"Boss!"

"Old Nima, I heard what the black nest boy said, what does this car mean?"

"My own car, old ...... Brother Horn. ”

"Hmm."

Wang Jiao nodded, Li Fugui is a little bit very good, he knows each other and is on the road.

After flattening him and opening the black gold stall again, Li Fugui came to work honestly.

In fact, before this, he had not wandered around the streets, and after the two little attendants, the fine eyes and the chickens, ran to Wang Baozhu to kill the fish, he helped deliver the goods, carrying them rain or shine.

From this point on, Wang Jiao admired him very much, this goods were wandering around the street, I am afraid that it is not very likely that it will be for the sake of two small followers not to suffer.

There are small problems, stealing chickens and touching dogs, petty evils, but these can be changed.

In Wang Jiao's view, Li Fugui is more righteous and more like a person than those rubbish who cut people everywhere.

"Come in and eat the 'small tube' and steam the rice."

"Thank you, Brother Jiao."

Li Fugui nodded, but did not enter the stall gate directly, but hesitated, rubbing his fingers on his nose, "Brother Jiao, these two cubs, can you go in?" ”

"As long as you don't mess around in the store, why not?"

"Thank you, Brother Jiao!"

Nodding happily, Li Fugui hurriedly invited the two little girls who were still a little scared to come over: "Come and call someone." ”

"Brother Horn."

"Brother Jiao is good."

"Well, let's come in and eat together."

Wang Jiao said, turned to the door and said to Hei Jin, "Hei Wo Zai, go get two pairs of chopsticks." ”

"No, big guys, they like to ...... with their hands"

"Why don't you be the boss?"

"I'll go get chopsticks!"

The women on the bottom floor of Bingwu Street, whether they sell betel nuts, cigarettes, art or body, most of them like to use their hands, as Hei Jin said.

But it's not so much about using your hands as it is about the tradition of the industry.

This is related to the population migration of the Emperor Tang Dynasty and the Heavenly Dynasty, two hundred years ago, the adult men among the native people were transported to Tianzhu and Persia in large quantities, and the population of Tianzhu and Persia entered the former Himyar region along the coastline.

When Shahin cooperated with the Western Turks to attack the Crescent Zone, the entire Persian Gulf was a stronghold of the Tang Dynasty.

In the past two hundred years, the local Turkish population in the South China Sea has declined dramatically, and a large number of women have flowed into the market in the form of state-owned property and war booty.

And they don't use chopsticks, and they eat with their hands.

When the state-run entertainment clubs began to decline and private clubs rose, the diversion of these employees brought this "tradition" into the industry, and then spread to the surrounding areas of the South China Sea.

In the eyes of Heijin, a native of the Tang Dynasty, the women who came out to sell on Bingwu Street naturally did not use chopsticks.

"Extraordinary Brother ......"

The two little girls looked at Li Fugui with some hesitation.

"Brother Jiao will do whatever he says."

"Yes."

"Thank you, Brother Jiao."

Breaking the bamboo tube rice, the two little girls still subconsciously wanted to use their hands, and the chopsticks held in their hands were obviously not very adaptable.

"Since you want to be with Li Feifei, then learn to use chopsticks, will Li Feifei really be rich and extraordinary one day? When the time comes to the big scene, you also use your hands? ”

"Yes, thank you, Brother Jiao!"

"Thank you, Brother Jiao!"

The two little girls suddenly smiled, and they were busy holding chopsticks to poke the rice in the bamboo tube, but Li Fugui was stunned for a moment, got up suddenly, rummaged for a while, touched a few wine bowls and came out, and then went out to get something on the tricycle.

"Brother Jiao, I have offended a lot before, I respect Brother Jiao."

It turned out that he actually took a small jar of rice wine from the tricycle, and he knew by looking at the seal that it was the belongings of the wine girl on Bingshu Street.

After placing three bowls and pouring them one by one, Li Fugui said to the two little girls who came from the ice room street: "I respect Brother Jiao." ”

"Yes."

"Brother Jiao, I respect you ......"

Wang Jiao was speechless, thinking that Lao Tzu was still alive, and you put three bowls in front of Lao Tzu?

"It's time to eat!"

Stretched out his chopsticks and lit the hot "small tube" in the pot, "Don't eat such a fresh thing, wait until it's rotten before eating?" ”

Although Wang Jiao didn't say anything, Li Fugui just knew that his original shit-like muddy life was about to pass.

The person who pulled him out of the quagmire was the king horn in front of him, who was extremely powerful and used to be a fishkiller.

As for the two little girls from Bingfang Street, they were worried, and they didn't dare to look at Wang Jiao.

knew that Wang Jiao was only "seventeen years old", but the uniform on his body, as well as the inexplicable momentum, made the two little girls feel that Brother Jiao was a big man......

is even bigger than the owners of the Westport Inns who went to Ice Room Street to prostitute themselves!

"There will be a batch of additional printing in a few days, since you have bought a tricycle, can you send it to Dongshan?"

"Yes!"

Li Fugui agreed, "Brother Jiao, don't worry, it will be delivered!" ”

"It's more than a hundred miles back and forth, is it really okay?"

"No problem, Brother Horn!"

Li Fugui patted his chest, "As long as I can make money, I can do anything!" ”

"Be careful."

"Yes!"

The distribution of "Flower Season and Rainy Season" is gradual, and after the sales of a few familiar points in the vicinity have stabilized slightly, they will begin to expand their scope.

It is impossible to run all over the entire Dragon Killing Port, and it is unlikely that it will take three or five months, and Wang Jiao does not count on this way.

Confined to the confines of the students, that's pretty much it.

It's not that Wang Jiao doesn't want to make a big money in one go, in addition to being swallowed up when he considered doing a conference before, there is also a trouble that it is difficult to save too much money.

It's not that there is no bank in Killing Dragon Port, but Wang Jiao's identity went to save money, and when he went, he was exposed, so he didn't have to think about it.

What customer information is strictly confidential, it's all.

So now I can make a little bit of money, and the first thing I do is to buy a property.

Heijin's current stall is nominally opened by him, and it is also a store he rented, but the store was bought by Wang Jiao in advance.

The net profit that "Flower Season and Rainy Season" can bring every month is very considerable, and Wang Jiao will not deposit a large amount of money in the bank before brushing out a reliable gold body.

He doesn't have enough strength to keep himself safe right now.

A seventeen-year-old boy with a huge amount of money in his hand and exposed to major banks is a piece of meat.

The child swaggered through the market with gold, and he still wanted not to be remembered, or in a place like Kill Longgang, this is a fool's dream.

After eating and drinking, Wang Jiao held a cup of tea, sat there and slowly consumed food, and suddenly heard the content of the two little girls chatting with Li Fugui, and the whole person was stunned.

"The new word prefix is very ugly."

"It's all loyalty, the people of the Quanzhong Society and the Wuzhong Society, why are you afraid of this new Shizhong Society?"

"I heard Grandma say that the original president of this new Shizhong Society is the new chief sergeant."

"Huh? Did the chief sheriff turn out to be a mixed word? ”

"I don't know, that's what Grandma said, and I don't know if it's true......"

Wang Jiao looked confused after hearing this: What the hell?! Yelu Abaoji was originally the president of the "Shizhong Society", and now he is the chief police officer of Kill Longgang?

It's not a black thing anymore, is it?

It's pitch black!