Douluo: Legend of Time Dragon

More than half an hour later, Dao Scarzhong's younger brother came over with money.

All are in Hong Kong dollars with a face value of 500, a total of 100, 50000 yuan.

Dao Scarzhong felt his heart bleed as he watched his younger brother hand the money to Jiang Sen.

These are all the money he saved from selling washing powder.

Jiang Sen, this little bastard, is good at eating, drinking, whoring, gambling and playing with women. He will probably spend all the money in his hands within three months.

Dao Scarzhong stood up and said, "Asen, shall I leave first?"

Jiang Sen said with a smile on his face: "Why are you leaving in such a hurry? Let's chat for a while."

"Next time, I made an appointment with Boss Chen from Hongguang Restaurant to talk about something."

"Since Brother Zhong has something to do, I won't delay you. Let's have tea together later."

"Mmmmmmm..."

Dao Scarzhong nodded and left eagerly with his two younger brothers.

He really didn't want to see Jiang Sen's hateful face for a minute now.

As for what the IOU was, Jiang Sen didn't say anything, so naturally he wouldn't mention it.

Today he has a gun, his boss, but he can't always carry a gun with him.

If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely let him spit it out with profit.

Here Jiang Sen stood in front of the window, watching Dao Baizhong's car leave, then turned and entered the bedroom.

Zhu Xiaojuan was sitting on the bed in a daze, with blood stains on her face and bruises on her body. When she saw Jiang Sen come in, a bright light appeared in her eyes, but then it went out again.

She betrayed Dao Scarzhong and betrayed Jiang Sen without withstanding the beating. If Jiang Sen had not had a gun, according to Dao Scarzhong's character, he would have been hacked to death.

So she had no shame in asking Jiang Sen to forgive her.

Jiang Sen experienced countless life and death tests in his previous life, and also saw countless dark human natures. He could naturally see Zhu Xiaojuan's thoughts at a glance, but he was too lazy to explain.

He took out a thick wad of money from his pocket and threw it next to her without counting it.

"You can take the money and do whatever you want. Besides, he won't trouble you again in the future, at least until he kills me."

Zhu Xiaojuan was shocked at first. When she saw a stack of Hong Kong dollars with large denominations beside the bed, she was immediately surprised and said: "Here, where did you get such a lot of money?"

Zhu Xiaojuan asked, then reacted and said in surprise: "Asen, are you crazy? You actually dare to blackmail him?"

Jiang Sen said impatiently: "Okay, mind yourself, I'm leaving!"

After speaking, he turned and left.

Zhu Xiaojuan was stunned for a moment, hugged his waist from behind, and cried: "I'm sorry Asen, I... I'm so scared..."

Jiang Sen let her hug him for a while, then opened her arm and left without looking back.

The man kept his word and said that if he doesn’t sleep with his sister-in-law, he will never sleep with her again!

Unless Scar is loyal to death.

Zhu Xiaojuan cried and shouted from behind: "Asen, take care..."

……

……

Following the guidance of his memory, Jiang Sen took a taxi to his residence in Kowloon Walled City.

The song "Little Li Flying Knives" composed by Gu Jiahui came from the radio.

It’s rare to have good skills

Love can never be broken

Can't get through, tender and sweet

Swinging swords to no avail

……

My ears listened to the familiar melody, and my eyes looked through the glass window at the colorful world outside.

In the 70s, Hong Kong was extremely developed. There were many high-rise buildings, row after row, cars and motorcycles parked on the roadside, cars of various brands speeding past on the road, and double-decker buses passing through the narrow streets.

At the same time, there are many housing estates mixed in between high-rise buildings, and there are rickshaws waiting for passengers at the intersection.

Pedestrians on the road are crowded and walking in a hurry.

Wear mainly white shirts, trousers, and leather shoes.

The more fashionable one is to change the trousers into bell-bottom trousers that are narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, which is very contemporary.

As he watched, Jiang Sen's eyes reappeared in front of his eyes, and the warriors from his previous life reappeared, and the deafening shouts of killing echoed in his ears...

The car passed through the bustling Mong Kok and Kowloon City areas and arrived at the Kowloon Walled City - a lawless place where no one cares.

This slum with a total area of ​​only 0.26 square kilometers is home to 5 people, making it the most densely populated area in the world.

The streets and alleys are narrow and winding, and 90.00% of the area inside does not see sunlight. The day is like night, forming a sharp contrast with the bustling main city.

Gangsters, robbers, smugglers, drug addicts, prostitutes...all the criminal elements you can imagine are concentrated here.

At the same time, the crime rate here is the lowest in Hong Kong, and there is a strict underground management system.

If you rob and steal outside, you will only serve a few years in jail if you are caught. If you steal and rob here, your hands will be chopped off, or you will even be beaten to death on the spot.

In addition, the land rent here is low, prices are cheap, and there is no need to pay any taxes.

Because of this, some small manufacturing factories have moved into the Walled City one after another, providing low-priced products to residents in the city. These products are also sold throughout Xiangjiang. According to incomplete statistics, [-]% of the fish balls in Xiangjiang come from the Kowloon Walled City.

In addition to factories and workshops, there are also schools, nursing homes, neighborhood welfare associations, youth centers in the walled city...

At this time, the price of houses in Kowloon City has reached nearly 3000 yuan per square meter, and a 100-square-meter house costs 30 yuan.

Jiang Sen couldn't afford to rent an apartment in the city, so he had to live in the walled city. The rent here was much cheaper than outside.

The 300-foot "rooftop mansion" he shares with others would cost at least NT$300 in Kowloon City, but here it only costs HK$50 a month, which is surprisingly cheap.

Following the winding and narrow corridors to the roof of the 7th floor, the entire journey was filthy, and the air was filled with the stench of feces and urine.

When I got to the door, I touched my pants pocket and found that I had dropped my key.

He picked up a piece of steel wire from the ground, fiddled with it twice in the keyhole, and then turned the door handle, and the security door opened smoothly.

This is not Jiang Sen's skill, but a craft inherited from his predecessor.

Throwing away the wire, he walked into the house.

His room was messier than Zhu Xiaojuan's room, and because it was on the top floor, after being exposed to the sun for a day, the inside of the room was like a steamer, with waves of heat mixed with the sour smell of decay hitting his nostrils.

After staying in the house for less than 3 minutes, my forehead was already covered with sweat.

In fact, the summer temperature in the late Song Dynasty was much higher than that in Xiangjiang today. Especially in the camp, it was not only hot, but also mosquitoes were rampant, and the environment was very harsh.

It goes without saying that he was able to stay in that kind of environment for ten years, and his perseverance was certainly evident.

But the key point is that this body now is no longer the hardened body of the previous life.

"Why should I come here?"

Jiang Sen asked to himself.

Then he remembered that coming here was just a subconscious act. In fact, he didn't know where he should go?

It was obvious that no one could live here, and the rags and clothes were of no value, so he simply didn't want them anymore. He closed the door and left. He planned to change to a better house.

There’s no shortage of money anyway, so why abuse yourself?He's not a masochist.

When I came downstairs along the stairs, my stomach growled with hunger.

In his previous life, he had not eaten for three days and nights.

Because the knife wound was infected, he had a high fever, vomiting and diarrhea. He vomited everything he ate and couldn't even take a sip of water.

I randomly found a roadside noodle shop downstairs and ordered beef noodles.

Soon, the generous portion of noodles arrived. The red soup was topped with finely chopped green onions, thick slices of beef + chewy noodles, and the aroma of the noodles hit your nostrils.

The glutton in Jiang Sen's stomach was aroused, so he took the chili noodles and sprinkled some of them into it, then buried his head and ate it with big mouthfuls.

After finishing the bowl of noodles in a hurry, Jiang Sen felt his stomach and found that he was only half full, so he shouted: "Boss, have another bowl."

"Okay Brother Sen, wait a moment."

The boss, who is in his fifties, sounds like he is from Mainland China.

Jiang Sen chatted casually with the boss for a few words, and it turned out that he was an HN citizen.

Soon the boss came over with a face in his hand and said with a smile: "When did Brother Sen learn Mandarin?"

Jiang Sen smiled and said nothing, lowered his head and chewed slowly.

The boss didn't ask any further questions and turned around to get busy.

Although the cost of living in the Walled City is very low, everyone hopes that one day they can live in a spacious and bright house in the city through hard work.

Unfortunately, they don’t know that no matter how hard they try, they will never be able to keep up with the rising housing prices in Hong Kong.

Jiang Sen's lowered face also showed a sad look.

Because he thought of his parents in that time and space.

"I don't know if they are still in this world? I'll look for a chance to go back to the mainland to see them."

Jiang Sen murmured.

But then I suddenly remembered that it was 1976. According to time calculation, even if their parents existed, they were only six or seven years old now...

Just when Jiang Sen was depressed, there was a sudden noise in his ears. Five men speaking inland and coastal dialects sat on the table diagonally opposite him while laughing and chatting. The topic of conversation was exactly what happened this morning. That big robbery case.

"Those brothers were too fierce. They took guns biubiubiu and shot at Xiangjiang's policemen, beating them until they couldn't even lift their heads."

"Nonsense, those people are definitely YZ veterans. How can those Xiangjiang cops who haven't even killed a single person fight?"

"Yeah, 200 million. If I had that much money, I would definitely go back to my hometown, build a big house for my mother, marry a beautiful woman, and have some fat boys."

"What's the use of just envying others? Let's take action and do something big..."