Xiang Que didn't sleep well that night. He couldn't fall asleep most of the night, listening to the gunfire coming from next door.
It seems that in order to build a good reputation as a qualified pimp, the landlord worked very hard that night. Like Zhao Yun riding a savior alone on Changbanpo, he was also on this old woman, up and down.
After struggling for seven times, it finally stopped.
"This one hundred and fifty yuan is really worth it. If you divide it equally, it's about twenty yuan at a time. That woman is going to lose money. It only costs four or five cents to go in and out and back? How can I do that?"
It’s not easy to do, and working people have the hardest time.”
It wasn't until dawn that the next door stopped. Xiang Que could only sigh with tears in his eyes: "This professional quality is really domineering. I guess the landlord has worn it down to the point where I haven't seen anyone complain. I am indeed a leader in the industry."
"
In the morning, when Xiang Que was sleeping in a daze, the phone rang, and he picked it up slowly: "What are you calling me for?"
"Uh... I'm looking for Xiang Que." The other end of the phone seemed to be stunned by these words and was a little unresponsive.
Xiang Que said impatiently: "I just want to fart quickly."
"I'm kidding you. You're not dead yet? I'm almost to Shanghai. Come and pick me up quickly. If Mr. Cao waits on the road for one more minute, you're going to wait for me to strike you to death with a thunderbolt."
"A roar came from the phone. The roar was so loud that Xiang Que immediately regained his energy.
Xiang Que said ah twice, and then he came back to his senses: "Taoist Master Cao? Who are you talking to that is not clean and verbose? I'm sleeping and I don't have time to talk to you."
"Xiang Que, if you dare to hang up the phone or not come to pick me up, we will fight each other and we won't stop until we see a red flag."
Xiang Que was really frustrated by him and said, "We've been chatting for so long, why do we have to fight? We don't have any deep hatred, so where are you? I'll be there right away."
"Arrive at Shanghai train station at 11:30," Cao Qingdao told him and hung up the phone.
Xiang Que saw that there were still two hours left, so he slowly got up and went to the toilet to tidy up. When he came out, the landlord was actually humming a tune and steaming buns.
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"Xiang, are you up? Have you eaten? I haven't eaten two steamed buns with mustard greens and pork stuffing."
When Xiang Que saw the landlord's two big hands kneading the dough, he could immediately think of the state he was in during the hand-to-hand fight last night. He couldn't eat this bun no matter what.
, he was afraid that he would suffer from the pain in his heart.
"No, I'm allergic to mustard greens and I tend to have diarrhea after eating it." Xiang Que went downstairs, sat down at a breakfast stall and ordered a bowl of soy milk and two fried dough sticks.
After eating breakfast for more than half an hour, Xiang Que rushed to the train station. After getting off the subway and searching for the exit for a long time, he saw Cao Qingdao squatting on the ground with an unshaven beard and a snakeskin bag next to him.
Smoking.
"Eh... I see why you have gone through so many years? You are not born with this downcast and decadent look. How did you end up like this? What happened on the train?
I was kneaded by someone." Xiang Que squatted beside him and kept applying the knife.
"You lie to me, Xiang Que." Cao Qingdao raised his head and said with tears in his eyes: "It's the biggest regret in my life that I met you. I feel that since I met you, my life has been full of obstacles.
Band-Aids are all Bondi brand, it’s too bad.”
Xiang Que said unhappily: "We are still comrades-in-arms. We have conquered demons together and walked around the underworld. Don't you think you are chilling when you say something like this?"
Cao Qingdao looked up to the sky and sighed, saying: "When I came home, I saw that the house was bare and empty, and I thought it was robbed. Later, the neighbor next to me told me that it was your friend who found a home furnishing company to steal you.
Everything inside was sold, and my heart suddenly went cold, and I felt like I was in a bad relationship."
Xiang Que nodded solemnly and said: "Well, I don't have any money, and I can't do things like robbing houses and stealing things, so I'm thinking of selling some of your things at home to collect some traveling expenses so I can go out."
"Did you sell some of it? You also sold my two bags of rice and a barrel of soybean oil. There is nothing left."
"The people from the moving company said there is a discount now, so it would be better to sell them all together."
"It's not some, it's not some, it's all sold. Why can't you find the point?" Cao Qingdao yelled angrily: "My family is poor now. Even if a mouse comes in, he has to walk around with tears in his eyes. Xiangque you
So inhuman”
Xiang Que said cutely: "Do my brothers have to be so clear-cut?"
"The key point is that this is not something that a brother can do, right? Don't ignore the word "brother." Cao Qingdao patted his butt and stood up and said, "I don't care, I don't have anything now, you have to support me for a while, what?
At that time, I felt that I was good enough.”
"This is nothing, and it won't last long. Just follow me."
"Xiang Que, tell me honestly, you lied to your son." Cao Qingdao tugged on his sleeve and asked reluctantly: "Do you have money? Let me break it down, how much did you sell my things?
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“Not much, quite affordable”
"How many? You have to have a number, right?"
"Well, it's more than ten thousand yuan, isn't it a lot?"
"Xiang Que, I struck you with a fucking thunderbolt and made you paralyzed. You actually sold me the things I bought for a ridiculous price for a fucking price?"
Xiang Que took Cao Qingdao to eat nearby and then returned to his residence. The two of them didn't sleep well last night and planned to go back to catch up on their sleep.
The landlord's uncle looked at Cao Qingdao who was brought back by Xiang Que. He stared at them blankly for a long time. After introducing Xiang Que to both parties, he said, "My friend will stay here for a few days and then leave."
"How many days? I can survive for a while. It's up to me." Cao Qingdao snorted and said unyieldingly.
The landlord agreed, and after the two of them entered, he slapped his forehead and said with a sudden realization: "Oh my, this is caused by poor business. I made the wrong choice. Why didn't I expect that this guy is different in terms of gender?"
Is there a difference in my choice? It seems that my pimp business needs to be expanded, and there are many good men."
After returning to the room, the two of them lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling with big eyes and small eyes, and did not fall asleep for a while.
Xiang Que asked Cao Qingdao how he was doing after returning to Maoshan.
"I told my master and the head of Maoshan about the Yin Division. Don't worry, I didn't say anything about you or your uncle. I just said that by some strange combination of circumstances, the Yin Commander in the underworld gave me the title of Yin Division.
They didn't doubt it either." Cao Qingdao sighed and said, "This position in the underworld is quite valued in Maoshan."