Chapter 66: Incarnation

This is an anti-theft chapter. The motorcycle rider bumped the headlights of the luxury car. He also fell off the motorcycle. The zipper of the cowboy luggage on the back seat of the car broke, and the contents fell out. Things rolled to the ground.
"Hey!" A handsome young man with a good temper, walked down from the car, looked at the young man picking things up on the ground with his hands around his chest, "Buddy, did you come to touch the porcelain?" He drove the car, somehow. A motorcycle came out from the side and hit him in the car. Is he right?
Fortunately, he was driving normally and installed a driving recorder, otherwise he would be hit by porcelain.
"Sorry, I didn't pay attention to my bicycle." The young man had no time to pick up the scattered things, and apologized to the young man. "I must bear the responsibility."
Luxury car youths squinted and looked at this young man. He looked so handsome. Who is wearing a t-shirt with holes in this era? Looking at the messy branches and flowers on the ground, he even saw a pink mud.
These tattered things can also be regarded as a treasure, I am afraid that it is not a brain problem?
"Do you know how much my headlights are?" He kicked a small stone beside his kick, which seemed to fall out of the cowboy bag.
"No, I don't know," the young man stared at the headlights for several seconds, hesitant to say, "How much, how much?"
The luxury car young man took a deep breath and told himself not to care about the poor ghosts. He waved impatiently: "Roll around, knowing that you can't afford to lose money, don't you run away ?!"
"You don't want me to pay?" The young man scratched his head, bent down and picked up the motorcycle that fell to the ground with one hand, and smashed it twice with his bare hands. The original crooked head ... straight back.
Looked at his thin arms and legs, and looked at the other party's seemingly unhealthy, but actually strong arms, the luxury car young man swallowed, sneaked back a few steps, put his hand on the door handle .
Damn, is this a violent threat?
"No, you don't have to pay, you can go." When a man doesn't want to lose money, he must not be too angry when he wants to persuade him.
"That's awful." The young man shook the motorcycle, and Ding Ling fell off several car parts. He pushed the motorcycle aside, bent over and looked in the cowboy bag for a while, and found a piece of black badger The child handed it to the luxury car youth, "If you break something, you must pay for it. This Ran's flesh can be used to ward off evil sleep, and it will be treated as a gift to you."
Taking the fishy thing with anger and daring to speak, the luxury car young man squeezed out a smile: "Thank you."
It turns out that this not only threatened him with violence, but also flung him with three counterfeit medicines. Is there any humanity?
No, selling fake medicine is inherently inhuman, but anyone with a little conscience and a sense of social morality cannot do such a thing.
Seeing that the young man who sold three counterfeit medicines was about to leave on a motorcycle, the luxury car youth courageously said, "Can you still ride this motorcycle?"
Don't ride the road halfway and make problems.
He didn't dare to say this.
"No, I was just unfamiliar with motorcycles. I didn't control the intensity." The young man stepped on his long legs and sat on the scruffy motorcycle. He walked away without leaving a long distance. At the time, a piece of iron fell off the motorcycle.
Looking dumbfounded as the young man rode away on a motorcycle. After the luxury car young man sat in the car, he returned to his mind for a long time.
The first time I touched a motorcycle, I dared to drive on the road. Who is the two of them more like the lawless rich second generation? !!
Fu Li rode a tattered motorcycle all the way and entered an alley. There are motorcycles and bicycles parked in the alley. The alley, which was not wide, became narrower. He carefully dodged a lying bicycle, crossed a motorcycle with a rollover, and stopped in front of a wooden door with the "Old Health and Leisure Club" sign.
The wooden door was tattered, the red paint was mottled, and the gray threshold was not swept for a long time, and a thick layer of gray accumulated.
Fu Li parked the motorcycle aside, patted the ash on his body, carried the bulging cowboy bag on his back, and stepped forward to knock on the wooden door.
Tap three times, stop for a while, and then tap three more times, and so on.
After a long time, a little old man came to open the door. He was wearing a yellow-washed white undershirt, holding a large fan in his hand, and looked at Fu Li slowly: "Name?"
"The senior is good, the younger is Fu Li."
"Fu Li?" The old man stared at Pu Fan for a while and nodded. "I have your name on it. Come with me to register."
After entering the door, there was a small courtyard house with two mahjong tables inside. Several old ladies and old ladies were playing mahjong. When Fu Li came in, he didn't even raise his head. When Fu Li followed the fat old man into the house, the two old ladies quarreled, and the old lady in a cheongsam slaped the table with a slap.
"Wang Cuihua!" The old man who has been slow from opening the door to the present suddenly turned back quickly and shouted at the cheongsam old lady: "You broke the table again, remember to lose money."
Seeing that Fu Li, the old lady in cheongsam who was still scolding herself, suddenly weakened.
"Let's go." The fat old man saw Fu Li still in a daze, and shook his head. "Young people just have little knowledge."
Fu Li: "..."
The room was a bit dark, and Fu Li almost tripped over when she walked in.
"You fox clan, don't you have night vision?" The fat old man shook his head even harder. "It's not as good as a generation now. Even the racial instincts are forgotten. It has really lost your face. Thousands of years Before, you could have troubled the world, but now it's better, you can't even see the road. "
"But senior, I'm not from the Fox family." Fu Li was innocent.
"Isn't it the name of the Fox clan?" The fat old man didn't have the slightest embarrassment to admit it. He turned on the light in the room calmly, sat in front of the shabby computer, and pointed to the opposite stool. Straight, I'll get you a picture first. "
Filling in the records, the fat old man pointed at the last space and asked Fu Li: "What is your ideal job in your heart?"
"Be a civil servant and serve the people." Fu Li yearned, "If you can make a name for yourself, it will be better."
Hearing this, the fat old man almost didn't pull the keyboard button off. He shook the big fan, and Fu Li's eyes looked like he was wondering: "Do you have a college diploma?"
Fu Li shook his head.
"What civil servant does not have a diploma?" The old fat man froze for a while, and asked helplessly, "Who introduced you to the city?"
"Sun Qiye." Fu Lidao said, "I don't know where Sun Qiye went. I didn't find him today."
"You say Sun Gouer?" The fat old man slowly answered Fu Li's question. "He was arrested a few days ago because he manufactured and sold false certificates."
"Ah?" Fu Li never thought that Sun Qiye, who had returned to the mountains with great scenery years ago, was doing things that violated the discipline, and he felt for a while before he said, "When I came out, everyone followed I said that it is not easy to make a living in a big city, it seems true. "
"Not a college diploma, but a high school diploma?"
Fu Li continued to shake his head.
The fat old man took out a small book from the drawer, wrote a few words on it, and left the opposite sign: "You still go to this construction site to move bricks. The contractor is our own, so I can eat together. . "
Fu Li took the note in the hand of the fat old man, wryly writing an address on it, which was quite far from here. Thanks to the fat old man, Fu Li turned and left the house.
The fat old man shook Pu Fan, and after Fu Li left, he called up Fu Li's information and looked at it for a long time.
The broken motorcycle parked in front of the club has disappeared without a trace, only a rotten leaf lying on the ground.
Since his favorite car's headlights were hit by flowers, Zhou advocated staying at home for two full days without much thought to go out. In the morning, he slept until nearly ten o'clock before waking up, and went downstairs to see his father's cheerful and accompany his mother watching TV, startled him.
Recently his dad didn't sleep well. See him once and scold him once. At this time, his dad has been to the company for a long time. Why did he watch TV with his mother at home today? Today is not their birthday or wedding anniversary or anything.
"Son, come and sit." Father Zhou smiled and let the son sit down. "The medicine you bought for me, although the taste is not good, but the effect is good. I slept very well in the past two days, not even a dream . "
Zhou advocated for a long while, and then remembered that in the past two days, in order to please his father, he went to the pharmacy to buy some medicine to supplement his body. Do those things have the function of sleeping?
"Just don't know the smell of that smelly, dark-stained medicine. What's the name? Buy some more and give it to your grandparents."
Fishy? Black paint?
Wasn't he buying Ganoderma lucidum? At that time, he also specifically told the nanny aunt that the medicine was good for his dad's health, so she had to boil it for her dad. How can good ginseng turn black and have a fishy smell?
No, that's wrong.
Is the smelly thing given to him by someone who hit his car and sold fake medicine? Isn't he selling real medicine instead of fake medicine?
Looking down at his dad with a red face and a spirited look, Zhou Zhan didn't dare to tell him that this medicine was a Sanwu product accidentally mixed into the medicine team. As for asking him to buy more, where can he find someone to buy?
Fortunately, he still remembers the name of this medicine.
Seems to be called ...
Ran's flesh?
Yes, that's the name.
"You all stole the money of the old man, and you are not afraid of harming Yinde?" Zhuang Qing lifted the thief off the ground and handed it over to the security guard. By the way, he also kept the wallet and mobile phone on the ground. One of the small bags wrapped in a plastic bag was particularly conspicuous. He patted the dust on it and turned to walk to the old man.
"Uncle, is this yours?"
The old man took the plastic bag and opened it tremblingly. There were a few red notes in it, and the others were dozens of denominations. There was a lot of money in fact, not much money.
"Thank you, thank you!" The old man moved so much to thank Zhuang Qing, and even the people were applauded with excitement.
Zhuang Qing squeezed away to see the lively crowd, shook her brand-name suit, and walked out of the train station hall.
"Boss, don't you take a taxi?"
"Do not hit."
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