Although Yanjing and Huacheng are both big cities in China, their styles are very different.

Hwaseong is a city with a strong commercial atmosphere, and as long as you have enough money, you can buy basically anything.

Yanjing is the capital of China, and the commercial atmosphere is not so strong, in addition to the solemn political taste, it also has a strong cultural heritage.

Although it is only a small food street, half of the buildings are left over from the previous dynasty, and the other half is newly renovated, but all of them are modeled after the previous dynasty. This street is well-known far and wide, and almost all the distinctive snacks in the capital are sold. Therefore, even though it is not a holiday, it is quite lively at noon.

Maybe there are countless rich people in this world, but compared with Lin Xing today, there are almost no local tyrants who can be called local tyrants.

He is now a real local tyrant, 'Hao' is naturally because he has a lot of money, and 'Tu' is because no stupid hat will bring billions worth of cash and jewelry on his body, and others can't bring it at all.

After walking along the bluestone paved road for half the street, the local tyrant star was almost full, but he was still stuffing a handful of fried tenderloin and roasted kidneys into his mouth.

There was no way, he felt that the house was there, and it was still such a big villa; Women, he also has them, Molly, Xiaoling and Huo Qiaoqiao, may not be regarded as Tianzi and the country, but they are all first-class beauties, the key is that these mothers-in-law are really good to themselves.

The current local tyrant star is absolutely forced to be rich and doesn't know how to spend it.

Regarding this, even the barbecued pork bun laughed at him like a turtle.

"It's boring, it's not exciting at all." A street is about to come to an end, and the skewers in Lin Xing's hand are almost finished.

He was just about to turn away and look for the so-called thrill, but suddenly he heard a melodious and familiar flute sound from the end of the street, and it seemed that there were still people arguing, and the quarrel was very fierce.

The sound of the flute did not stop because of the quarrel, but was like the sound of mountains and rivers, and it was graceful.

Lin Xing involuntarily turned around and walked over with the remaining two strings of big waists in his hand.

An alley at the end of the street is full of people, including tourists, shopkeepers and nearby merchants, who leave their business and don't bother to see the excitement.

The voices of the people who were arguing inside were getting louder and louder, and they seemed to be about to get started.

The people who watched the excitement were very 'smart', and immediately expanded the 'encirclement', waiting for the show to be staged from a distance.

Only then was Lin Xing able to see the situation in the circle.

A woman in a thin trouser gown sits on the floor, playing the flute with both hands as if no one was around.

On the ground in front of her, there was a white piece of paper, on which a lot of words were written with a brush, one corner of the white paper was pressed with bricks, and the other corner was pressed a tin box originally used to hold biscuits, and some change was placed in it.

"! This figure, no, why is this flute so familiar? Lin Xing muttered and leaned in, turned his waist to look at the woman's face half covered by messy hair, and then looked at the white paper on the ground.

A few lines were written on it with a brush: My man is seriously ill and has no money to buy medicine, so he is dying.

"......" Lin Xing was speechless.

Isn't this the same woman begging near the university town?

She is still wearing her original bun, and her face and neck are dirty, making it difficult to see her true face. The body is still the same plaid cloth coat and black cloth pants, although the knees are bent and sitting on the ground, it is difficult to hide the beautiful figure.

"Damn, sisters, you really have enough strength to go south and north." Lin Xing muttered in a low voice.

He didn't interrupt the woman playing the flute, but bit off the last big waist, held the bamboo skewer in his mouth, quickly took off his jacket, wrapped it behind him and draped it over her shoulders, and then walked away quickly.

After playing a tune, the woman put down the bamboo flute, gathered the jacket on her shoulder, and looked at the white paper on the ground expressionlessly.

At this time, Lin Xing ran back with a steaming plastic lunch box in his left hand and a pair of disposable bamboo chopsticks in his right hand.

"It's almost winter, and the further north you go, the colder it gets. You just wear it like this, isn't it a bit too much? Lin Xing squatted beside her and handed over the lunch box and chopsticks, "It's still the same old saying, eat when it's time to eat, and only when you're full will you have the strength to start work, what about the spicy tang you just bought." ”

The woman raised her head and looked at him for a while, put the bamboo flute on the white paper, took the spicy tang and chopsticks, and nodded slightly, "Thank you, boss." ”

Just a brief look at each other, but Lin Xing was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but murmur: "Your eyes are so beautiful." ”

The woman didn't speak, but turned her head and took a sip of the hot soup.

"You want to take advantage of people, don't you?"

An angry doll voice came, waking Lin Xing up from his trance.

He glanced at the man, didn't speak, lowered his head and took out thirty dollars from his wallet and put it in the money box on the ground.

He didn't look at the money box carefully just now, but now he put money in it, only to find that this box was the same as the cookie box that Sister Qian originally used to store money.

Thinking of Zhang Qian, who was missing, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, took out another hundred yuan from his wallet and put it in, and then wanted to get up and leave.

"Boss, don't leave yet!" The woman suddenly stopped him, put the lunch box aside, and reached out to pick up the bamboo flute, "You gave too much money, I will play a song for you alone, I should repay you." ”

"Uh...... Okay, but don't worry, you eat it while it's hot, warm it up and then blow it, I'll wait for you here. ”

The woman nodded wordlessly, put down the flute and continued to eat.

At this time, someone next to him said in a strange tone: "Ouch, you can order a song for one hundred and thirty yuan, I'll give you this money, how about you help me blow it all night?" ”

As soon as the words fell, a bundle of 100-yuan bills was thrown in the air, and I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, it happened to smash on the edge of the biscuit box, smashing the money box crookedly, the banknotes inside were scattered, and the coins rolled to the ground.

"Holy! The surname is Hua, you're sick in the head! The doll voice roared again, "There is a kind of practice with me, don't get along with a woman who asks for food!" ”

"Hehe, I said Ning Hanchen, are you boiling and eating too much and have nothing to do? This girl is an artist, the picture is money, I open an antique shop with the second master, I have money, I spend money to listen to the music, what is your matter? ”

Lin Xing turned a blind eye to the two who were arguing, and just squatted down and helped the piper pick up the money scattered on the ground.

But when he heard Second Master Hua's words, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Although his attention was on the flute girl just now, he could squint at a glance and already see who the two quarreled were.

One is the infatuated little lady Pao Ning Hanchen.

Another very rich second master Hua is the second son of Hua Zichong, Hua Shihuan!