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                                                                                                                                盛燕吓得如筛糠一般，脸都青了，有些站立不稳，躲在我身后，紧紧的抓住我的衣服。
                                                                                                                                                                我站在那里一动没动，笑着说：“哥们，我是来还钱的，不是来受侮辱的。”
                                                                                                                                                                拿刀的走到我面前，用刀在我脸上拍了两下，说：“说得对，拿欠条来。”
                                                                                                                                                                我接过欠条看看，回头问：“是这个吗？”见盛燕点头，揣在怀里，从包里拿出已经准备好的十万元扔在桌子上，说，“数一数。”
                                                                                                                                                                浑身刺绣的看了看，说：“嗯，正好。”收进自己包里，“哥们，你挺有钢的啊，连刀都不害怕。来，陪哥喝两杯。”
                                                                                                                                                                “好啊，喝酒就是朋友，就不用拿着刀瞎比划了吧？”我对拿刀的人说。
                                                                                                                                                                “对对对，小六子，把刀收起来。”刺绣的人和颜悦色的说。
                                                                                                                                                                我一口菜也没吃，喝了两杯酒，一共是八两，然后说声：“多谢了。”拉着盛燕走出门，又叫来服务生给了一千元，当着黑社会人的面说：“这桌酒菜当哥们请了。”然后关上门。
                                                                                                                                                                就听里面叫着：“够哥们义气。”
                                                                                                                                                                出了门，盛燕就吓得走不动了，浑身像筛糠

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