You never know when you're in a whirlpool and which way it's turning.

"How's it going?" asked the golden steward to the little guy in Tsing Yi.

"Steward, you are really discerning and knowledgeable, that Wu Song is really powerful, three times five divided by two, Li Fugui was kicked to the ground by more than a dozen, it seems that Li Fugui's gang should be served......" The young man in Tsing Yi said everything that happened in the yard.

The golden steward was still holding the tea, smiling, as if he could listen to it, but he was calculating in his heart that his kindness to Wu Song was not free.

In the small courtyard of the people

"Big brother, you sit" I didn't expect a strong man like Li Fugui to smile, but the already ugly face and the smile were even more miserable.

Li Fugui seems to be a brainless person, but in fact, he is quite thin, and before Wu Song came, he was able to become the boss not only because of his strength, but also because he had brains more than other men.

"I said it all, don't call me big brother, my name is Wu Song" Wu Song was very unaccustomed to being flattered like this, he felt very awkward.

I don't know who shouted "Your fists are better than us, you are the big brother"

The other men have bad brains and slow reactions, but they also know that it would be really stupid not to keep up at this time.

"Yes, whoever is great is the big brother."

"Big Brother"

Wu Song was helpless, so he had no choice but to stop refusing, and he couldn't push it off anyway.

The day passed quickly, and the rest place of the nursing home was the Chase Shop, and the snoring in the house shook the sky, one after another. Wu Song couldn't sleep for a long time.

Ling Ling couldn't sleep for a long time, he was very tired today, very tired, so tired that he didn't want to move when he lay on the bed, but he couldn't sleep. He couldn't figure out why the baked cakes couldn't be sold, and for a whole day, counting what he ate, there were only five less baked cakes, and twenty were lying quietly in the basket.

"Alas......" a long sigh can only add to the annoyance. The first day was so difficult, and what should I do about the road from then on. Wu Song is gone, Ling Ling has no one to talk to, he is really a little unaccustomed to it, although it is said that a person's life is familiar to him.

The next morning

Ling Ling still got up early, but it could be seen from the frequency of yawning that he should have slept late. Ling Ling was going to sell it in a more prosperous place, and no one in the slum seemed to buy his baked cakes.

"Look, that guy is so short"

"yes, it's ugly."

"How can there be such an ugly person?"

……

Although these voices were small, they still reached Ling Ling's ears, and Ling Ling began to notice that there were many people around him who were gorgeously dressed and pointing. He wanted to get rid of these people as soon as possible, so he lowered his head and quickened his pace, and forgot to shout, but the further he went, the more and more people began to look at him, point at him, laugh, and talk.

Ling Ling wanted to go back, he couldn't stand it. Turning around and carrying the burden, he ran back hard, but his back was very funny, and the ridicule behind him was getting louder and louder, and it seemed to be getting louder and louder.

Finally ran back to the slum, ran back to his yard, and entered the house, Ling Ling felt that the world was pure. He threw down his pole, gasped for air, and sat down on the floor against the door. Ling Ling was very tired, tired and out of breath, and he couldn't slow down the ridicule and discussion.

Ling Ling has been deliberately forgetting the fact that he is Wu Dalang, and he has gradually forgotten his appearance, in the slums, everyone is just poor, he is just shorter, but there are not so many people pointing fingers. But today, as soon as he stepped across the Hongqiao, the world changed, there was a lot of talk, there was a lot of ridicule, he was a short frustration and ugly, and the world was reminding him. He is not afraid of being tired, but he is afraid of being ridiculed, afraid of being looked at with strange eyes, afraid of being discussed, afraid of having his self-esteem frustrated, although he knows that he is not Wu Dalang, and he does not look like this.

Inferiority complex is such a thing, it comes silently, and it is also from this that Ling Ling began to feel a little inferior, because of Wu Dalang's appearance, that's all, he is very fragile, and he is also a little lonely, but he still has to insist, because he has no room, this is the first task, and if the task fails, it will be wiped out, and he doesn't want to die yet.

The days that followed were peaceful, for almost a month, Ling Ling did not dare to cross the bridge, the world on the other side of the bridge made him afraid, and the good thing was that in the slums, his bread seemed to be recognized, from selling a dozen or so sheets a day at the beginning, to twenty or thirty sheets a morning now. Business seemed to be getting better and better, but Ling Ling's mood did not improve.

Wu Song was very happy, because the money was distributed today, two hundred copper plates, heavy, and one thing was that he could go home tomorrow to see. This month, Wu Song can be said to be very bored, basically it can be said that he has nothing to do, a building like Yuxian Tower, usually no one dares to mess with, so the nursing home has nothing to do, at most it is to help with some coolies.

Li Fugui and others are also more and more convinced of Wu Song, it can be said that they are the first to look forward, under his leadership, Li Fugui and more than a dozen other men also follow the practice of shallow kung fu every day, and he is more and more satisfied in the eyes of the golden steward.

"Steward Jin, are you looking for me?" Wu Song entered the room and bent down slightly.

"Brother Wu Song, sit" Steward Jin still smiled

"This ......" Wu Song hesitated a little, he felt that the steward in front of him was a little too polite, and there was no intersection between them in the past month.

"If you want to sit down, you can sit down" Steward Jin may also feel that he is a little too polite.

Wu Song knew that it would be bad if he didn't sit anymore, so he had to sit on the nearest chair.

"Drink tea, drink tea"

Wu Song did not serve the tea bowl, and sat upright.

"Brother Wu Song, how have you been lately, are you still used to it?"

"It's good, there's a labor fund in charge."

……

In this way, Wu Song and the golden steward had a chat about a cup of tea. From Wu Song's mouth, the golden steward learned that Wu Song also had an elder brother, and he cared about this brother very much.

"That's it, you go back first, remember to go to the kitchen tomorrow and cook a few good dishes to take home"

Wu Song was still pretentious, turned around and went out. Steward Jin looked at Wu Song's back with some amusement, thinking in his heart, "It's good to have a brother."

It was already evening, Wu Song was walking on the road, and he felt that today's golden steward was a little inexplicable, but he didn't know why, and he couldn't figure it out, so he had to shake his head and go back to the house to get ready for bed.

"Shopkeeper Gao, what do you think of him?" There was one more person in the golden steward's room, but now it was the golden steward who was standing.

"Well, it's not bad, the martial arts are very good, it's just that he can be used by us?"

"Don't worry, I promise he'll listen to us."

"Hmm" The shopkeeper nodded slightly, but his expression became more and more solemn.

"So, what about that?"

"Let's get started"