Chapter 882

The next morning, Zhou Ze drove the only car left in the library, carrying Yingying, and set out.

Why is it the only one left?

Don't ask, just go to Lao Dao.

From the start of car music, Huai'an is not far from Tongcheng, but it's not very close. Although it's all in a province, Huai'an has not yet opened a bullet train or high-speed railway, so you can either take a green train for more than four hours or drive by yourself. Considering that you have to find the village after Huai'an, boss Zhou still chooses to drive.

Yingying sits in the copilot's seat and peels melon seeds for Zhou Ze. She wants to take over the boss's driving. After all, she has got her driver's license, but she is directly refused by the boss Zhou.

Some other female drivers may be timid and occasionally have no idea what to do when dealing with emergency situations, but in Yingying's side, it's the opposite. Anyway, she's OK in an accident,

come here,

hurt each other!

Four hours' drive, after getting off the highway and entering Huai'an City, boss Zhou drove to the memorial hall of Zhou Weiren in Huai'an first because of the way; after taking Yingying for a tour, he visited Wu Chengen's former residence.

Huai'an can talk about it. In fact, there is an ancient town under the river. But it's a place that even the local people don't want to go.

In the evening, Zhou Ze found a restaurant to eat with Yingying.

It's not that boss Zhou is here deliberately, it's just because the lines of small characters at the bottom of the painting indicate that he can only enter the village after 8 p.m. and at midnight.

After dinner, Zhou Ze set out again. The coordinates of the village were not in the urban area, but it was not far from the urban area. He stopped at the corner of Lianshui district.

All around, there are farmlands. Boss Zhou gets off the car and lights a cigarette. The late wind is warm and cool. It's very comfortable.

A few days ago, it was a little hot and dry. Recently, the cold air is coming down to the south. For the cool Zhou Ze and Yingying, the climate is really much more comfortable.

The picture of "thousand and thousand" in the imagination did not appear, and there was no bustle similar to ghost city. Boss Zhou is not an ordinary person, so it's impossible for him to stand here and be full of ghosts.

It's strange that,

it's a village that makes a fortune by gambling,

even if it's a ghost business,

how to make money if there are few guests?

The four young people just said that their mother-in-law was dying of a serious illness, but they didn't say that their village was besieged by people, and their voice as usual should not be broken.

"Boss, it's time."

Zhou Ze nodded, held out his finger, a little ghost gas condensed at the fingertip, and made a random point towards the front.

Well, the instructions under the scroll have been completed.

Next, look at the reaction on the opposite side.

The reaction on the opposite side is very fast. Zhou Zegang takes back his fingers. In front of him, there is a lantern. The lantern is getting closer and closer. When he comes to the front, Zhou Zecai sees a figure carrying the lantern.

This is not a vague name, but because the lantern is really a shadow shining on the ground.

"Squeak..."

In the farmland in front of him, there was a twist of vision. Then, a bronze gate appeared in front of Zhou Ze. The gate was half open, and there was a flicker of light, a faintness, and the noise of people could be heard.

"Please..."

The shadow under the lantern spoke.

If other people come across this scene here, there may be strange reactions, but for boss Zhou, who has even been in hell, no matter what western scenery appears, there is no surprise.

Zhou Ze and Yingying walk in. It's a dark corridor, but it's not very long. After opening the slightly worn curtain in front, the picture of the casino imagined by boss Zhou doesn't appear.

In front of him was a red round table, with a simple chair, surrounded by dark red curtains, covering a large area, very spacious.

On the table, there are drinks and delicacies.

But the food here will never be touched by boss Zhou. His appetite has just improved a little because of the appearance of Bi'An flower oral liquid. He doesn't want to go back to the pre liberation one night.

The lantern itself was suspended in the corner, and the shadow was gone.

Zhou Ze, who is familiar with it, has no stage fright at all. He sits down directly in the chair, takes up his glass, puts it in front of his nose and smells it. It's very delicious, but he still doesn't drink it!

Yingying did not take a seat, but stood behind the boss cleverly, doing her duty as a maid.

"Maid's self-cultivation" emphasizes that you can feel free at home, but you must give your boss enough face and respect outside.

I thought that next big people would come out. Even if it wasn't the mother-in-law who was seriously ill, at least a leader would come out to receive him. But no, boss Zhou sat dead for half an hour, facing a dish that couldn't be touched even if he was killed.Cell phones don't have signals here, even if you want to play with them to kill time.

However, boss Zhou is also straightforward. Seeing that no one has come out, he lets Yingying put together several chairs and lie down on his own. Yingying squats beside him and massages himself.

Shaoqing,

Zhou Ze actually fell asleep.

It's not a fake, and there's no need to install anything here. Tie Hanhan is in his body, plus half a face's blessing. When a person opens two hooks, his heart is naturally full of energy.

This is different from thinking about gain and loss in the face of celebration.

the other party obviously knows his identity. He has no way out and is fearless.

passed another half hour, another door in

round hall was pushed away, and

followed,

was disgusting and stale, something like a ten year old sardine canned collective open, that acid Shuang...

Ordinary people don't have to say that they have seen him. They will have to lie on the hospital bed for a few months after being smoked by his breath. It's not impossible to burp directly if they are unlucky.

Zhou, who was just sleeping, felt that he had been thrown into a stinking ditch, and he was awakened immediately, covering his nose and face, which was not concealed.

It's not personal, it's even ready to start the next second. Naturally, it doesn't matter whether the other party's face is embarrassed or not.

A bloated woman came out of that door,

it's not that she was fat. In fact, her face, in addition to the rouge and water powder, was extremely standard. It can be seen that the body of the other party, excluding the extreme possibility of the huge congenital drop, should not be too fat.

It's just that the clothes of the other side are a little like the once popular feeling of Western celebrities. They are so fat that they set off the whole person as a walking meatball.

When the other side came in, under the skirt, three young men came out unexpectedly. They brought the chair up and went back to the woman's skirt.

The women sat down and the skirts were spread out, covering a large area.

Seeing this behind the scenes, boss Zhou didn't have some admiration in his heart. He also had an eye opening feeling. He kept a group of faces under his skirt. This kind of playing method really exploded the ten streets of White Horse Club.

"Constable Zhou?"

The woman opened her mouth, her voice was not old, but she was full of deep fatigue.

Zhou Ze didn't know what happened to him, but he felt that he could keep his youth forever in some special way. In fact, he had run out of oil inside.

Women's value for beauty is really terrible.

"Well."

Zhou Ze nodded and answered.

In fact, he hates this kind of perfunctory politeness. If you want to do something, you can just go straight to the point.

This is a bit like tie Han.

"It's a great honor for you to come."

"Let me do it. What can I do for you?"

"Someone made a bet with me half a month ago."

"The man in the picture?"

The woman nodded and continued:

"the bet is, Shou yuan."

Boss Zhou licked his lips. Look how high-end people gambled. Comparatively speaking, those who gambled on the grand feast of the sea and the sky on the Russian runner were weak.

"My chips are 29 and a half years of my remaining 30-year life. His chips are his day.

I don't think he took advantage of it. In fact, his day is much heavier than my one hundred year life. I think it's me who took advantage. "

Zhou Ze Muran, if that is really a generation of mansion Lord, that's right.

The day of the Lord is indeed much more precious than the hundred years of ordinary people, and this is an opportunity that can be met but not sought.

Look at women like this. They should have lost, so they haven't lived for half a year.

At the same time,

Qing's two little friends are still catching the one in Jinling. If they knew that the one just charged a little electricity, they might not be so relaxed, right?

Zhou Ze leaned back slightly, and said:

"willing to gamble and lose, what do you want to do with me?"

"Because you are his guarantor in this gamble."

Guarantor?

How does it feel like a loan or a credit card?

"Well, it's because he didn't have time to take away the winning things, so it needs to be handed over to me, right?"

In Zhou Ze's mind, it seems that even the rotten taste is not so disgusting. It seems that the prince of the mansion works in a proper way and pays attention to the integrity of the woman.

This time, no loss!

The woman smiled a little, her expression was a little stiff,

said:

"who told you that I lost the bet?""I don't know. You've lost. How could you be like this?"

Besides, although the prince and the God of gamblers can't be equated, there is no doubt about the outstanding and mysterious characters in all aspects.

"Ha ha." The woman sneered and said, "I won."

"How could..."

"He lost."

"No?"

"Then, he broke the bill, not only didn't give me his day, but also robbed my Shouyuan."

“…………” Zhou Ze.