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Chapter 339 "Gudmao Ning, the charterer!"

"This kid is definitely not an ordinary person. He fell from such a height and didn't even get any injuries on his body. And"

He suddenly whispered to his wife: "When A Gui carried him here before, I took advantage of the opportunity to touch this kid's muscles and bones."

When the charterer heard this, she was immediately surprised and said: "Is it true?"

"That's right!"

The charterer nodded solemnly and said: "This guy is the legendary martial arts wizard who is unique among all!"

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Hearing his words, the charterer suddenly fell silent. She looked at Zheng Jirong's face carefully and said slowly: "Speaking of which, if our son was still alive, he would be almost as old as him."

"What do you mean, wife?"

"Let's observe him for two days first," the charterer said as she chewed her cigarette butt and walked out: "This guy might have been chased by others. We are ordinary citizens enjoying our old age now, so there is nothing we can care about. Then try to take care of it as little as possible.”

Compared with the night, the Walled City in the morning is even more crowded and busy. Dock workers in shabby clothes carry heavy sandbags on their shoulders and walk towards the dock with heavy steps; vendors have set up stalls in front of each door early, selling various kinds of goods. daily necessities.

The charterer nodded in agreement, and then said with a smile on his face: "Wife, you go back first. I'll take a walk outside. If you're sleepy, go to bed early and don't wait for me."

When he saw the signs in front of the gates of these apartment buildings again, he instantly understood where he was.

"okay."

"Ok!"

At this time, the table in front of him was filled with eaten steamers and empty bowls. He patted his belly and praised the boss who was frying fried dough sticks in the oil pan at the door: "Brother Gui, your skills are really incredible. Not only are the steamed buns delicious and the fried dough sticks crispy, but even the simple rice porridge tastes very sweet.”

"Saori Saori, I still have to fry fried dough sticks, you can do it."

It's called "Pig Cage Walled City", where else could it be?
Thinking of this, he took out two cigarettes from the cigarette case in his pocket, "Brother Gui, do you want to smoke?"

Just ten hours ago, he was watching Ah Xing competing with people from the special function performance group in the villa on Kadoorie Hill on Hong Kong Island. As a result, just by holding hands, he arrived in Shanghai where he had been for decades in the blink of an eye.

"I know, I'll go later."

After Zheng Jirong poured a bowl of soy milk into his stomach, he burped happily.

To be honest, it's quite surprising.

In a breakfast shop on the ground floor.

Zheng Jirong lit up his cigarette, took a puff and then slowly asked A Gui: "Brother Gui, do you know Xu Wenqiang?"

There was a long queue of residents waiting to do laundry and vegetables in front of the faucet next to the patio.

Hearing this, the charterer turned her head and glanced at him, biting the cigarette butt and curling her lips, "Let's go, come into the house with me!"

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"Hahaha", Agui smiled happily after hearing this: "Three Q, but Ah Rong, if you want to rent a house, you'd better go find the tenant as soon as possible. She will go out to play mahjong as soon as eight o'clock. , sometimes you may not be able to come back even when it gets dark.”

Zheng Jirong nodded and looked up at the scene in the Pig Cage Walled City outside the store. When he saw a half-grown boy with half his butt naked brushing his teeth and washing his hair in front of the faucet, he couldn't help but smile with the corners of his mouth raised.

Not only was it unexpected that I caught up with the plot of "Shanghai Gambler", but what was even more surprising was that
The first person he saw after waking up was neither Ruxian nor Rumeng, nor even that sissy Chow Tai Fook, but a man selling breakfast with broken English.

The next morning.

"Xu Wenqiang?"

A Gui nodded and said: "Of course I know him. He is a big shot in Shanghai. I just heard that he was shot to death by Thunder Tiger's people a few days ago."

"Hey, you know this kind of thing?"

"It's written in the newspaper."

After Zheng Jirong heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that this is still the world of "Shanghai Gambler". According to this, Ah Xing and the others should also be in this time and space.

I just don't know where they are.

Ah Xing should have followed Ding Li by now. As for Ah Miao and Peng Yixing
Zheng Jirong frowned. In the 1920s and 1930s when the media had not yet started, it was not easy to find the two of them in the huge Shanghai beach. After thinking secretly for a while, he made a decision to rent a house in the walled city first, and then go to Ding Li to contact Ah Xing after having a place to stay. As a big shot in Shanghai, Ding Li's residence must not be difficult to find.

And speaking of it.
He turned his head and looked at the dozen rolling pins of different lengths leaning against the wall of the shop.

This world is more than just one "Shanghai Gambler".

After making up his mind, he put his hand into his pocket and pinched a small ball of golden beans from the gold brick prepared in his pocket.

"Brother Gui, I'm leaving first. I'll leave the money on the table for you."

"money?"

Ah Gui turned around and looked over when he heard the words. When he saw the golden beans on the table, he immediately grabbed Zheng Jirong who had already walked out of the store. "Ah Rong, you gave too much money. It's just dozens of buns. It's not worth it." So much money?!”

"Hey", Zheng Jirong clapped his hand and explained with a smile: "Brother Gui, your craftsmanship is definitely worth so much money. Besides, if you have more money, you can save it on the counter for me. I will come to eat every day in the future. You can give it to me." Why don’t I just keep doing it and buckle it?”

"This"

After hesitating for a while, Agui nodded slowly and said, "Okay, tell me whatever you want to eat in the future. In fact, in addition to breakfast, my Cantonese cuisine is also pretty good."

"Hahaha, then I will be very happy."

In fact, if he wasn't worried about attracting too much attention, he would have given Agui a gold brick directly.

When he woke up this morning, there was a bowl of cold steamed buns and steamed buns on the floor. When he asked about it, he found out that it was the ghost who brought him here last night, and it was the Bodhisattva temple where the ghost carried him to when he was unconscious last night. , and spread a straw mat for him.

Such good people should be rewarded with good things.

After taking a look at the courtyard of the walled city, he let out a breath and prepared to walk towards the tenant-wife's apartment. However, Zheng Jirong stopped just after taking a few steps.

He looked down at his clothes. At the time of the incident, he was drinking beer and chatting with his brothers in the villa, so he was not wearing formal clothes like a suit, but simple home clothes.

A vest, beach shorts and a pair of flip flops.
This outfit seems a bit arrogant.
He shook his head and glanced at the surrounding shops. As expected, there happened to be a tailor shop.

A few minutes later.

Zheng Jirong, who was originally dressed as the Fire Cloud Evil God, had already changed into a simple Chinese tunic suit. After looking at himself in the mirror, he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay, that's it."

The shop owner on the side heard this and smiled and said: "This dress has been ordered for a long time but I haven't come to pick it up. I didn't expect it to fit you so well, Mr. Zheng."

"Well, I'm very satisfied with the clothes." After Zheng Jirong finished speaking, he was ready to pay the bill.

When the shop owner saw this, he said with a smile: "Mr. Zheng, you don't know something. I spent a lot of money to buy the fabrics for these clothes from other places. They have high artistic content."

"Don't worry, I never take advantage of the common people."

After saying that, Zheng Jirong flicked a ball of golden beans in his palm onto the counter. This piece was much larger than the one he gave to the ghost before.

"You pay with gold?" The shop owner opened his mouth in surprise.

"Otherwise," Zheng Jirong said casually, "What do you want me to use to pay the bill?"

After the shop owner heard what he said, he didn't know what he thought of, but he waved his hand shyly, "Oh, I'm going to kill you."

"???"

Zheng Jirong was confused after hearing this. In addition to gold bricks and U.S. dollars and Hong Kong dollars, he kept emergency supplies in his pocket. He couldn't throw out a stack of U.S. dollars.

Just when he wanted to see if there were other styles of clothes, he suddenly saw a familiar figure walking in front of the tailor shop out of the corner of his eye.

He immediately put his head around and took a closer look, seeing the bloated figure, the ramen head tied with a curling iron, and the cigarette butt in the corner of his mouth.

There is no mistake, it must be her.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, walked out of the store with a smile on his face, and greeted the woman warmly:

"Good Cat Ning, charter wife!"

(End of this chapter)