The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 96 Liang Zhu (Part )

In the dark night, there was a fire.

As soon as Qin Huai entered his memory, he felt like he had arrived at a crime scene.

He stood outside the warehouse, which was on fire and screaming from time to time. Next to him was a handsome man wearing a slim-fitting long coat, dressed like a rich young man from a Western family in a Republican TV series.

Yes, handsome guy.

A traditionally handsome guy.

He has a high nose bridge, regular facial features, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. Even if he can't play the handsome male lead in a TV series, he can at least play the affectionate second male lead.

Add to that the blood-stained box of gold bars, jewels, and dollars in front of him, which were dazzling against the firelight, and the current scene was very similar to—

Crime scene.

This doesn't look like anything at all, this is simply a crime scene!
Qin Huai stared at the handsome guy in front of him in amazement. He could vaguely see the shadow of an older version of Luo Jun in his eyes and eyebrows.

No, how come there is not a single word about such an exciting scene in the synopsis?

Didn’t Luo Jun say that he robbed a few bandits?
Now this scene...

Qin Huai looked at the burning warehouse, and then at Luo Jun who was counting the jewels and gold bars in the boxes, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the blood off the jewels.

The people in the warehouse didn't look like bandits. Instead, Luo Jun looked more like a fierce gangster.

Is it true that the original accumulation of capital depends entirely on robbing?

After Luo Jun finished the inventory, he closed the box happily. Seeing that there was no one around, he did not hide anything. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette, put it to his lips and blew gently.

The cigarette was lit, and Luo Jun calmly finished smoking it under the firelight, flicked the ash, and left in a leisurely manner carrying the suitcase.

After walking for a while, Luo Jun arrived at the pier. There were several rickshaw drivers on the roadside, curled up beside their rickshaws and taking a nap. Luo Jun walked up to a rickshaw driver who looked strong and fast, and touched him with his box.

The rickshaw driver opened his eyes immediately. Before he could react, a smile appeared on his face. He stood up quickly and asked, "Sir, where are you going?"

Then the rickshaw driver looked back and found that there seemed to be a fire not far away.

"Richard's Hotel." Luo Jun threw a small dollar to the rickshaw driver, who happily accepted it and started driving hard after Luo Jun got on the rickshaw.

Fast and stable, very professional.

Qin Huai was running behind. With the experience of the initial dryland marathon, he felt well with this long-distance run.

After arriving at the hotel entrance, Luo Jun threw another dollar to the rickshaw driver, who was so happy that he kept saying auspicious words. Luo Jun walked straight into the hotel. Whether it was the receptionist or the staff, they all greeted Luo Jun very skillfully, and it was obvious at a glance that he was a regular customer.

Qin Huai followed behind, looking at the interior decoration of the hotel in amazement.

It’s good to be a gangster, you get rich.

This was eighty or ninety years ago. When it was cold at night, rickshaw pullers could only wear short jackets whose color you couldn't tell and were so dirty that they were covered with patina. They would huddle beside their rickshaws and take naps while working.

Luo Jun's outfit is not to be mentioned, it is almost as good as the male lead's outfit in a TV series. The hotel where he stayed was brightly lit, western style, with wool carpets, and even the stone pillars at the door of the hotel were carved with patterns.

There is even an elevator in the hotel.

If the inner city and outer city of Peking are two different worlds in Chen Huihong's memory, then the hotel and the outside world are two completely different eras in Luo Jun's memory.

Luo Jun was walking in the corridor carrying a box.

The corridor is covered with thick wool carpet, which is not only comfortable to walk on but also makes no noise when walking on it.

The door of one room was half open, and the sound of mahjong tiles colliding could be heard from inside. At the door of the room, a middle-aged man with a big belly and wearing a long robe was smoking a pipe. When he saw Luo Jun, he greeted him enthusiastically.

"Mr. Luo, do you want to play mahjong? Old Huang is in a hurry to go back to see his new eighth concubine. He made an excuse that he has to go to Gusu tomorrow and has to be back at 12 o'clock. We are short of one person."

"Stop fighting. I have to go to the theater tomorrow." Someone inside shouted, "The theater is tonight, so let's fight until 5 o'clock, eat a plate of fried dumplings and rest. We won't be late for the theater."

"What do you know? Mr. Luo wants to watch Liang Zhu. That troupe starts at 2 p.m. Do you think it's one of those theaters that opens at night?"

"Where did this troupe come from? Why is the show starting so early?"

"I don't know, but it seems that she became famous in some rural area, and she is good at singing the Liang Zhu opera. Mr. Luo likes to listen to it, and has been going there for several days in a row."

The man smoking at the door did not join the conversation inside. He smiled and asked Luo Jun: "Mr. Luo, have you heard that the Shi family troupe has a new mechanical play? I heard that there are flying figures. Do you want me to help you get a good seat?"

Luo Jun became interested and nodded slightly: "It sounds interesting."

"I know you like it. Everyone in Shanghai knows that you like watching plays, listening to music, watching movies, and reading newspapers. You really are worthy of being someone who studied abroad. You are different from those of us who play mahjong all night long."

"I won't keep you any longer. I'm short of one and need another. By the way, I heard that a small gang offended you some time ago and blackmailed you. You..."

"It's solved." Luo Jun said calmly.

"I heard that the gang is behind..."

"We solved it all at once."

Under the middle-aged man's surprised gaze, Luo Jun continued to walk forward with the box. The middle-aged man quickly closed the door, doing it gently and slowly.

Luo Jun's room is just in front.

The room was large and luxuriously decorated. Every item in the room looked valuable, even the candlesticks were gilded, and there was even a flush toilet, which made Qin Huai marvel.

Of course, what’s even more amazing is that the room is full of newspapers.

The newspapers were stacked together and placed neatly, with the top one being the day's. Qin Huai took a quick look and found that they were not serious newspapers.

There is no current affairs, no mutual attacks, no finance, it’s all fiction.

All the contents of the newspapers Qin Huai could see were serialized novels.

Luo Jun put the box aside, picked up a newspaper from the table and began to read it with relish.

He even read the Shushan cultivation novel.

Not only did he read it, but he also wrote a letter to the author and sent it to the newspaper.

Qin Huai:......

No wonder Luo Jun was able to live for ninety-two years in his first life. In addition to his high martial arts skills, which allowed him to be a bandit and rob other bandits to ensure his quality of life, his hobbies were also very stable.

Eighty or ninety years ago, people liked to read novels about cultivating immortals, and eighty or ninety years later, people liked to watch fantasy dramas.

After writing the letter, Luo Jun turned off the lights, drew the curtains and went to sleep.

Qin Huai glanced at the clock on the wall. It was just past 11 o'clock. His schedule was much healthier than Luo Jun's current one.

Luo Jun's work and rest schedule is very healthy, but the work and rest schedules in the next few rooms are very bad. The lights are bright, there is a lot of noise, mahjong tiles are clashing, and people are smoking. In addition, there are some scenes that cannot be broadcast. They are noisy until dawn before they rest. It is not an exaggeration to describe them as living a life of drunkenness and debauchery.

Luo Jun woke up at 6 o'clock. The hotel waiter had been waiting at the door for a long time, holding a stack of newspapers, and asked Luo Jun if he wanted to ask someone to buy breakfast.

Luo Jun handed the letter to the waiter, specified a store's porridge, side dishes and buns, and the waiter went to work.

Luo Jun lay comfortably on the sofa in the room and read a novel.

Qin Huai:......

No, what worries could there be in such a carefree life?
Are you here to survive the tribulation?
You are here simply for vacation. Do you know what kind of life Chen Huihong next door lives?

(End of this chapter)