From the west side of the computer city, cross two stinky ditches and turn two small streets selling fried noodles and stinky tofu. Ning Caichen pointed to the small alley in front of him and said, "Brother Bao, we're here." ”

"Arrived? You mean, that Zhou Botong, who has great powers, is hiding here to work? Fang Tianbao couldn't believe his ears.

"That's right, the address he sent me is clearly written here, 514 Mouse Lane." Ning Caichen took out his mobile phone and confirmed it again. Fang Tianbao looked up at the sky, looked down at the ground again, and felt like he was coming to hell on earth.

That's right, this is Mouse Alley, and this is indeed Mouse Alley next to Computer City.

It's a long, dim, damp alley. At the mouth of the alley, there is an ancient archway, and the archway is clearly written with three dark red characters of "Mouse Alley". Under the archway, it is also particularly noted: "The archway of Mouse Lane, built in 1986." ”

Rat Alley, located next to the city's computer city, is the largest urban village in the city. However, the low-rise houses in Mouse Alley are basically more than 40 years old, which is a dilapidated house in the absolute sense.

Here, there is no sunlight all year round. Under the eaves of each house, three to five huge cobwebs are installed as standard. As for rats and cockroaches, they are pets shared by every household.

There is no lack of sunlight here, and the sanitary conditions are poor. So, basically, every migrant worker who lives here has an obvious feature when he goes out, that is, his face is pale and he looks like an anemic patient.

Of course, in Mouse Alley, in addition to gathering a large number of IT "elites", there are also some dilapidated storefronts on the street. And "No. 514 Mouse Lane", where Zhou Botong is located, is a small shop on the street. It is said that it is not small because this store also has more than 20 square meters. It is said that it is not big, because these two or dozens of square meters are also divided into a territory like tofu blocks by four small shops.

The store of more than 20 square meters is divided into four small shops. The largest area of each small shop is only six square meters. And Zhou Botong's "Bertone Technology" is the smallest of them, and it is also the one closest to the back room, and the light is the worst.

"Damn, no wonder it's called 514 Mouse Alley." Fang Tianbao shook his head and said with emotion.

"Why?" Ning Caichen asked.

"514, doesn't that mean 'I'm going to die'? I have been opening a shop here for many years, I can't see the sun all day long, and I fight against rats, cockroaches, and centipedes every day, and ......it's strange if I don't die," Fang Tianbao just said, a lame man with vicissitudes of life, limping out of the dim shop.

"Oh, Caichen, you're finally here...... Why don't you tell me in advance when you come...... I'll tell my secretary to drive you up......"

The crippled man with a stubble on his face spread his hands to Ning Caichen from afar and made a warm hug. Looking at him, his face is full of peach blossoms, and he really doesn't look like an anemic patient from the mouse alley.

If that's right, he's Zhou Botong.

Fang Tianbao looked this Zhou Botong up and down. He is not tall and has extremely small eyes, so small that when he laughs, he can be ignored directly.

Although his face was full of wrinkles, he still looked quite gentle. His hair is yellow, and it's a little naturally curly, which may be a sign that his nutrition can't keep up. Moreover, I don't know if he didn't have the money to buy a razor or what, his face was full of stubble, directly reminiscent of the down-and-out President Saddam Hussein who was pulled out of the hole.

"Brother Botong, I'm really sorry, I came by bus with this brother Bao. Because it's two people, I'm embarrassed to let you send a BMW M3 to pick us up, besides, your BMW M3 doesn't have much space......" Ning Caichen arched his hand to Zhou Botong, which was regarded as a greeting.

"Caichen, it's a BMW Z4." Zhou Botong covered his mouth with his hand and said softly in Ning Caichen's ear, which was regarded as correcting his "BMW M3".

"I can't see it, Boss Zhou is quite rich, he has driven a BMW sports car......" Fang Tianbao couldn't believe his ears, he felt that the Zhou Botong in front of him was too fucking low-key. actually drove a BMW sports car, and even rented such a cheap store (it is estimated that the rent of this kind of small lattice store is less than 300 yuan a month).

"Don't take it too seriously, the BMW sports cars I told Brother Zhou are all ...... in 'Need for Speed'" Hearing Ning Caichen say this, Fang Tianbao knew the plan.

"You two, would you like to drink some ear tea?" When Zhou Botong said this, Fang Tianbao was speechless. Unexpectedly, some people actually called "Pu'er tea" "ear tea".

"Okay, okay, let's talk about tea later." Ning Caichen saw that Zhou Botong was going to pour tea for them, and hurriedly said that he was not thirsty. To be honest, who can fucking drink the "ear tea" poured by Zhou Botong. Let's not talk about his teacup that hasn't been washed for 10,000 years, and there is still Xiaoqiang in it. Just his "ear tea" covered with white hair, Fang Tianbao could see at a glance that it was definitely a stall. "Ear tea" like him can be picked up in large quantities in the garbage heap of the tea market.

I don't have any money, and I like to be vassal. It seems that this Zhou Botong is quite desperate to save face.

"Yes, yes, yes, forget about the ear tea. I'm afraid that after drinking it, I won't be able to get out of your small shop, and I'll be poisoned. Fang Tianbao said with a smile.

"Damn, this is ear tea, and it's not a three-step pour." Zhou Botong smiled and said, "Caichen, you are a benevolent brother, are you talking ridiculously?" ”

"His name is Fang Tianbao." Ning Caichen said.

"Oh, you're the famous Brother Bao? Come on, come on, sign your name for your little brother, sign your ......name," Zhou Botong said, and hurriedly brought a wall calendar from the table. He unfolded the wall calendar, and really wanted Fang Tianbao to sign his name.

"Signature?" Fang Tianbao was a little confused.

"Oh, Brother Bao, you don't know. In our area, there are often thugs who come to collect our protection money. Last month, one of the gangsters also said that it was okay not to pay protection money, unless there was your brother Bao as a guarantor. As soon as Zhou Botong said this, Fang Tianbao hurriedly looked at Ning Caichen and said, "Damn, I didn't expect my Tianbao's name to have this kind of evil effect." ”

"Sign it, maybe, the gangsters in this area really let you fix it?" When Ning Caichen said this, Fang Tianbao believed it. In this area of the computer city, Fang Tianbao had also been to the field a few times before and repaired a few gangsters.

"Okay, the words don't look good, don't mind." Fang Tianbao picked up the pen and wrote a few huge pen words on the wall calendar - "Zhou Botong is my uncle - Fang Tianbao".

"Wonderful, wonderful. In the future, I, Zhou Botong, will become Fang Tianbao's uncle, and I will see who would dare to charge me protection money. As he spoke, Zhou Botong blew the pen words on the calendar, and he hated that the ink would dry quickly.

"Okay, our brother Bao also gave you an inscription, do you have to do something practical for us?" Ning Caichen took out a pack of soft China from his pocket, pulled one out of it and handed it to Zhou Botong.

"Oh, Zhonghua ......" Zhou Botong's eyes, which were smaller than Pipiru, suddenly radiated a green light.

Fang Tianbao took a serious look, that's right, the hand he took the cigarette was shaking because of being too excited. It's like a homeless man, who has been hungry for more than half a month, suddenly grabs a hot "family bucket".

"Brother Bao, Caichen, it's not convenient to talk here, you come with me ......" Zhou Botong squinted, and after smoking the Chinese stick, he thought about it for a long time before waving his hand and signaling Fang Tianbao and Ning Caichen to go upstairs with him.

This time, because what Ning Caichen asked him to do, it was more dangerous, and Zhou Botong had to find a safe place to talk.

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