If you want to get involved in a gang, you must admit your mistakes and be punished if you get beaten... Of course, this is not the style of a certain badger. It is impossible for him to admit his mistakes, but he will not really learn from others to make trouble.
After waving his paw to show that he was the one who broke the tile and smashing the second tile with his head on the spot, the white aunt, who thought he had a tendency to self-harm, readily waived the little fox's compensation fees and politely drove them both out.
On the brightly lit pedestrian street, a man and a badger were strolling calmly, and neither of them was in a hurry to find a new place to stay.
"Are you really okay?"
As the little fox walked, she kept looking at Wang Ping's nose and even wanted to pinch it. After the latter bared his teeth and cracked his paws, she generously said that she would give up, as she respected the boss's "badger character".
But the little girl couldn't help but continue to be curious.
She had heard of animals with hard skulls and many with hard mouths, but this was the first time she had seen one with a hard nose. It seemed that nature really favored animals.
Listening to her praise, Wang Ping remained silent.
The badger knew his own business, so he just said "it's okay" to her perfunctorily.
How could such a delicate nose be fine after being pressed against the tile? He used his arm, not his nose, to exert force. His nose was still sore and he could feel that the bridge of his nose was definitely broken.
That's why he didn't let the little fox touch him. Firstly, it hurt. Secondly, he was afraid that the little fox would find out something fishy and take him to get an injection.
"We have nothing to do anyway, why don't we go get some midnight snack?"
Most of the ways that the little fox could think of to kill time were related to eating. Wang Ping had no objection, since his figure was hopeless anyway.
However, this time neither of them suggested trying anything new. After passing through Zhongshan Park, they followed a familiar smell and saw a Chinese barbecue restaurant with a stall set up outside the door.
Next to it stands a three-story red brick building with three tall decorative arches in front of it, level with the street lights.
The little fox didn't notice where it was, but Wang Ping's night vision eyes could see it clearly. On the banner on the rooftop, it read "Hongmen People's Party Headquarters in Canada".
Thinking of the old men he saw during the day, this Chinatown suddenly had a sense of historical vicissitudes in the eyes of a certain badger. Even the uncle in the vest grilling skewers seemed a little mysterious, with stories in his eyes.
"Uncle! Give me ten skewers of mutton, ten skewers of pork belly, two skewers of chicken hearts, two skewers of chicken wings! And one more kidney!"
The little fox jumped forward, pointing at the rack next to the barbecue stove and making a lot of noise. Wang Ping felt that his eyes, which were full of stories, suddenly lit up and became golden.
"Okay! Little girl, you know how to eat! Uncle will treat you to another skewer of grilled ribs, using our family's unique secret recipe!"
The little fox pinched his nose and said, "Uncle, you really know how to do business," which made the diners around him laugh.
"Old Shen, you are so stingy. The girl ordered so many, but you only gave her one!"
"If you ask me, giving one of each would show your sincerity!"
"One skewer is not enough. Didn't you see that they brought their pets? At least two skewers of each, right?"
A group of people were laughing and joking, and they seemed to be old neighbors. The barbecue chef, who was called Lao Shen, was not angry, and occasionally turned around to laugh and scold.
The little fox found an empty table, moved a plastic chair for a badger, and then sat down opposite it.
Wang Ping picked up a tissue, wiped the seat again and again, then rolled it into a ball, turned around and threw it at the head of the man who just called him a pet, causing another burst of laughter. The uncle who was thrown was not angry, and even grabbed a handful of peanuts for him, which made the badger feel embarrassed.
This kind of scene where everyone laughs and jokes like a family, regardless of whether they have known each other before or not, as long as they have the same skin color and speak the same language, can probably only be seen in Chinatowns overseas.
Someone had already started chatting with the little fox, chatting casually. After learning that she and a badger had just been kicked out of the hotel, she started cursing. A middle-aged lady said she would go with her later, saying that her family also ran a hotel and would let her stay there for free.
Wang Ping rested his chin on the table, peeling peanuts with his paws, and listened to the conversation. At this time, the content playing on the TV in the store attracted his attention.
In the picture, a brown-haired female reporter is talking to the camera, with police lights flashing behind her. A van can be seen leaning on the side of the road, with the front of the van deformed, and two people in the van are being carried away covered with a white sheet.
If it was an ordinary car accident, there would be nothing to note. At most, I would admire these two drivers for being able to hit the roadside monitoring pole so accurately. Their skills are comparable to Gu Laosan's.
What Wang Ping really cares about is what is in this truck.
As the camera zoomed out, the opened cargo box was revealed, with many colorful animal furs and valuable parts scattered inside. In particular, a complete white bear cub fur made the female reporter burst into tears on the spot.
The white spirit bear, also known as the Kermode bear, has less than a thousand left in the world and is a "sacred bear" in Indian mythology.
In Canada, hunting white spirit bears is a serious crime, and the crime is punishable by life imprisonment. The two deliverymen are dead, and there is no way of knowing what kind of dark network is involved behind this.
“What a sin!”
A diners nearby noticed the content of the news, shook their heads and sighed, and ate a skewer of pork belly.
Several people around followed suit, cursed the masterminds and those in power, and then started eating meat or drinking.
Poaching is too far away from their lives. The fact that they could even sigh a few words was a credit to the female reporter who cried in front of the camera.
"The skewers are here, enjoy them little girl!"
Old Shen carried two steel trays and placed them on the table in front of Wang Ping. The grilled skewers on them were still sizzling with oil and emitting an enticing aroma.
The little fox cheered, put the string of kidneys on the empty plate in front of Wang Ping, then picked up a string of pork belly and put it into his mouth.
For some reason, a badger suddenly lost his appetite.
He glanced at the TV screen again, and it had switched to other news. However, the brief scene just now was deeply imprinted in his mind. There was a road sign hanging on the crooked monitoring pole, which read "Edmonton, 50Km".
"This place doesn't seem too far away?"
Looking up at the little fox with a greasy mouth, Wang Ping hesitated.
"Forget it, it's not appropriate to trick the little fox. If Gu, Old Han were here, it would be fine..."
Meanwhile, in downtown Edmonton, Fairmont Hot Springs.
"So, have you verified the contents of the email? Are you interested in working with me to do something big?"
Yuan Xiaoxiao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window holding the phone, looking at the river bank dotted with lights in the distance, and said with a smile.
“Not interested!”
The phone came with Han Daxia's stern rejection, and then he softened his tone and lamented: "I say, aunt, please forgive me! I was almost killed by you last time in Siberia, and my leg has not healed yet... Hey, Xiaolin, you..."
There was a burst of noise coming from the phone, and a female voice was faintly heard in the background asking who the "aunt" was.
Yuan Xiaoxiao's smile became brighter and brighter. While Lao Han was explaining in a low voice, she deliberately raised her voice and said in a tender voice: "Okay, dear, I won't embarrass you. Remember to think of me! Mua!"
After sending a flying kiss to a certain Han who was doomed to die, Yuan Xiaoxiao hung up the phone and bent over with laughter.
"He agreed?"
Sama, wearing a bathrobe, approached from behind, handed her a glass of red wine, and asked casually.
Taking the wine glass, Yuan Xiaoxiao shook her head and smiled: "No! But..."
He took a sip of red wine, looked up at the night sky, and said with certainty: "He will agree!"