Zhou Jun came to Furu Building, Liu Gongzi had already left, and he gave himself a task, a dangerous but rewarding task. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhou Jun felt that this was a big gamble, but he was never afraid of gambling because he didn't often lose.

Because he always wins, he is not afraid of losing.

The young singers were sitting in twos and threes in the room where the restaurant was piled up with miscellaneous items, and when they saw Zhou Jun coming in, they gave him a seat in awe. This treatment is not because these teenagers are approachable, on the contrary, these fair-skinned urban teenagers with wandering eyes are the most unreliable and impolite. Zhou Jun used to read a lot of idle books at home, and urban teenagers were the source of soldiers that Qi Jiguang disliked the most, because they often took the lead in running away during the war, disturbing the morale of the army, and when they were held accountable after the war, they would put the responsibility on the simple soldiers from the countryside.

They're villains, but there's a good thing about villains, they're afraid of power and violence, and if you have one of them, you can easily make them submissive.

Zhou Jun sat unceremoniously at the highest part of the room, he was condescending, looking down at the teenagers proudly, like an arrogant lion: "There is a job, a person has two taels of silver, and he will settle five coins first, but if anyone dares to take the money and run, don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people." ”

The young people's eyes lit up, two taels of silver is not a small amount, and they may not be able to get a few dollars of silver for a month of singing in the restaurant, which is equivalent to their income for one or two years.

"Why is it that you are paying such a high price?" A teenager asked.

Zhou Jun glanced at him in admiration, he was not too stupid to be able to not be confused by interests, and he knew that it was not too stupid to ask what he was going to do.

"Singing, going to the village to teach the children to sing."

"To the village? What song to sing? ”

Zhou Jun sang softly: "Wei Zhongxian, covering the sky, colluding with the Hakka clan to chaos in the Central Plains; Wei Zhongxian, messing with power, loyal ministers and wise men are not preserved; Jiang Nanzi, Liu Boyang, worried about state affairs, sleepless at night; Follow the sages, the world is connected, and work together to fight the thief! ”

The song was actually ordinary, but the content surprised the teenagers present.

"Are you crazy? This Wei nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years old is also what you can arrange? Who is this Liu Boyang, who dares to get along with Lord Wei? The young man who asked the first question rebuked loudly as if he was frightened. Although the other teenagers did not say anything, they all showed similar looks.

Zhou Jun was very insightful about their thoughts, but he just asked for a price to repay the money on the spot: "Wang Zheng, Lao Tzu told you clearly, first, whether you like to do it or not, two taels of silver Lao Tzu can find someone to do it casually, so that you can afford to do it; Second, let you go to the village to teach children to sing, and the officials of the court never go to the countryside, who can catch you? Third, how can this new emperor take the throne, how can he keep the powerful ministers of the previous generation? Wei Zhongxian saw that he was unable to protect himself, how could he have the kung fu to deal with you! ”

"That being said, the danger is too great, you have to pay more!"

"So, in another way, a village has a penny, as long as you teach two children to sing, the children of a village will sing along, you draw a good film, Lao Tzu will spot check, how about it? More work, more, less work! ”

The teenagers looked at each other and opened their minds to the abacus.

Zhou Jun has already helped them calculate this account in his heart, and he can't make a few dollars a day by singing in a restaurant, and sometimes he will be bullied when he encounters the good ones of Longyang, if he goes to the village to teach children to sing, a village a day is a penny of silver, and a month there are three taels of silver.

Three taels of silver!

That's not a small amount.

Zhou Jun saw that they nodded to each other and agreed to this method. Wang Zheng opened his mouth again: "How is this area divided? ”

"This Lao Tzu doesn't care, Lao Tzu is only responsible for the inspection, anyway, Lao Tzu's wife can't walk when she gets sick, so don't be afraid of Lao Tzu running away."

"Okay, isn't it just singing, it's done!" Wang Zhengyi gritted his teeth and agreed.

Zhou Jun looked at the jubilant teenagers in front of him, smiled contemptuously, and remembered the conversation with Liu Gongzi last night.

Liu Xu sat on a mahogany Taishi chair, although Qin Hui was scolded through the ages for harming Grandpa Yue, but the Taishi chair from him was favored by the scholars and doctors, and it has been passed down to this day. Liu Xu always had a faint smile on his face, but Zhou Jun understood that it was definitely not a smile.

What kind of expression is that?

Zhou Jun suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he went hunting in the mountains with his father, and it was said that there were tigers in the mountains, but he and his father had never encountered them. And his father once told him that the tiger was always lazy before devouring people, as if he hadn't woken up, but once he did it, it was like thunder, and ordinary people couldn't defend against it at all.

So is Liu Gongzi's smile the laziness of the tiger?

Zhou Jun believes that under that seemingly sincere smile, there is a cold killing intention.

But he didn't care, because he worshiped the tiger, worshiped the strong, and it was better to serve the strong than to be in the company of the weak.

"Zhou Jun, do you know why you can take twenty taels of silver, while those young men can only take two or three taels of silver?"

"Because Childe looks up to me." Zhou Jun didn't understand Liu Xu's intentions for a while, and he decided to be respectful.

"No, because you are superior, they are inferior, you are the ruler of people, they are the ruler of others." Liu Xu still had that warm smile on his face, but the words he said were extremely cold: "I am very optimistic about you, I might as well tell you something to say." ”

"Son, please speak, Zhou Jun listens."

"In this world, there is no goodness and justice, only the strong and the weak. Big fish eat small fish, small fish shouldn't complain, who made it too small. Similarly, the nomads destroyed civilization and the Mongols swept away the Southern Song Dynasty because the Southern Song Dynasty was weak, and the weak deserved to perish, and the Southern Song Dynasty died unjustly. It's just that now that I'm here, this China is bound to be strong, and it deserves the bad luck of the nomads. Zhou Jun was very strange that Liu Xu would talk to him like this.

This is not something he should be listening to.

At least not yet.

"You're a smart guy, and I've always liked smart people. Do you know what are the characteristics of smart people? ”

"Zhou Jun is stupid."

"Smart people will choose the strong to be loyal, because they know that only by following the strong can they be fed, clothed, and clothed. I will always be strong, and you will be my blade hidden in the shadows, do not let me down. ”

Although Zhou Jun didn't know why Liu Xu would tell him about the struggle between nomads and farming peoples, he understood that Liu Xu wanted to be loyal to him.

Zhou Jun is very willing to be loyal to a strong man, he needs the protection of the strong, and he needs the help of the strong, so he immediately agreed: "Zhou Jun is willing to serve the son, if he is driven, he will never shirk, the sword mountain and the sea of fire, indomitable!" ”

Zhou Jun knelt on the ground and saw Liu Xu's eyes extending from the top of his head to the vast night, and he read a little loneliness from Liu Xu's eyes.

It turns out that the strong are lonely.

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