Lord of Time!

Chapter 5 To Be, The Golden Hen
There was never a moment when Chen Ping believed that one day he would become extremely powerful, able to control his own destiny, and would no longer be ruled by others.

However, distant water cannot save near fire.

Maybe the future will be strong.

Today's physical fitness does not allow him to make some extreme operations.

It doesn't take too many people, just one or two tough hands, a few gangsters with knives and guns, fighting guerrillas from a distance, probably can put him in a dilemma.

Taking another look at his injured and broken right leg, Chen Ping shook his head.

'Fighting hard is the next best thing to do. '

'Must be outsmarted, not reckless. '

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully thinking about ways to break the situation.

The wealth given to him by his previous life experience is not just learning a lot of knowledge or practicing martial arts, but more valuable is the way he handles some things.

The formation of a person's character lies in those unforgettable memories.

In his sophomore year, he was young and vigorous, and when he pointed out Jiangshan's passionate writing, of course, it was inevitable that he would have some longing for the opposite sex.

There is also a female classmate who is very easy to talk to and looks forward to each other's future.

At that time, love first started...

Before anything happened.

During a summer trip, the female classmate disappeared.

After he knew the news, his eyes turned red immediately, he asked around, and followed him frantically.

In the end, he found the snake group who kidnapped and sold his female classmates, and the small village in the remote mountains.

I found it, the old bachelor who couldn't get a wife.

However, the female classmate could never be found again, and when we met again, it was already separated by yin and yang.

It was also on that day that he finally understood what the old man said, martial arts, killing skills...

It turns out that what I have learned is that I can really be an enemy of ten people and an enemy of a hundred people.

It can eliminate the evil in the world and see the peace of the world.

After washing off the blood stains on my hands...

He never went to his hometown again, nor did he go back to school.I can only buy some daily necessities overnight, cross the vast jungle, all the way to the south, and never return north in my life.

Regret?
Chen Ping felt that he never regretted it.

To be a man, you have to persevere
Although he never regretted it, Chen Ping still had a great influence on his past experience.There have also been some changes in the way of doing things.If you want to live, you have to live well. Sometimes, you have to think twice.

Reckless habit, no good.

After all, there is still a way to break the game, although it is not very reliable.

Chen Ping looked at the little beggars with dim eyes, and worked together to pile up the corpses of Boss Yan, the tall and thin man, and Dasha into the corner of the collapsed Earth Temple.Moreover, it was covered hastily with broken bricks and tiles, so that it would not be so conspicuous.I have some ideas in my heart.

"You said, what should we do so that Qisetang will not pursue our killing of Boss Yan?"

Chen Ping asked suddenly.

To break the situation, several people must work together and have a unified understanding.

"The only thing is death. I'm not afraid of death. Are you afraid that they will do something wrong? Some people come to the door, risking their lives, and killing them will make them terrified." The iron thorns, the veins on the back of the hand.

The little table shrank its head, glanced timidly at the broken left hand, and said hastily: "We can hide around while the sky is still dark. The strength of Qisetang is very strong, and the hearts of Qingzixiangtang may not be very unified. He will definitely look for us with his heart. After hiding for a while, he may be safe."

The small stool trembled with his hands and did not speak.It seems that after arousing Xueyong earlier and beating the tall and thin man to death with bricks, his mind suffered a huge shock, and he still hasn't completely calmed down.

Hualian'er hesitated for a while, then frowned and said: "Perhaps, I can find a backer..."

Halfway through speaking, he himself shook his head.

Looking for a backer also depends on whether people want it or not.

People like myself are disabled, weak, weak, useless, who can they turn to as a backer?
Chen Ping's smile remained unchanged, his eyes fell on Zuo Duanshou, and he said softly: "It's not impossible to go all out, but it's not there yet. As a pre-selection method, it's not impossible to go all out if you're at a dead end."

The blood is commendable and cannot be attacked.

He changed his voice: "As for hiding, it's just resigned to fate. If you disperse and get caught, there is no chance of survival."

Of course Chen Ping wasn't talking about himself, he still had the strength to fight, he thought of the little table brothers, especially Hualian'er, who looked as weak as a chicken...it was inevitable to be caught, life and death .

"As for finding a backer, the idea is right...but, when you can't expect others, you have to be a backer." He looked at Hualian'er, and asked approvingly: "Huailian'er, tell me, if you want to find a backer, What is the most important thing?"

"It works." Hualian'er said uncertainly.

"Yes, it is useful, can be used, and can be beneficial."

Chen Ping said with a smile: "When we can't protect ourselves, we must first find a place for people to take advantage of... Being able to be used by others is not a bad thing, and everything is possible only if we survive."

"What do we have that others can use?"

The left hand is puzzled.

"Think about it, Boss Yan came here at night, what is he trying to do? What is his purpose?"

"Break off hands and feet, no, he's doing it for extra money, to make more money..." Hualian'er whispered, with a smile on his face, "Seventh brother, have you found a way to make money? Yes, as long as we show In order to save trouble, Chang Fuxiang and the others may not kill us. After all, he can never earn money by himself... Someone has to do things. A dead Boss Yan, in his eyes, is far away. Far less important than silver."

"That's it."

Chen Ping clapped his hands, "Everyone get moving, get some money first, see if there are any shops around that are still open, go buy some food... eat and drink enough to cheer up, stay up all night tonight, learn from me something.

Whether you can earn a lot of money tomorrow depends on how fast you learn. "

After experiencing the explosion of information in his previous life, Chen Ping did have many ways to make money in his mind.However, 90.00% of the nine methods, relying on the status of a few little beggars now I can't use them.

As a beggar, he has neither capital nor ability.Besides begging for food, what else is there to do?

You can't learn from other people's robbing and stealing.

This method, let alone whether it is immoral, can it make money?First of all, you have to consider, will you be beaten to death?

Well, the only way.

Still begging.

Not the same as begging.

It must not be shouting loudly, "Grandpa and grandma, big brother and big sister, take pity on me..."

In Chen Ping's view, although it is not useless to use other people's sympathy, it is really not very useful.

Especially in ancient times when this standard of living was extremely difficult.

I can't even take care of myself, so where is there so much sympathy?
Besides, those who are truly sympathetic and kind-hearted generally have a bad life.Most of them are at the bottom of society, and it is not easy to survive.

They don't have any spare money to give out.

Those who live well, who are rich and powerful, and who can have large sums of money to give away, are often not kind-hearted and have little sympathy.

Let alone beggars with severed arms and legs who speak nicely, even if they performed suicide in front of them, even frowning would be regarded as excess sympathy.

So, is there any way to earn money from these unsympathetic, rich people?

In his previous life, when he entertained to death, he had already given him the best answer.

Tell him that there is such a profession that can easily make a lot of money.

That is, the entertainment industry.

Make people happy, let people get psychological satisfaction.Far more than arousing other people's sympathy and compassion, it can make people willingly pay money.

If a few of us become "the hen that can lay golden eggs".

Qisetang Qingzixiangtang Changfu Xiangzhu and the others, will they kill this hen?

Would he still care about a dead and worthless Boss Yan?
Based on human cognition, Chen Ping felt that it was impossible.

(End of this chapter)