Chapter 73

It seems that this point of eating by face should be put aside for the time being.

Gu Zheng doesn't want to become a prostitute in this troubled world.

I don't know what the level of the original owner is. The skeleton of the half hanging opera has grown. Even the troupe in the lowest tea garden won't accept his hanging list.

What's more, the income from opera singing, ha ha, can only be honored as boss Gu if you find someone who is willing to hold his wronged head, take a stake in a tea garden with technology and get a dividend. Otherwise, it's no better than pulling a rickshaw.

Well, after thinking about it, the accumulation of primary wealth still needs to start with this old business.

Or is the wisdom of the people at the bottom the most realistic and wise? Gu Zheng chose the most promising career for him.

Well mixed, at least you can live a third-class people's life, enough food and clothing, right?

Some people here must have doubts. Shouldn't we give full play to our modern literary talent and take the road of literary copying?

Well, first of all, you should open an account in the bank, and then you should have a formal address for collecting royalties.

As a writer in this era who does nothing all day, his favorite thing to do is to explore other people's privacy.

If you write revolutionary poetry?

Every minute, the Japanese let you know what abnormal torture is.

What if you write about romance?

We don't know whether the mutual lightness among scholars will spray you into a dog.

But in such a life, when the original owner comes to receive the body, how can you let others come back?

Wenqu star came down to earth for training?

But pull it down.

Now there is only one way left. Go and pull a rickshaw. The original owner has only lit up this skill for the time being.

Gu Zheng, who has made up his mind, no longer hesitates. He puts down his broken hair and looks up at the hour. He will start work early tomorrow morning. Let's solve brother Shuijin's problem first.

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Cheba is not too weak among the 49 cities.

They are big and small, mostly affiliated with the black gangs in the site, and even many car bullies. They themselves are the origin of rickshaw drivers.

Because they were tough enough and brave enough, the group formed by holding together to fight at the beginning changed its taste in the later stage, and turned around to bully the original peers.

Coincidentally, Gu Zheng's car shop renting rickshaws is not large. Among the small car shops with only dozens of cars, only one Lei Shuijin car bully has existed since the initial establishment of the car shop.

Because the scale here is too small, those gangs who do big business don't care about the profit of one or two hundred copper dollars a month. The harvest, which is not even as good as mosquito legs, was picked up by thunder water gold, and those who yelled three or four put it away by themselves.

According to the rules of rickshaw companies, car rental companies will draw one-third to half of the rickshaw drivers' money as the cost of daily repair and maintenance of these vehicles.

These car bullies also collect 5 to 10 copper dollars from these drivers every month, which is called: to ensure the daily safety of brothers in the car shop.

If the protection fee is worth it, now Gu Zheng directly runs to the street and stabs a Japanese to run away. They can wipe it out. Gu Zheng will take out the money obediently and won't fart more.

But you don't even have the face to get people from the police station. When you rob business with other car companies, you haven't won once? You still want to take money from my Gu Zheng?

Spit! no way.

Gu Zheng, who went out early in the morning, didn't go to the living place he was assigned to report. Instead, he threw a small tube wrapped in oil paper on the car, wiped it black and went out of the door.

In the early morning of LC District, it was quiet and full of vitality. Those vendors carrying shoulder poles and pushing carts lined up from two gate buildings in the north and south.

The vendors who are lucky to live in the city have already set up their shops and started the first business of the new day.

The steaming big bowl of Wong, the fluffy fried dough sticks fried in the pricked oil pot and the oil tea brewed in the big teapot have awakened the greedy insects of the early risers with their own unique aroma without the cries of these stall owners.

"Here you are..."

With Beijing rhyme, Beijing accent and long nasal sound, people can't breathe for him. At the same time, they are lamenting that this is the taste.

Even Gu Zheng, who had something in his heart and hurried, was inevitably attracted by the lively scene on the only way to Lei Shuijin's home.

In the creaking and shaking kerosene lamp, he squatted under his rickshaw and sipped a bowl of fried noodles in circles.

"Boss, take away the six big fried dough sticks!" Gu Zheng licked the last mouthful at the edge of the bowl with his tongue, smashed his mouth and shouted at the stall owner.

"OK! Take six fried dough sticks."

A piece of yesterday's morning paper, with a thick package and a tie rope made of rough paper, twists and turns in a bundle. On Gu Zheng's wrist, who pulls up the rickshaw, there is more than one paper bag dangling with the aroma of fried food.

"Wow!"

The street seemed to be a little short, so Gu Zheng, who had just pulled out his feeling, arrived at his destination today without running a few steps.

The gate of the courtyard, which was still at the root of Nancheng but separated from the small courtyard in the poor's shack, was half closed at this time, and the voice of someone who got up early in the morning came out of it.

"Da Mao, look at my brother. He's going to shit. Call me!"

"I said, Shuijin, can you stop sleeping? It's time to go to work!"

The rough woman's voice was floating into Gu Zheng's ears outside the door.

"Dangdang..."

"Who!? the one came early in the morning. Shuijin went to answer the door!"

"What are you arguing about, bitch? Isn't it already here?" the swearing thunder water gold opened the door with a squeak.

"Hmm? Why you?"

Looking at the door, he smiled. His hair was more like Gu Zheng of a chicken nest than he is now. Lei Shuijin was stunned standing on his threshold: "how do you know where my family lives?"

Isn't this the boy who just came to the car store to rent a car yesterday? How did he find his home?

Alas? Yes, didn't I send shunzi out at noon yesterday to take his brothers to teach him the rules that must be observed when joining the car shop?

Can it be said that this boy is very good at business and came to please his leader on the first day of work?

"Brother Lei, haven't you had breakfast yet? I brought you some breakfast for brother Lei. I knew that brother Lei had such a large population. I should have bought more when I first came into the alley."

With Gu Zheng's opening and the appearance of the oil paper bag under Lei Shuijin's nose, boss Lei on the threshold felt that his guess had been confirmed.

He also highly praised Gu Zheng for his very noble behavior.

"You're a good boy. You have an eye. Let's go. What's the matter? Come in and say."

This let the big tail wolf in.