Gu Zheng, who pushed the door out, naturally didn't have the time to clean up the book of laughter in a short period of time, and at this time, he signed a joint agency contract with more than 20 people in the small courtyard in the early spring of the evening with a smile. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As for whether this contract has legal effect, whether their setting is in accordance with the rules or not, no one in this group cares, as long as the result in their hearts can be achieved, is it good?

The contract was in duplicate, and the one that belonged to the merchants was naturally kept in the hands of Pork Rong, and he sent away these big customers who could provide Gu Zheng with an income of about 3,000 yuan a month, and began to implement the steps of this list.

As for laughing and forgetting books, let's talk about life and ideals with him before he goes to bed.

Gu Zheng, who had made a plan, put the contract on the bookshelf, and went straight to the stronghold where he and the big brother of the smoking gun mentioned by Pork Rong were located.

Now that it's all dark, it's time for the gang of smoking guns to start playing seriously.

Don't get me wrong, although the code name of the smoking gun sounds fierce, it is a name that ordinary people dare to deduct from themselves.

But the old people who live in urban villages are very aware of the details of the gang of smokers.

People are not ordinary tumors of the nature of gangsters entrenched in this society under the rule of law, but they are brought together because of their common hobbies.

By the way, clubs?

In short, it was a very harmless folk gang that entertained itself, ah, no, it was an organization.

To say that their stronghold is really close to Gu Zheng's home, in the very center of the urban village, the largest piece of miscellaneous courtyard mixed area where asbestos tiles can be built between two rooms, and a stove can be made.

Here, in the cobweb-like web of dwellings, it is almost impossible to mention the dwelling of smoking guns.

First of all, the courtyard where the cigarette gun himself lives is the only two-hall standard courtyard house in this urban village.

Single-faced, boxy, in these corners of the strange shape, after the renovation is only thirty or forty square meters of a household under the backdrop, the gratuitous looks atmospheric and high-grade.

Secondly, the surrounding housing pattern of this single-family quadrangle, if there is a place overlooking it, look down, you will find that they are all tightly around the edge of the smoking gun quadrangle and lined up in an orderly circle.

That's right, the properties in this circle originally belonged to the loser of the smoking gun, but because of his unique hobby, he sold the huge properties inherited from his ancestors one by one.

Finally, the easiest way to identify his compound is to start when it gets dark, and there are shouts and shouts, drinking and punching, and louder decibels of applause.

As long as you follow the sound, you will definitely see that the stone pier at the entrance is still there, the lion is long gone, there is a gate with a threshold, and a gate with copper rings and red paint.

No, Gu Zheng was familiar with the road, and knocked on the heavy door belonging to the smoking gun family in front of the gate where there was basically no street lighting.

'Oooo

The sound of the collision between the copper ring and the gate carries a historical and old taste, which is very charming.

Although the noise in the courtyard inside was not small, it was enough for the people inside to answer Gu Zheng's door.

'Squeak. ’

A buddy with a puzzled face opened the door for Gu Zheng, and after seeing the person outside the door, a trace of surprise appeared on his face.

"Hey, Gu Zheng, big boss Gu, rare guest, why do you have time to find us today?"

"Hey, you see this is a fuss, I saw that the big businessmen were so excited that they forgot about business, please come in first, we have something to say." ”

"I'm not the owner of this house, Brother Smoke Gun is still busy working inside, you can go to the main owner to talk about something. In other words, if Boss Gu has a business to take care of his younger brother, I will line up here first!"

The one who opened the door to Gu Zheng was Huang Xiaomao, who lived not far from the smoke gun's house, his big name was Huang Haipeng, who was in charge of the dog selling business under the smoke gunner, and was jokingly called Huang Mao by the people here.

And Gu Zheng, who was invited in, twitched the corners of his mouth, what business am I looking for to take care of you?

Specifically buy your little dirt dog? Dye it yellow and sell it as a yellow hair?

I'd better talk to your boss directly.

Gu Zheng, who was let into the main room, was the first time to come to the place of smoking at night.

Originally, he had also heard the rumors of this club of friends, and he didn't like the nosy Gu Zheng, but anyone who didn't have a close relationship with his business was just a matter of passing an ear.

Who Cheng thought that after entering the courtyard, Gu Zheng found out that the club of smoking guns had developed a very large scale.

There were at least four piles of people in the outer courtyard, and it was only after he entered the inner courtyard of the smoking gun that he found that it was even more amazing.

At this time, the doors of the inner courtyard and the atrium were open, and the original hall and courtyard in the courtyard were renovated.

A bunch of people surrounded the three floors inside and three floors outside, and the lively scene of shouting and drinking made Gu Zheng think that he had walked into the outfield of the temple fair to watch the big drama during the New Year.

"Up!

"Bite it, General Hua, don't coax!"

"Wowha, what kind of flower general, General Bai, in front of my coffin board, there is only meat for delivery!"

Look at the name given, it's really frustrating.

But don't say it, as the louder cheers broke out, and the people on the inner and outer three floors gave praise to the coffin board, Gu Zheng, who was on the periphery, knew that it must be this disgrace that won the final victory.

It was also a coincidence that he caught up with this group of fans to determine the winner.

Waiting for Huang Mao to squeeze into the crowd and whisper to the smoking gun, he has been sitting in the middle of the crowd, and the smoking gun of the owner of the coffin board, taking advantage of the heat of his just victory, he waved his big hand and beckoned the big guy to play something else first, and the field here will rest for a while.

If this catches up with the midfield who is fighting, even if the king of heaven comes, he will not have time to deal with the smoking gun.

Seeing that there was no game, the hula crowd in this courtyard dispersed faster than anyone else, and went directly to the outer courtyard to find other fun.

It wasn't until this time that Gu Zheng could see clearly what this group of people were surrounding them.

Good fellow, a large circle of decent low fences, a big circle, inside a crown drooping, full of blood reed fighting, is wilting and drooping by his own master to distressed to check the wound.

As for the victor among them, the black-haired 'coffin board' was fine except for a few hairs on its neck, and was proudly held in the arms of its master, looking majestically and condescendingly at the defeat of his men in the circle.