"Extra! Extra! The HSBC building suffered a catastrophe and a large number of silver dollars were lost! ”

"Extra! Extra! The vault of Zhengjin Bank was robbed and the gold was looted! ”

"Extra! Extra! ABN AMRO ......"

"Extra! Extra ......"

……

On the streets of Shanghai, newspaper boys are running in the streets and alleys, shouting about the major events of the past few days in a transparent voice.

Isn't that a big deal?

The banks on the beach, especially those opened by foreigners and little devils, have been looted!

I don't know which righteous man did it, but it made a group of homeless beggars who were patriotic but powerless to sit in vain happy.

"I'll go! When the bad guy is like this, it's amazing! ”

In front of Paramount, in a beggar's nest, two vicissitudes of life, a fat and a thin person, read a discarded newspaper there.

The thin man also recognized the words, and when he watched the bank being robbed, he shouted and was fascinated.

"Ah Xing." Fat Boy Cong scratched his head, "I can't read." ”

"Really, tell you to read more books on a regular basis, and when you are a bad person, you also have to be educated, don't you? Don't be like these beggars in the back, who don't know anything, and are here for nothing to be trampled on, and who is rewarded with a piece of stinky meat. ”

Ah Xing hit Fat Tsai Cong with a knife and taught "painstakingly".

A golden-silk man in a suit walked into Paramount and casually threw half of his unsmoked cigarette on the ground right in front of him.

Ah Xing picked it up directly, put it in his mouth, and smacked.

"Look at what, look!" He yelled at the ragged beggars behind him, "A bunch of rotten beggars! ”

"Rotten beggar? I think it's all talent. ”

At this time, a voice came into Ah Xing's ears.

"What ......"

Ah Xing raised his head, only to feel that the sunlight had disappeared, and looked at the tall figure and was dumbfounded.

It was a young man who wore a common Taoist robe in Taoist temples when he was a child, but he was pure white, extremely tall, afraid that he would have to be about two meters, and a pair of star-like eyes seemed to have a god dwelling, so that he did not dare to act rashly and say those swear words on weekdays.

Wen Hong looked down at this sloppy vicissitudes of life, similar to the young version of a certain week's character, and knew that he had met the protagonist of "Kung Fu".

"No wonder it's a natural genius, this is a congenital ......"

With the spirit of psychic, he looked inside Ah Xing's body, and saw that his eight meridians, twelve canons, and even the thousands of meridians around his body were extremely broad, which was ten times that of ordinary people!

Especially the congenital Yiqi.

The most special thing about this person is that he is born with a full range of preparations, and does not increase or decrease.

It can't be said that it is absolutely not increasing or decreasing, but it is slower than the dissipation of others, others will consume eight baht a year, and Ah Xing will dissipate about half a baht a year.

In other words, if this person does not encounter any major accidents, I am afraid that he can live for a thousand years!

It's simply an immortal existence.

Immortal......

"That's not right." Wen Hong seemed to think of something, "This genius, maybe it's a little strange?" Compared with Feng Baobao, what a difference. ”

He thought of Feng Baobao.

That is also a suspected immortal, with extremely deep and broad energy, and there are some similarities with Ah Xing, this kid.

It's just that if Wen Hong is not mistaken, Ah Xing's Rendu second vein has two passes, each of which is blocked by a cloud of acquired turbidity, and it is difficult to feel the innate Qi in the body, and it is even more difficult to penetrate the whole body, and he can't exert his ability.

"Interesting."

Wen Hong smiled and casually threw a handful of silver dollars on the ground.

Jingle Bell!

The sound of the silver dollar falling to the ground was crisp and miscellaneous, it was the sound of a whole silver dollar being torn open and spilled on the ground, as if a necklace had been torn off.

The men in the beggar's den in front of them had their ears pricked up, their eyes glowing green like wolves, staring at the silver dollars rolling on the ground.

It's not just them.

In front of the Paramount Gate, the eyes of the elites in leather shoes moved to Wen Hong.

Generous!

Spend as much as a fool!

Whose fool is this? Have money at home and burn in a panic?

I used to hear about the stupid son of the landlord's family throwing money, and I thought it was a story, but now I have seen it true.

"Pick it up."

Wen Hongde's voice reached the ears of all beggars, like a fairy music in heaven.

"Not enough?"

Whoa—

One by one, he took out strips of silver dollars from his bag like dust, tore the wrapped paper, and the silver dollars fell to the ground, crisp and beautiful.

Boom –

Someone swallowed saliva, but he was not a beggar, but a child who seemed to be upper-class, but was actually a middle-class child.

How long had it been since he had seen so many silver dollars?

"Pick it up."

Wen Hong spoke again, and the scene suddenly got out of control.

Suddenly the beggars came like mad wolves, and with their mouths and hands, they picked up the silver dollars on the ground.

Then, punch and kick your own kind.

Blood splattered!

For the sake of a silver dollar, the love of going to the newspaper group to warm up is gone.

Nothing is more real and valuable than a shining silver dollar, and affection has no place in the face of money.

Obviously he used to be a subordinate of the state of etiquette, but now he is like an uncivilized barbarian, the so-called etiquette, righteousness and shame have long been abandoned, and it is difficult to turn back from the color of money in the dye vat of Shanghai.

They're already ghosts.

But ghosts are not incapable of turning back into humans.

"Oops!"

Ah Xing covered his head, not knowing who gave him a brick, and blood was left on his forehead.

But he didn't care, but clutched one hand at it, and among them were a few silver dollars, which he had just picked up from the ground.

Fat Boy Cong curled up in a ball, holding more than a dozen in his arms, hard against other people's fists and feet, not relaxing his body.

Just a few, or a dozen.

Of course, having said that, the purchasing power of the silver dollar is still good.

For these beggars, even a few pieces are enough to completely change their lives.

As long as......

Don't be taken away by others.

"That's enough."

A soft shout was like ringing a bell in everyone's ears, deafening.

The struggle for life and death, which was already on the verge of death, suddenly stopped.

Wen Hong glanced at it, everyone had some silver dollars in their hands to a greater or lesser extent, and there were many on the ground, but it didn't matter.

He said, "The dollars are yours, and now you are mine." ”

"What do you mean!"

A middle-aged man with three points of anger on his face, who had just wasted the hands of the two of them with a heavy hand, shouted.

"Lao Tzu is happy to be a beggar, who wants to be your slave?"

Bang!

With one palm, Wen Hong knocked the person to the wall, like a painting hanging on it.

He didn't care about the screams around him, and smiled: "These silver dollars are not so easy to take. From the moment you pick it up, even if you put it on the ground now, it's useless, and my life has already been bought by me.

I want you to live, so that you can live.

I want you to die, but you will never live. ”