Armor: I can only summon the general

When a fight broke out between two private rooms on the second floor, Kunzhong was chatting with someone on the third floor. The person had just finished a crash course and his cheerful temperament made Kunzhong feel very friendly.

Suddenly, a calling voice came from the headset. The two immediately stopped chatting and went downstairs to join the persuasion team.

Both parties were drunk and were adult men, so they simply would not listen to the advice of the waiter nearby. Then the manager came from the office and asked several waiters to control both parties and force them to calm down.

Several young men rushed forward, separated the people on both sides, took them to their respective boxes and held them down. It took more than ten minutes to make them sober up a little.

After the manager's persuasion, people on both sides dared not make trouble anymore. They hurriedly paid the bill and left the bar. Kunzhong and another person were responsible for seeing them out of the store.

Kunzhong just returned to the store and was about to look for the manager when he saw the manager walking past him with a smile on his face and waiting on the side of the road.

Soon, two SUVs stopped in front of the bar. The manager hurriedly stepped forward, opened the back seat of the front car, and led a young man down with a smile.

Kunzhong looked back and saw that the person who got out of the car was Xizhao. Xizhao saw him at a glance, so he pushed away the manager who was blocking him and came to Kunzhong.

It was the first time that Kunzhong saw Xizhao outside the court. In his impression, Xizhao should be similar to him, with an ordinary family background and the same experience.

But he didn't expect that Xizhao, at such a young age, could ride in such a nice car and be so respected by others. Kunzhong knew without guessing that Xizhao was not as ordinary as he thought.

"Kunzhong, why are you here? You're still wearing the clothes of a bar staff. Are you here to do a part-time job?"

Kunzhong smiled shyly. Although he was embarrassed, he still told Xizhao about his situation when asked by Xizhao.

After hearing Kunzhong say this, Xizhao realized that his thinking had gone astray.

After leaving the film industry, Xi Zhao had hardly ever worried about money, and most of the people he knew had no worries about food and clothing, which led him to mistakenly believe that Kun Zhong, as an armor summoner, was as wealthy as they were.

In fact, it’s not Xizhao’s fault for misunderstanding. After all, every time Xizhao saw Kunzhong, he would always see Kunzhong’s valuable yellow motorcycle.

Xizhao naturally didn't know that the motorcycle was given to Kunzhong by Beimiao, so he naturally thought that Kunzhong's family was very rich, otherwise how could he ride such a nice car.

It was not until today, after listening to Kunzhong's story, that Xizhao finally understood what the situation was like at Kunzhong's home.

"Alas, Kunzhong, you are so mean. If you don't have money, just tell me. Why make it so difficult for yourself?

Also, aren't you going to review for the re-examination? Working in a place like this, staying up all night, can you still review for the exam?"

Xizhao expressed his generosity, but Kunzhong did not respond immediately. He just scratched his hair and smiled foolishly.

"Xi Zhao, I want to earn my own money and spend it on myself. I can't always rely on you to live, right? Actually, this job is still okay. At least I still have time to review and train during the day, right? I'm fine."

"Tsk, you, I really don't know what to say about you."

Xizhao pulled him to the side of the road. All the people in the two cars got out and stood by the road waiting for Xizhao. When they saw Xizhao coming, they immediately clasped their hands and bowed their heads to salute him. When Kunzhong saw this scene, his mind began to wander.

Xizhao waved to everyone and asked them to get back to work. Everyone nodded to Xizhao again, then dispersed and walked towards various places on the street.

Xizhao pulled Kunzhong to stand behind the crowd and pointed to the street in front to introduce it to Kunzhong.

“Half of the businesses on this street belong to me, and the other half also depend on me to survive. If I close all my businesses tomorrow night, the people on this street will probably be even fewer than stray dogs.

This is not my only asset. I have many more places like this. I don’t even know how much money I can make. I just know that every day when I open my eyes, hundreds of people depend on me for food.”

After saying that, Xizhao turned to look at Kunzhong and asked jokingly:

"Kunzhong, even if you let go of making it every day, how much money can it cost me?"

Kunzhong's jaw dropped at Xizhao's words. Looking at the various neon lights all over the street, his eyes were completely dazed.

"Ah... I haven't really thought about this... Uh... If possible... I still want to spend my own money..."

Hearing him say this, Xi Zhao laughed immediately. He patted Kunzhong on the shoulder, opened the door of the SUV, took out two bottles of milk and handed them to Kunzhong.

"Come on, how much can you earn in a day? The point is that your efforts are not proportional to your rewards. It's even a bit wasted. Wouldn't it be better to use this time to do other things?

I have so many people to support anyway, one more person won't make a difference. Besides, even if you can spend 10,000 yuan a day, so what? I don't know how many 10,000 yuan I earn every day. What does this little money mean to me?"

Seeing that Kunzhong still didn't reply, Xizhao felt helpless. He knew that Kunzhong was also a stubborn person. Tsk, human self-esteem.

Since this didn't work, Xi Zhao's eyes turned and he planned to use other methods, so he changed his tone and continued to persuade:

"If you still don't want to, how about this? I'll change your place and you can come to work at Night Bar. It's also my business. You can still do your part-time job and I'll pay you as a regular employee. Is that ok?"

Kunzhong gradually woke up from his trance. Hearing Xizhao's words, he struggled a little, but then he figured it out. He understood Xizhao. He had his persistence and Xizhao also had his own ideas. Now that the other person had said this, it would be awkward to refuse.

"...Okay...I'll listen to you then..."

"Haha, wouldn't it be better if we did this earlier? Come on, get in the car, I'll take you to see your future workplace."

Xizhao pulled Kunzhong to get in the car, but Kunzhong was stunned for a moment, then took off the walkie-talkie and headset on his clothes.

"Wait, my clothes and equipment, these are all given to me, I have to return them."

"Come on, Kunzhong, what's theirs? These are all mine. If you want them, take them. If you don't want them, just throw them away somewhere. I'll buy you a new set. Let's go, stop wasting time."

Just like that, Kunzhong was pulled by Xizhao and half-pushed into Xizhao's car. The driver drove all the way to the Night Bar.

Xi Zhao certainly wouldn't let Kunzhong go to work. He directly dragged Kunzhong to the underground first floor, where they ate supper and chatted. When they were in the mood, they would go into the Hall of Light and Shadow to fight a few moves.

After that night, Kunzhong received financial support from Xizhao. Xizhao put Kunzhong's studies first and never let him go to work again. He just asked him to review well.

In this way, with Xizhao's help, Kunzhong eats and sleeps on time every day, exercises while reviewing, has a regular schedule, and lives a fulfilling life.