Chapter Thirty-Eight: Tinkers, Locksmiths, Rookies, and Otaku (Part II)

The bicycle stopped suddenly, and Yan Fei turned around and rode in front of the man waving the pamphlet.

His complexion was a little unkind.

"What did you say?"

"I..." The man still wanted to sell a wave of anorectal hospitals, but I don't know why, but when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't say it. Looking at Yan Fei, who was not good-looking, a chill rushed up from the tail vertebrae, he opened his mouth, and forced himself to smile and said, "Brother, it's good to read?" It's money-free, informative, and fun-filling! ”

"And ah, there are beautiful girls in there." The man blinked, teleporting the underlying meaning you knew.

The man stepped forward, shoved the pamphlet into Yan Fei's hand, and then turned around and slipped away.

"The story I had to tell with the young woman?" Yan Fei looked at the cover, it was a young and beautiful woman, wearing a sundress, revealing a large area of snow-white skin.

Look further down.

What did you hurt me that night, stay away from that man and other headline content is lined up left and right. At first glance, it really arouses people's curiosity and thinks that there is really a good story in it.

After all, the love between men and women has always been an important place for gossip.

"Hey, what about people?" When Yan Fei raised his head, the man before had already run away without a trace, which surprised him a little.

Yan Fei also wanted to ask him if he had a job and how much money he could make by distributing this kind of booklet a day. If the benefits are considerable, Yan Fei naturally doesn't care about doing it casually, and the stomach of the protest can't make him choose too much.

Shaking his head, Yan Fei was about to throw the booklet in his hand into the trash.

Halfway through his hand retracted, he put the booklet back in the crate at the front of the bike.

It's not that Yan Fei wants to know what story the man who hurt the young woman that night has to say, but people have three urgency, and paper also needs money, what if there is a need in that regard?

Will you be self-sufficient with your hands then?

"Alas..."Yan Fei sighed and continued to wander the streets on his bicycle.

He found that he had been in a bad year recently, especially before, and it had declined to the extreme, and it was not an exaggeration to describe it as a horse's stumbling hoof.

Who is that family in the small village, and there is even a fairy figure who beat himself down.

The problem is that this guy doesn't have a bit of a master's demeanor, and he may still be refining copper!

Thinking of yesterday's cute, Xiao Zhengtai, who made people want to rush forward to pinch his little face, Yan Fei's face instantly became gloomy.

No, he can't just leave, not only to get back to the field, but also to save the little Zhengtai from fire and water.

Strangely, though, the police don't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.

Yan Fei on the bicycle pondered, and in the end he couldn't come up with a reason, so he could only attribute it to that guy hiding too deeply!

"Goo, goo..."

The untimely voice appeared again, Yan Fei was a little embarrassed, he really thought too much.

The important goal at this stage is to fill your stomach!

It's just that after walking around the town, Yan Fei didn't find any temporary work, let alone the one that provided lunch.

Oh no, noon is here, and even if he finds a temporary job providing lunch at this time, he won't be able to eat.

Yan Fei's eyes were fixed on a fast-food restaurant on the street.

Otherwise... Overlord meal walking?

This thought came to Yan Fei's mind.

With his body, his stomach is now hungry, which is enough to eat and wipe clean in a very short time, and spill it out. I'm afraid that the store can't even see the back of Xiaobawang.

Can... It's not easy.

Everyone makes money with their craft, and as a craftsman, Yan Fei knows the sadness of this.

He sighed again.

The stomach sighed again.

"Goo, goo..."

Or do you want to get back to your old business?

New ideas have emerged.

Yan Fei shook his head again.

Pickpockets and whatever, he hasn't done for a long time, and he doesn't bother to do it.

In fact, if it weren't for being an orphan and being raised by that old man, maybe he would have a different life now.

He hated the old man more than he had much respect.

Going to be a pickpocket again is easy to remind him of the days when he was forced to pick up in crowded places, couldn't eat without harvest, and had to be beaten.

This doesn't work, that doesn't work, Yan Fei can only reluctantly leave the street where the fast food restaurant is located and continue to ride forward.

"Bang, bang, bang."

"Bang, bang, bang..."

When passing through a remote section, Yan Fei heard the sound of banging on the iron door.

It was a small two-story building, and the building was already a little old, and the bricks were partially peeling off, revealing the traces left by time on it.

At the door was an anxious old man, constantly banging on the iron door.

As he slammed, the iron door vibrated again and again, making a screeching sound.

"Old man Wang, what are you doing?" A family on the side of the street opened the door and asked loudly.

"Tell my wife to open the door!" The old man replied with a full heart, and after speaking, he turned around and continued to bang on the iron door.

"Bang, bang, bang."

"Can't you be quiet?" Neighbors are dissatisfied.

"No! When the old man entered the door, there was naturally no sound, you wait! The old man did not back down.

"Old man Wang, stop shooting, I just saw my aunt go out too, saying that I was looking for you." Another neighbor appeared.

"Auntie said, aunt said..."The neighbor thought about it carefully, clapped his hands for the last time, and then finished speaking, "Auntie said that the family lost the key and went to you to get the key." ”

"What!" The old man's eyes widened when he heard this, and he stopped banging on the iron door, "What's that?" ”

"Lost your key? Why is the door closed when I lose the key, and I don't have the key with me, this damn old woman. The old man scolded.

"Come on, old man Wang, go and call the locksmith to open the door, and if you really lose the key, you will have a few more at that time." The neighbor persuaded.

"Well, that's all it can be." The old man sighed, put his hands behind his back, and was about to call a locksmith to pick the lock.

Cold, a bicycle stopped in front of him.

"Hey, uncle, do you want to pick the lock? Cheap lockpicking! ”

The old man looked up and saw a man who had been in a state of flux, smiling at him, revealing two rows of white teeth on the top and bottom of his mouth.

"Are you okay?" The old man's face was full of suspicion and vigilance.

"You're not going to go into the old man's house and steal something, are you?"

The neighbor next to him, who was about to enter the house without knocking on the door, stopped, put his hand in his pocket, and took out his mobile phone.

With a warning in his eyes, it seems that he is about to call the people's police at any time.

"How can it? Uncle, I'm really a locksmith, no, the work is done, I see you anxious on the way back, and I'll help you. Yan Fei smiled unabatedly and patiently explained.

It seemed to be infected by the harmless smile of the man and beast, the old man nodded hesitantly, anyway, there are neighbors next to him, and thieves will not be so rampant in broad daylight.

The old man asked again, "Are you okay?" ”

"Of course, it's an ancestral craft!" Yan Fei's smile became even brighter when he heard this.

"Really cheap?"

"Cheap of course! Preferential treatment for you! ”

On the second floor of the room, the body of the man who hunched his back to pay attention to the movement outside slowly relaxed.

Half of the house had been rummaged through by him.

There is not much to gain, which is why the man chose to stay here and did not run away.

He was half frightened when he heard the knock on the door before, but fortunately he just banged on the door, and there was no sound of the door opening.

He bent down and continued to rummage through the room quickly, trying to find more belongings.