It seems that this point of eating with your face is going to be put aside for the time being. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Gu Zheng didn't want to become a little prostitute in this troubled world.

I don't know what the level of the original owner is, the skeleton of the half-hung drama has grown up, and even the troupe in the lowest-grade tea garden will not accept orders like him.

What's more, the income from singing, hehe, unless he finds a big man who is willing to support him, invests in a tea garden with technology, and gets a dividend, in order to be respectfully called Boss Gu, otherwise singing is not popular, and it is not much better than pulling a rickshaw.

Come to think of it, the accumulation of primary wealth still has to start from this old business.

Isn't it said that the wisdom of the people at the bottom is the most realistic and wise? Gu Zheng chose a career that was the most promising for him.

It's good to mix, at least you can live the life of a third-class people, enough food and clothing, isn't it?

Seeing that some people here must have doubts, shouldn't we give full play to the literary talents of our modern people and take the road of copying and copying?

Well, first of all, you need to open an account in the bank, and at the last time, you must also have a regular address for collecting manuscript fees.

As a literati in this era who has nothing to do all day long, his favorite thing to do is to inquire into other people's privacy.

If you write revolutionary poems?

In minutes, the Japanese will let you know what is called perverted torture.

If you write about the wind and snow?

Whether the contempt between the literati will spray you like a dog, we don't know.

But in such a life, when the original owner comes to receive the body, how can you make the family come back again?

Wenqu Xing's experience is here?

Pull it down.

Now there is only one way left, go and pull the rickshaw, the original owner has only lit up this one skill for the time being.

Gu Zheng, who had made up his mind, no longer hesitated, he put down the broken hair, looked up at the hour, and started work early tomorrow morning, so let's solve the matter of Brother Shui Jin first.

……

Che Ba is a group of people in Sijiu City who are not too weak.

They are big and small, and most of them are attached to the black gangs in the territory, and there are even many car tyrants, who themselves are rickshaw drivers.

Because he was ruthless and brave enough, the group formed at the beginning of the group struggle changed its flavor in the later stage, and it bullied the original peers when they turned their heads.

It is very coincidental that Gu Zheng's car shop renting rickshaws is not large, and among this small car dealership with only a few dozen cars for rent, only one of them has been established from the beginning of the car dealership, and there is a car tyrant who makes a living by pulling cars.

Because the scale here is too small, the gangs that do big business don't look at the profit of one or two hundred copper yuan a month at all, and this harvest that is not even as good as a mosquito's leg was picked up by Lei Shuijin, and those who shouted to drink and drink it themselves were put away.

According to the rules of the rickshaw industry, the car dealer who rents and rents the car will take one-third to one-half of the money of the rickshaw driver as the cost of daily repair and maintenance of these vehicles.

And these car tyrants will also collect 5 to 10 copper dollars from these drivers every month, which is called to ensure the daily safety of the brothers in the car dealership.

If this protection fee is worth it, and now Gu Zheng directly runs to the street and stabs a Japanese man to death, they can smooth out this matter, then Gu Zheng will obediently take out this money, and he won't put another fart.

But you Lei Shuijin, you don't even have the face to get people from the police station, and you haven't won a single time when you rob business with other car dealers? Do you still want to collect money from me Gu Zheng?

No way.

Gu Zheng, who went out early in the morning, did not go to the place where he was assigned to work, but threw a small tube wrapped in oiled paper into the car, wiped it black and went out.

In the early morning of the LC area, the silence is full of vitality, and those small merchants and vendors carrying flat shoulders and pushing carts are lining up to enter the city from the two gate buildings in the north and the south.

The street vendors who are fortunate enough to live in the city have already set up their shops and started their first business of the new day.

The steaming bowl of wontons, the fluffy fritters fried in the prickly oil pot, and the oil tea brewed in the big teapot have already used their own unique aroma to wake up the gluttony of people who get up early without these stall owners shouting.

"Here you are."

With a Beijing rhyme and Beijing accent, the nasal voice dragged on, making people breathless for him, but at the same time, he was sighing that this was the taste.

Even Gu Zheng, who had something in his heart and was in a hurry, was inevitably attracted by the lively scene on this road to Lei Shuijin's house, and paused temporarily.

In the squeaky and shaking kerosene lamp, he squatted under his rickshaw and sipped a bowl of fried noodles in a circle.

"Boss, take away six big fritters!" Gu Zheng, who licked the last bite of the bowl with his tongue, smashed his mouth and shouted at the stall owner.

"Okay! Six fritters, you can take them. ”

A piece of yesterday's morning newspaper, a thick wrap, a tether made of rough paper, a bundle of numb circles, and Gu Zheng, who pulled up the rickshaw, hung an extra paper bag with the aroma of fried food on his wrist.

'Bang la la'

This street seems to be a little shorter, so that Gu Zheng, who had just pulled out his feelings, arrived at his destination today without running a few steps.

The gate of this small courtyard, which was still under the roots of the southern city, but had been separated from the slums' shacks, was now half-hidden, and the voice of a person who got up early in the morning came from inside.

"Da Mao, look at my brother, I'm going to shit, call me!"

"I said, Shuijin, can you stop sleeping, it's time to go to work!"

The voice of this rugged girl fluttered into Gu Zheng's ears outside the door.

'Oooo

"Who!? came over early in the morning, and Shui Jin went to answer the door!"

"This stinky girl, what are you arguing about, isn't this already here?" The scolding Lei Shuijin squeaked and opened the door.

"Huh, how are you?"

Looking at Gu Zheng, who was smiling at the door, his hair was like a chicken nest compared to now, Lei Shuijin who was standing on the threshold of his house was stunned: "How do you know where my family lives?"

Isn't this the kid who just came to the car dealer yesterday to rent a car? How did he find his door?

Alas, yes, didn't I send Junko out yesterday at noon to take his brothers to teach him, a newcomer, the rules that must be followed when joining this car dealership?

Could it be that this kid is very good, and on the first day of work, he came to curry favor with him, the leader?

"Brother Lei, you haven't eaten breakfast yet, have you? I brought you some breakfast for Brother Lei. I knew that Lei Ge's family had such a large population, and when I first came into the alley, I should have bought more. ”

With Gu Zheng's opening and the appearance of the oiled paper bag that was about to slip under Lei Shuijin's nose, Boss Lei on the threshold felt that his guess had been confirmed.

And he also highly praised Gu Zheng's very virtuous behavior.

"You're not a bad boy, you have eyesight, go, come into the house and say something. ”

This brings the big-tailed wolf in.