Seeing this, Lu Jiu squinted his eyes and sighed.

He won't believe what Ji Dabao said.

There are no self-service banks on Chick Island, which are open 24 hours a day, and you can deposit money whenever you want.

So Ji Dabao should be lying.

Lu Jiu felt that Ji Dabao should have hurriedly scraped together enough money and forgot to save money.

But the fact is that Ji Dabao doesn't know what the temper of the new landlord is, and it's not good if he gets angry because he pays the rent late, so he wants to apologize in person.

But Lu Jiu didn't care about these.

In the past few days, he has also noticed that Ah Qi's offal business is getting worse and worse.

It is estimated that the freshness of a group of customers has passed.

In this way, isn't this kid Ah Qi going to be an assassin?

Lu Jiu suddenly realized this problem.

Glancing at the chicken Dabao in front of him, Lu Jiu smiled: "Okay, I received the rent, if there is nothing to do, I will go back first." ”

After saying that, he turned his head and walked towards the door.

Seeing this, Ji Dabao breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Jiu didn't get angry because he was late in paying the rent, which means that he is not a difficult person to get along with.

However, Ji Dabao couldn't help but sigh when he thought that Ah Qi's offal business was getting worse and worse.

"Looks like I'm going to think about changing careers......"

Muttering, Ji Dabao turned his head and walked towards home.

He decided to go home and find out how he could make enough money.

……

Two more days passed.

Wu Liuqi's cattle cart stopped in front of the school gate of Ruozhi Primary School as always.

However, children carrying school bags come and go, but few stop in front of the cattle cart.

Ji Dabao stood next to the cattle offal cart and smoked cigars, while Wu Liuqi squatted next to Ji Dabao because he had no business.

"Dabao, our business has been getting worse and worse lately......"

Looking at the children coming and going, Wu Liuqi pestled his chin and said a little depressed.

Regarding the deterioration of his business, Wu Liuqi has also struggled.

For example, fancy scissors, fancy cutting offal or something.

But business is still not improving.

Hearing this, Ji Dabao didn't say anything and took a puff of his cigar.

Suddenly, an idea came to him.

Ji Dabao turned his head and looked at Wu Liuqi with a serious face: "Ah Qi, what do you say would happen if you were an assassin with strong martial arts?" ”

A martial arts assassin?

Wu Liuqi was stunned when he heard this.

Then he muttered to himself, "If I were an assassin with strong martial arts......"

As he spoke, a man and a chicken fell into a magnificent dream scene.

In the midst of the sinful city, an Assassin in a white hooded sweatshirt glanced at the photograph in his hand and tore it apart.

Then he jumped off the cliff, and like a falcon, he broke into the building where the target was located, and began to kill.

With swords and swords and blood splattering, the sweatshirt assassin simply killed his target and completed the task.

Coming to the employer, the employer nodded in satisfaction and threw out a box full of money.

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being the first assassin, and he completed the task so quickly, here is a hundred million! Take it! ”

However, the white-shirted assassin looks honest, but in fact he is an assassin who has no feelings.

Swish!

The knife in his hand flashed away, and the money box in front of him was cut in two with his employer.

"I'm sorry, someone came out of a higher level for me to kill you."

The assassin in the white sweatshirt withdrew his knife indifferently and said coldly.

Without hesitation, he turned and left.

On the way out, the white-clad assassin couldn't help but laugh......

"Hey, hey, hey...... Then developed! ”

One person and one chicken were intoxicated with wonderful fantasies and said in unison.

However, a little watermelon-headed kid walked up.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of offal!"

This voice shattered Wu Liuqi's fantasy in an instant, and finally had a business to come to the door, but he couldn't let it go!

"Okay, come right away!"

His figure flashed, and he instantly appeared next to the cattle cart.

"Do you want chili?"

"More beef lungs and less tripe!"

The little watermelon-headed kid has obviously eaten beef offal many times.

Wu Liuqi's eyes froze, and he snorted, holding the soup spoon in one hand and using scissors in the other.

Then after a few clicks, the silver-white knife flashed, and the offal was instantly cut into small pieces one after another and fell into the bowl.

Putting on the coriander, the corners of Wu Liuqi's mouth hooked a trace of arc, and controlled the rotating scissors in his hands.

If you've never seen this juggler, you'll probably be interested.

But the watermelon-headed kid has obviously seen it more than once.

He pouted: "Cut, make so many fancy things, it's not an ordinary bowl of offal......"

When Wu Liuqi heard this, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his master's demeanor suddenly couldn't be maintained.

At this time, the chicken next to him used the long-lost rocket hammer on the watermelon-headed little boy.

Bang –

"Oops!"

The little kid screamed in pain, lost his ability to fight, and the effect of the rocket hammer was outstanding.

"Let's go home and eat oxtail!"

Ji Dabao said angrily.

These little kids like the new and hate the old, it's really annoying!

"Ah Qi, stop selling offal."

After that, Ji Dabao made a beautiful backflip, jumped onto the cattle cart, and handsomely stretched out his finger to point ahead.

"Let's go to be Assassins!"

"High salary! Good welfare! Flexible working hours! There are also dividends and overseas travel at the end of the year! Where do you think you can find such a good job? ”

Ji Dabao said with a look of "if you don't go, you'll lose" and "this job is so good".

However, Wu Liuqi felt that this was a little familiar.

He walked up to Ji Dabao with scissors and said weakly: "You said the same thing when you sold offal before......

This sentence undoubtedly poked at Ji Dabao's heart.

That's exactly what he said when he used to sell offal.

Thinking of this, Ji Dabao's forehead sweated.

The eyeballs under the sunglasses rolled, Ji Dabao coughed, put his hands behind his back, turned his head, and said in a serious tone: "Don't you want to know your past......"

When Wu Liuqi heard this, he suddenly thought of what the uncle had said before.

Thinking of this, his eyes froze, did Dabao know some secrets?

"Could it be that my background has something to do with the Assassins?"

Wu Liuqi asked with a serious face.

At this moment, his mind had already made up 10,000 possible reasons for his own background.

However, Ji Dabao said: "Of course [no] plotted ......"

Wu Liuqi's face suddenly collapsed when he heard this.

"However, as long as we get enough money, I can take you to the country of Sturt, where science and technology are developed, and there is no disease that cannot be cured!"

"Cure your amnesia, and you'll be able to know your origins!"

Ji Dabao took a puff on his cigar and said.

"How much do you have to earn...... Wu Liuqi scratched his face and wondered.

Hearing this, Ji Dabao smiled, exhaled the second-hand smoke in his mouth, and threw the cigar into the sky.

"A million!"