Luo Tingfeng pinched the hundred-yuan bill in his hand and stepped forward to line up, the speed of this bun shop was very fast. It took less than two minutes for the pen to take www.biquge.info turn.

He walked forward quickly, looked at the buns in the steamer, and said; "Boss, here are two meat buns and a bowl of porridge."

The boss looked at this customer with different tastes with some doubts, and he didn't know how many years ago Qing Congee did not appear in the market, and now this person actually threatened to make peace with Qing Congee. Do you always feel different from modern people? He shook his head and smiled; "I don't have clear porridge, do you want soy milk?"

"Yes!"

The boss picked up two meat buns and a bottle of soy milk and handed them to Luo Tingfeng, who handed over the hundred-yuan bill in his hand, put the change back in the bag, and left here to walk into the distance.

After walking for about ten minutes, he found a chair and sat down, and ate the meat bun in a big gulp.

"Huh~" Luo Tingfeng leaned comfortably on the seat, raised his head and looked up at a blue sky with confused eyes.

I used to be lonely, and I could build a house with a spell anywhere. But now that the cultivation is gone, I don't know where to live.

Just when Luo Tingfeng was at a loss, a young man suddenly sat beside him and said with a sigh on his face; "In this world, as long as you have money, you can do anything!"

Luo Tingfeng sat up straight, looked at the young man and asked with a puzzled expression; "What do you mean, brother?"

The young man said with a smile; "In this world! As long as you have money, you can buy anything, you can do anything! ”

"And that kind of thing?" Luo Tingfeng was stunned for a moment, according to what this young man said. In today's world, isn't the rich man the king, the emperor! He couldn't help but sigh and asked; "Isn't there a royal law in this world?"

"Wang Fa, hum." The young man snorted coldly and said; "If you have money, you are the king!"

Luo Tingfeng frowned slightly, this young man suddenly came to him and said these words again, is there any other intention? He took a deep breath and asked; "Don't beat around the bush, just say something."

"Righteousness!" The young man patted Luo Tingfeng's shoulder, glanced left and right, and then took out a stack of photos from his bag. He handed the photo to Luo Tingfeng and whispered; "Brother, 180 bags of clocks, 600 bags of nights, college students, working models, and white-collar workers are all there!"

Luo Tingfeng handed it to the young man without looking at the photo in his hand, and then said with a disappointed face: "Come out to be a **** at such a young age, let's go and find a proper position." ”

"You don't..." the young man was about to have a seizure, but was interrupted by a movement of Luo Tingfeng.

Luo Tingfeng took out a few hundred yuan from his arms and handed it to the young man, and said with some embarrassment; "It's not easy for girls to earn money by their bodies, so use some money here to buy them some nourishing Chinese medicine to replenish their bodies, don't get tired."

As soon as the words fell, Luo Tingfeng stood up and walked down the street into the distance.

The young man looked at the hundreds of yuan banknotes in his hand with a smile, is this person sick, and actually asked me to buy Chinese medicine for that group of **** to nourish my body! Hehe, it seems that the illness is not light.

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Stop-and-go, every time he arrives at an intersection, Luo Tingfeng will stop when he sees the vehicles coming and going on the road, and then go back the same way to find another way out.

After walking for more than half an hour, he came to the 'Century Park' in the center of the city.

Century Park is one of the most green parks in Chendu, covering an area of about 5,000 square meters. There is a 2,000-square-meter lake in the center and a small island in the center.

There is a stop at the entrance of Century Park, and the owner inside is shouting hard; "Hey, the latest news, the hottest novels, and so on. The lowest price in the morning market, there is nothing lower than me! ”

Luo Tingfeng listened to the boss's shouting, and his brain was running very fast, but he still didn't understand what it meant. "News? Novel? What is this? But then he thought about it, and since he had books to sell, he should also have maps.

Just as he was thinking, he came to the front of the newspaper. He looked at the middle-aged boss for a long time and asked; "Do you have any maps of Sichuan Province for sale here?"

The boss shook his head helplessly and said; "There is no one in Sichuan Province, but there is a route map for the morning market, do you want it?"

Luo Tingfeng asked with some confusion; "Boss, is the morning market here?"

"This costume, this topic is asked, it can't have been from that neurological hospital!" The boss gave him a blank look, but still nodded helplessly and asked; "Do you want to buy it?"

Luo Tingfeng pinched the change in the bun shop in his hand and asked; "How much does it cost?"

"Twenty."

"That...."Luo Tingfeng looked at the scattered banknotes in his hand, which were all printed with the same kind-looking old man, who knows how much is twenty! He asked, a little embarrassed; "Boss.. What is twenty? ”

"Nima..."The boss was angry in an instant, this is really a neurosis from a mental hospital! I don't even know the denomination of the banknote.

Luo Tingfeng shook his head helplessly, he put all the banknotes in his hand on the wooden board and said; "Teach me to know the denominations of these money, and these will be yours."

The boss roughly took a large number of bills on the board, Emma, this is at least eighty or ninety dollars! He asked, a little worried; "Really?"

Luo Tingfeng looked at the boss and said solemnly; "As long as you teach me to know the denomination of these money, then all this money will be yours!"

The boss looked at Luo Tingfeng's straight face, and it didn't seem like he was telling a lie, he pinched the banknotes on the wooden board in his hand and explained them in turn from small to large denominations; "This purple is a five-cent one, this cyan is a one-piece one, and this blue one is a five-piece ......."

When the boss introduced them one by one, Luo Tingfeng took out a hundred-yuan bill from his bag and asked; "What denomination is this?"

"A hundred." The boss breathed a sigh of relief, and then threw the banknotes in his hand into the money box at his feet.

"No, here's your map." The boss took a version of the map from under the shelf and handed it to Luo Tingfeng.

It wasn't until Luo Tingfeng walked into Century Park that the boss smiled and sat on the stool to count the money slowly.

Luo Tingfeng sat on a wooden bench by the lake, spreading out the map and looking at it carefully. Before he fell asleep, he had learned the art of war from some famous generals. Although the current map is very different from the map of the ancient times, he can still tell the difference with his eyesight.

"Huh~" After looking at it for a while, Luo Tingfeng folded the map and put it into the inner bag with a solemn face. He leaned back in his wooden chair and whispered; "This city is inevitably too big, and with my current foot strength, I don't know how long it will take to get out."

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****； The modern meaning is pimping.

The protagonist asks for the denomination; Because the protagonist is not a modern person.