I am the Great Protector of the Soldier King

The next morning, Zhu Qingyu rented a private house with a brick and wood structure at Zhongnanmen near the bus station. The monthly rent was 200 yuan, which was two or three times cheaper than the rent in the downtown area.

The house Zhu Qingyu rented was a courtyard house built in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. His employer opened two gold shops on the street. He did not come back all day, and only one of his sons was at home.

At this time, the owner's son signed a rental contract with Zhu Qingyu. When Zhu Qingyu saw the signature, he realized that his name was Huang Jiangong.

Huang Jiangong is in his twenties, with a fair complexion and a rosy complexion. He is wearing navy blue work clothes, a white shirt and a red tie. He looks handsome. During the conversation, Zhu Qingyu learned that he worked in the sales department of Wanfu City Real Estate Development Company, with a monthly salary of two thousand yuan, which was considered a high salary in the border town at that time.

After renting a house in the morning, Zhu Qingyu went to the street to find work in the afternoon.

It was midsummer, and the heat wave hit the border town. Zhu Qingyu wore a short-sleeved combat uniform, a pair of breeches bought at a street stall and a pair of artificial leather sandals, and went to the streets to find work.

When he came to the Chengnan Bridge, he saw two advertisements, one for hotel attendants and one for hair salon girls.

"Why isn't there anyone recruiting for manual labor?" Zhu Qingyu thought to himself. He did not expect that the border town was an underdeveloped inland city with no heavy industry, real estate development had just begun, and the demand for migrant workers was relatively small.

At this time, he looked under the bridge and saw seven or eight skinny workers carrying wooden packing boxes to a ship. There were also a large number of packing boxes stacked at the dock, at least two to three hundred pieces.

So Zhu Qingyu walked quickly to the bridge and asked a middle-aged man who was wiping his sweat if he still needed any workers.

The middle-aged man did not answer, pointed to the sun umbrella on the beach, and then continued to carry the goods.

Zhu Qingyu looked towards the beach. Under a blue sun umbrella, a fat, bald man was lying on a wicker chair. He wore sunglasses, had hair on his chest, had two flying dragons tattooed on his arms, and wore a Gold bead necklace.

Next to the bald boss stood five bodyguards wearing white undershirts, each holding iron bars and steel knives in their hands, and a row of throwing knives stuck at their waists.

Zhu Qingyu suddenly felt a murderous aura coming over him, and his first instinct told him that this person was not a kind person.

But in order to make money, he doesn't care what role the other party plays. So he walked under the umbrella and asked: "Boss, do you still need workers?"

Zhu Qingyu thought he would be rejected, but to his surprise, the bald boss sat up, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you want to work?"

"Yes, if you don't cook, how can you eat?" Zhu Qingyu replied.

The bald boss laughed and said, "Go ahead and do it, I'm short of manpower here."

"How much does it cost to carry a box?" Zhu Qingyu asked again.

The bald boss became a little impatient and said with a straight face: "Whenever you work here, you never negotiate the price. You do it first and then talk about it."

Zhu Qingyu thought for a while, so many people have done it, but do they care about me? Once done, just ask him for money.

So he came to the cargo box, picked up a box in one hand, and walked towards the ship on the river.

Zhu Qingyu held the two packing boxes and felt a little heavy. He looked inside the packing box through the gaps between the pine wood strips and found that the porcelain was wrapped in straw.

"Is porcelain so heavy? It's really weird." Zhu Qingyu had a question mark in his heart.

He looked at the other porters, who all seemed to be struggling. Of course, these porters were all skinny and weak.

"It's the 1990s now, and there are still people who don't have enough to eat and clothing to keep warm. This is too weird." Zhu Qingyu asked again.

Driven by curiosity, Zhu Qingyu pulled apart two wooden strips when no one was paying attention, put his hand into the porcelain jar, peeled off a layer of kraft paper on it, and then dug deeper, and felt that there was a small bag inside. Something like flour.

"Could it be that we are smuggling salt or flour? It's impossible. In this day and age, who cares about salt and flour?" Zhu Qingyu thought, suddenly remembering the Supreme Lord's instructions, and pressed the red halo on his belly button with his index finger. This halo has been deeply implanted in his navel, but there is still a bright red circle around it.

When Zhu Qingyu pressed it, two bags of powdery substances clearly appeared in his mind, one bag was salt and the other bag was drugs.

"Extract it quickly, extract it quickly!" Zhu Qingyu heard a small and urgent voice reminding him, and at the same time, a red halo on his navel flashed.

Zhu Qingyu looked around and hid a small bag in his trouser bag.

In less than an hour, all the goods were loaded onto the ship No. 231, and then the inventory and handover of the goods began.

The boat owner is a man about 30 years old. He is short, has shoulder-length hair, and is wearing a Tang suit. Behind him, there were three majestic bodyguards standing.

After the ship owner finished counting, he took out a large brown password box, placed it in front of the bald boss, and said: "Boss Guo, this is the balance of 100 million, you can count it."

The bald boss motioned to the left and right, and the two bodyguards immediately stepped forward to count the money.

At this time, the men and horses on both sides were on high alert, staring at each other, and their swords were at war. Once an abnormality was discovered, a sword fight might occur.

The porters stood outside, all listless and yawning. Zhu Qingyu tiptoed and just stepped forward to observe the situation.

A few minutes later, the two bodyguards finished counting and reported to Boss Guo that the banknotes were in full without any errors.

At this time, the ship owner took out another inspection and handover list and handed it to Boss Guo. Boss Guo glanced at it, took the pen from the bodyguard, and signed the list. Zhu Qingyu Feng could see clearly that there was nothing else on the list, only three hundred pieces of porcelain. Boss Guo signed the three words "Guo Chaolong" at the bottom of the list. Although these three words were flamboyant, Zhu Qingyu was a high school student after all, so he still put them It recognized it.

Then the boat owner also wrote his name on the list. Zhu Qingyu saw that it was the three characters "Li Jianghe", and the characters were written crookedly. It seemed that he was from elementary school education at most.

After the handover was completed, Li Chaolong waved his hand, and the bodyguards ran forward, holding whips in their hands, and shouted fiercely at the porters to get on their way. Freighter No. 231 blew its whistle and headed downstream.

When Zhu Qingyu saw Guo Chaolong and his party were about to walk back, he stood there in a daze. He thought to himself: Why not pay the porters wages and pay them back to themselves, but they have worked for most of the day!

However, Guo Chaolong and his thugs and porters were almost ashore, and they didn't even look at Zhu Qingyu, as if he didn't exist.

Zhu Qingyu's anger arose in his heart, and his hatred grew in his courage. He shouted loudly: "Stop! If we don't pay workers' wages, how can we still have laws!"

Guo Chaolong stopped and looked back at Zhu Qingyu, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Wang Fa? Haha, go and seduce him and let him know what Wang Fa is!" Guo Chaolong said and waved his hand.

The five bodyguards rushed down the river bank like several evil wolves, each using their own tricks to get straight to Zhu Qingyu.

When Zhu Qingyu saw that the attacker was not good-natured, he hurriedly used Ruyi Fist and Palm. He moved to dodge, fist and palm, using force carefully, not wanting to kill the opponent. Despite this, his palm wind was still fierce, preventing several bodyguards from getting close. Sharp knives, axes, and iron rods fell from their hands one after another. Then there were a few crisp sounds of "Pap Pap Pap", and all five bodyguards fell on the river beach. on the cobblestones.

Guo Chaolong could see clearly on the shore. Although his shocked expression was not noticed under his Ray-Ban sunglasses, a chill suddenly rushed into his heart: several bodyguards were hired after thousands of selections, and they were actually there. They all fell to the ground within ten seconds. Was there any mistake?

There were three vehicles parked on the bank of the bridge, an Audi off-road vehicle, a Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle and a Dongfeng truck. Guo Chaolong whistled towards the business car, and six tall, masked men immediately got out of the car. They held various instruments and rushed towards the shore.

"Give me my salary!" Zhu Qingyu shouted, rushing ashore and grabbing Guo Chaolong.

But as soon as he landed at the port, he saw a protective shield and a masked man behind the shield. He thought it was someone from the Public Security Bureau who knew that drugs were being traded here and came to arrest Guo Chaolong, so he froze there and did not take any action.

Unexpectedly, before he could react, a pungent and choking mist hit his face, causing him to burst into tears. He immediately realized that the other party was using pepper spray, but just as he was protecting his face with both hands, At that moment, several electric rods hit his abdomen like lightning, and he collapsed instantly.

At this time, he noticed that the halo on his navel was flashing, and a small voice repeatedly reminded: "Use the immortal power quickly, and escape quickly! Use the immortal power quickly, and escape quickly!"

Zhu Qingyu's whole body was limp, but his consciousness was still clear. He quickly pressed his belly button twice, and his body suddenly hung in the air and flew down from the bank to the river beach.

"Puchi-"

"Pongcha——"

The sound of shotgun and pistol bullets came to Zhu Qingyu's ears.

Darling, the *** still uses a gun. If I had known it, I would have asked for the wages. This is a drug gang and can do anything!

Zhu Qingyu's first thought was that he had to escape for his life. He rushed straight to the river and plunged into the Sanjiang River. <