With the funds in hand, it's time for the photo studio to be arranged.

In the afternoon, Zhao Zhuo found Zhang Yun first and made an appointment with her to plan a photo studio together tomorrow.

Then, Zhao Zhuo came to Zhang Hao's billiard hall again.

"Brother Zhuo!"

When Zhang Hao saw Zhao Zhuo, he quickly put down the billiard cue in his hand and said hello.

Zhao Zhuo didn't talk nonsense, and directly took out a thousand yuan.

"Your earnings."

Zhao Zhuo said lightly.

Looking at the thick pile of money in his hand, Zhang Hao was suddenly startled.

"Damn, that's it!"

Suddenly, Zhang Hao's eyes when he looked at Zhao Zhuo changed, he was simply looking at the God of Wealth.

"Take it, you deserve it."

Although Zhang Hao is a gangster and a little forgetful, it is undeniable that he provided a lot of help to Zhao Zhuo to get the first pot of gold.

Coupled with helping to deal with the gangster incident of molesting Zhang Yun, Zhao Zhuo was not stingy and directly took out a thousand yuan.

Although that pile of underwear was not sold at all.

"Alright, bring me the camera."

"Okay, okay."

Zhang Hao hurriedly went to the counter to get the camera.

"Brother Zhuo, let me tell you, this thing was placed here with me, but I didn't dare to move it, for fear of breaking it."

Zhang Hao said as if inviting credit.

After a pause, as if remembering something, Zhang Hao continued:

"By the way, I taught that yellow hair a hard lesson, and now I'm lying in the hospital."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo frowned:

"Nothing serious, right?"

"No, no, your brother and I have a lot of hands on this, that is, I broke his two ribs and made him suffer for a long time for a long time."

Zhang Hao hurriedly explained.

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo was a little relieved.

After all, if he really beats someone out of something, he's also in trouble.

Then, Zhang Hao said with a sneer:

"Brother Zhuo, do you have any money-making business, and bring your brother with you?"

"You can't help me with what I'm going to do next. Wait, I'll call you again when I need you. ”

Zhao Zhuo replied bluntly.

Zhang Hao is a little gangster, in the final analysis, Zhao Zhuo doesn't want to have anything to do with him.

……

After coming out of Zhang Hao's billiard hall, Zhao Zhuo leisurely strolled around the street.

Reborn to the present, patronizing the primitive accumulation of capital, Zhao Zhuo has not carefully observed the era in which he lives.

Just at the end of the day, looking at the dense bicycles on the street, Zhao Zhuo bought a sugar gourd with interest.

After walking for a while, I happened to stroll near the photo studio.

There was a queue at the door of the photo studio, and Xiao Li, the clerk who had clashed with Zhao Zhuo before, was shouting at the door:

"Hey, hey, I've lined up for me, otherwise I'll quit and reline!"

Seeing this, Zhao Zhuo frowned.

On the one hand, the long queue at the door proves that the demand for photo studios in this city is far from saturated, and it is a dark blue market. It is estimated that the same is true in other cities in Mukden.

On the other hand, Zhao Zhuo looked at the clerk Xiao Li with disgust, and sure enough, the people he hated were very annoying at all times.

And at this moment, the clerk Xiao Li also happened to see Zhao Zhuo, and immediately couldn't help but sneer:

"Hmph, poor people will always be poor, don't look at a camera in your hand, you may not even be able to afford film. Maybe I've never taken a picture in my life. ”

These words are naturally nakedly aimed at Zhao Zhuo.

It's just that I don't know what her expression would be if she learned that Zhao Zhuo had tens of thousands of yuan in cash in her hand at this time.

And Zhao Zhuo smiled coldly when he heard such a provocation.

When he walked past the clerk Xiao Li, Zhao Zhuo lightly threw down a sentence:

"Short-sighted people are always short-sighted."

Hearing Zhao Zhuo's irony, the clerk Xiao Li suddenly smoked from his head in anger.

"I'm going to see how you can make our store so we can't eat and walk around!"

Xiao Li has not forgotten what Zhao Zhuo said.

Although, she doesn't believe it.

And Zhao Zhuo naturally didn't need to be familiar with this kind of villain, so he walked straight over as if he hadn't heard of it.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Xiao Li suddenly became even more angry.

……

When I got home, it was already time to eat, and Zhao's mother was cooking.

"Mom, I'm back."

Zhao Zhuo said to Zhao's mother, who was busy in the kitchen.

Hearing this, Mother Zhao didn't raise her head, but just smiled slightly:

"Go wash your hands, we'll be eating in a moment."

Zhao's mother was worried that Zhao Zhuo was still disappointed because of the failure of his previous business, so she didn't ask where Zhao Zhuo had gone.

"Eh, Mom, where's my dad?"

Zhao Zhuo put down his clothes, didn't find Zhao's father's figure, and couldn't help but ask with some doubts.

Hearing this, Zhao's mother replied:

"Hey, your dad didn't want to make more money, so he got a job repairing bicycles. Every day after work, I go to a stall to repair my bicycle and earn a little more. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and then tears couldn't help but welled up in his eyes.

He knew that Zhao's father and Zhao's mother were very frugal people, and their usual wages were enough.

And now, Zhao's father is repairing the bicycle again, naturally for the sake of his son.

In an instant, the little estrangement that originally existed in Zhao Zhuo's heart suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"My dad... When did you get your bike fixed? How did I not know? ”

Zhao Zhuo asked as calmly as he could.

"Hey, it's the day after you go out.

He doesn't think that you are too young to marry a daughter-in-law soon, and you need to save some more money in your hands..."

Mother Zhao calculated.

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo's heart was moved.

He is not a person who is good at expressing his emotions, so when he heard this, Zhao Zhuo pretended to say casually:

"Don't worry, Mom, I have money in my hands."

After a pause, without waiting for Zhao's mother to say anything, Zhao Zhuo said:

"I'm going to see my dad."

After speaking, Zhao Zhuo went out.

On the side of the road not far from the door, you can see the stall set up by Zhao's father in the distance.

At this time, Zhao's father was seriously repairing a bicycle.

Zhao Zhuo walked in that direction.

Suddenly, I saw a young man pointing at Zhao's father and saying something, and then pushed it even more.

Zhao's father was pushed to the ground all at once.

Zhao Zhuo was suddenly furious and ran towards the car repair stall.

When I got closer, I could already faintly hear the sound of talking.

"You old immortal, you actually scratched Lao Tzu's manganese steel bicycle with such a long mark!

If you don't come up with a hundred yuan today, I won't let you eat and walk around! ”

The young man said viciously at Father Zhao.

"I didn't pay attention to this, I think I'll make it up for you again, it won't cost so much money."

This was the voice of Zhao's father pleading.

"Do you have to make up for it? What should I do if I have to fill in the marks again? ”

The young man was unforgiving, and continued to speak uncleanly.

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Zhuo just arrived.

Zhao Zhuo, who was furious, didn't speak at all, and kicked the young man on the waist.