Chapter 25

From the villa area, Zhou Ze did not rush to take a taxi, but planned to walk alone on the road at night.

Wang Ke said that his problem is not big. He only needs to cut off Xu Le's previous network. Of course, now it's equivalent to cutting off.

Like Dr. Lin, I don't think Dr. Lin will take care of me in the near future. As for my father-in-law and mother-in-law's house, I won't go back for a few days.

The only difficulty may be my own bookstore. After all, the money for opening a bookstore is given by my father-in-law.

Let's do it first. In this period of time, I also need to calm down.

There is an overpass in front of him. Zhou Ze goes up, sits down on the first step, takes out his mobile phone, and turns it over at will.

Unfortunately, Zhou zedian launched the live broadcast software. Xu Le paid attention to many games and the anchorman in the beauty area before his death, but Zhou Ze was not very interested in them. Pull down, Zhou Ze saw that the old anchorman he saw last time still did not start broadcasting.

It's been a long time. I guess it's really over.

It seems that the anchor industry is very easy to make money by sitting at home, but there is also a lot of pressure. Let alone one or two months of no broadcasting, even a few days of no broadcasting may become a thing of the past.

However, at this time, Zhou Ze found that there was an unread message in his account. When he clicked on it, he found that it was Lao Dao who was chatting with him privately, which was sent the day before yesterday.

"I have come to Tongcheng, dear. Come out and get together?"

There is also an old road telephone attached below.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. Besides the message, Lao Dao had many little expressions of love. Then Zhou Ze turned over the information of Xu Le's account.

Female number,

and the address is Tongcheng.

Xu Le should have tried to have a live broadcast before, so he has his own live studio, but his popularity is bleak.

Zhou Ze finally figured out where this strange feeling came from. The old news clearly means "shit powder". Because some things came to Tongcheng, he found his fans in Tongcheng, spread the net widely, and made a profit.

Zhou Ze is not interested in the Taoist priest. He is interested in the young man who once had difficulty drinking porridge in the Taoist video.

However, Zhou Ze still replied to a message, which was his number.

Standing up, stretching, Zhou Ze is ready to leave. He misses his freezer a little.

However, the mobile phone rings at this time.

Pick up the phone and the caller ID is Chengdu's number.

Zhou Ze answers the phone.

"Hello, benefactor, where are you!"

Lao Dao's voice is very loud. It's like shouting at a mobile phone speaker. There seems to be a train around him.

"Where are you?" Zhou Ze asked.

is that old man very idle? He is not a lot of fans. How can he go back to his information so fast?

Is the brand of female fans really attractive?

"Eh..." Lao Dao was shocked and silent for a while. Unexpectedly, the fans he was going to invite were male!

A big, cute, cute girl!

Sad,

lost,

gloomy!

But the Taoist priest immediately changed his tone and cried out in a hoarse voice:

"brother, I'm hungry, please give me three or five bottles of stuttering!"

………………

In the past, Zhou Ze found the old road under a railway bridge. The old road was dressed in a dirty robe, his hair was scattered, his face was slightly bruised, and he had a vivid refugee image. He was lying on the plastic plate below.

There is a "Longtan home-made dish" on the street nearby. Zhou Ze ordered two bowls of noodles for him, and then fried a plate of kung pao chicken and a plate of small fish. The old way is to eat well.

"Brother, you mean it!" Lao Dao ate a bowl of noodles, and finally began to slow down. Then he said to the boss that he would warm a pot of rice wine, and then he apologized and smiled at Zhou Ze. He didn't have much money in his pocket. This meal must be Zhou zeplease at last.

"How do you mix like this?" Zhou Ze put a glass of water in front of him. He didn't move the dishes on the table.

"Well, don't mention it." The old man took a sip of noodle soup, smashed it, smashed his mouth. "It's bad luck these days. I came to the city with a crew."

"Changed business?"

"Well, I don't want to live it for a while." The old man sighed, "man, there must be some dreams, isn't there?"

"Yes." Zhou Ze nodded.

"My dream after that is to play Mr. zombie, whether it's three, four, five or six, seven or eight." When it comes to dreams, Lao Dao's whole temperament seems to have changed a little.

"Mixed up in the cast?" Zhou Ze said curiously.

"Haha, I used to be a minor supporting role in the cast, but who knows how to make people."

When the wine came on,

the Taoist priest poured Zhou Ze a glass first and filled it with himself, then took a sip and narrowed his eyes:"Tut Tut, beautiful drop is very, beautiful drop is very."

Zhou Ze took the boiled water and took another sip.

"The deputy director is not a thing. She wants to play the role of a little actress. The girl is not 18 years old. Alas, the girl cries and doesn't want to do it;

I just met the old man and went up to beat the deputy director."

Lao Dao reached out and patted himself on the chest, saying:

"to make money is to make money, to be famous is to be famous, but no matter what we do, we can't be ignorant of our conscience, right?

Brother, do you mean that? "

"Well." Zhou Zeying said, "so you're fired?"

"No, he didn't dare to talk about it." The old way continued to grin, "I beat him and knew a lot of people. He didn't dare to deal with me like this, or his own reputation would stink."

"And then?"

"Then, the little actress who was saved by me the other night walked into the door of the deputy director's room and didn't come out the whole night."

When Lao Dao said these words, he was a little sad, "they are all poor people. They are not easy people."

"And then?"

"Then the little actress said that I ate her tofu, insulted her, the deputy director didn't show up, and the big director put me out of the crew." Lao Dao continued to smile, but there was some bitterness in his smile.

"Drink in the bar." Zhou Ze said.

"Come on, let's go!" The old Taoist priest picked up his glass and saw that Zhou Ze was holding boiled water. He immediately said, "don't you look down on my brother? Let's go for a glass of wine. Today, my brother is in trouble. Thanks for his care, we have met each other. One day, my brother will come back with money. "

Zhou Ze shook his head. "I'm allergic to alcohol."

"Well, tea instead of wine!"

Two people touched a cup, the old way drink it.

Life grievances, wasted, resentful, inequality, all sorts of,

in a glass of wine.

"You have no money?" Zhou Ze asked, in fact, this question does not need to be asked.

"Well." After Lao Dao finished speaking, he looked forward to Zhou Ze borrowing some money for him. He had some money left before, but all of it was subsidized at the beginning of the month. However, now the work has been started again, so he suddenly became short of money.

"Oh." Zhou Ze nodded.

“…………” Lao Dao suddenly felt that the way he talked in front of him made him feel a little familiar.

When you say "Oh", why do you ask me if I have any money?

Zhou Ze got up, went to settle the account, and then was ready to leave. He invited the Taoist priest to have a meal, purely because Zhou Ze was bored tonight, and wanted to talk to someone.

I could have gone back to find Xu Qinglang, but Xu Qinglang closed early tonight, and the roller shutter door was pulled up, so I couldn't find it.

Now, he is tired and wants to go back to rest.

"Dude, do you have a bookstore?" Lao Dao asked.

"Well."

"Don't you make money by opening a bookstore?" The old man spread out his hands and pinched his fingertips, like calculating.

"Well."

"I think it's better to open a hell shop to make money." Seeing that Zhou Ze was not very interested in his "calculation", the old Taoist thought that he was born under the red flag without any feudal superstition.

"Hell shop?" Zhou Ze shook his head. "I don't want to drive."

He is a ghost himself. What kind of hell shop is he.

"To be honest, the old man was in Chengdu before, and he just opened the Ming shop." The old man took out a pile of money from his pocket. It's a banknote. "Man, thank you for your meal today. I have nothing to give you. Take this pile of banknotes first. Don't scold me in a hurry. Of course, the money can't be spent, but it has virtue. Take it with you. Don't be afraid of bad luck. It can bring you some good luck."

Zhou Ze didn't reach for the money,

who would take a stack of Styx money and put it on his body when his brain took it out.

"Don't believe me, brother." The old Taoist said not to see Zhou Ze. He was in a bit of a hurry. He opened his Taoist robe and pointed to the wound on his right chest. "It was a bunch of money from hell that saved my life."

"Yes, I'll take it."

Zhou Ze didn't want to see a big man show his breast in front of him, so he had to reach out and take the money.

"I remember watching your video. There is another person in the hell shop. That person, it's very difficult to drink porridge." Zhou Ze asked.

"Oh, he, he's an employee I hired. He's so lazy. He only knows to bask in the sun all day and doesn't do anything. I scold him every day and say you're so lazy. You're young."

"Oh, is he anorexic?" Zhou Ze asked.

"That's right." When it comes to that man, Lao Dao is a little lost. "Why, is he handsome?"

"No, I just feel kind."

"A dear ghost." Lao Dao seems to have heard a funny joke.You are kind to ghosts. Are you also a ghost?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Two people walk to the outside of the shop together, Zhou Ze gives the old road a cigarette, there is a supermarket next door is still open, there is a small fruit stand at the door.

"Don't move here. I'll buy you some oranges." I'm joking.

"I'll take two and give you the rest." Zhou Ze replied.

"What?" Lao Dao thinks Zhou Ze is a little out and doesn't understand him. It's boring to think about it. The bookstore owner should be a bookworm.

Zhou Ze didn't explain.

In fact, "I'm going to buy some oranges, and you should stand here and don't walk." it's from Zhu Ziqing's father's words to his son in the back,

and Zhou Ze's words are from his grandfather's words to his grandson in Camel Xiangzi.

At last, Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and clapped on the shoulder of Lao Dao. "I'm going, take care of yourself."

Just as Lao Dao was about to say something,

suddenly covered his crotch,

then a smell of burnt hair came out,

"Niang, burn to death!"