Chapter 96 Liang Zhu (1)


    The night is a fire.


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


    He was standing outside the warehouse, where a raging fire was burning, and shrill screams came from time to time. Beside him was a handsome guy wearing a slim-fitting long suit and dressed in a standard Western-style rich young man in the Republic of China TV series.


    Yes, handsome guy.


    A handsome guy in the traditional sense.


    High nose bridge, straight facial features, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. Even if you can’t play the role of handsome male first in the TV series, you can at least become a affectionate male second.


    In addition to the blood-stained box in front of him, gold bars, jewelry and oceans that were dazzlingly reflected by the flames, the scene now looks very similar-


    Crime scene.


    This is not like it, it is simply a crime scene!


    Qin Huai looked at the handsome guy in front of him in a daze, and the shadow of the elderly version of Luo Jun could be vaguely seen from his eyebrows.


    No, why didn’t you say a word in the summary of such a wonderful scene?


    Didn’t Luo Jun say that he robbed a few bandits?


    Now this scene...


    Qin Huai looked at the burning warehouse, looked at Luo Jun who was counting the jewelry and gold bars in the box, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from the jewelry.


    The ones in the warehouse don’t look like bandits, but Luo Jun looks more like bandits.


    The original accumulation of capital depends entirely on grabbing, right?


    After Luo Jun finished counting, he happily closed the box. Seeing that no one was hiding it, he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and took out a piece of cigarette, put it on his lips and blew it gently.


    The cigarette was lit, and Luo Jun calmly smoked a cigarette under the fire, buzzed the ashes, and left with a box.


    After walking for a while, Luo Jun walked to the pier. There were several rickshaw drivers on the side of the road, curled up next to the rickshaw and slept and napped. Luo Jun casually walked to a rickshaw driver who looked strong and ran fast, and touched the other person with a box.


    The rickshaw driver immediately opened his eyes, but his mind had not yet reacted, but his smile had already appeared on his face, and he stood up quickly: "Sir, where are you going?"


    Then the rickshaw driver turned around and found that it seemed that a fire was on the spot not far away.


    "Richard Hotel." Luo Jun threw a little Yang to the rickshaw driver. The rickshaw driver happily accepted it and ran hard after Luo Jun got on the car.


    Fast and stable, very professional.


    Qinhuai followed behind and had the experience of starting a dryland marathon. Qinhuai said he was well accepted during this long-distance run.


    After arriving at the entrance of the hotel, Luo Jun threw a little Yang to the rickshaw driver, and was so happy that the rickshaw driver said auspicious words. Luo Jun walked straight into the hotel, and both the welcome guests and the staff said hello to Luo Jun very skillfully, and you could tell that he was a regular customer at a glance.


    Qin Huai followed behind and looked at the interior decoration of the hotel in awe.


    It’s good to be a bandit, it’s rich.


    This was eighty or ninety years ago. The rickshaw driver could only wear a short coat that was so dirty that he had already pattened, and he squinted around the side of the car to take a nap to get his job.


    Let’s not talk about Luo Jun’s outfit, he almost caught up with the costume configuration of the male protagonist of the TV series. The hotel I stayed in was brightly lit, with a Western style, wool carpets, and even the stone pillars beside the door of the hotel were carved patterns.


    There is even an elevator in the hotel.


    If Chen Huihong''s memory is two worlds, the inner city and outer city of Peking are two different worlds, then Luo Jun''s memory is two different eras.


    Luo Jun walked in the corridor with a box.


    The corridor is covered with thick wool carpets, which not only makes you feel comfortable when you step on it, but you can''t make any noise when you walk.


    The door of a room was half open, and the sound of crackling mahjong colliding came from inside. At the door of the room, a middle-aged man with a big belly in a long robe was holding a cigarette gun and sucking the clouds and mists when he saw Luo Jun saying hello warmly.


    "Mr. Luo, are you here to play mahjong? Old Huang is in a hurry to go back to see his newly married concubine in the eighth room. It is not an excuse to say that he will go back at 12 o''clock in the morning. We are all three and one of them are short of people."


    "I won''t fight anymore, I''ll watch the show tomorrow." Someone inside shouted, "That''s also to watch the show at night. Let''s fight until 5 o''clock, eat a plate of fried rice and rest, so that we won''t delay watching the show."


    "What do you know? Mr. Luo wants to see Liang Zhu. The troupe started at 2 pm. Do you think it was the theater that only opened in the evening?"


    "Where did the opera troupe come from? It started so early."


    "I don''t know. It seems that some countryside sings famous, so Liang Zhu sang well as soon as he spoke. Mr. Luo likes to listen and has been there for several days."


    The person who was smoking at the door did not join the chat inside and asked Luo Jun with a smile: "Mr. Luo, have you heard that Shi''s family has made a new show? I heard that there is Feitian. Do you want me to help you get a good seat?"


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


    "I just knew you like it. Who doesn''t know in Shanghai? You like watching operas, listening to music, watching movies, and reading newspapers the most. You really deserve to be a foreigner. It''s different from those like us who play mahjong all night every day."


    "It won''t delay you. I have to call another one of these three missing ones. By the way, I heard that a small gang offended you some time ago and quarreled at you. You..."


    "Solved." Luo Junyun said calmly.


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


    “It was solved together.”


    Amid the surprised gaze of the middle-aged man, Luo Jun continued to walk forward with the box in his hand. The middle-aged man quickly closed the door, and the closing movement was light and slow.


    Luo Jun’s room is right in front.


    The room is large and the decoration is luxurious. Everything in the room looked very valuable, even the candlesticks were gilded and even a toilet, which made Qin Huai amazed.


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


    The newspapers were stacked together and arranged neatly, with the top one being from that day. Qin Huai took a rough look and found that it was not a serious newspaper.


    There is no current affairs, no mutual criticism, no finance, it is all novels.


    All the contents of the newspapers that Qinhuai can see are serialized in novels.


    Luo Jun put the box casually, picked up a newspaper from the table, and started reading it with relish.


    He even read the novel of cultivating immortals in Shushan.


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


    Qinhuai:…


    No wonder Luo Jun could survive 92 years in his first life. In addition to being a high enough force, he could be a gangster and eat black to ensure the quality of life, and his hobbies were also very stable.


    I liked reading novels about cultivating immortals eighty or ninety years ago, and I liked watching fairy tale dramas eighty or ninety years later.


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


    Qin Huai glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only 11 o''clock, and his daily routine was much healthier than Luo Jun now.


    Luo Jun’s work and rest are very healthy, and the work and rest of the rooms next door are not good. The lights are brightly lit, noisy, mahjong tiles collide, swallowing clouds and fog, and some scenes that cannot be played, they keep making noise until dawn. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a drunken life and a dream of death, and a rich and memorable person.


    At around 6 o''clock, Luo Jun woke up. The hotel waiter was waiting at the door for a long time, carrying a stack of newspapers, and still asked Luo Jun if he wanted to run errands to buy breakfast.


    Luo Jun handed the letter to the waiter and designated a shop for porridge, side dishes and buns, so the waiter went to work hard.


    Luo Jun was lying comfortably on the sofa in the room and read the novel.


    Qinhuai:…


    No, what other worries can you have in this kind of carefree life?


    Are you here to overcome the tribulation?


    You are simply here for vacation. Do you know what life is Chen Huihong next door living?


    (This chapter ends)