The weather is hot. After lunch, I plan to go to the hardware store to buy some insulation tape. The hardware store is on the left side of the restaurant. I walked over and my vest was soaked with sweat. The climate in Hulunbuir, a city on the grassland, is very strange. In the p

The weather is hot. After lunch, I am going to the hardware store to buy some insulation tape.

The hardware store is on the left side of the restaurant. I walked there and my vest was soaked with sweat. The climate in Hulunbuir, a city on the grassland, is very weird. In the past, it would rain from time to time in June and still need to be turned over. Take the coat out of the closet and put it on. Looking at the average temperature in the past twenty years and consulting local people, the answer is: "The winter is not cold, the summer is hotter." I guess the general trend of global warming is unavoidable no matter where it is.

At noon, there was no one in the store. The boss said that he could pick up the items on the shelves inside, so he walked straight in and walked through the cramped shelves in search of tape. As soon as I saw the placement, I heard a rough voice coming from the door of the store: "Boss, why are your screws so much more expensive than other screws?"

The boss raised his eyebrows slightly and raised his voice: "Everything is expensive. "A lot?"

The person who entered was a thin old man in his late fifties with dark skin and gray hair, holding three small square boxes about ten centimeters long in his left hand. Hearing the boss's raised voice, he became even more unhappy and muttered: "Other people only cost 15 yuan a box. You sell it to me for 18 yuan. Do you think it's expensive?" After that, he threw the three boxes of nails on the counter of the store and asked for a return.

The boss raised his hands to check, and told the old man angrily: "You have two boxes with broken covers. They can't be sold anymore. You can return the good ones."

"How about that? Isn't this a black shop? ?" The old man took a step forward and shouted, the veins under the dark wrinkled skin of his temples standing out like horned dragons.

Listening to what the old man said, the boss's face suddenly drooped like a donkey's face without raising his head. "C, what the hell are you yelling about? You've already broken it, so what can I do..."

didn't wait for the boss. After saying that, the old man grabbed the boss by the neck and collar, "What the hell are you scolding? Believe it or not, labor and management are slapping you!"

The boss is about thirty years old and has a slightly overweight figure. When the old man grabbed the collar, his body was He leaned back, raised his left hand sharply without pushing away the old man's iron-like clamps, and then pulled his right fist and smashed hard to break free of the old man's control.

"I c!!!" The boss gasped and instantly took two steps back to pull away. The old man moved forward to grab the upper half of his body across the counter, but he didn't even reach the corner of the boss's clothes.

"I'll beat you to death, you bastard!" The old man was annoyed, with hideous veins on his head. He turned his head and looked around, then picked up a hoe on the shelf and dug towards the boss. The hoe was not fixed properly, and the hoe separated from the hoe rod when the old man hit it hard. The boss was frightened when he saw the old man's posture and hid sideways. The normal body reaction of ordinary people cannot be faster than that of something suddenly thrown. The closer the distance, the slower the reaction. The separated hoe directly hit the boss's chin. The boss's body did not complete the turning action until he was hit.

The bright red blood immediately stained the boss’s white T-shirt. The four words “Go China!” on the chest reflected the dazzling blood stains.

The old man was so angry that he didn't notice that the boss was bleeding. When he saw the hoe flying out, he held the hoe pole as thick as a baby's arm and kept stabbing the boss, vowing not to give up.

The boss tried his best to hide in his neck. He felt that his neck was sticky. He raised his hand and touched his chin and realized it was bleeding. "Oh my god, it's bleeding! You're done!!!"

After hearing the boss's reminder, the old man realized what he had done. He threw down his hoe and said, "Your fucking black shop!" He cursed and turned around to leave.

The boss suffered a loss, but his momentum was improved. "If you have the guts, don't run away! Even if the store is under surveillance, you can't run away."

"Who said I want to run, I have to wait for the police to come and seal your black shop! "Hearing what the boss said, the old man took a few steps and then turned around and came back.

The boss took out his mobile phone and took a few steps back into the store when the old man came back. "Just wait, I'm calling the police!" When

came out of the store, I hadn't recovered yet.Fighting in the South is basically based on language and sound. They are very powerful but generally do not get started. In the North, they feel much more direct. If they don’t agree, they don’t bother to push anymore and just do it directly. This can also be seen from this. Differences in personality.

reminds me of a joke on the Internet. The only reason for northerners to fight is: "What are you looking at?" "What are you looking at?" "Would you like to look at me again?" Then comes the battle.

Of course, it is definitely not wise to take action at any time. If you win, you will be jailed, if you lose, you will be hospitalized. This is the price.