Chapter 64

Gu Zheng, who pushed out of the door, naturally had no time to clean up the laughing and forgetting book in a short time. At this time, with a smile, he signed a joint agency contract with these more than 20 people in the courtyard in the early spring of the evening.

As for whether the contract has legal effect and whether their setting is in line with the rules, no one cares. As long as the result in mind can be achieved, is that good.

The contract is made in duplicate. The one belonging to the merchants is naturally kept in the hands of pork Rong. After giving away these big customers who can provide Gu Zheng with an income of about 3000 yuan a month, he began to implement this list.

As for laughing and forgetting books, let's talk about life and ideals with him before he goes to bed.

Gu Zheng, who has made a plan, puts the contract on the shelf and goes straight to the stronghold where he and brother yangun mentioned by pork Rong are located.

Now it's dark, and it's time for the gang of smokers to start playing.

Don't get me wrong. Although the code name of cigarette gun sounds very fierce, it is a name that ordinary people dare to buckle on themselves.

But the old people who live in the village in the city know the details of the group of smokers very well.

They are not ordinary tumors of gangsters entrenched in this society ruled by law at all. Instead, they come together because of their common hobbies. In terms of high-end and high-grade, what is it?

By the way, the club? Friends meeting?

In short, it's a very harmless folk group for self entertainment. Ah, no, it's an organization.

Their stronghold is really close to Gu Zheng's home. It's in the middle of the village in the city. When they use asbestos tiles to build between the two rooms, they can make a stove. It's the largest mixed courtyard.

Here, in the living network like a spider's web, it's almost unknown to mention the residence of a cigarette gun.

First of all, the yard where the smoker himself lives is the only two entry standard quadrangle in the village in the city.

One door, one face, four sides, in these strange corners and corners, after refitting, it is only 30 or 40 square meters. Against the background of the courtyard, it looks atmospheric and high-grade for no reason.

Secondly, the housing pattern around the single family quadrangle, if there is a overlooking place, look down, you will find that they are closely around the edge of the smoke gun quadrangle and arranged in an orderly circle.

Yes, the original real estate in this circle belongs to the black sheep of the cigarette gun family, but because of his unique hobby, he divided and sold the huge real estate inherited from his ancestors one by one.

Finally, the simplest way to distinguish his courtyard is to shout three and four, drink, stroke, and even louder cheers from the dark.

As long as you follow the sound, you will surely see that the stone pier at the door is still there. The lion has long disappeared. There is a door with a sill and a copper ring with red paint.

No, Gu Zheng was familiar with the road. In front of the gate with basically no street lighting, he knocked on the bustling heavy gate belonging to the smoker family.

"Dangdang"

The sound of the collision between the copper ring and the gate has a very ancient flavor.

Although there was a lot of noise in the yard, it was enough for the people inside to answer Gu Zheng's door.

'squeak. '

A puzzled man opened the door to Gu Zheng. After seeing the people outside, a trace of surprise appeared on his face.

"Oh, Hello, Gu Zheng? Boss Gu, rare guests, you haven't brought our people here for years. Why are you free to come to us today?"

"Hey, look at this. I'm so excited to see big traders that I forgot my business. Please come in first. Let's talk about it."

"I'm not the owner of this family. Brother yangun is still busy inside. You can talk to the Lord about something. In other words, if boss Gu has business and can take care of his younger brother, I'll line up here first!"

It was Huang Xiaomao, named Huang Haipeng, who lived near the smoker's house, who opened the door for Gu Zheng. He was specially responsible for selling dogs under the smoker's hand. People here joked that he was a yellow hair.

Gu Zheng, who was invited in, took a swipe at the corners of his mouth. What business am I looking for to take care of you?

Buy your little dog? Dyed yellow to sell yellow hair?

I'd better talk to your boss directly.

Gu Zheng, who was admitted to Zhengli, was the first time to come to this place at night.

Originally, he had heard the rumors of this fellowship. He didn't like Gu Zheng, who was nosy. If he didn't get close to his business, it was just a ear.

After entering the courtyard, Gu Zheng found that the smoke gun association had developed into a very large scale.

There were at least four groups of people in the outer yard. When he entered the inner yard of the cigarette gun, he found that it was even more wonderful.

At this time, the gate of the hall in the inner courtyard was opened, which decorated the original hall for guests in the courtyard with the courtyard.

A crowd of people surrounded the inner three floors and the outer three floors. The lively scene of shouting made Gu Zheng think he had entered the outer field of the temple fair for the new year.

"Go! Go!"

"Bite it, general Hua, don't advise!"

"Wow, hahaha, what general Hua, general Bai, in front of my coffin, there is only meat!"

Look at the name. It's really frustrating.

But don't say, with the explosion of greater cheers, when people on the inner and outer floors gave praise to the coffin board, Gu Zheng on the periphery knew that it must be this frustrated name that won the final victory.

He was also in a good time, just in time for this group of friends to decide the outcome.

When Huang Mao squeezed into the crowd and whispered to the cigarette gun, he always sat in the middle of the crowd. He was also the cigarette gun of the owner of the coffin board. Taking advantage of the enthusiasm he had just won, he waved his big hand and asked the big guy to play something else first. The field here had a rest for half a minute.

If we catch up with the fierce fighting midfield, even if the heavenly king Lao Tzu comes, we don't have time to talk to him.

Seeing that there was no game, the hula people in the yard scattered faster than anyone else, and went straight to the outer yard to find other fun.

It was not until this time that Gu Zheng saw clearly what the crowd was surrounded by.

Good guy, a big circle of decent low fence, a big circle, in which a crown is drooping and covered with blood. The chicken fighting with reed flowers is wilting and drooping. It is painfully examined by its owner.

As for the winner among them, the black and shiny "coffin board" is not a big problem except that a few hairs have fallen off its neck. The main toe is held in the arms of its owner and looks down at the defeated generals in the circle.