The Mysterious Businessman of Super Seminary

Chapter 235
"But, brother, he is not afraid of bullets."

Hearing what his four-eyed military advisor said, Brother Tang glared at him, and then slapped him on the head.

"Why don't you find someone who is also not afraid of bullets?"

"Yes yes yes! Brother."

The four-eyed strategist nodded quickly and began to contact people.

The next morning, after coming out of the hotel, Wen Twelve, who had eaten more than ten bowls of dumplings in a row, left the stall. After finding out the location of Zhulong Village, Wen Twelve walked directly.

It didn't take long for Wen Twelve to arrive at his destination. This old-fashioned building was built in a U shape, surrounded on three sides, forming a large square, and on the left side was a rusty door. On the iron fence, there are four large rusty characters on it.

Pigpen Walled City!

Walking in slowly, although the pig cage city is poor and the environment is a bit bad, you can still see all kinds of things in the world, revealing the living conditions of poor and ordinary citizens from the inside out. Very fulfilling.

Although the Pigpen Walled City is a slum, although the sparrow is small and complete, all walks of life can be seen here. On the first floor of the Pigpen Walled City, there are various shops, including grain and oil sellers, barbershops, There are tailor shops, breakfast shops, everything you need.

"Good afternoon, sir".

Wen Twelve looked around the Pigpen Walled City with his eyes, but a fluent English rang out suddenly, attracting his attention.

It turned out that there was a breakfast shop next to Wen Twelve, and the owner of the shop was looking at him with a big smile on his face. Obviously, the English just now came from him.

"Brother, you haven't eaten this early in the morning, have you? Would you like to come in and have some?".

Turning his head, looking at the boss standing at the door of the breakfast shop, Wen Twelve's heart twitched slightly, and the Gossiping gossiping ghost, then, showed a smile and walked into his breakfast shop.

Although I ate more than ten bowls of dumplings, I was only [-]% full.

"Then let's have a bowl of egg noodles."

"Okay, come right away."

After saying that, he started to roll out the noodles, and soon a bowl of fragrant egg noodles was brought to Wen Twelve.

"Brother, please use it slowly."

"Thanks."

He casually agreed, picked up the chopsticks and got up the bowl of egg noodles. When it was in his mouth, Wen Twelve couldn't help but nodded.

After all, he is a master who can use sticks. The noodles rolled out are very strong. Perhaps compared with the various seasonings such as fresh spicy powder in modern society, the taste of this noodle is slightly lighter, but this authentic It is strong, but it has a special flavor.

"Gui, quickly serve me a bowl of sliced ​​noodles and a basket of steamed buns, I'm starving to death."

Just as Wen Twelve was savoring the egg noodles carefully, a figure came in with a shaky shake, and said to the owner of the breakfast shop, A Gui, very familiarly.

"Good morning, Charterer".

Seeing this figure walking in, Ah Gui hastily bowed and saluted. He looked very polite. After all, he was inferior to others, but he still uttered a sentence in English.

"Go, go, don't talk about English that we don't understand, speak Mandarin, I'm afraid that your kid will scold me in English behind my back, okay, hurry up and cut my noodles!"

With a wave of his hand, the charterer sat down on the table next to Wen Twelve, tilting his head to look at Agui who was rolling out the dough, urging him from time to time.

Wen Twelve also looked at the charterer in front of him. He looked about 50 to [-] years old, and his figure was a bit thin, but there was a bit of wildness in his eyes.

Although Wen Twelve was not particularly eye-catching, the charterer, who was not strong enough, still found Wen Twelve and asked.

"This little brother, you have a very good face, he shouldn't be from our pig cage village, right?"

Wen Twelve on the side nodded and smiled.

Looking at Wen Twelve who didn't say much, the charterer immediately became interested. Just seeing Wen Twelve's thin skin and tender flesh, and wearing high-end fabrics on his body, no matter how you look at it, he is also the son of a big family. Will come to this small place, thinking of this place, the charterer can't help but raise doubts.

"I don't know why my little brother came to Zhulong Village?"

I saw that Wen Twelve, who heard his question, just picked the one in his hand, and the meaning was self-evident.

Looking at Wen Twelve, who had been silent all this time, Bao Zugong shook his head and sighed. This kid is really handsome, but unfortunately he is dumb.

Ghost on the other side also brought up the dumplings and noodles, and the charterer couldn't wait to pick up his chopsticks and start eating.

"Boss, check out."

The sudden voice made the charterer look up. When he saw the voice of Wen Twelve, his eyes widened. Isn't he a mute?

Hearing Wen Twelve's shout, Ah Gui hurried over and wiped his hands with the rag on his shoulder.

"Okay, my brother's total is 7 cents."

Wen Twelve handed over a dollar.

"keep the change."

After speaking and walking out, Ah Gui was taken aback, this was the first time he had encountered such a thing, so he rushed out, planning to refund the money to Wen Twelve.

But he was called down by the charterer.

"Don't chase after him. If you catch up with him, don't bother. At first glance, this kid is a man who is not short of money. He is a member of the upper class. If there are many people, he will give you one. How do you say that? It seems to be called a tip."

A Gui held the money in his hand and looked at the charterer curiously.

"How did you know?"

"At any rate, I've been there too...cough cough cough!"

Suddenly thinking of something, the charterer glanced around guiltily, but did not find the charterer's wife.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and stopped talking, but Wen Twelve, who had just left the shop, heard a squeaking voice.

"Charter woman! Charter woman"

Wen Twelve turned his head and looked over, only to see Jiang Bao, with half of his butt exposed, shouting towards the upstairs, and after he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to pinch the exposed part.

"Huh? Such a coincidence?"

Seeing the sharp sauce, Wen Twelve frowned. The obsessive-compulsive disorder was really uncomfortable, and I really wanted to pull him up.

With Jiang Bao's shout, the upstairs window was pushed open, and the charter woman with a cigarette in her mouth looked at him suspiciously.

Jiang Bao didn't hesitate at all, and asked.

"Why is there no water all of a sudden?"

Hearing Jiang Bao's question, the charter woman didn't rush to answer, but closed the window. After a while, the charter woman ran down in a hurry, glanced at everyone and said.

"You don't need to spend money on the water bill! You bastards, you don't pay the rent this month, and you still talk so much nonsense."

Then he started pointing at everyone and complaining, and Wen Twelve also watched the farce with a smile.

After everyone had finished their fuss, it didn't take long for Wen Twelve to see the protagonists of Kung Fu, Ah Xing and Fat Boy, coming out of the hot barber shop, shouting non-stop.

　A more sent!

　　Please subscribe!

　　Ask for a ticket!
　　Ask for a reward! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)