The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

　　 It seems that the point of eating by the face is going to be temporarily let go.

　　 Gu Zheng doesn't want to become a prostitute in this troubled world.

　　 didn't know what the level of the original owner was. The half-drafted actor had already grown his skeleton, and even the troupe in the lowest-grade tea garden would not accept his order.

What's more, the income from singing, hehe, unless you find someone who is willing to take him, invest in a tea plantation with technology, and get a dividend, you can be respected as the boss of Gu Where to go.

　　 Yes, after deliberation, the accumulation of primary wealth still has to start from this old profession.

　　Would you say that the wisdom of the lowest level of people is the most realistic and wise? Gu Zheng chose the most promising career for him.

　　 It’s okay to mix well, at least to be able to live the life of the third-class people, enough to have enough food and clothing, isn’t it?

　　 Someone here must have doubts. Shouldn’t we give full play to the literary talents of our modern people and follow the path of copywriting?

　　 Well, first you have to open an account with a bank, and finally you have to have a formal address for collection of manuscript fees.

　　 As a literati in this era who has nothing to do all the time, what he likes most is to check the privacy of others.

　　 If you write revolutionary poems?

　　Minutes, the Japanese people let you know what perverted torture is.

　　 If you write Fenghuaxueyue?

　　Will the lightness of the literary world will spray you like a dog, we don’t know.

　　 But in the life that goes on like this, when the original owner comes to receive the body, how can you let the family come back again?

　　 Wenquxing Xiafan experience coming?

　　 can be pulled down.

　　 Now there is only one way left, go to pull the rickshaw, the original owner only lights up this skill for the time being.

　　 Gu Zheng, who had made up his mind, didn't hesitate anymore. He handed out the pieces, looked up at the hour, and started work tomorrow morning. Let Shuijin's matter be settled first.

　　...

　　 Cheba is a group of people who are not too weak in the Forty-Nine City.

　　 They are big and small, and they are mostly affiliated with the black and helpers of the site, and there are even a lot of car bullies. They themselves are rickshaw drivers.

　　 The group formed because it was strong and brave enough to make the group fight at the beginning, it changed its taste in the later stage, and when it turned its head, it bullied its original counterpart.

Coincidentally, the scale of Gu Zheng's rickshaw rental is not large. Among this small car shop with only dozens of cars for rent, there is only one of Lei Shuijin who started from the initial establishment of the car shop and lived by pulling carts inside. Car tyrants exist.

Because the scale here is too small, the gangs who are doing big business didn’t take the profit of one or two hundred copper dollars this month at all. This harvest, which was not as good as mosquito legs, was picked up by Lei Shuijin. Those who drank four put them away by themselves.

　　According to the rules of the rickshaw industry, the dealers that rent cars will draw one-third to half of the money from the rickshaw drivers as the daily repair and maintenance costs of these vehicles.

　　 And these car tyrants will also collect 5 to 10 copper dollars from these car drivers every month, with a good name: to ensure the daily safety of the brothers in the car dealer.

If this protection fee is worth the money, Gu Zheng nowadays ran directly to the street and killed a Japanese man who ran away. They could smooth this out. Then Gu Zheng would take out the money obediently, fart. Will not put one more.

　　 But you are Lei Shuijin, you don't even have the face of making money from the police station, and the owner who has never won a deal with other car dealers? Do you still want to collect money from my Gu Zheng?

　　啐! no way.

　　 Gu Zheng, who left the house early in the morning, did not report to the place where he was assigned to work. Instead, he threw a small tube wrapped in oil-paper into the car, wiped it off, and went out.

　　 In the early morning in the LC area, the quiet was full of vitality. Those small merchants and hawkers who carried their poles and pushed the trolley happened to line up into the city from the two gate towers, one north and one south.

　　 The vendors who are lucky enough to live in the city have already set up shops and started their first business in the new day.

The steaming big bowl of won blunt, the fluffy dough sticks fried in the thorny oil pan, the tea oleifera brewed in the big teapot, without the stall owners yelling, they already wake up early with their own unique aroma. People's gluttons.

　　 "You are here..."

　　 With Jingyun Jingjing, the old man with a nasal sound makes people unable to breathe for him, but at the same time sighs that this is the smell.

　　 Even Gu Zheng, who was in a hurry with something in his heart, was unavoidably stopped by the lively scene on the only way to Leishuijin's house.

　　 crouched under his own rickshaw in the creaking and swaying kerosene lamp, and sipped a bowl of fried noodles in a circle.

　　 "Boss, take the six big fried dough sticks away!" Gu Zheng, who licked the side of the bowl with his tongue for the last bite, smashed his mouth, and yelled at the stall owner with unconsciousness.

　　 "Good! Six fried dough sticks, you take it."

A piece of yesterday’s morning paper, thickly wrapped, a tether made of rough paper, numbly spinning around a bundle, pulling up the rickshaw Gu Zheng’s wrist, there is one more hanging swaying and distributing Paper bag with the aroma of fried food.

　　 "Wow Lala"

　　 The street seemed a bit shorter, and Gu Zheng, who had just pulled out his feelings, arrived at his destination today without taking a few steps.

　　 The courtyard gate of the small courtyard, which is still under the roots of Nancheng, but separated from the shack of the poor, is half-covered at this time, and the sound of people getting up early in the morning can be heard from inside.

　　 "Da Mao, looking at his brother, he is going to shit, call me!"

　　 "I said, Shuijin, can you stop sleeping? It's time to go to work!"

　　 The voice of this rugged lady, just like this, wafted into Gu Zheng's ear outside the door.

　　‘Dangdangdang...’

　　 "Who!? I came here early in the morning, and the water should answer the door!"

　　 "This stinky girl, what are you arguing about, hasn't this already come?" Lei Shuijin cursed, squeaked, and opened the door.

　　 "Huh? Why are you?"

　　 Looking at the door and laughing, Gu Zheng, whose hair looks more like a chicken coop than he is now, Lei Shuijin stood on the threshold of his own house and was stunned: "How do you know where I live?"

　　 Isn't this the kid who just came to the car dealer to rent a car yesterday? How did he find his home?

Ugh? Yes, didn't I send Shunzi out at noon yesterday and took my brothers to teach him the newcomer, the rules that must be followed when joining this car dealership?

　　 Could it be said that this kid is very on the road, he came to please the leader on the first day of work?

　　 "Brother Lei, haven't you eaten breakfast yet? I brought you some breakfast for Brother Lei. I knew that there are so many people in Brother Lei's family. When I first came to Hutongkou, I should buy more."

　　 Following Gu Zheng's opening and the appearance of the oil paper bag that was about to slip under Lei Shuijin's nose, Boss Lei on the threshold felt that his guess had been confirmed.

　　 And he also gave a high praise to Gu Zheng for this very docile behavior.

　　 "You guys are not bad, you have eyesight, go, come in and say what's the matter."

　　 Then let the big tail wolf in.