Old Mr. Camel set off on the road. Luo Han first drew the attention of his wise wife, and began to enlighten her about what he had finalized, and that condescending, empty-eyed air was not only very decent for one of the great men, but also like a city man, who knew that collecting the doll tax in and around Conch City was a promising job.

"So the brother you said is you, isn't it?" Rohan asked the old camel that according to the agreement reached between the two parties, he moved into the old camel's house the next day. "Oh my God, I thought about it last night."

"Every man is his own brother," replied the old camel, with a flattering smile on his face. "You can't find a good brother like him anywhere."

"Sometimes it's not necessarily," replied Rohan, pretending to be very deep in the city. "You know, there are people who don't go against other people, they can't get along with themselves."

"Don't believe that." The old camel said, "A man who can't get along with himself is only because he has gone too far with his brother, either because he cares about everyone or doesn't care about himself." Phew, Phew! There is no such thing in the world. ”

"Even if there is, it shouldn't." Rohan replied.

"That's the reason." Rohan shouted.

"In a small gang like ours." Old Camel felt the need to emphasize, "We have a general boss, that is, you can't think of yourself as a number one, think about me." ”

"Oh, old thing." Luo Han scolded.

"You think," continued the old camel, pretending not to heed the interjection, "we are now indistinguishable from each other, and we have common interests, and we have to do so." Your goal is to care for me, that is, to care for yourself. ”

"Of course," replied Rohat, "you have a point. ”

"That's right. You can't just care about yourself as the boss and ignore me as the boss. ”

"You mean I'm the second, right?" Arhats have the virtue of self-love.

"No, that's not what I meant." The old camel retorted, "I am as important to you as you are to yourself." ”

Rohan interjected, "You're funny, I admire you very much, but our friendship hasn't reached that deep. ”

"Just ponder and consider," said the old camel, "and you have done a very beautiful thing, and I have done it to you, and I like you." But at the same time, this thing also ties a collar around your neck, which is easy to tie up, but difficult to untie. ”

Rohan touched his scarf with his hand, as if he felt too tight and uncomfortable, and he mumbled in agreement, in tone rather than words.

"What is a head loss?" The old camel continued, "It's just a blink of an eye, and the head is gone. Always walk on the flat road and be careful, that's what you're going to do as the boss. ”

"Needless to say," replied the Rohat, "why are you talking about that?" ”

"It is only to make you understand what I mean," said the old camel, raising his eyebrows, "and to do this, you must rely on me, and it is up to you to make this little deal of mine a smooth one." First of all, you should be your own boss, and secondly, you should be the boss of our party. The more you value your boss, the more you have to rely on me. Speaking of which, let's go back to what I told you at the beginning - we can all be together with the boss, and we have to do this, otherwise we have to go our separate ways. ”

"It is true," replied the Rohan thoughtfully, "oh! You old slippery head. ”

Old Mr. Camel, such praise of his talent is by no means an ordinary compliment, and he has indeed left an impression of resourcefulness in the heart of this new apprentice, and it is essential to establish this impression at the beginning of their relationship. In order to deepen this necessary and useful impression, he struck while the iron was hot, and gave a fairly detailed description of the scale and scope of the business, blending fact and fiction as far as possible to suit his own intentions.

He used both very skillfully, and the admiration in the eyes of the arhats, with a little bit of salutary fear, was ideal to evoke.

"It is because of this mutual trust between you and me that I can find comfort in the time of great loss," said the old camel, "and yesterday morning I lost one of my best helpers. ”

"Did you mean he's dead?" Rohan cried out.

"No, no," replied the old camel, "not so unlucky. ”

"Oh, I think he's-"

"It's just been caught," the old camel interjected.

"What great sin?" Rohan asked.

"No," replied the old camel, "not too serious, he picks up his purse." They found a silver snuff box on him—his own, his own, and he smoked snuff himself, and he liked to smoke it. They're going to keep him in prison to this day, thinking they know whose thing it is. He deserves fifty fine snuff boxes, and I'm willing to pay that price to redeem him. It's a pity you haven't seen a ghost, it's a pity you haven't seen a ghost. ”

"Well, I'll see him later, don't you think?" Rohan said.

"I can't let go of this," replied the old camel, sighing, "and if they have no new evidence, we'll take him back." However, if they have new evidence, they become recidivists. They now knew how clever the lad was. He's going to get a permanent jail ticket, and they're going to get a permanent ticket for the clever guys. ”

Luo Han asked, "What good is it for you to speak to me like this, why don't you say something that I can understand?" ”

The old camel was planning to translate this mysterious word into plain language, so that after explanation, the Arhat could understand.

At this moment, the fake young master suddenly walked in and interrupted their conversation, he put his hands in his trouser pockets, twisted his face, and the sad face made people feel a little funny.

"It's all over, old camel." After getting to know each other, the new partners said.

"What did you say?"

"They've found the owner of the box, and two or three people are going to identify him, and the clever ghost will inevitably have to go out for a walk." The false young master replied, "I must wear a mourning dress, an old camel, and a hat band, and go and see him before he departs."

This unobtrusive clever ghost - for the sake of an ordinary sneeze box, only worth two copper coins, he will have to eat in prison. I always thought that the top was at least a gold watch with a chain and a stamp. Oh, why didn't he steal the valuables of a rich old thing, and if he wanted to leave, he would have to walk like a person of status, not like an ordinary pickpocket, neither decent nor dishonorable. ”

The fake young master expressed deep sympathy for his unlucky friend, and sat down on the nearest chair with a look of chagrin and frustration.

"What are you nagging him for being unseemly and dishonorable?" The old camel shouted, and threw an angry look at the apprentice. "Hasn't he always been the leader of you? Do any of you compare with him or catch up with him in terms of smell? Well? ”

"Not one," the fake young master felt a little regretful, and his voice became dry. "Not a single one."

"And what else do you say?" The old camel was still furious, "What kind of mourning are you crying about?" ”

"Because it's not going to be recorded—it's on the record, is it?" Luo Han couldn't hold back his frustration, and openly contradicted his old teacher. "People don't even know half of who he is. How could he get into the new door? Maybe it's not there at all. Oh my God, oh my, this blow is too big. ”

"Haha!" The old camel spread out his right hand, turned towards the arhat, and let out a strange laugh, and his body swayed as if he was convulsing. "Isn't it beautiful to see how proud they are of what they do?"

Rohan nodded yes. The old camel looked at the sad false young master for a few seconds, and was obviously satisfied, and then stepped forward and patted the boy on the shoulder.

"Don't worry," said the old camel, coaxing him, "it will come out, it will come out." In the future, everyone will know what a smart person he is, he will show his face himself, and he will not embarrass the old man and the old master. Think about it, how young he is. At his age, he was invited to go, what a face. ”

"Well, it's a face, yes." The fake young master said, and he felt a little relieved in his heart.

"He will have whatever he wants," continued the old camel, "and he should live like a young master in that stone urn, like a young master." There is alcohol to drink every day, and there is money in his pocket for him to play a game of tossing if he can't spend it. ”

"No, what if he can spend it?" He shouted.

"Well, then Huabei," replied the old camel, "we will find a great man, and find a man of the best eloquence, to defend him." He can also defend himself, and if he were happy, we will read all this in the newspapers, and the clever ghost who cannot be caught has caused laughter in the hall several times, and the judge here holds his stomach? ”

"Haha!" The fake young master laughed, "That's fun, isn't it, old camel?" I mean, the clever ones are going to get them in trouble, aren't they? ”

"Eighty?" The old camel shouted, "Ten percent—he will." ”

"Ah, yes, he will." The fake young master rubbed his hands and repeated.

"I feel like I'm seeing him right now." The old camel turned his gaze to his apprentice and said in a loud voice.

"I saw it too," shouted the false young master, "hahaha! It all seemed to be in front of me, and it was so real to see, old camel, it was so interesting. Very, very interesting. The big men with their wigs all pretended to be serious, and talked to them affectionately and pleasantly, as if he were the son of a judge and was giving a speech at a banquet! ”

Truth be told, the false young master's temper was indeed different, and after some careful conditioning by old Mr. Camel, the young friend at first tended to regard the clever ghost in prison as a victim, and then turned to him as the protagonist of a very unusual and elegant burlesque, and wished that day would come sooner rather than later, so that his old buddy might have a chance to show his talents.

"We must find out how he is doing today, and find a convenient way," said the old camel, "and let me think." ”

"Do you want me to go?" The fake young master asked.

"No, no," replied the old camel, "are you mad?" It's crazy, you're going to go in too, there- no, Charlie, no. It is enough to lose one at a time. ”

"Are you going to go out yourself, I suppose?" The fake young master squeezed his eyes humorously and said.

"That's not quite right." The old camel replied with his head shaken.

"Then why don't you send this new fellow?" The fake young master stretched out a hand and put it on Luo Han's shoulder and asked. "No one knows him."

"Oh, if he doesn't object—" said the old camel.

"Against?" The fake young master interjected, "What does he have to object?" ”

"There really is nothing to object to, my dear," said the old camel, turning toward Mr. Porter. "It's really nothing."

"Oh, I'll have to say a word about this, you know," said Rohan, shaking his head again and again, and retreating to the door, revealing a conscious panic. "No, no—I don't do it, this kind of thing doesn't belong in my department, it's not okay."

"What department did he go into, old camel?" Young Master Baez looked at Luohan's slender body in extreme disgust and asked. "As soon as there is a mess, he will slip away, and when everything is going well, he will eat and drink from the sea, this is his business?"

"Come on," Mr. Porter sneered, "you must not be so disrespectful, boy, be careful that you are in the wrong place. ”

Hearing this grandiose intimidation, the fake young master laughed loudly. It took a long time for the old camel to find an opportunity to dismantle it, and to explain to the Rohan that it was impossible for him to be in danger by going to the misdemeanor court.

The report of the trivial incident in which he was involved, along with his personal physiognomy description, had not yet been transferred to Conch City, and it was likely that no one even suspected that he had come hiding in the Metropolis. Besides, as long as he changed his clothes properly, a trip to the bureau was as safe as going to any place in Conch City, because the last thing people could expect him to go to was that place.