Supporting the body in the white blade, wandering in the red dust

Chapter 733 The man who pulls the wind

Bailang stood firm, patted the dust up and down, and carefully looked at his sharp outfit, "Okay! Wearing a military coat, camouflage pants, and camouflage shoes, it's either a blind street or a migrant worker!" As soon as he touched his hair, he could rub his long and messy face. When he was in the mud, his beard was also messy, and he couldn't see any heroic face at all, just a sharp brother's dress.

"Fortunately, the clothes are still intact, so that's the best." The man stretched out his hand to dig it out in his arms, and actually found a wallet, "Fuck you've been wearing this and you still have a real cowhide wallet? What's the matter with this person?" Bai Lang squeezed his wallet first, and it seemed that there was some goods in it - Bai Lang really didn't want to rely on robbery for a living in this modern society.

Just like the man in the video, Bailang opened his wallet with a hopeful swipe, but luckily he didn't close his eyes in pain like that man. After he opened his wallet, there were still a few pieces of red paper in it. "Yo, it's really quite a lot. Let me count it. It's 1000 or [-] yuan!" By the way, Bai Lang also found out his ID card, but he didn't have a bank card.

The ID card is indeed the address of the hillbilly, and he is only in his early twenties, and Bailang is very clear about where he is now - because this place is the capital, how many times he has come and gone, and it's not enough to look at the house number. Got it, looking at the road, you can also know that this kind of stupid design that is hundreds of meters long and does not have a cross-street line, where else can it be other than in the capital?

Then the problem comes again, Bailang doesn't necessarily have all the money in his body, he should have a place to live.Otherwise, what do you do with your wallet?It turned out to be true. Bai Lang took out a book from his pocket, with several names and phone numbers written on it, and of course his address.Bailang followed the address and found it was a semi-basement.

This place is divided into a dozen compartments anyway, and Bailang seems to live in one of them.He opened the door and found that there was a bed, a table and a chair inside. The total area was about seven or eight square meters. There was a washbasin under the bed, and a small shelf next to it hung towels and clothes. "What's the matter? Group rent."

Bai Lang grabbed his messy hair and sighed a few times. He didn't expect it to fall to this level, and there was a mobile phone charging on the table, and the screen was still broken.Bai Lang took off his clothes and took out a set of clean underwear from the simple wardrobe on one side - it seems that this living habit is not bad, at least he can wash clothes.

There are bathing places here, but they are far apart, and sometimes there are queues.Bailang finally arranged to pay the money to go in for the wash - the landlord even charged money for taking a bath.Bailang washed clean, of course, he also breathed and breathed the vitality between heaven and earth - "This world can't practice martial arts, the vitality of heaven and earth is very lively, but only the masters above the innate can mobilize it, so the entry-level martial arts can't be practice."

Bai Lang sighed, and by the way, he shaved off his long hair with his palm, and shaved his beard first.Bailang, who was lying on the bed after washing, began to think about what he had to rely on to make a living - he really couldn't rely on robbery to make a living, but now, of course, he was mainly looking through the pamphlet in his hand. pregnancy?
"Isn't it? It's so miserable? Do you really want to be Wang Mouqiang? Wait, it's the 10's." Bai Lang flipped through the magazine under the table. The actors on it seemed a bit specious. Those familiar names in his memory Neither is right.Therefore, there is no Wang Mouqiang in this world, but there are also other people who have jumped from grass roots to stars.

Before Bailang, he relied on the tricks to make a living. It seems that after graduating from high school and not going to university, he went to the capital and came to Beidri. "What a waste! Why can't you go to college?" Bai Lang cursed. He flipped through the numbers on his notebook, and his phone rang, "Hey! It's five o'clock tomorrow morning! Don't forget the old place." Speaking, the phone can't wait to finish saying this sentence and hang up.

"What's the old place? Do you still have to line up at the entrance of Beiying to be a northern drifter these days? Why don't you go to Hengdian?" Bailang was also curious, but he didn't care.Anyway, Bailang woke up at [-] o'clock the next morning and finished grooming. He put on an ordinary jacket and jeans, and he still had to wear camouflage shoes.

"Such a master has to fucking wash his clothes by himself! Am I the only one who is so miserable?" Bai Lang thought in his mouth, but his subordinates played their outstanding feats of light-in order to avoid shocking the world, he disguised as a long-distance runner , that is, running a little bit faster and having too much energy.Bailang ran at a constant speed—instead of ordinary people, it would be a sprint speed. He ran directly from the rented place to the gate of Beiying, all relying on mobile phone navigation.

Bailang went to the place and saw that there were quite a few people, but it seemed that there were not many tall people like him—in fact, it was not easy for him to act as a group performer, because he was too tall and strong, and the best height for a group performance was around 1.7 meters , weighing about [-] jins, this way will not take away the "sense of existence" of the protagonist and supporting roles.

Bai Lang knew that his sense of existence was too strong--isn't he being watched by almost everyone as soon as he arrived.Bailang is now a dignified man with sword eyebrows, star eyes and nose, and can be called a heroic man, especially in line with the male aesthetics of the ancients.Such a brave man, I am afraid that he will not be able to get a group of Bailang, but he has another idea, "If you don't ask me to be the starring, I will definitely lose them."

Self-confidence is good, but the reality is not like this - what Bailang is in front of is his group head, and the group head taps his shoulder, "A little bit shorter, it's too tall, people don't want it." This greasy The uncle seems to be okay?Anyway, they all drink the blood of their group performances, and Bailang doesn't care whether this product is good or not.

Anyway, knocking like this really makes a master like Bailang lose face, but Bailang is also a strange person. He really shrank his body, and the whole person looks like an old ruffian in the imperial city. Gou's neck-necked posture and other choices were made. "Do you want to learn the King of Comedy?" Bai Lang was thinking about this, but he quickly thought of "Shit! You are a piece of shit!"

Thinking of that embarrassing forced smile, Bai Lang was also speechless for a long time, and let out a long sigh. Fortunately, he has never been in such a situation - being insulted and forced to smile and hold back tears, this is not something that a strong man like Bai Lang can do. did it.Thinking about this, he was suddenly pulled into the van by the crowd, "Is there work?" Bai Lang was very surprised.

(End of this chapter)