Chapter 9: The Gloomy Chubby Guy

  Zhao Long was already quite sturdy, but the person in front of him was enough to make Zhao Long look small. At 1.9 meters tall and weighing 300 pounds, he was like a wall of meat standing in front of people. This was Li Feng, the old third fatty from Zhao Long's university dormitory. At that time, everyone was about the same age, except for the fourth one who was slightly younger. Among the four people in the dormitory, Zhao Long's birthday was the earliest.

  "What are you looking for? You've broken all the rocking chairs in our house. I'm telling you, get out now!" Yao Meili's sharp and piercing voice came over, but at this moment Zhao Long was blocked by the fat man behind him, and Yao Meili obviously didn't notice Zhao Long.

  "Tell you, he's going to move out of here soon, and don't come to our house again. What if you break our floor tiles? Look at your body, just looking at you makes me hot." Yao Meili said angrily.

  "Are you Yao Mei Li?" After a long time, Li Feng finally managed to say in his thick and rough voice: "I've heard the boss mention you before, but I didn't expect you to be even more beautiful than what he said."

  "Hmm...huh...I guess he's not blind after all." Yao Meili's tense face, trying to hold back a smile, looked extremely strange. In fact, her smile was already irrepressible, thinking that Zhao Long seemed quite serious, but unexpectedly had a crush on her own beauty, and he also had good taste.

  Zhao Long was behind Bao Zi and didn't speak up immediately. Even if it was just the complacent hum from Yao Mei Li, he knew what Yao Mei Li was thinking in her heart at this moment. However, no one understood Bao Zi better than Zhao Long. Not only had they been together for four years in school, but after graduation, when Bao Zi couldn't find a job, he also lived with Zhao Long for more than half a year. At that time, Yao Mei Li hadn't married the landlord yet, and she didn't know Bao Zi; otherwise, she would have been overjoyed.

  Fat boy is fat, his voice sounds very thick and solid, his face always has a smile that looks very kind, but no one is more introverted than him. As early as when he was not so fat, introversion was his nickname.

  "Our eldest brother has sharp eyes, he said that since you married the landlord, every time he comes back it's like entering a dream or a movie." Fatso said with a smile, speaking very sincerely.

  "Don't think that just because you say a few nice words, I'll let you stay here. Looking at you is like looking at a pile of rotten meat, and you've even broken our family's chair. If you want to wait for him, go wait outside." Yao Mei Li couldn't help but smile at this point, thinking to herself that Zhao Long must have other intentions towards her.

  "That's okay." The fatty nodded in gratitude: "I don't have the mental strength like Big Brother, living every day in a biochemical crisis, seeing existences more terrifying than skulls hovering around me. I really can't take it. Big Brother just has nightmares, plays Resident Evil, kills zombies with no flesh on their faces, more terrifying than skulls. I really can't do it."

  "Ah......" Yao Meili's face suddenly turned deathly pale: "You... you..."

  "Hmmph!" Fatso suddenly stomped his foot, causing the ground to tremble slightly. He took a step forward and his voice grew louder: "This is my elder brother's home, I'm here to find my elder brother, what business do you have with me? Don't think about infecting me with your mutated virus, I'm not afraid of you."

  "Ah......" The fat man was over 1.9 meters tall and weighed more than 300 pounds, suddenly playing such a trick, directly scaring Yao Meili to sit on the ground, her whole body trembling.

  "Fat boy, you're here, but you didn't even give me a call first." At this time, Zhao Long's timely appearance also ignored Yao Meili sitting there and went straight to open the door: "It's hot outside, I have a fan in my room, come in and chat."

  "Boss..." Fatty still had the habit of calling out as he did in his university dormitory days, and with a smile at Yao Mei Li, said: "Just kidding, actually you look better than the people in Resident Evil... just a little bit, really, don't be modest, I'm telling the truth."

  "Cough..." Zhao Long let out a light cough, and only then did Fatso squeeze inside.

  "Old Zhao, what's wrong with your hand? They said you just had an amputation. I'm shocked, it can't be true... I was so scared that I took a special leave and rushed over here today." As soon as he entered the house, Fatso immediately worriedly grabbed Zhao Long's arm, looking left and right.

  Looking at the bag in Baozi's hand, which contained his clothes and wallet, Zhao Long knew that this hurdle at the hospital was temporarily over. Now he knew that his amputation was just a hospital matter, as for Baozi, facts speak louder than words.

  "Look for yourself, they wanted to amputate me, it seems like there's someone else who got amputated at the same time as me, actually it's not a big deal, look for myself, I'm fine." Zhao Long stretched out his hands and let Pangzi check.

  "But they said you just had an amputation......" The fat man scratched his head, looked at Zhao Long's arm, and found no problem.

  "Alright, have you had enough of a look? Zhao Long took the bag from Pangzi's hand and said: "You go sit on the bed, don't break my chair too. You've lost weight in just a few days?"

  Fatso was overjoyed upon hearing this, looked at his own belly and said: "Boss, you also say I've lost weight. Recently, I reduced my dinner intake by a third, looks like it's really effective."

  "I'm saying that the clothes are thinner." Zhao Long looked at his own clothes, the top had a mouthful of bloodstains on it, but the wallet and everything else were fine. Fortunately, Fatso hadn't noticed carefully, otherwise he would have been bleeding profusely at the time, how could there not be even a scar now?

  "I'm going, don't hit me like that. To make up for my weak and wounded heart, you're treating today." The fat man had stayed here before and had a special relationship with Zhao Long, so he directly took a cup over and poured water, gulping down several cups in a row.

  The just-received salary and the money won at the game hall, plus the few hundred yuan in his wallet, Zhao Long put them all into his wallet.

  "Boss, you've struck it rich, so much money! I just heard that Resident Evil said she's going to kick you out, what's going on?" Fatso joked while watching Zhao Long count his money.

  "It's just right, I'm not full yet, let's eat and talk." It was afternoon now, but after resigning, there was nothing to do. Zhao Long packed his wallet and went with Fatso to a small restaurant at the door.

  "Boss... boss... no need to be so polite, this is good, that's not bad either..." Fatty saw Zhao Long order six dishes as soon as he came up and pretended to be humble for two sentences, then grabbed the braised pig's trotters that had just been served and started eating.

  "Don't be polite, I'm starving too." Zhao Long found that his strength had increased now, but so did his consumption. Although he didn't eat much at noon, he ate a considerable amount. However, after exerting himself slightly just now, he felt extremely hungry. So for the time being, he ordered six dishes and two large bowls of rice directly.

  "Save some for me, boss…… Whoa, no way, you're more ruthless than I am." Fatso stared at Zhao Long as he wolfed down the food, finishing everything before they even had a chance to drink their wine, leaving Fatso speechless.

  "Boss, you just came back from Africa, how come you're so hungry?"

  Zhao Long then asked the waiter to bring up a few more dishes, and only then did he start drinking with Fatso. With Fatso around, no matter how many dishes were brought up, nobody would feel anything out of the ordinary. From the look in the waiter's eyes when he brought up the dishes again earlier, it was clear that he had suspicions about Fatso, who was looking at Zhao Long with an air of complete innocence.

  "Come on, have a drink first..." Zhao Long only felt a bit more comfortable now, raised his cup and downed it with Fatso.

  "Nothing much, I quit my job at the company today and have been running around outside all day, now I'm hungry. Fatty, how have you been lately?"

  "I'm still the same, running business every day, speaking human language to humans and ghost language to ghosts." Fatso took two bites of his food, then picked up the beer bottle next to him and poured some for Zhao Long and himself: "Boss, why did you quit? Didn't you say you were going to get promoted?"

  He didn't hide it from Zhao Long either, and simply told him. They had been living together for nearly five years, so they spoke freely with each other. Apart from the matter of his left arm, he didn't have anything to hide from Zhao Long either, including the fact that he had won some money and gotten into a fight with someone else earlier, which he also told Zhao Long about. He just didn't mention that he had fought five people alone, or that he had hit so many threes in one go. After drinking a bit of wine, as soon as Zhao Long heard about the fight, he rolled up his sleeves and was ready to take on the world.

  The two of them were chatting and laughing, in the past, Fatty was the best drinker in the dormitory, especially beer. Others didn't say anything, just his capacity wasn't comparable to others. Even if you had a large capacity for drinking, if your stomach wasn't big enough, there's no way. However, this time the first one to go to the toilet was Fatty, and the first one to throw up was also Fatty. In the end, it was Zhao Long supporting Fatty back to their residence.

  Looking at the fat man sleeping on the bed, almost filling up the entire bed, Zhao Long glanced at the time and it was already past 7 pm. He felt full of energy now. Although he had a slight buzz from the alcohol, he didn't feel drunk at all. If this were in the past, drinking just one-third of what he had would have been enough.

  It seems that his physical condition has improved, and he can drink more now. After thinking for a moment, Zhao Long took the door and walked out directly. On the tenth street of Shuguang, there are tens of thousands of people living together. There are old seven-story buildings, tube-shaped buildings, and many small buildings and bungalows that have emerged in recent years. It wasn't until nightfall that it became the most lively, especially the game hall.

  This time Zhao Long had already thought it through, he first took a taxi to the side of Shuguang Tenth Street, starting from Tenth Street and wandering around. Whenever he came across those small game halls, he would go in for a while. He wouldn't win much, just a few hundred yuan at most, and then leave. This way, he wouldn't attract anyone's attention.

  He only knew that there were many game halls around here, but it wasn't until he walked all the way to Shuguang Street at 11 o'clock in the evening that he realized. From Shuguang Tenth Street to Shuguang First Street, not counting some hidden ones that Zhao Long was unclear about, just the game halls he had been to already numbered twenty-three. Zhao Long counted the money in his hand, winning an average of over three hundred and fifty per household. Calculating it out, there were more than eight thousand, plus the previous winnings, half a month's salary, and the rent money was almost enough.

  The rent money was finally gathered, and Zhao Long felt relieved. He didn't plan to make a long-term profit from this, just to alleviate the immediate urgency. Thinking to himself, he quickly walked home, it was already past 11 o'clock at night.

  "Remember, don't touch Li Youyou, that's the young master's person. Can scare him a little, then..." Zhao Long had just won some money and was about to head back when he walked to the entrance of a hutong on Chugui Street and suddenly heard someone talking. At first, Zhao Long didn't pay attention, but when he heard Li Youyou's name, his footsteps stopped abruptly.