?"

The old man banged the dishes, licking his lips.

"Look, I haven't eaten half of my plate of peanuts, and the wine is still hot, at least, and I have to wait until I have eaten almost before I can settle the money with you? It makes no sense that I only ate half of it. , I have to settle the bill with you!"

Feng Chenglin stretched his neck and glared at the peanuts in front of him: "You...you old man, that plate of peanuts, if you eat it until tomorrow night, the wine... How many times have you heated up? Look at the hot coal that was spilled on the side. How many have you changed?"

In the restaurant, guests have the right to warm wine, which is also free.

But this warm wine can't be warmed ten times eight times in a pot, right?

"Old man, fortunately, it's night. We don't have many guests here. So, we can satisfy your small request for warming wine more or less, but there is one thing, if tomorrow, you will still be like this, and it will be delayed. If we receive other guests...that would be really embarrassing, old man, when that happens, we will invite you out without being affectionate."