The entire morning there wasn't a single customer there at the tea house, just my cousin and me alone in the lobby. Even I was anxious for my cousin.

My cousin, however, was leisure enough. Eating some sunflower seeds, playing his phone, while enjoying the cool air conditioning, and living the life.

I almost couldn't help myself and ask him where the customers are, and then the teahouse door creaked.

Is there actually people drinking tea here?

I didn't forget about my job as a waiter and was ready to welcome the customer. But when I saw the three that were entering, I didn't dare to move.

From a glance, you can tell that those three weren't good people.

The person leading was a middle-aged man, around forty, with a buzz cut hairstyle, don't know if it was natural or later shaped, and a finger-thin ring of white hair near his temple.

The man wore a dark blue flower printed shirt with a faint, brown scar on his right arm, showing itself ever so often by the cuffs.

The man was followed by two younger men, one fat one thin. The fat one was around six foot one, probably around two hundred pounds. Wearing a black wifebeater, his arms are thicker than my thighs, definitely a good fighter.

As of the thin one, he was only at my shoulder height, you can even see the rows of ribs under his t-shirt. Wearing black sunglasses, he walked around wobbling somewhat.

Later my cousin told me that those three were knaves in the area. The older man was called Hong, the leader of the three; the fat one was called Hu, went to jail for a few years for fighting; the thin one was called Chai, he is just a flatterer.

The three looks very differently and have very different personalities, but there is one thing in common between the three, every one of them has dark eye sockets, and their bloodshot eyes looked weak.

Other than that, they also looked pretty tired, especially the thin one, he yarned three times since entering the building.

My dad used to tell me that kind of people were probably drug addicts.

The three went straight toward the chair next to me, making me almost jumped near my cousin in fear.

My first thought at the time was my cousin had offended the local mafia, and we were going to pay for it right there and then.

Unexpectedly, my cousin just kept on playing his phone.

Looking at his posture, I only became more nervous. My cousin isn't even as muscular as I am, he probably won't even beat the thin guy, is there something wrong with city people?

I thought about picking up a bench, just to make myself feel safer, and then Hong spoke.

"Long, are you still in business or what? You didn't open the store yesterday the whole day, we were waiting out here."

The thin guy patted the table, his voice was as sharp as the eunuch, "You let our boss wait, do you want to die or what?"

My hand had already touched the bench. I previously thought about it, if we were really going to fight, I would just go for the thin guy. He was the only one that I know I could beat up.

I glanced at my cousin, he was still playing his phone. It seemed like one of those hentai games, too, with bikini and everything.

I really wanted to ask my cousin, is he really fearless or is he just acting.

The thin guy watched as my cousin ignored him and stood up angry while ready to scream in profanity. But Hong stopped him.

"Kid, get me some tea."

He was talking to me, as he pulled out a stack of Grandpa Mao (Chinese money have Chairman Mao on all versions of paper currency greater than one dollar, in this case, it is probably a hundred) and tossed it on the table.

No fight … drink tea?

Cousin finally opened his mouth as he pointed to the counter behind him without even looking away from his phone.

"The second row of the tea counter, Rizhao Tea, don't get it mixed up."

I tried to act brave and walked up to Hong, carefully picked the money, and walked toward the counter while counting.

Rizhao was 999, Hong gave me ten Grandpa Mao.

I didn't find teh change box by the counter, so I just went to make the tea first. I opened up the one that my cousin told me, and I was stupified.

There are almost no tea leaves in the box, all broken scums. In my village, probably no one would buy it for even ten yuan a pound. I am supposed to serve this to the guests?

But there were no alternatives. I just had to make the tea, and hand it to Hong. I didn't know that Hong wasn't going to drink it anyway.

Watching me put down the teapot, my cousin finally put down his phone.

"Brother Hong, you know that I sell you the cigar, but it takes time. I am all out of it at the moment, come back tomorrow, maybe."

Cigar? Those three come to a tea house for a cigar?

The thin guy was going to yell again, he was stopped by Hong yet.

"No. You already ghosted my once, you have to give me it today."

His voice was firm and unarguable. I was sure that if my cousin said no, a fight was going to begin.

My cousin showed a rather impotent expression, "You know that my cigars are hard to make. Even if I were to make it now, it would be done by at least midnight. How about this, once the cigars are done, I will tell my cousin to send it to you."

I send it? I scolded him at least a hundred times in my heart. He was pushing me into the tiger's mouth.

"Sure."

Hong answered and stood up to leave. Before he leaves, he left these words.

"If I don't get the cigar before dawn, I will help you renovate the building."

He focused on the word "renovate." I was sure he meant "destroy."

After Hong left, I shuddered as I went to close the door. I looked back and saw my cousin staring at me.

"Cous, want to make some money?"

When I heard "make money," I immediately became vital. My father's medical fee aside, I hadn't even pay the money to get here yet.

Seeing my interest in the matter, my cousin quickly tore off a small piece of paper and wrote on it quickly.

I got close to see what he wrote. It was an address, Huang Quan Rd Number 89.