109 It is impossible to recruit an (I)

"Wait!"

The ancients really listened to loyalty, Zhao Dazhui shouted these two words again, and they really slowed down again, waiting for Zhao Dazhui to explain why they were slow.

"Big sister, your business philosophy is about to change! We can't just know that the sales are miserable day by day, we can sell something else! ”

The eldest sister was unmoved: "We also sell some laughter, some medicine, and sometimes some news." There are many ways to make money, do you think you just rely on a few beggars? That's just a façade. ”

It seems to be true, after all, the money that beggars can beg for is not much, and there are no strange requirements such as the "minimum charity amount" of later generations, and the income is definitely not high.

Engaging in a side hustle, pulling some pimps, selling some "strong pills", and being a paparazzi seem to have become a good and necessary choice.

"It's still a little low." Zhao Dazhui shook his head, "We want to play our own banner, have our own office, and can openly take orders." ”

The eldest sister laughed heartily again: "The children of the official eunuchs are different, and they speak and act in an orderly manner. We used to have people on the ground to pick up work, but then the owner fell and went back. ”

"It's Cai You, right?" Zhao Dazhui unceremoniously stopped the eldest sister from asking, "You don't have to ask me how I know, this matter is not a secret from Lao Bai." ”

"Old white?"

"Bai Shizhong!"

"Isn't he your father, you call him Lao Bai?"

"When did I say he's my father?"

"Just now."

"Oh, it doesn't matter. Generations or anything are floating clouds, don't care! You just need to know that I can get Lao Bai to cooperate with you, so that you can move from the underground to the surface. From now on, be an upright person and do business. ”

The great masterpiece "Water Margin" teaches us that every "hero" has a dream of being recruited.

Song Jiang Niu didn't break it, Liangshan One Hundred and Eight Generals didn't break it, for the sake of a small official position, he was still played to death by the imperial court, and he died.

Are you foolish? Is it ridiculous? Is it a pity? Is it hateful?

Zhao Dazhui didn't know, but he didn't mind fiddling with this sturdy woman with a beard like Song Jiang, or worsening the ending than Song Jiang, he didn't mind.

People have done a few good things to kill the rich and help the poor, you are a female bandit leader, what can you do?

It's not a pity to die!

The eldest sister is very powerful, and anyone who can have her own territory in the dungeon of Bianliang can be said to be very powerful. But after all, she is just a female bandit, not those smiling tigers in the court, and I don't know how shameless this worst person in the world is.

So, the eldest sister was stunned and moved.

"The son is too polite, so the eldest sister of the family is mostly angry, just call Sister Feng of the slave family."

The eldest sister laughed and didn't stroke her beard, but she still looked very heroic, this appearance is really not glamorous!

"The children of the rivers and lakes are the most righteous, Sister Feng just rest assured! You send a few people to follow me, and I'll go and arrange the door and contact with Lao Bai now. ”

Sister Feng nodded: "Lai Da, Mao Er, you lead a few people to follow Bai Gongzi, you must protect Gongzi!" ”

Lai Dayi waved his hand and said angrily: "Where is Childe going to find a face?" ”

"That's got on the ground, right?"

In this sewer where you can't see your fingers and your teeth when you open your mouth, are you going to be a dirt grandson or how to dig a hole somewhere?

You don't look like a groundhog, do you?

Mao Er rolled his eyes, uh, I'm sorry, he seems to only have white eyes, no black pupils, and said coldly: "The waterways of Bianliang extend in all directions, as long as there is a boat, there is basically no place that you can't go." ”

So the question arises: is there a lighting system in the sewer of Bianliang? It's all dark and swarthy, how can you identify the location?

The answer is very simple, let Mao Er, a man who was born blind, hold the boat.

Anyway, you can't see anything, and there is no difference between having eyes without beads and vain opening your eyes wide and confused. Perhaps, Mao Er can also use his sixth sense to lead everyone to the other side of happiness?

I slept again in a daze, and when Mao Er, who had no eyes, stopped the boat, Zhao Dazhui woke up leisurely. After climbing many steps, Zhao Dazhui found that he had come to Mahang Street.

As the most prosperous street in Bianliang, the owners of many of the doors on the street are big people with some backgrounds.

As far as Zhao Dazhui knows, Prime Minister Bai Shizhong has two stores on this street, a crude medicine shop and a bookstore, and he is much richer than Ximen officials.

Zhao Dazhui identified the direction and decisively led a few people to the bookstore.

Elegant people, of course, should read more books when they have nothing to do, read good books, go to the bookstore and sit down, and have a lot of compulsion.

After entering the bookstore, Zhao Dazhui knocked on the counter with a big grin: "Where's the boss?" Let your boss come out, the one who collects the protection money is here! ”

As for the shape of Lai Da and Mao Er's goods, at a glance, they knew that they were not customers of the bookstore, and the young men didn't bother to pay attention to them. Hearing Zhao Dazhui's vicious voice again, the guy shouted: "Shopkeeper, there is another person who is not afraid of death!" ”

The shopkeeper came out of the backstage and glanced at Zhao Dazhui: "Whose little son are you?" Go wild in this place, do your adults know? ”

"I don't have any adults in my family, don't show me your backstage, I'm here to find him today! You go and tell Lao Bai that I have taken a fancy to his shop, and ask him to give me the shop to open the beggar gang rudder. ”

The shopkeepers were all pleased.

This door is hard to find, you stinky little doll just open your mouth, who are you white?

"Don't care who I am, just tell him, if he dares not to give me this little uncle face, Lao Tzu will hammer him to death!"

At this time, Bai Shizhong didn't need others to hammer him to death at all, he himself felt that his life was short.

After digging hard for a long time, countless bricks and stones, a huge amount of garbage, and some suspected humanoid objects were dug up, but I didn't see a single hair of Zhao Dazhui.

Don't say anything about Zhao Da Hammer may have been blown up, previous events have proved that that guy's life is very hard, very hard. The people who were with him were basically bombarded into slag, as long as he was still strong, ahh

But no matter how strong a person is, whether he can survive under the squeeze of the boulder is really a question that tests people's confidence.

Anyway, according to Bai Shizhong's observation, Zhao Ji, who came to the rescue site, gradually lost confidence and gradually faded his patience. Zhao Ji, who was thunderous, changed his previous peace, and had already killed several guys who couldn't work on the spot.

What Bai Shizhong is worried about is that if bad news comes in the end, whether his black yarn and top black yarn's head can be saved, are huge unknowns.

When he was extremely irritable, Bai Shizhong suddenly saw his housekeeper and a certain servant chattering and hooking up there.

"Bai Fu, don't you hurry up to help rescue, do you dare to disturb the order here, do you want to die?"

The housekeeper Bai Fu hurried over and explained in a low voice: "Our bookstore went to a fanatic, wanting to occupy our shop, and also, he made disrespectful remarks and insulted the master. ”

"Oh, what did he swear?"

"That man is just a naughty boy who is less than ten years old, and he dares to call himself the uncle of the old man, and he ......"

"If there's a fart, let it go!"

"He said, if you don't know each other, he'll hammer you to death!"

"Good! Does anyone dare to bully the door? I'm going to ......"

Bai Shizhong, who was just about to say a big word, suddenly blessed his soul and muttered to himself: "Less than ten years old? Children? Still need a hammer? Hammer? Hammer! ”

"Hah!" Bai Shizhong clapped his hands excitedly, "Yes, it's his old man!" I can call him uncle, it's really a blessing from eight lifetimes of cultivation! When I am at the official family, I will go to visit my dear little uncle! ”