C3 Nervous Interview

"Wait a minute!" Lee Chui stopped the middle-aged man who was about to leave. He walked in front of the middle-aged man, raised his hand and poured half a cup of beer onto the middle-aged man's face.

"Ah!" The middle-aged man wiped the alcohol off his face. His face turned red and under the stimulation of the alcohol, his brain buzzed and he suddenly pushed Lee Chui: "Fight one on one! Come on, whoever runs away will get a grandson! "

The corner of Lee Chui's mouth curled up and his eyes narrowed. He made a 'please' gesture and wanted to go outside to fight.

There were a few people who cheered loudly, and a few seniors who sighed and shook their heads. To dare to challenge Brother Chui, I don't know if he is the king of the individual competition with Deep Sea Academy for four consecutive years, but his courage is worthy of admiration.

At the bar, Boss Duan quickly pulled Lee Chui and consoled him, "Forget it, Brother Chui. Everyone's in a good mood today. Don't let your mood down."

"If you have more people, then come at me together! This old man is f * cking stingy!" The middle-aged man felt very bullied. In the past twenty years, no one had ever dared to provoke him like this. The intense feeling of shame and anger combined with the effects of alcohol made his brain boil.

Lee Chui laughed: "Boss Duan, you saw it, this guy is obviously here to cause trouble. If I'm not wrong, this guy should be someone from Skinhead Gang."

Boss Duan saw that this guy was just like him, slightly balding. The few strands of hair on his forehead were combed into a 28% style. He hesitated and thought to himself, "Let him be, as long as he isn't playing around in the bar."

Lee Chui and the middle-aged man walked out from the back. There was almost no one outside the bar on the street and there was almost no one at night. The street lights emitted a faint yellow light, the cold wind blew and the middle-aged man woke up.

There were members with their arms around each other's shoulders, a few pretty girls, pointing at Lee Chui, two or three rich women who did not have a pretty face, constantly flirting with Lee Chui, and a sultry man who pretended to be a gentleman in order to chase after girls. Their empty hearts wished that the world could be thrown into chaos.

He stood in the middle of Lee Chui Street, his messy hair fluttering in the wind. He had a gloomy look in his eyes, with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. Under the dim light of the street lamp, he gave off the vibe of a melancholy poet.

The middle-aged man looked panicked. He opened his left sleeve and checked the time. It was almost 12 o'clock. He suddenly recalled what happened tomorrow. If he was late, it would not only be a matter of punishment...

"Brat, you have guts. There was a fight twenty years ago, when I was still known as the tyrant in the East District's Queen Street, no one dared to mess with me, if there is enough time, I really want to fight with you. How about this, tomorrow!" I'll come back tomorrow at this time. At that time, I still have some matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first. " The middle-aged man's skin was thick as he turned around and prepared to leave.

The people from Hammer Gang naturally did not want to listen. With the two blades in their hands, even those who came out to watch the show all made contemptuous gestures.

"Old fellow, you're a street bully, right? "Hehe." Lee Chui took off his dirty navy suit, revealing a shirt that was a bit yellow and white. This shirt looked very old, and the collar had already become hairy.

"If you want to leave, that's fine. At the very least, you have to show some sincerity. Your mouth is so tough, how can I let you go?" Lee Chui walked over, and the heels of his leather shoes made a crisp "ka ka" sound on the road.

The middle-aged man frowned and thought to himself: "Looking at this situation, if I don't show my hand, I probably won't be able to leave. Since that's the case, then I'll have to re-emerge from the underworld."

He shouted loudly, his eyes were wide open, his fists were tightly clenched, his thighs were wide open as he sprinted towards Lee Chui. He could not help but think in his heart: "Hmph, who knows how many people will be scared off by this gangrene."

Seeing that he was a meter away from Lee Chui, Lee Chui swung his fists towards Lee Chui's face. The momentum was really high. Lee Chui's belly was trembling and his thick arms were hanging by the wind.

At this moment — —

"Bam!"

Lee Chui raised his left foot and kicked directly towards the middle-aged man's protruding stomach.

The middle-aged man almost suffocated from the lack of air. He took three steps back and squatted on the ground.

The surrounding people roared with laughter. The middle-aged man could not keep his face straight as he got up from the ground and ran two steps forward. Then, he leaped up and launched a side kick!

This move was ruthless enough. It was clear that the middle-aged man had practiced it before. It was only because he had not exercised for many years that his body became out of shape, and because of his age restriction, his body became unwieldy and his originally natural posture was used like that of a big stupid goose.

Lee Chui slightly leaned to the side. In this short period of time, he took a deep breath of the cigarette butt in his mouth and lit it up. He saw a pair of eyes that almost narrowed into a line, his right fist shot out like lightning and hit the middle-aged man squarely in the face.

The middle-aged man's body fell to the ground once more. His nose felt sore, and two streams of blood flowed down his face. Even his tears gushed out as he felt stifled.

"You still want to duel Brother Chui? Is there something wrong with your head? Don't you know Brother Chui is the one and only king with Deep Sea Academy for four consecutive years? "

"Serves him right. He doesn't know his place."

"Old man, you're so old, it's so nice to have a grandson at home. What's your first love doing at a bar? Can I really give you an 18 for you?"

For a moment, insults and sneers filled the air, like a steel knife stabbing into the heart of the middle-aged man. He wished he could skin Lee Chui, but in his heart, he felt that he had really aged.

Lee Chui saw that the middle-aged man was sitting on the floor with blood coming out of his nose and constantly shaking his head. Suddenly, he felt a tinge of regret in his heart: "He's so old, why is there a need to pick a fight with him alone? Isn't it just pouring wine on his face, what's the big deal about that, maybe tomorrow I'll become a qualified police officer, serving the people is my purpose, enforcing the law is what I should do, it's a sin, a sin."

Suddenly, he remembered that he still had an interview tomorrow!

Lee Chui immediately turned around and picked up the dirty and alcohol stained suit on the floor. "What time is it?"

A beautiful woman took out a limited edition Potter phone and looked at it, "It was just 12 o'clock, Brother Chui. A beautiful woman took out a limited edition Potter phone and said," It was just 12 o'clock, Brother Chui.

"Get lost!" What poem is this? Have you seen Li Bai? "I've never seen him before, how can I know what kind of temperament he has. Don't joke with the ancients." Lee Chui suddenly felt a burst of fear, "12 o'clock, it's 12 o'clock again, what should I do? If I knew earlier, I wouldn't have come out and fought to the death with Skinhead Gang, why did I come out and mess around?"

He had a habit of sleeping well before 10 o'clock. It would be good if he could fall asleep between 10 and 12 o'clock, but once it was past 12 o'clock, it would be difficult for him to sleep that night.

"No, I have to sleep, I still need to interview tomorrow." Lee Chui pushed his electric car in a panic, ignoring the crowd, he rushed home, opened the door and went into his room, crawled into bed, and continued to hypnotize himself: "Lee Chui, you're the most handsome, you're the most amazing, tomorrow you'll definitely be in high spirits, you'll definitely pass the interview. You know, you're very handsome in police uniform, when the time comes who knows how many women will come running over and paste them all over to you …"