Chapter 195

The armour is made of bamboo, leather and some metal. It's black. It's exquisite and pleasing to the eye.

In fact, compared with the armor of other countries in the same period, the Japanese samurai armor is not the best in terms of defense or practicality, because for a long time, the Japanese were all locked up to play their own village head level "Warring States era" on their own island.

But apart from a series of shortcomings, it's very good-looking.

Rao is Zhou Ze at this time. When looking in the mirror at the appearance of being wrapped in armor, there is no discomfort or anger that suddenly appears on his body. Instead, he thinks that the practical and protective things of this suit of armor will not be talked about first. When he suddenly appears in a fight, he thinks that he is "cool";

if there is another old way and When it is matched with a classical BGM, the effect will be better.

Perhaps influenced by modern Japanese cultural products, at least for Zhou Ze, he didn't hate this suit of armor.

Zhou Ze still remembers being in the orphanage when he was a child. After supper, a large group of children would surely gather in the living room with the only TV set in the school, and everyone would sit on the small bench and wait for the cartoon.

At that time, video recorders and later VCDs and DVDs were not widely used, so people basically watched what was on TV.

For a while, a Japanese animation "the warrior of the magic world" once hit the whole mainland, setting off a huge frenzy. Even from the current perspective, the animation still has no outdated feeling in the design of armor and the use of some second BGM.

Reaching out,

raising his legs,

twisting his back,

even though he is a little weak now, Zhou Ze still insists on putting several poss in the mirror, which makes him feel like a young man talking crazy.

When the play was enough, Zhou Ze closed his eyes, and his armor disappeared quickly. He took a long breath and sat down again, sweating profusely.

At this time, the white warbler also brought the shower gel and walked into the bathroom again. Seeing that Zhou Ze was sweating again, I didn't know why, so I had to wash Zhou Ze again.

Zhou, who enjoys the service of her maid and changes into clean clothes after taking a bath, is supported by Bai YingYing and sits on her favorite sofa.

There is a plate of candy on the tea table in front of us, as well as coffee and newspapers.

A leisurely afternoon should be wasted.

Boss Zhou quickly replaced the role of saltfish, which may be due to nature. Moreover, after the last time, Zhou Ze began to have an instinctive rejection of any activity that needs to leave the study by himself.

His character is a bit selfish, there is a kind of I just enjoy salty fish, even if I die of salty flood.

Lao Dao came back at this time, sweating a lot. Seeing Zhou Ze leaning on the sofa and looking at the newspaper, Lao Dao smiled twice excitedly. He immediately took a bottle of ice beer and came to him, saying:

"boss, it's nice to see you sitting here and reading the newspaper as usual."

The implication of the old saying is that

it's like a husband who works hard all day outside when he comes home and sees his mother-in-law sucking the baby, so he has no fatigue.

All in all, it sounds strange.

Zhou Ze took a look at Lao Dao and saw that he was full of energy and vigorous. He suddenly envied the goods. After that, even if there was a corpse Dan of Bai Yingying, it was just to ensure that he would not die. Unexpectedly, Lao Dao's vitality was really tenacious. It was only a long time before he was cultivated again.

Seventy year old man, with such terrible vitality, and in the morning, he can always think of those things that are not there. He is really envious of others.

"How are you doing?" Zhou Ze asked.

Anyway, we have to pay attention to it, even if Zhou Ze thinks it's OK for him to order a one dragon play and two phoenixes for a night.

"It's good. I feel stronger than before." The old Taoist patted his chest and sat down beside Zhou Ze. Then he reached out his hand and pointed to the busy white Yingying behind him. In a low voice, he said:

"boss, can you solve the problem of Yingying?"

"I'll fix it when I get better."

"That's good. It's a pretty girl." The old way smashed it, smashed its mouth, went to the bathroom, and then came out and turned on the big TV, just changing stations.

"Oh, boss, there's a game today. Do you watch it?"

"Not interested." Zhou Ze is not a fan.

"In the game of Tongcheng Zhiyun, it seems that it's the Chinese Super League team, the FA Cup.

It's rare for Chinese team B to play Chinese Super teams. I'd like to see it

In fact, Lao Dao is not a fan, but he has some predestination with the team. When he traveled around the country in the early years, he was invited to do legal work at home of many teams and clubs in the past, which means to open up a light for the team's home court and turn some luck.Maybe those teams are a bit unlucky. Their home shooting is always in the post or all kinds of bad luck. Anyway, Lao Dao is also a blind cat who meets a dead mouse, or the players think that their home game is just a blessing, and their psychological state is different. The home performance suddenly gets better. Lao Dao is very popular for this. After his reputation, he is invited by several clubs to do things.

To say that Chinese people are really superstitious, in fact, there are not many. Despite the prosperity of incense in the temple, everyone also wants to be lively. When they enter the temple, they worship. In the spirit of spreading the net, and this is not superstitious. Before the start of the building, the movie and TV plays, in fact, will put a place for incense on the table to seek a auspicious meaning.

However, the old way played too much in the past few years, and it played a butterfly effect. If you invite a Taoist here, I'll invite a big God or a monk. In short, after you sing, I'll go on stage, and all the immortals will come together to support you, giving full play to the local cultural industry characteristics of clubs around the world. It's not too busy.

However, this was captured by the fans and made a scene on the Internet. The fans themselves were just joking, but they noticed that the Football Association immediately wrote down a document forbidding all clubs to do this again.

For this reason, Lao Dao has also cut off this financial path, and can only transfer to the live broadcasting industry, which is a later story.

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Xu Qinglang didn't drive back to his hometown. He took hitchhikers back and forth. When he finished his work in his hometown and took a hitchhiker back, it seemed that the driver was always secretly looking at himself on the road.

Well,

Xu Qinglang has been used to and immune to this kind of measurement. He also knows his own appearance and temperament, which is impossible.

However, the driver seems to have something wrong. From time to time, he takes out his mobile phone and deliberately looks at himself in the rearview mirror. Finally, the driver can't help asking:

"are you a big lady?"

Xu Qinglang didn't understand at the moment.

The driver shook his head, looked at the mobile screen again, and asked, "are you male or female?"

"Men."

Xu Qinglang pointed to the driver again and said, "what are you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Tell me what you're looking at." Xu Qinglang insisted.

Not to mention that he has more than 20 sets of domineering spirit,

just to say that he has seen a lot of tempered temperament these days,

Xu Qinglang seems to speak with a kind of Wu Zetian like oppression.

The driver may also be young, and the psychological construction is not like a cliche. Under tension, he points to the screen directly:

"we have driver's comments here, and passengers can't see them;

I see the comments here, and I say that you are very beautiful, and some people are guessing whether you are a man or a woman. I picked up your bill because I saw the comments, so I was interested in it immediately In fact, your route is quite different from mine. "

"Boring."

Xu Qinglang disdainfully shook his head and closed his eyes.

About twenty minutes later, Xu Qinglang got out of the bookstore and saw that there were many people living in the bookstore.

Push open the door and walk in. Xu Qinglang sees Zhou Ze sitting at the bar.

"You're awake." Xu Qinglang says hello.

"Well." Zhou Ze nodded.

"Why are you so busy?" Asked Xu Qinglang.

Zhou Ze pointed to the picture of big TV and said: "at first, the old Taoist was watching the ball game. Then many passers-by saw it through the glass window and came in to watch it together."

"For a hundred dollars to come in and watch a game?" Xu Qinglang can't understand.

In fact, there has been no professional team in Tongcheng for a long time, but since the first two years, a large number of fans have gathered at once. Even in the second half of the match, nearly ten thousand people go to watch the match on the spot every time, and the heat has exceeded some super teams.

"Lying trough, after two than zero, fuck, don't look!"

A middle-aged man with a lot of tattoos swears a few times, and finally reluctantly checks out at the bar.

"Pit money, I'll take two bottles of Sprite, and I'll take one hundred. It's crucial that his mother fell behind in the first half. I'm really looking for guilt."

The tattoo man thought about the 100 yuan he was going to put away and took it back. He said to Zhou Ze:

"boss, do you want to take my money? I'm also here. My nickname is brother Qiang. If you have something to say hello to me later... "

"No more." Zhou Ze replied.

With a smile, the tattooed man pointed to Zhou Ze and indicated to him that he knew what was interesting. In fact, the owner who could open a shop in South Street was not the target of such a bully.

The tattooed man took out a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, lit it, and pushed open the bookstore door and walked out.

"Something that doesn't know how to live or die." Xu Qinglang sneered.

He understood why Zhou Ze suddenly refused to accept his money and was never threatened.

Jokes,A ghost is threatened by a scoundrel in your Yang. Are you still confused?

Plus last week's boss tiegongji's grandstand character, will he get along with money?

Xu Qinglang also saw that the tattoo hooligan's printing hall was black, and there was a little black air around him. It was obvious that he had recently recruited some dirty things. If there was no Taoist to help him to break the disaster, he would be seriously ill. If he was serious, he might have a car accident on the way.

If you don't accept the money of the dying man, you won't accept it. Maybe you will get it from the bookstore in a few days. You can't accept the money when you're alive. It will be the same when you die. Anyway, boss Zhou sits on the fishing platform.

Zhou Ze silently places a cigarette.

The bookstore is surrounded by glass, so you can clearly see the tattooed man just walked out of it.

When the tattooed man took a big puff of smoke and went out to spit out, a pregnant woman happened to pass by.

The tattooed man looked at the woman's big belly, and immediately he tried to hold the cigarette back. All the smokers knew that the sour taste of a cigarette was like swallowing half of mustard.

After the pregnant woman left,

the tattooed man bent to the ground and kept retching.

Boss Zhou spits out a cigarette ring, and Xu Qinglang around him sees it.

"Go and help him crack it." Zhou Ze said.

Xu Qinglang nodded.