Chapter 13 The gods descend to earth with a hammer and four

In order not to cause contradictions, Song Che simply lived in Yunshuifang, anyway, there are still some plans that need to be conceived, and it is rare for a person to be pure.

The fabric in the Yunshuifang warehouse is precious, so there are people on duty every night, and Qin Ruo, as the shopkeeper, also settles in the shopkeeper.

Qin Ruo entered the Shen family at the age of eight, followed the embroidery girls to learn embroidery skills, has been fifteen years, her life is very monotonous, no lover, no family, all year round, Yunshuifang is all she has.

Night.

The bright moon in Jiangnan is always so bright, open the window, and you can see everything almost without lighting the light.

Song Che stood quietly in front of the window with a cigarette, this is the last spiritual food, perhaps, after smoking this one, he should completely accept the reality, forget his past identity, and live in the present with peace of mind.

Suzhou City is lit up with thousands of lights, sporadic crowds, scattered and comfortable.

The ruffians on the corner of the street reappeared, and they stared at Song Che behind the window from afar, and now it was completely certain that they must have a plan.

Song Che hates being watched, and these bedbugs must be pinched to death.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Uncle, what do you want...... The rice bowl is coming. ”

Qin Ruo's voice sounded outside the door.

Song Che snuffed out the cigarette butt, threw it out of the window, and answered: "Come in." ”

Qin Ruo pushed the door in with the food, looked at Song Che's back, put down the food and planned to leave.

"The piano shopkeeper." Song Che suddenly stopped her.

"What's the matter with my uncle?" Qin Ruo asked.

Song Che turned around, leaned his back against the windowsill, smiled at her and asked, "Do you think I really went to the Qinglou to mess with flowers?" ”

Qin Ruo was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Miss's talent, looking at the entire Suzhou City, she recognizes the first, no one dares to recognize the second, my uncle has such a good person, how can he look at the broken flowers and willows in the Qinglou?" ”

Song Che said: "But your young lady doesn't think so. ”

Qin Ruo said: "Miss, she is still young after all, not to mention that her husband has entered the Qinglou, even if she doesn't do anything out of line, it will be unbearable as a wife, uncle, you ...... I still have to find an appropriate time to apologize to the young lady. ”

What an intellectual woman!

Song Che sat back at the desk with a smile, picked up the chopsticks and asked while shaving rice: "By the way, the qin shopkeeper, is there still time on the first floor of the shop?" ”

Qin Ruo thought for a while: "There is an ear chamber on the right side, about four zhang square, which is usually used to pile up sundries. ”

Song Che said: "Tomorrow, you send someone to empty it, and I will set up another private room." ”

"What is a private room? What is it used for? Qin Ruo was curious.

"It's underwear specially designed for women, different from ordinary plackets, made of silk yarn, breathable, cool, bold and healthy," Song Che said, took out a private room from the bookcase, and handed it to Qin Ruo: "Qin shopkeeper, why don't you give it a try?" ”

Qin Ruo walked over and took over the private room, compared it to the moonlight, and blushed cheeks, "This...... It's also too ...... Too frivolous, right? ”

Song Che smiled: "Clothes are dead things, why talk about frivolity?" It's just that it varies from person to person. ”

"Uncle...... Are you sure there will be a market for this thing? Qin Ruo questioned.

Song Che asked: "Does the shopkeeper know which three kinds of people in this world make the best money?" ”

Qin Ruo pouted: "I don't think anyone's money is easy to make." ”

Song Che shook his head slightly, "It's the elderly, children, and women who make the best money." Women, in particular, are naturally sensual, impulsive, and have no resistance to beautiful things. I made this private room, just to capture the woman's emotional psychology, wearing it, will harvest a beauty, a health, a charm, just ask you women, why not? ”

Qin Ruo hugged his arms, "I really have some suspicions now, my uncle is going to the Qinglou to mess with flowers, and a man who follows the rules is not as suave as my uncle, and he is deeply rooted in the hearts of women." ”

That's not blowing, Song Che has been picking up girls since elementary school, and he has lived for twenty-five years, and he can be regarded as a friend of countless women and a proper woman.

"Go try it on and come back and tell me how it feels." Song Che urged with a smile.

Qin Ruo hugged her private room and struggled before leaving: "If I weren't the shopkeeper, I would never try this frivolous thing." ”

A quarter of an hour later.

Qin Ruo walked into the study with a red face and threw her underwear on the table: "This private room is very good, it can be a big seller, but I am not suitable for wearing it, and my uncle still takes it back." ”

Song Che squinted and smiled: "The size is small, it can be added." ”

Qin Ruo's face turned even redder, and she said resolutely: "I don't want it if it increases!" ”

Song Che pursed his lips, picked up his underwear, shone it in the moonlight, and spit out softly for a long time: "It's really strange, where did the water stains come from?" ”

"Ahh

Qin Ruo exclaimed, snatched it away, held the monkey's butt-like cheek, and squirmed and escaped from the study.

"The shopkeeper remembers, private items are no better than clothes, once you try them on, you are not allowed to return them!"

Song Che lowered his head and laughed, the more intellectual a woman is, the more cute she is.

Gradually.

The moon is in the middle of the sky.

In the middle of the night, Song Che combined the photos he took to design three underwear suitable for contemporary women, all of which are cut out tomorrow and can be officially launched for pre-sale;

He put down his brush, stretched his waist widely, got up and walked to the window, and just as he wanted to breathe, he found three or five people still squatting on the corner of the street.

This group of ruffians really has perseverance.

Song Che snorted lightly, closed the window and the moonlight, took out the electric baton in the drawer and wrapped it in his sleeve, picked up a pot of tea and walked out of Yunshuifang.

It was deserted, in the middle of the night in Suzhou City, sporadic lights continued, three or two pedestrians.

When Song Che passed by the street corner, several ruffians shrank into the alley, and only after Song Che walked a distance did he set off to follow.

Song Che raised his head to drink tea, glanced at the sneaky people behind him with the corner of his eye, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, sneered, and turned into a dark alley.

A few ruffians sped up to catch up. When they got to the mouth of the alley, they were stranded, and one of them said, "This is a dead end, and the kid didn't run away." ”

"I'm squatting on him today!"

A few people rolled up their sleeves and followed into the alley.

Song Che suddenly stopped, turned around, the light refracted by the moonlight was as bright as a beast's pupils, and he stared coldly at the ruffians: "I have no grudge against you, why do you always hold on to me?" ”

"No grudges? Hum! Yesterday you let the dog bite me, and I haven't settled accounts with you yet! A bearded ruffian stepped forward and showed his face, it was none other than the old man who slandered people yesterday.

Another ruffian stepped forward and said: "Song Gongzi, it's not that we have a grudge against you, it's that someone spends money to find you unhappy, if you know each other, hold your head and let us beat you, forget it, if you dare to resist, then we won't be serious." ”

Song Che sneered, "In these years, do you still preach morality before fighting?" Just a few of you crooked melons and cracked dates, you still want to teach me a lesson? He slammed the teapot to the ground, "Smack! The porcelain pieces splashed everywhere, and the tea was scattered: "Let's try it!" ”

"I don't know what to do, give it to me!"

The four ruffians rushed forward with sticks in their hands, shouting and rushing in unison.

Song Che took two steps back, stared at the ruffian, and when they stepped on the puddle of tea on the ground, the electric baton in his sleeve quickly shot out and inserted it into the puddle, "Zizi ......Zizi" million volts of ultra-high voltage was instantly released through the water flow, and the electric ruffians danced!

In the blink of an eye, the four of them spread to the ground, as if they were going crazy, and kept twitching and chanting: "This kid ...... Witchcraft! ”

Song Che picked up the wooden stick and knocked the other three unconscious, leaving only the old man who was slanderous yesterday, punched and kicked, and cleaned up!

"Don't ...... Stop fighting, my grandfather! You're going to beat me to death! The old man cried out for mercy.

Song Che put away his fists and feet, grabbed Lao Lai's collar and asked, "Say!" Did that bastard Chen Rencai call you here? ”

Lao Lai shook his head: "No, it's what Hong Ye ordered......"

Song Che raised his eyebrows: "Bet on the holy nemesis Hong Ye?" ”

Lao Lai was stunned for a moment, and shook his head again: "It's not the gambling saint nemesis, it's Hong Biao, the owner of the 'Datong Gambling House' in the south of the city!" ”

In ancient times, those who could open gambling houses in the city had more or less Jianghu background.

Seeing that Song Che was silent, Lao Lai hurriedly said: "We are just idlers in the city, fighting and making trouble, and we can't make a few big sons, Song Gongzi, please spare me, I don't dare anymore!" ”

"From now on, if you dare to wander around the neighborhood again, I will beat you once I see you!"

"Yes, yes, yes—"

"Smack!"

A dull stick knocked him unconscious, and he walked away.