Wicked Soldier King

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Although Xu Yun and Ruan Qingshuang are well aware that such dim businesses like casinos and chicken coops will not open for business in the daytime, they still look for them at the address Hua Zhongxiong told them. Less than a morning, it was easy to find a place. According to Hua Zhongxiong's description, this is a place where a video screening hall is hung, and there is a place for gambling hidden in it.

Of course, that was all a few years ago. In this society, I am afraid that no matter how backward it is, there is no such place as a video hall. After all, the pace of social development is advancing by leaps and bounds, and even Internet cafes have been in decline for many years. Except for large clubs, a considerable part of them are still alive, let alone video halls, which have long disappeared.

Now Xu Yun is in front of a teahouse. Ruan Qingshuang can't help but frown: "We didn't find the wrong place, wouldn't it be that person who remembered it wrong? How could there be any video recording room? Is this not a teahouse? We Would you like to make another phone call and make sure. "

"No need to ask." Xu Yun said: "Sister Shuang, the casinos are all selling sheep's meat with sheep's heads. It was just a few years ago that the sheep's head was hung here, and now the goat's head is hung. But the essence remains the same and it is still sold inside. The dog meat. Hua Zhongxiong even suffered from depression because of this matter, I believe he will never remember the wrong place. "

"Gambling in the teahouse?" Ruan Qingshuang was a little confused. She hadn't really been to a place like the teahouse, but she consciously thought it was a place where literati and elegant men sat together to drink tea and talk about it. The person drinking tea should be a writer or a painter. Whatever, everyone talks about creation together, how to criticize reality or deliver positive energy through the work. How could it be a casino!

Xu Yun shrugged his shoulders. How many mahjong tables are there in a few teahouses without making secret doors? Otherwise, who will drink tea? Literati There are more private clubs in the high-end atmosphere, how can the small teahouses on the street attract the pretentious guys? This is not derogatory and ironic. If you are not engaged in literary pretensions, then you will not have the capital to write the ancient good works of Liufang!

Of course, this is to say that a true writer is not a literary lover who is dissatisfied with half a bottle.

Perhaps the place where the sheep ’s head is selling dog meat has been changed to a teahouse, and it will not prevent gambling people from coming here to fight hard during the day. But during the day is not the time, Xu Yun is not stupid enough to cause trouble for himself. After determining the place, he took Ruan Qingshuang temporarily away.

Although Nanjiang ’s specialty snacks are well-known, they are not suitable for Ruan Qingshuang ’s appetite. Xu Yun is so relishing that he eats. He can now cite a hundred examples of the food around China. Eat, you ca n’t waste anything if you can fill your stomach.

For a person like Xu Yun who has been hungry in a mountain forest, there is no food that is unpleasant. He swallowed snake galls, chewed bean bugs hard, and when he was hungry, even the ant nest could be pulled out and suffocated with a water tank ... Of course, those severe field survival training were already a thing of the past, but But it made Xu Yun's frugal habit.

Only those who have been hungry know the value of food.

Seeing that Ruan Qingshuang was really difficult to import some things, Xu Yun was not ambiguous. He directly helped her to solve everything, and soon she was full. Ruan Qingshuang was thoughtful, and she had no appetite, but Xu Yun couldn't help but bought a Baiji steamed bun on the way back to the hotel.

Finally, when the West Mountain is sunset, the street lights in Nanjiang City have also been turned on, and the traffic on the road is not sparse. For such a city that depends on coal mines, the luxury cars on the streets are enough to hold a car show in the small county. Especially those large SUVs, Land Rover Range Rover, BMW X5, Grand Cherokee, and Xu Yunkai's Porsche Cayenne are not rare on this road. From time to time, you can see Barbosa's nearly ten million six-wheel off-road ...

Let's just say that luxury cars under 5 million won't have any sense of superiority here. The A8 and 7 series or Mercedes-Benz S-class, like the A6, 5 series and E-class in the small county, are really bad. Main street. What Ferrari Lamborghini and the like are rare, because the road conditions in this city are not very good, potholes, so off-road vehicles will be concerned. In contrast, supercars are much less, and only a few guys who are not afraid of playing with a rotten chassis will run the whole wild cow against the ground ... It's a storm.

When Xu Yun drove to this tea house, many cars were parked outside the tea house. From the imported Audi Q7 to the domestically produced Changfeng Cheetah, there are cars at any price. Just for this, Xu Yun can also be sure that this is a place that sells dog meat on the sheep's head. Have you seen a few cultured people who would drive a Changfeng cheetah out for tea?

After all, driving licenses were not popular when the older generation, cultural people generally do not drive, which is like the present, the streets are full of street killers, either busy or chaotic ... Sometimes, I really think that kind of The adult with the child running the red light is not a thing, you have no quality, there is no medicine to save, then you ca n’t harm the child? The quality should start from the doll, and the red light and the green light are the most basic things.

The Chinese-style way of crossing the road has long been mocked by other countries in the world more than once. Traffic lights are a fart in the eyes of some pedestrians, and so are some drivers. Traffic lights that do not have a camera are furnishings. No deductions anyway ...

Xu Yun and Ruan Qingshuang got out of the car to lock the car and walked straight into the teahouse.

The teahouse proprietress greeted with a smile: "Yo, the two are here again, please invite them inside and drink something?"

The person who opened the door to do business was greeted with smiles to everyone, and the people who had never seen it were like regular customers who turned back, and there was no pressure to greet them. Don't look at the beauty of Ruan Qingshuang who is smiling on the surface, I don't know if I have cursed a few fox spirits.

It ’s not a vixen who gambles money with men? It ’s a man ’s plaything.

"We didn't come to drink tea, we came to find someone." Ruan Qingshuang didn't have so many flowers, and immediately came straight to the point. Xu Yun knew that she was anxious, and it was not easy to say anything. After all, it was news of her brother that everyone was worried.

I did n’t come to "consume", but came to find someone. The boss ’s face changed, and it would n’t be the younger daughter-in-law of any guest who came to gamble: "Find someone? Girl, then you can find the wrong place, I am a woman here, who else? "

"The boss lady, you don't have to pretend, everyone is a social person, who doesn't know that this is too boring." Xu Yun smiled slightly: "But don't worry, we're not here to trouble you" inside those guests ", we Just ask someone. "

Although the boss ’s face eased a little, it was still a bit uncomfortable: “I ’m asking people to go to the police station to find the policeman, what ’s the use of looking for me as an old lady, and looking for the hukou. Go, go, I ’m busy here Consume with you. No more. "

Without asking anything, the lady boss was anxious to drop off customers, apparently afraid of delaying her family's business and was too lazy to talk nonsense to them.

But Ruan Qingshuang did not give up. He took out the photos of Ruan Chao in his pocket and stood in front of the boss lady: "I just want to ask you one thing. Have you ever seen this person? Eighteen nine, thin and tall High……"

"I said! I'm not from the police station. How can I find someone for you!" The boss lady's voice suddenly doubled, yes, she was a little irritable.

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