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Chapter 191 Please accept my worship

As soon as the wind blows to the building, the sky outside has already begun to darken.

He waved his hand and called for a two-wheeled vehicle, and got on the vehicle: "Go west."

"West?"

The coachman looked back at Xu Tong: "Where is the west side?"

Xu Tong thought for a while, and took out a dollar from his wallet: "Go straight, I'll call you wherever I go!"

Seeing the red one dollar, the coachman's face immediately became happy. He could not earn a few cents from pulling the cart for a day.

Immediately stepped forward and ran forward.

Xu Tong took out the letter in the car, opened it, and saw a poem written on it; "Walk west on the capital road in front of the gate, lie down and watch endless people coming and going. Don't worry about having no confidant in the road ahead. No one in the world knows the king." .”

Looking at the poem on the envelope, he couldn't help squinting his eyes. The other party used two poems spliced ​​together for himself, and of course it wasn't for showing off his literary talents.

In front of the gate, walk west along the capital road, lying down and watching endless people coming and going.

This is to remind myself to go west and make myself pay more attention to the people around me.

Mo Chou has no confidant, no one in the world knows the king.

This sentence is a bit hard to understand, and it can be understood as two meanings.

Going west, there are people I know waiting for me, and the last sentence is intriguing.

My identity is just a small forensic doctor transferred from the provincial capital, how can I let so many people know me.

Combined with the reminder of identity change after opening the legendary item, this sentence is unavoidably threatening.

Could it be that someone wants to deal with him? ?
Thinking of this, Xu Tong suddenly became alert, not to the coming danger, but to the wind.

I haven't figured out the matter of the note last time, but this time I gave myself a poem to remind myself of the danger.

Assuming that Fenglailou is really so powerful and knows many things in the world, why should it help him? ?Is it because of my good looks?Hmm...although I'm really handsome.

Well, let’s take a step back, just because I’m a little handsome, the boss of Fenglailou has taken a fancy to me, but if I really want to help myself, why bother to look far away and use an ambiguous poem to remind myself Let yourself go west?

After thinking about it, Xu Tong could only think of one explanation.

The boss of Fenglailou wanted to push himself out as a pawn.

There is a well-known little story called the sparrow and the big dung. The person who shits on himself is not necessarily a bad person, and the person who pulls himself out of the shit is not necessarily a good person.

The current Fenglailou probably wants to shit on himself, and wants to pretend to be a good person to pull himself out of the shit.

Thinking of this, Xu Tong suddenly lost his affection for Feng Lai Lou.

But right now he still needs to go west, because he has one more thing to confirm.

The coachman made a lot of money out of thin air today, so he must work very hard to run. Don't think that pulling the cart is all about brute force. You must know that the cart alone is about [-] catties less, not to mention that there is a person sitting on it. How long can you run with brute force?

I saw that after the driver picked up the speed, his steps began to lighten up. Holding the lever with both hands, he took a step and jumped. With the gravity of the car itself, his body could float up for a short time, and he ran faster and faster with his toes on his toes.

With the cool wind blowing, Xu Tong actually felt like riding a motorcycle.

He naturally noticed the skill of the coachman. This kung fu looks simple, and everyone can see the principle. The next step is to turn over with people and cars.

"Master, you are not bad at pulling a cart. Have you learned it?" He asked casually.

"Hehe, to tell you the truth, I have a master who used to be the handlebar in Tianjin. With this skill in pulling carts, I have more than 300 coachmen under my command. I was given the nickname of the boss of the cart. It was very beautiful. Later, The car dealership was disbanded, and he was getting old, so he returned to L City and passed this skill on to me."

The coachman was full of pride when he said this, and he also mentioned his senior brothers. They did not pull small carts, but started a business of collecting junk. A two-wheeled flatbed cart walked around the streets and alleys, and sometimes it was full of people. Car waste paper, they also rely on this skill to walk like flying, effortlessly.

After finishing speaking, the coachman couldn't help but sighed: "Let's wait another year. People don't like to ride this thing anymore. It's more and more convenient to go out. Anyone who has a little money buys a bicycle. I heard that there are trams in the capital. It’s very convenient, and it’s getting less and less profitable in this line of work.”

Xu Tong sat in the back and heard the coachman's exclamation, so he couldn't help nodding. From the perspective of reality, this is the general trend. Speaking of the coachman's business, it is also a low-level industry.

But when the general trend of the times comes, they naturally become the targets of elimination. This is the progress of the development of the times and the progress of the new era, so there is nothing to regret.

Just like the coffin shop, the paper shop is gradually eliminated in reality, and it is the same reason.

The car ran farther and farther, and gradually there was a forest wasteland in front of it, and the street lights disappeared. The driver gradually slowed down: "I can't go any further. Look, this is the end. How about I take you back?"

"No, you can go back, I happened to be taking a walk here." Xu Tong jumped out of the car and signaled the driver to go back by himself.

"This..." The coachman hesitated for a moment, looked around, and couldn't help frowning: "This place is far away, there is nothing, if you want to go back, you have to go back by yourself."

Seeing Mrs. Che's quality is not bad, Xu Tong took out a pack of cigarettes and gave it to him: "Go back, I like quiet places, and besides, you can run over here, why can't I walk back."

The coachman took the cigarettes and didn't show any politeness. He nodded and led the cart back, shaking his head while walking and muttering, "People nowadays are really weird."

Not long after the coachman left, Xu Tong looked at the small road in front of him and started walking slowly. Further on was the Luotong Processing Factory.

No, it should be called a non-ferrous metal processing plant now, and it can be regarded as the first batch of key copper processing plants in the country.

Before I walked over, I could see the factory lights in full swing from a distance.

The words "Unity is strength" were also scrawled on the wall.

It was almost nine o'clock, and from time to time, workers could be seen walking into the gate of the factory, talking and laughing.

Xu Tong simply squatted on the side of the road, took out his hookah pipe, slowly stuffed the shredded tobacco into the smoke pot, and slowly baked it with a lighter until the top layer of the shredded tobacco was carbonized, before smoking happily. Take a sip.

All of a sudden, there was smoke and clouds in the dark night, a small wind was blowing, and the factory in the distance was in full swing, which had a special charm.

"I thought how far you could run, why did you stop here."

At this time, someone suddenly spoke in the darkness.

Xu Tong didn't look back, just spit out the smoke from his mouth and looked at the factory in front of him: "Guess what it will look like in the future?"

"Hmph, it's nothing more than building an extra factory house."

With a cold snort of disdain, a figure came out, it was the Taoist priest who was in the Fenglai building before.

He stared at Xu Tong coldly, with the hookah in his hand, and frowned for a moment: "Four little Yinmen? What is your relationship with the Gao family in Xiangxi?"

Xu Tong didn't respond to his question, instead he looked at the grassy wasteland in front of him, and at the factory in the distance: "In the future, the land here will be very expensive, here is a huge shopping mall, and there seems to be It’s Xifan Park, so there must be a subway station here.”

The Taoist saw that he didn't respond, but was gossiping, so he couldn't help sneering: "Isn't it a little late for you to pretend to be crazy, Zhang Yong's account, we have to settle it carefully."

Hearing this, Xu Tong glanced at him and nodded. He knew that there must be helpers behind Zhang Yong, and there were more than one of them. Retaliation was a matter of course.

But this didn't interrupt him, he just continued to gesticulate: "Do you know the subway station?? It takes less than an hour to get here from the easternmost part of L City, and it runs through the entire L City, allowing ordinary people to travel easily every day." Easily reach any corner of the city."

The Taoist was a little impatient at what he said: "Nonsense, what are you trying to say?"

Xu Tong raised his head and looked at him: "What I mean is, if you are really too idle, why don't you go to work in a factory, maybe you can marry a wife, isn't it good to live a peaceful life, you have to believe in science. "

The corner of the Taoist's mouth twitched. This sentence was what he hated the most. Because of this sentence, his Taoist temple was smashed.

"Aren't you also a member of the four small vaginas, talk about science with me? I blush for your ancestor."

"No, no, I inherit the intangible cultural heritage, we are different." Xu Tong defended himself solemnly.

The Taoist obviously had never heard of this term, and felt that the more he said it, the more it became more and more chaotic, and his face immediately darkened: "What a mess, I have said so much, but the poor Taoist wants to see and see, Your Excellency's methods."

The Taoist priest's voice fell, and he swept the dust in his hands, and a mist rose around him. The old Taoist stood in the mist, and the string of rosary beads in his hand shook the rope on it, and the rosary beads fell to the ground with a clatter.

As soon as these rosary beads fell to the ground, they rolled down and disappeared. When I looked again, I saw many sneaky shadows in the mist.

Looking at these crooked shadows, Xu Tong stood up, patted the dust off his body, put away the hookah pipe, and raised his hands in a leisurely manner: "Since your Excellency must do this, please accept my worship."

(End of this chapter)