Seeing this, Lu Jiu narrowed his eyes and said oh.
He would not believe the nonsense Ji Dabao said.
There is no self-service bank on Xiaoji Island. It is open 24 hours a day, so you can save money at any time.
So Ji Dabao must be lying.
Lu Jiu felt that Ji Dabao must have collected enough money in a hurry and forgot to save it.
But the fact is that Ji Dabao didn't know what the new landlord's temper was like, and it would be bad if he was angry because he paid the rent late, so he thought of coming to express his apology in person.
But Lu Jiu didn't care about these.
In the past few days, he had also noticed that Ah Qi's offal business was getting worse and worse.
Probably the novelty of a group of customers has worn off.
In this case, wouldn't this kid Ah Qi want to become an assassin?
Lu Jiu suddenly realized this problem.
Glancing at Ji Dabao in front of him, Lu Jiu smiled: "Okay, I've received the rent. If there's nothing else, I'll go back first."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door of his house.
Ji Dabao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.
Lu Jiu was not angry because he paid the rent late, which shows that he is not a difficult person to get along with.
However, Ji Dabao couldn't help but sigh when he thought that Ah Qi's beef offal business was getting worse and worse.
"It seems that I need to consider changing careers..."
After muttering, Ji Dabao turned around and walked towards home.
He decided to go home and look for ways to make enough money.
…
Two more days passed.
Wu Liuqi's cattle cart was parked in front of the gate of Ruozhi Primary School as always.
However, the children carrying schoolbags coming and going rarely stopped in front of the cattle cart.
Ji Dabao was standing next to the cattle cart smoking a cigar, while Wu Liuqi was bored and squatting next to Ji Dabao because there was no business coming to the door.
"Dabao, our business has been getting worse and worse recently..."
Looking at the children coming and going, Wu Liuqi clenched his chin and said somewhat depressedly.
Wu Liuqi also struggled with the deterioration of his business.
For example, fancy playing with scissors, fancy cutting of beef offal, etc.
But business still hasn't improved.
Ji Dabao didn't say anything after hearing this and took a puff of his cigar.
Suddenly, an idea occurred to him.
Ji Dabao turned his head and looked at Wu Liuqi seriously: "Ah Qi, what do you think would happen if you were a powerful assassin?"
A powerful assassin?
Wu Liuqi was stunned when he heard this.
Then he murmured to himself: "If I were a powerful assassin..."
As they talked, one person and one chicken fell into a magnificent dream scene.
In the sinful city, an assassin wearing a white hooded sweater glanced at the photo in his hand and tore it into pieces.
Then he jumped down from the cliff, broke into the building where the target person was like a falcon, and started killing him.
With swords and swords flashing and blood splattering everywhere, the hooded assassin killed his target neatly and completed his mission.
Arriving in front of the employer, the employer nodded with satisfaction and threw out a box full of money.
"As expected, he is indeed the number one assassin. He completed the mission so quickly. Here is 100 million! Take it!"
However, the assassin in the white sweatshirt looks honest and honest, but in fact he is an assassin with no emotions.
Whoosh!
The sword in his hand flashed away, cutting the money box in front of him and his employer in two.
"I'm sorry, someone offered me a higher level to kill you."
The assassin in a white hoodie retracted his knife with an indifferent expression and said coldly.
He turned and left without hesitation.
On the way out, the assassin in the white sweater couldn't help laughing...
"Hey hey hey...that's great!"
One person and one chicken were intoxicated in the wonderful fantasy and said in unison.
However, a little kid with a watermelon head came over.
“Boss, let’s have a bowl of beef offal!”
This voice shattered Wu Liuqi's fantasy in an instant. He finally got a business, but he couldn't let it go!
"Okay, come right away!"
He flashed and appeared next to the cattle cart.
"Would you like some chili?"
"More beef lungs and less tripe!"
The watermelon-headed brat has obviously eaten beef offal many times.
Wu Liuqi's eyes narrowed, and he gave a low drink. He held the spoon in one hand and used the scissors with the other hand.
Then, with a few swipes, the silver-white knife light flashed, and the beef offal was instantly cut into small pieces one after another and fell into the bowl.
Putting on the coriander, Wu Liuqi curled up the corners of his mouth and controlled the rotating scissors in his hands.
If you have never seen this juggling act, you may be very interested.
But the watermelon-headed brat has obviously seen him more than once.
He curled his lips and said, "Tie, with so many fancy things, it's not just an ordinary bowl of beef offal..."
When Wu Liuqi heard this, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he could no longer maintain his expert demeanor.
At this time, Chicken Dabao next to him used the long-lost rocket headbutt on the watermelon-headed kid.
Bang——
"oops!"
The little kid screamed in pain, losing his ability to fight, and the effect of the rocket headbutt was outstanding.
“Go home and eat oxtail!”
Ji Dabao said angrily.
These little brats love the new and hate the old, they are really annoying!
"Ah Qi, stop selling offal."
After that, Ji Dabao did a beautiful backflip and jumped onto the cattle cart, pointing his hand forward handsomely.
"Let's be assassins!"
"The salary is high! Good benefits! Flexible working hours! There are also bonuses and overseas travel at the end of the year! Where can you find such a good job!"
Ji Dabao said with a look like "You will lose money if you don't go" and "This job is so good".
However, Wu Liuqi felt that these words sounded a bit familiar.
He walked up to Ji Dabao with the scissors and said weakly: "You said the same thing before when you sold offal..."
This sentence undoubtedly touched Ji Dabao's heart.
He did indeed say the same thing when he was selling beef offal before.
Thinking of this, Ji Dabao sweated on his forehead.
The eyes under his sunglasses rolled, Ji Dabao coughed, put his hands behind his back, turned his head, and said in a serious tone: "Don't you want to know your past..."
When Wu Liuqi heard this, he immediately thought of what the uncle had said before.
Thinking of this, his eyes narrowed. Does Dabao know some secrets?
"Is my life experience related to assassins?"
Wu Liuqi asked with a serious look.
At this moment, his mind had already imagined ten thousand possible reasons for his life experience.
However, Ji Dabao said: "Of course there is no plan..."
Wu Liuqi's face suddenly fell when he heard this.
"However, as long as we raise enough money, I can take you to the country of St. The science and technology there is advanced and there is no disease that cannot be cured!"
"Cure your amnesia and you will be able to know your life experience!"
Ji Dabao took a puff of his cigar and said.
"How much do you need to earn?" Wu Liuqi scratched his face and asked in confusion.
Ji Dabao smiled when he heard this, spit out the second-hand smoke from his mouth, and threw his cigar into the sky.