In the scorching summer, the heat is hard to get rid of, even if it is approaching the evening, it is still unbearable.

At a bustling four-fork intersection, there is an overpass, all square, for pedestrians, and there is a lot of traffic below.

After all, Jiangyu City is a metropolis with a very fast pace of life, so the pace of pedestrians is also very compact, and the line is in a hurry, and very few people stay.

But then a beggar appeared in the crowd, holding a wooden stick in his left hand, like a severed section of a tree root, with a rough and uneven surface, about five feet long and about two inches in diameter. In his right hand he held a bowl, but it was brand new and empty.

This beggar is probably the first day of work, the line is very unsophisticated, people are dirty and avoidable as beggars, but he is different, wearing a black T-shirt, clean and clean, printed with "begging for all the flavors of the world, begging for a prosperous life" twelve red characters, although there are two patches sewn on the clothes, there is no feeling of poverty.

The beggar is not only clean in clothes, but also clean on his head, with short broken hair, not even dandruff, although his complexion is a little dark, but his facial features are angular, revealing a masculine air, and his eyes are resolute and powerful.

The beggar now walks up the stairs of the overpass, his pace slow and leisurely, in stark contrast to the hurried crowd on the side. The beggar seemed to be in a good mood, humming a little song as he walked.

When passers-by heard his singing, they frequently looked sideways and thought, "How can this guy be happier when he becomes a beggar than when he is admitted to university?" When did a beggar become such a promising profession?

The beggar turned a blind eye to the gaze of passers-by, and it seemed that he was the only one left on the crowded stairs.

This beggar's name is Nangu, and the reason why he is so happy is because after today, he will truly liberate himself, and he can finally get rid of the old guy's control and turn over to be the master. Since he met the old guy at the age of five, he has not taken a day off, no day of sleep more than five hours, running at home and abroad, either learning martial arts, or learning culture, he has learned more than a dozen foreign languages alone, and he is still proficient in the door, either let him go to the African battlefield to experience, or let him infiltrate the gangsters in Europe, anyway, he treats him like a machine, he has never felt sorry for him, he can toss as much as he wants, he always suspects that the old guy must have an enmity with him in his last life, oh no, he also has a grudge with him in this life.

Nangu got on the overpass, walked a little forward, walked to the middle of the overpass, and sat down on the edge of the platform, which was sunbathed for a day, and it was very hot buttocks, so hot that he was like a hot spring, and his face was ecstatic, and he let out a long "ah". Then he spread his legs apart, put the bowl on the ground, leaned on the railing, and the people leaned on the railing, even if the work started, waiting for someone to send money.

As soon as Nangu sat down, a girl came up on the other side of the overpass, carrying a guitar on her back, holding a luggage cart in her hand, and the stereo was playing on the car. This girl is very beautiful, fair-skinned, delicate facial features, impeccable, wearing a silk floral dress, convex and backward, very temperamental, standing in the afterglow between the cracks of the building, the long skirt flutters, like the sun, beautiful.

The girl took two steps forward, turned on the speakers, set up the microphone, then squatted on the ground and opened the guitar case, took out the guitar, and the empty box was opened and placed next to the stereo, and then she stood up, played the guitar, and sang a song, very skillfully.

This girl is not only beautiful, but also very beautiful, like a natural sound, which attracted a lot of people to stop after a while, and a few people threw money into the guitar case, ranging from ten to five yuan.

Nan Gu looked at the desertion in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh: It seems that being a beggar also needs to master a craft.

But this girl's singing voice is really beautiful, so much so that he wants to give a reward, but unfortunately the bowl is empty. Nangu closed his eyes and rested his head on the railing, quietly enjoying the beautiful singing.

As a result, he was just beginning to revel when a voice broke his wonderful world: "Hey, friend, please give way, this is my place!"

When Nangu opened his eyes, he saw a beggar standing in front of him, this beggar looked much more professional than him, about forty years old, with a broken bowl in his hand, he was filthy, and his hair had not been washed for a long time, and it had congealed into lumps.

Nan Gu looked displeased and said, "The overpass is so big, where can't I sit on your ass? Lao Tzu's ass just covered the cold, you just let me go, dream, you?"

The beggar was also a little unhappy, and said: "This is my territory, I have been here for several years, there are rules, the left and right hundred meters are my territory, beggars are not embarrassed beggars, I hope you understand some rules, go somewhere else!"

Nangu said: "What if I don't go!"

The beggar's face turned cold, and he said, "Don't toast and don't eat and drink, you are new to the industry, right?" You know that I am a disciple of the Beggar Gang, and I can call hundreds of people to hack you to death in minutes." ”

Nan Gu was interested, and said with a smile: "Oh, are you a disciple of the Beggar Gang?"

The beggar said, "Aokitang! You may not have heard of it, have you? With such a virtuous character, you can't even enter the gate of the beggar gang!"

Nangu pointed at him and said, "Okay, I'll inform you now, from now on, you are my subordinate!"

The beggar's face changed, and he said, "Young man, you're tired of living, aren't you? Do you really think that the beggar gang is just a legend?"

Nangu sat up straight, lifted his T-shirt, took out a cyan wooden plaque from his waist, put it in front of him, and said, "Since you are from Aokitang, do you know this token?"

The beggar's face changed again, and he said, "Hall Master Token, are you a newly transferred Hall Master?"

Nangu said, "Count you as acquaintances!" and inserted the token back into his waist as he spoke.

The beggar hurriedly squatted down, sneered, and said: "I'm really sorry, I don't know Mount Tai with my eyes, the hall master has dragon eyebrows and phoenix eyes, this posture, this momentum, except for the hall master, which beggar can pretend? I didn't recognize your old man, it's me damn it, it's me who is clumsy." Don't you know, during this time, we are looking forward to you every day, thinking about not eating or sleeping well, but I didn't expect that the hall master just came, and came to my territory to come to visit and guide, I really feel extremely honored!"

Nangu said: "Don't pat yourself on the back!During this time, who is in charge of Aokitang?"

The beggar said: "Since the death of Hall Master He, it has always been Deputy Hall Master Li who has been temporarily acting as a substitute!"

Nangu said: "Has the murderer who killed Hall Master He been found?"

The beggar looked embarrassed and said, "The hall master looks down on me, with my identity, how will I know?" I just heard that it seems to be the head of the Mi Deputy Hall, and I heard that the Mi Deputy Hall Master has been arrested, but the hall master, I just heard about it, and I am not sure, and I can't give evidence to the court." ”