At noon the next day, Zuo Zhicheng had not yet got up because he practiced martial arts and killed people every night. At this time, the sound of the door opening came from outside the room.

It turned out that Xiaolan jumped in. At this time, she learned to change into the ragged clothes she had worn before, put on a white outfit, and her slender figure and cute face, she looked cleaner and more beautiful. I have to say that she relies on clothes.

Seeing Zuo Zhicheng lying on the bed, he shouted unexpectedly: "Brother Zuo, the sun is about to burn his butt, why are you still sleeping!"

"I slept a little late yesterday." Zuo Zhicheng said casually, then looked behind Xiaolan. A girl in white clothes slowly walked in. The girl had a medium figure, delicate skin, outstanding appearance, especially her snow-white skin, which made people want to pinch her.

But her temperament was like a sword unsheathed, showing its sharpness, and her pair of sword eyebrows were raised high, and her training uniforms gave people an unusual feeling of heroism, just like the sword fairy and knight in ancient legends.

However, at this time, she saw Zuo Zhicheng who had just gotten up from the bed, and her eyes were filled with a hint of undetectable disgust.

Xiaolan introduced from the side: "Brother Zuo, this is Sister Jiang Qing, this is Master Jiang's daughter. She has been taking care of me in the martial arts hall these days."

"Hello, my name is Zuo Zhicheng. Thank you for taking care of Xiaolan." Zuo Zhicheng smiled, but the infrared gaze in his left eye directly looked at Jiang Qing through the blindfold, and found that the other party's hands and wrists had already penetrated the pink innate energy.

It seems that Zuo Zhicheng’s previous guess is correct. Haoran Martial Arts School does have true martial arts skills.

But he didn't know that Jiang Qing, who was standing by, had a bad impression of him when she saw him. In the past few days, Xiaolan lived in the Haoran Martial Arts Hall. Because of her innocence, kind nature, and poor life experience, she was soon sympathized by Jiang Lan.

Jiang Qing also heard him talk about Zuo Zhicheng because Xiaolan once asked her for help, and wanted to ask if the martial arts school still needed to recruit people.

Originally, Jiang Qing heard that Zuo Zhicheng had been looking for a dock for several days, but he couldn't find a job, so she thought that the other party was a lazy person because as long as he was willing to endure hardships on the dock, he could at least find a job as a porter.

What Jiang Qing hated most in her life was such a person who was not motivated and lived a mediocre life. Now, seeing Zuo Zhicheng lying in bed in broad daylight and not getting up and looking for a job, he felt a little disgusted with him.

"You're welcome. Xiaolan's family is not well off and she encountered the Hailong Gang's incident. It's really not enough for a girl to live here."

Zuo Zhicheng asked in confusion: "By the way, Xiaolan, why are you back today?"

Xiaolan said, "Well, it's okay. I heard that the black-hearted tiger was beaten to death, so I can move back today. Sister Jiang Qing was worried that I would come back alone, so she sent me here."

Zuo Zhicheng said in surprise: "Is the Black Heart Tiger dead? How did he die?"

Jiang Qing, who was standing by, explained: "I was beaten to death. I heard that I was killed with one punch. I don't know where the master came from." Her eyes showed admiration: "If you can kill the black-hearted tiger with one punch, your martial arts skills may be no less than my father."

"I really didn't expect it." Zuo Zhicheng said calmly: "That's good, Xiaolan, you have no worries."

"Yes." Xiaolan said happily: "You can go out to sea and fish with your father again."

When Jiang Qing, who was standing by, frowned when she saw Xiaolan's family, she didn't want her to continue fishing in the sea, and she was exposed to the wind and sun every day. Such a life is simply torture for a girl, not to mention that the fish and dragons on the dock are mixed, which is even more unsuitable for a little girl to go there every day.

She pondered for a while and advised: "Xiaolan, Aunt Ye will go home to take care of her grandson in a while. The martial arts hall lacks a cook who cooks and cooks. I wonder if you would like to come over."

Xiaolan was a little reluctant at first and was reluctant to leave the fishing boat that she had grown up, but after Jiang Qing's repeated persuasion, she finally agreed.

However, she looked at Zuo Zhicheng on the side, as if she had remembered something, and suddenly said, "Sister Jiang Qing, isn't there a long-term worker in the martial arts hall? Why don't you let Brother Zuo go? We can meet every day."

Jiang Qing frowned, looked at Zuo Zhicheng with a scrutiny look, and said, "You haven't found a job yet?"

Zuo Zhicheng smiled discontently and said, "I haven't found a suitable one yet."

Hearing Zuo Zhicheng's words, Jiang Qing curled her lips secretly, thinking that the other party was ambitious and had low expectations. She wanted to refuse to help Zuo Zhicheng immediately, but she thought that Xiaolan seemed to like the lazy man in front of her.

She suddenly thought that if this guy really relied on Xiaolan's house and kept eating and drinking here, it would be a problem, so it would be better to let him come to work at his own house. Seeing this guy with other brothers, Xiaolan could naturally tell whether it was good or bad in comparison.

When he arrived at the martial arts hall, he naturally had no choice but to cheat. Once such a thing happened, he would be kicked out. It would be so that Xiaolan could see the true face of this guy.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qing smiled slightly: "The martial arts school is indeed a long-term worker. She mainly does some work such as sweeping the floor, wiping the table, and serving tea and water. She costs ninety yuan a month, and includes lunch, and every meal. I don't know if you want it."

In Xinlucheng, if an adult man doesn’t eat big meat per meal, he will only be about one to two cents per meal. For example, the supper that Zuo Zhicheng and Boss Song ate at home these days, that is, dried fish that cannot be sold, mixed with mixed vegetables, is less than one cent worth. The wages given by Jiang Qing are very fair.

Especially at noon in the martial arts hall, there is a lot of meat to eat every meal, which is very good for Zuo Zhicheng's health. After all, he practices martial arts every day and has no short spirits. If he doesn't eat well enough, he will naturally be malnourished, lose weight, and even his martial arts will be regressed.

Moreover, Zuo Zhicheng had an idea about the martial arts hall before, because he wanted to find an excuse to cover up martial arts for his clear identity.

So after listening to Jiang Qing's advice, Zuo Zhicheng said: "Can you do this? I don't need wages. I just need one meal a day, and then I can learn martial arts in the martial arts school."

"Do you want to learn martial arts?" Jiang Qing glanced at Zuo Zhicheng up and down: "It's not impossible, but ordinary students in our martial arts school charge 10 yuan a month. If you don't have wages, you'll have an extra dinner and breakfast."

"But it's very hard to learn martial arts. In addition to practicing martial arts, you also have to help the martial arts school work every day. Are you sure you want to do this?"
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