Revenge begins with Hokage

Han Kun, who was full after eating and drinking, waved his hand, "The waiter pays the bill!"

The little girl was busy at the front desk and said to Han Kun: "Sir, just come over and scan the QR code."

"Why are you scanning the code again? What code do you scan? Can't I just swipe my card?"

One of the two little girls who looked like students were eating next to them said with a smile: "Uncle, there are no credit cards available nowadays. They just scan the QR code to pay."

Han Kun said with a smile: "I really don't know what QR code scanning is."

"Then do you have WeChat?"

Han Kun shook his head.He had heard of WeChat, but at that time he used QQ and had never used WeChat.

"What about Alipay?"

Han Kun still shook his head.

Another girl smiled and said: "Uncle, you haven't just been released, have you?"

This sound attracted the attention of several people eating in the store.

An old woman said to the two girls in a local dialect: "Little girls, don't strike up random conversations, especially with middle-aged men like this."

Han Kun was wearing a black T-shirt, with his gray hair covering half of his face and a pigtail at the back. To old ladies, he looked like a little gangster.

"I...I usually don't use these, they are all cash. Today I happened to not bring them with me, I just brought my bank card." With Han Kun's ear, he could hear clearly and explained quickly.

The little girl was not afraid. She sat over and said, "I'll teach you how to apply. You happen to have your bank card with you."

To the old lady, he looks like a bad guy, but to the little girls, he looks quite handsome, especially his hair, which is the now popular "grandma gray".

The little girl took the phone and shouted, "Look, you can't use it, but the phone is pretty good."

Although Zhang Zhechen is stingy, he is really good to Han Kun in this aspect. This mobile phone is a customized version of a domestic brand with a folding screen and is worth more than 1. It is a pity that Han Kun does not know the goods.

"What's your mobile phone number?" the little girl asked.

"Well... I don't know either, why don't you call your phone and have a look." Han Kun was a little embarrassed.

The little girl glared at Han Kun and said with a smile: "Uncle, I'm only in high school. It's too early for you to strike up a conversation now."

Han Kun almost spit out a mouthful of old blood and said quickly: "No, no, someone just gave me this card and applied for it for me. I don't know what the phone number is."

The little girl smiled politely, but her eyes were full of disbelief.

After some operations, he helped him bind his bank card and said, "Okay, look at the sign at the front desk. You can use this camera to scan the QR code on it to pay."

"Oh, thank you."

Han Kun walked to the front desk doubtfully, asked how much it cost, and scanned the QR code to pay. It was simple and fast.

"Oh my God, I'm so advanced!"

Before leaving, he smiled and said to the two little girls: "Thank you very much for today. I owe you a big favor, otherwise I will die of embarrassment."

"It's okay, uncle, bye!"

Han Kun walked out the door, took a deep breath, shook his head and smiled: "Oh, it's great to be young..."

Two little girls in the restaurant were still discussing Han Kun, saying that such an uncle was quite handsome. The grandmother next to him said, "Little girls, you still have little experience. You see, he still wants to take your phone away."

The uncle next to him said: "Eat your food, what kind of society is it now? How can there be so many bad people!"

At this time, the waiter came over and served two hard dishes and two bottles of drinks to the two little girls.

"Sister, did you make a mistake? We didn't order these, we only ordered two bowls of noodles." said the little girl who just helped Han Kun adjust his cell phone.

The waiter smiled slightly and said, "The gentleman just invited you. Oh, grandpa and grandma, that gentleman also invited you. I'll serve it to you right away."

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Han Kun, who learned how to scan QR codes, came to a shopping mall and dove in, spending like crazy. When he came out, he was wearing a crisp suit and a bunch of big and small bags.

He put his things on the ground, stood on the side of the road and started to take a taxi.

Seeing a taxi coming in front, he waved quickly.

The taxi stopped in front of him. The driver stretched his head and asked, "Hello, are you the passenger of 4677?"

"Ah? What 4677?" As soon as Han Kun finished speaking, a young man who looked down at his cell phone opened the car door and got in without raising his head.

"Hey, hey, I said there has to be a first-come, first-served basis, right?" Han Kun was a little angry.

The young man then looked up at Han Kun and asked the driver in front of him: "Are you carpooling?"

The driver shook his head quickly.

The young man looked at Han Kun as if he was stupid and said, "First come, first served. This is the car I ordered!"

The driver stepped on the accelerator and drove away, leaving Han Kun messy in the wind.

"What kind of world is this, that you can jump in line so confidently?"

I took two taxis one after another, and it was the same situation. It took half an hour to take a taxi, and finally I got on an empty taxi.

After getting on the bus, Han Kun started to complain. After hearing what happened to him, the driver laughed and said, "I took a taxi through a mobile app, so it must have been earlier than you."

"What the hell?"

The driver smiled and explained to him for a long time.

After hearing this, Han Kun couldn't help but sigh, what a disconnect. Now is the era of mobile apps. Food, drink, entertainment, travel, and everything can be done on the app. There is even an app for dating!

With an anxious mood, the car drove for nearly two hours, and the fare alone cost more than 200. Finally, we arrived at No. 113, Lanshan Road, Guanxi Town.

Han Kun got out of the car with his things and found that No. 113 was a dilapidated community.Judging from the building type, it should have been built in the 80s, and it has long been classified as a dangerous building.

My family actually lives in a place like this?

It is said to be a community, but in fact there are only four dilapidated old buildings with five or six floors. It seems that they don't even need ground structures, and they will fall down when the wind blows.

You can tell at a glance that the residents here are doing low-level jobs. Although there is no high or low profession, the income does vary.

A young man in a suit came down from upstairs, as if he was getting ready to go to work.Han Kun quickly stopped him and said, "Brother, please ask me something."

The young man looked Han Kun up and down and asked, "What's the matter?"

"This is No. 113 Lanshan Road, right?"

"correct."

"Do you know a man named Han Qinglai? Well...he is over 60 years old and has a Dongzhou accent."

The lad shook his head.

"As for Liu Juan, she is also in her 60s..."

"Brother, here are all tenants who come to work from out of town. There is a lot of population movement here and there. I work during the day and only come back at night. I don't know many people here..." the young man said apologetically.

"What about Han Bing? She must be thirty...eight years old. She looks...okay." Han Kun asked unwillingly.

"Han Bing...are you talking about bringing a girl, Xishi, who sells breakfast at the gate of this community?" The young man's eyes lit up.

"Mianbing Xishi? Uh... it should be the person you are talking about."

The old Han family has good genes. Although Han Kun looks like he has gone through many changes now, he was still a handsome guy back then, and his sister Han Bing was even more famous as a beauty in their area.

The young man showed an expression that every man would understand, pointed to the building where he came down and said: "If you want to talk about her, she lives in this building, the east door on the third floor, the one with the food at the door."

"Oh oh oh, thank you!" Han Kun said gratefully.

The young man waved his hands, carried his bag and went to work.

Carrying the things on the third floor, I saw a board propped up in front of a door. On it were some foods such as grilled sausages and bean tendons, covered with a net, and flies were flying around on the net.

Han Kun frowned, not quite believing that his family lived in such a place.

In the past, his family's conditions were pretty good in their town. Although his mother did not have a job, his father worked in a thermal power plant and his salary was not low.And if you open a small decoration company with others, you can save a lot of money in a month.

Not to mention that my sister is married to a civil servant.

Even if he died, his family would not be reduced to this.

After mustering up his courage, Han Kun knocked on the embroidered security door.

Every time the security door rang, Han Kun's heart skipped a beat.He suddenly didn't want anyone in the house. He thought he was ready to face his parents, but when he came, he wanted to escape.

Maybe Akai is right. When a dead person appears in front of his family again, he can only hurt them a second time.

"Who is it? Is it Xiaobing? Don't you have the key?" An old voice babbled inside the door. With Han Kun's hearing, he could hear clearly in this small broken house with no soundproofing.

The door opened with a creak. An old lady wearing a gray half-sleeved shirt with white hair and bent waist opened the door and looked up at Han Kun through the fence of the security door.

"You are..." The old lady rubbed her eyes, and suddenly two lines of tears fell down.

"Are you Xiaokun?"

"Mom..." Han Kun couldn't bear it anymore, his nose became sore and tears came down.

"Oh, it's really Xiao Kun! My son!" The old lady hurriedly opened the security door and hugged Han Kun. The mother and son burst into tears.

"Who? Who?" There was a voice inside.

"Your dad." Mother Han wiped away her tears and took Han Kun's hand into the house.

This is a three-bedroom apartment with only about [-] square meters at most. The living room and bathroom are pitifully small. A smell of oil smoke mixed with the stuffy smell of moldy food wafts into the room.

The room was very clean, but all the furniture was old. The floor tiles were cracked into pieces, and the white walls had turned dark yellow. There were two plates of dishes and an old-fashioned rice cooker on a small folding table. pot.

A plate of shredded potatoes and a plate of fried bean sprouts.

Mother Han took the things from Han Kun's hands and pulled him into the back room.

I saw my father, Han Qinglai, lying on the bed. His originally upright body was now swollen. Seeing Han's mother leading someone in, he quickly got up, but with an "ah" sound, he lay down again holding his waist.

"dad!"

Han Kun stepped forward and knelt on the ground with a bang.

Han Qinglai struggled to get up and looked at Han Kun carefully.

Although he is much older and his hair is gray, he does look like his own son.

Han Qinglai's lips trembled, and he shed tears.He stretched out his trembling hand towards Han Kun with difficulty, but suddenly slapped Han Kun on the face, crying: "Get out of here! Get out of here!"

"Dad..." Han Kun quickly got up from the ground and knelt down again.