"What the hell are you thinking?"

Huang Bo's accented official dialect made Zhang Chu's brain hurt.

What do you think?

Could it be that he told Huang Bo that he thought he had met an old acquaintance in this world, and reflexively threw that punch, who knew that the martial arts instructor would not be beaten, and he would still be a practitioner.

If you say that, Huang Bo's questions will definitely be one after another, and in the end, he will inevitably ask who is Lu Jianxing?

How to explain it?

Jinyiwei senior tried 100 households, a conscientious but bumpy unlucky bastard, and also had a donkey face with the same style as him.

"Again, I'm not going to have a treat tonight."

Huang Bo's face froze, and he closed his mouth obediently, he was not worried that Zhang Chu would not invite guests, but that if he really annoyed this kid, he would also be punched.

It's just, it's a pity!

Finally, someone was willing to keep his phone number, but he was mixed up by Zhang Chu's gang.

Deleted?

Reluctant!

"Xiao Zhang, just made some money, let's save it, just make up a bite at night."

Saving?

Hehe!

Zhang Chu smiled, there was no word for saving money in his life dictionary.

Although he was an official in his previous life, he was able to make a living licking blood with a knife after all, who knows which day he had bad luck and his life was confessed in the wilderness.

Therefore, although Zhang Chu lived to the age of establishment in his previous life, he never bought property, did not save money, spent it when he had money, and earned it when he didn't have money.

And his means of making money is to kill people, and whoever gives money, he kills for whomever he wants.

Since it is murder, you must be prepared to be killed.

When he really dies one day, who will be cheaper in the property under his name?

That half-brother?

Rather than cheap Ding Xiu, Zhang Chu would prefer to throw the money in the boudoir of the Qingqi people in Yixiang Pavilion, at least for a while.

Seeing that Zhang Chu didn't speak, Huang Bo also felt bored.

The two of them walked all the way forward, turning a street corner, and in front of them was the current residence of the two.

A basement of less than ten square meters.

When he opened the door, the smell in the house almost made Zhang Chu fall upside down, although he had lived in this ghost place for three days, he still couldn't get used to it.

In his previous life, he was an official, and he naturally had subordinates waiting on weekdays, responsible for sprinkling and washing the pulp, and he had ever lived in this pig's nest.

But people are poor and short-minded, in this world, even if Zhang Chu has good martial arts, he can't act recklessly.

And in a place with good conditions, he obviously can't afford to live.

There were only two beds in the room, and there was a suitcase and a bag thrown in the corner, all of which were Huang Bo's luggage.

As for Zhang Chu, all his belongings are on him.

"Xiao Zhang, I'm going to the KID bar test room in the evening, you ......"

Before Huang Bo could finish speaking, Zhang Chu had already collapsed on the bed, with a book covering his face, which was his "Actor's Self-cultivation".

Alas......

Huang Bo swallowed the rest of the words very wisely, took out the basin from under the bed, took off his shirt, put it on his shoulder, and then left the house.

As soon as Huang Bo went out, Zhang Chu threw aside the book covering his face, his expression full of irritability.

You have to find a way to make money.

Take money to kill?

Zhang Chu didn't think about it, but now is a peaceful and prosperous era, even if he has killing skills, who should he sell it to?

It doesn't work.

If you think about it carefully, you have no academic qualifications and no professional skills......

Homicide?

This can't be counted.

After thinking about it, Zhang Chu sadly found that even though he wanted to live this life in peace, he had no money in his pocket, so where did he come from.

As an actor?

The thought flashed through me.

Just now on the set, Huang Bo once said that the rabbit who played Emperor Chongzhen could get hundreds of thousands of yuan for one play, which is a good way to make money.

"What for?"

Huang Bo came back from washing and saw Zhang Chu sitting on the bed, holding his book "Actor's Self-cultivation" seriously, which was going to work hard.

"I've thought about it, I'm going to be an actor."

Belch?

What is this stimulating?

Huang Bo really wanted to tell Zhang Chu that if you want to be an actor, you can't just be good at kung fu and be handsome, or you have an academic degree, regardless of whether it is Chinese opera or Beiying, you must be from a famous and decent family, and those grass chicken universities that cheat money are not among them.

Either there is the support of nobles, relying on capital behind them, and a few dramas are smashed down, even if it is a lump of wood, it can be picked up.

But what does Zhang Chu have?

Degree? Resource? Network? Background?

As for what they did today, they were doing odd jobs, how can an extras be considered an actor, even if they are lucky and can go up, at most they are a special contract, and they can earn more than 100 yuan a day, which is basically the ceiling of group performances.

But that's still not an actor.

Therefore, Zhang Chu's efforts are completely in vain, with this spare time, it is better to consider finding a stable job in a factory, earning some money to go back to his hometown to build a house and marry a daughter-in-law.

Forget it, don't discourage young people.

I hit him mentally, if this kid is annoyed, he has to physically hit me, why bother.

"Xiao Zhang, you have to eat first if you work hard! What time is it, aren't we ......?"

Huang Bo was still thinking about the meal that Zhang Chu had promised.

If you can save it, save a meal, and you can stay up for one more day in the capital.

Hearing Huang Bo say this, Zhang Chu also felt hungry, these days there is no money in his pocket, so he can only follow Huang Bo to eat and drink, but Huang Bo is a picker, every day is either steamed bread and pickles, or dry bread, and Zhang Chu can fade out of his mouth when he eats it.

Eat meat, you have to eat meat today.

"Let's go!"

Snorr, purr.

Sixi meatballs, braised pork, sweet and sour fish, there is a porcelain basin with a shiny hoof, and the lettuce leaf underneath is the last stubbornness.

Four big meats, a box of beer, and two large bowls of rice, the two of them ate until they flew.

"You call this wine?"

Gu Dong Gu Dong drained a bottle of beer, Zhang Chu smacked his mouth, but he didn't feel the slightest taste.

After being a vegetarian for three days, I had money in my pocket, so I wanted a big fish and meat, and as a result, the beer was ruined.

In this year, there is no brothel in Qinglou for recreation, which has already made Zhang Chu very depressed, and he can't drink happily.

Slippery!

Huang Bo drank half a cup, feeling comfortable from his throat and eyes to his stomach.

"Why isn't this wine? Drinking beer and eating clams, this is how we Shandong people spend the summer. ”

As he spoke, he pricked a four-happiness ball with chopsticks.

I'm going to go to the bar test later, and they all say that they are hungry and singing, but Huang Bo can't care about it so much, his stomach is too vegetarian, and he just wants to take a few more mouthfuls of meat.

"Xiao Zhang, were you serious just now?"

On the way here, Zhang Chu said again that he wanted to be an actor, but this time, Huang Bo didn't take it as a joke.

"Nature."

Zhang Chu twisted a bottle of beer again, that's right, it was twisted, and the screw was on the table, but he didn't see it, as soon as he twisted his thumb, the bottle cap fell off, and then he reached out and stroked it, and the flat and neat small iron piece made Huang Bo's eyes straight.

What kind of kung fu is this?

"Xiao Zhang, if I tell the truth, you must not be anxious!"

"Say."

Zhang Chu never likes people who are unhappy, and a big man has to say something to say, what does it look like.

"Okay, I said, I didn't hit you, but if you want to be an actor, I'm afraid this thing will be ......"

Huang Bo felt that the two of them had drunk together, which could be regarded as one of the four irons in life, and the relationship was close, and some things should be said, just pay for this meal.

"How?"

"It's basically no fun."

Zhang Chu frowned when he heard this: "Why?" ”

Belch?

I'm really not used to this way of talking.

"There's nothing for it, tell me yourself, you want to be an actor...... That's right, you're handsome and can do kung fu, but do you know how to act? That's not counting today, that's not acting, we used to be moving props, do you know what props are? In the eyes of others, we are not individuals. ”

Huang Bo said while still carefully observing Zhang Chu's reaction, and seeing that he was not annoyed, he continued.

"Look at you, first, you have no academic qualifications, second, you don't have the support of nobles, and third, you have no background connections, do you want to be an actor? Who's going to use you? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Bo regretted it a little, although Zhang Chu had a bad temper, but after all, the two lived together in the capital, they had known each other for so long, and the relationship had always been good, he said this, it was really a bit ......

"Got it!"

Finished?

What does it mean to "get it"?

According to Huang Bo's thoughts, he ruthlessly analyzed the embarrassing situation he is facing now, and it is best to persuade Zhang Chu to honestly find a job, even if it is to go to the factory to be an assembly line worker!

Huang Bo can see that Zhang Chu is a big spender, and he accidentally earned 800 today and started to make a lot of money, but how many meals can that little money last?

When he runs out of money, he still has to eat and drink him, how long can he last with his little savings?

As a result, everything that should have been said was said, but Zhang Chu only replied: I know.

Never mind!

Huang Bo felt that he had done his best and was worthy of today's meal.

In the future, if Zhang Chu has no money, he is willing to help within his ability.

"Are you going back tomorrow?"

Huang Bo was thinking about it, and when he heard Zhang Chu ask, he couldn't react for a while.

"Where are you going?"

"Squat!"

Huang Bo's expression froze directly on his face, and he said so much together, he didn't care about it at all.

"Go!"

"Okay, remember to call me tomorrow."

Zhang Chu got up after speaking, the meat was almost eaten, and the wine was boring, so it was better to go back and sleep.

"What are you...... Went back. ”

Zhang Chu responded, and directly took out two hundred-yuan bills and threw them on the table: "I won't go with you." ”

Huang Bo watched Zhang Chu go out, looked at the two hundred yuan on the table, and quickly put away one, how can it be used so much, hairy boy, if he has two bad money in his hand, he will show it.

I'll keep this money for you!

"Boss, pack!"

Summer in the capital is hot during the day and stuffy at night.

Zhang Chu came out of the restaurant and walked all the way back to his residence, the lights in the corridor were broken, and it was dark, fortunately Zhang Chu's eyesight was good, and he also touched the keyhole vaguely, and was about to open the door when he heard someone shouting.

"Help!"

Woman?

Zhang Chu's face suddenly turned cold, and he was calm.

"Help!"

This time it was very real, and the sound came from next door.

In my memory, there was indeed a woman living next door, and I only saw it once, and she was better than the Qingqi of Yixiang Pavilion.

"Save ...... Hmmm......"