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Chapter 81 Pigeon Market

(Negative emotion value balance: 3156)

At the door of Yi Zhonghai's house, Xiao Dangzheng said goodbye to him cordially.

"Goodbye Grandpa!"

The words "grandpa" comforted Yi Zhonghai. He put down the cigarette in his hand and stroked Xiaodang's hair with a smile.

Now Qin Huairu and Jia Zhang are staying with Banggan in the hospital, while Xiaodang stays at home as if they have forgotten them.

Yi Zhonghai had this intention in the first place. How could he miss such a good opportunity and let Xiaodang eat noodles at home.

Noodles are fine grains, so Yi Zhonghai has made a big difference this time.

Xiaodang didn't want to continue living with Qin Huairu's family. She knew Yi Zhonghai's intentions, so she followed his wishes, behaved well and was willing to get close to him.

There were other sounds in the yard, such as bangs hitting a child.

There is no other reason, I just had a fight with Xu Damao today and did not take advantage.

There was also Yan Laoxi's muttering about asking for accounts from the children.

Of course He Yuzhu couldn't hear it, otherwise why would he install this soundproofing facility? He was sleeping with his wife in his arms at the moment.



When I wake up, I feel full!

He rode his bicycle to the factory, but the happiest person today was not him, but MCA.

MCA is taking devilish steps at this moment, humming an unknown song.

He Yuzhu sat on the small bench, looking at such a magical pace, he couldn't help but ask:

"MCA, what's wrong with you today? Are you eating candy and chicken poop?"

Ma Hua, who was still intoxicated in his own world, was woken up by He Yuzhu's voice.

"Hey! Master, you are here. Are you out of water? Or out of tea? Or is the bench broken?"

"Everything is fine. I see you are so happy today. What's wrong? Does your father-in-law approve of you?"

Ma Hua looked embarrassed, but couldn't help but laugh: "Not yet, but I guess it will be soon. Director Qian asked me to visit his home tonight."

This guy from MCA regards the agreement he made with Director Qian as the result of his own efforts. No wonder it’s like eating honey.

He Yuzhu didn't point it out, just let him be happy.

I made a facial mask using the five-pointed star cucumber slices given by the little fat man.

I have to say that the little fat man’s knife skills have improved, and now he can make them the same size, but there is still a big problem with the thickness.

After finishing the facial mask, I went to the factory director's office. From now on, the first thing in the morning is to ask the factory director about my daily spare time activities, in case there is a situation that the jelly man cannot handle.



Ran Qiuye had already taken off the gauze and was now reading a newspaper with gritted teeth.

The first photo was a huge photo of her with a rice dumpling head and He Yuzhu. I thought that others would recognize her.

Unexpectedly, there is actually a text introduction below. Teacher Ran Qiuye, the second-grade class teacher of No. 1 Primary School, was killed by Comrade He Yuzhu of the steel rolling mill... (How to save heroically)

"Good guy! Just read my ID number. Sure enough, nothing good will happen if you meet that guy."

He looked at his rice dumpling head in the newspaper, and then at the "bright" smile on He Yuzhu's face.



"Ding! Negative emotion value +5×3."

He Yuzhu was coming out of the factory director's office with a newspaper at the moment. He received a reward inexplicably, which made him a little confused.

Now he has several fixed values ​​every day, one is the reward from the unknown boss in the morning, and the other is the reward from Mr. Jia at night.

Occasionally, there will be inexplicable negative emotions mixed in, but they are always one or two points.

He can understand this. He is handsome and has a good position, so he will inevitably be jealous.

A relatively large reward suddenly came, which made him a little confused.

"Forget it, never mind, I have done so many good things, some people must still remember my good deeds, maybe they suddenly remembered it, their conscience found out, and sent them a reward."

This makes perfect sense!

Even after this newspaper came out, he was considered a public figure and would no longer be able to skip work and show off in public, which made him a little unhappy.

Thinking of an even more outrageous thing, the old factory director told him that in order to prevent the big boss from being affected, he had to be picked up and dropped off by a car every time he went to cook to prevent others from seeing him.

Since the last time the big boss had a taste of his craftsmanship, he always came to see him every now and then. He used to go there on his bicycle, but now he can't and is easily seen.

There is nothing much going on today. There is a robot for fishing, so he can get off work now.

He took out Xu Damao's human skin mask, put it on his backhand, and walked out of the factory in a swaggering manner.

The question is, what to do now?

It would be a pity to wear Xu Damao's human skin mask and not do something bad.

At this moment, a ball rolled down in front of him. As a football player in his previous life, it was inevitable that his feet would be itchy, so he put on a show on the spot.

"Uncle, can you teach us how to play football?"

A few little kids saw such a fancy performance and said, "Coach, I want to learn."

I was just about to say, "When I don't have time to play with you."

Suddenly I remembered: "Who am I? I am Xu Damao, Xu Damao who does all kinds of evil."

He crushed the ball with one kick and said arrogantly: "Kick the ball again!"

"Ding! Negative emotions +5×6."

Looking at the thirty points of negative emotion points he received, He Yuzhu felt that his world was brightening up.

"It's hard to do good things, but it's easy to do bad things. What are you going to do later? Why don't you go to the women's bathhouse?"

After thinking about it for ten seconds, He Yuzhu gave up the idea. It wasn't that he didn't dare, but it was just ten o'clock in the morning and there must be no one there.

So the question is, what should we do now?

After thinking for a long time, he decided to find a place with deep water to see if he could fish in troubled waters.

The roots of the old imperial city in Xicheng.

He Yuzhu vaguely remembers that this place is the largest gathering place for ghost markets.

He is still very curious about the ghost market. It is said that the water inside is very deep, but with his current strength, he believes he can grasp it.

The reason why ghost market is called ghost market:

First, there are a lot of ghosts in the market, fake things, things of unknown origin, and illegal things.

Second, the ghost market opens in the early morning before dawn. As soon as the sky is clear, it will naturally disperse like the mist blown by the morning breeze. It comes and goes without a trace. It is neither organized nor managed, like wild onions in the wasteland.

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There are definitely no pigeons in broad daylight now, but there are still some scattered pigeons here.

The things sold in the pigeon market are relatively normal, mainly tickets, cigarettes, cloth, grain, poultry and the like.

This is still speculation, and the police are still cracking down on it, but now the crackdown is less intense.

After walking around the pigeon market, there were not many people selling goods, and of course not many people buying things.

We just chatted in a low voice for a while, and after the price was agreed upon, we inspected the goods first, and if there were no problems, we went to trade in the alleys.

After the transaction, both the buyer and the seller left in a hurry.

"Brother, do you want a ticket? I have various tickets here, including fine grain stamps, coarse grain stamps, and meat stamps." A lean and capable guy saw He Yuzhu wandering around the pigeon market and chatted up.

He Yuzhu didn't expect that he was an acquaintance. It was Li Xia whom he met at Lei Laoliu's house, but now he was wearing a mask and Li Xia couldn't recognize him.

"Brother, is your business okay? How much do these types of tickets cost?" He Yuzhu asked.

The voice was loud and many people looked over. Li Xia quickly pulled him aside.

"Oh, my brother, please keep your voice down, this business can barely support the family, and you can't make much money.

Coarse grain stamps cost 30 cents per catty, fine grain stamps cost 50 cents per catty, and meat stamps cost one dollar per catty.

If you really want it, I can give you a cheaper price."

Li Xia whispered in a low voice.


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