Parasitic Cultivation: Start Bound to Mimic System

Chapter 7

Feng Ping's heart tightened, and he looked suspiciously at Zhang Pockmark, who had no pockmarks on his face.

The other party took his arm and entered the empty but musty shop.

Zhang Mazi put the big pipe on the ground, and took the initiative to take the door panel from the corner and install it. The originally dark room was completely dark.

"Zhang...Brother Zhang, what kind of business is it? I can do it too?" Feng Ping made himself look a little nervous.

"Why can't it be done? I said I can do it!" Zhang Mazi pulled his face and deliberately lowered his voice, "Caishikou, have you heard of Zhao's firm?"

Feng Ping thought for a while.

"The one that sells cloth?"

"That's right! That's right. You must know that Zhao Laosan is also a well-known figure in Shuntian Mansion." Zhang Mazi spoke more and more vigorously.

"You mean, we're in the cloth business?"

Of course Feng Ping knew it wasn't that simple, if he really wanted to do this business, then why should he close the door and why should he be so mysterious?
"Do you know why Mrs. Zhao can speak in the mansion?"

"Please ask Brother Zhang to clarify."

Zhang Mazi picked up the big smoking gun from the ground, flicked the pipe at the front with his right finger, "This! It must be this!"

Feng Ping understood, it turned out that Zhao's firm was selling cloth on the surface, but it was dealing in tobacco in private.

This kind of thing is not on the table in Shuntian Mansion, but relying on countless smokers like Zhang Pocky, they have propped up a huge trading network!

I don't know where Zhang Mazi got the thread, but he followed the clues and found Zhao's!

"Brother Zhang, but what does this have to do with the Xian family?" Feng Ping really didn't understand the connection between the two.

Zhang Mazi put the cigarette holder in his mouth, took a puff beautifully, and after exhaling three smoke rings, the old god said: "It doesn't matter! Do you know where Zhao's goods come from?"

"Immortal cultivator?"

"clever!"

"But……"

"I'll ask you if you want to do it!" Zhang Mazi didn't give Feng Ping a chance, "You kid wants to be poor for the rest of your life, and you can't even afford to marry a woman when you grow old, so you should fight with me and brother. This business is done!"

This matter is by no means as simple as the other party said!
Feng Ping can reasonably speculate that Zhang Mazi's goal is very clear, which is to lure people onto the boat half-foolishly and half-threateningly, and use him as cannon fodder!
If you agree to this, you will definitely die!
"Brother Zhang, if you need me to do anything, just tell me, I'm stupid."

Zhang Mazi chuckled, "Sure enough, I saw the right person. I've already paved the road, and now I'm missing a shop."

"I don't need to take risks?" Feng Ping was a little surprised.

"You charcoal-burning boy, what can you do? If I let you go, I'm afraid my plan will be ruined!"

Zhang Mazi also felt that, when he dozed off, someone would give him a pillow.

Yesterday, I was planning how to sell it after I got the goods. After all, this thing can't be put on the stage, and it's too conspicuous when people come and go at home.

That way, sooner or later, he will be targeted by the watchdog.

Originally, he was still thinking about it, or the brothers could join together and build a shop together, but he never thought that this boy would be delivered to his door in just one day!

"Then I need..."

"Tomorrow and the next two days, you can buy some goods. You can sell whatever you want. When the night after tomorrow, after midnight, someone will come to deliver things, and then hide them for me."

Zhang Mazi stepped forward, put his arm around Feng Ping's shoulders, and whispered in his ear.

"Is there really no danger?"

"Is there no handle in your crotch, kid?!"

"Then... I can earn..."

"I haven't seen the money yet, so you're just mentioning it? When your Brother Zhang gets the money, you'll have to benefit from it!"

Zhang Mazi took his hand away from Feng Ping's shoulder, which was clearly alienating him.

Is this still unclear?

Using Fengping's shop to sell their goods, you won't get any profit in the end, and you will also risk losing your head for nothing!
"Ok."

"Brother Zhang, I really saw the right person!"

Zhang Mazi smiled brightly, turned around, took the door panel open, walked out, and said hello, "Don't forget to buy!"

"I know, I know."

After the other party left, Feng Ping buckled the door panel.

He stood alone in the darkness, thinking about the next step.

Perhaps since he decided to stay on Guangda Street, all of this has become a doomed mistake, and it will be a matter of time before he is targeted by the local snake Zhang Mazi!

"Made! An underfed wolf dog!" Feng Ping spat viciously.

Since the other party dares to be the first day of junior high school, he dares to be the fifteenth day!
Zhang Mazi wants to use him and cheat him, so don't blame him for fighting back!

Feng Ping stood in the dark for a long time, planning his next move.

After making up his mind, he opened the door and left the shop.

It's getting late, there is not even a bed in the store, there is no way to live in it, the only way to move in is to buy all the furniture early in the morning.

But tonight, he can only deal with it at the inn for one night.

Feng Ping was very familiar with Guangda Street.

He walked about 200 meters, turned into a small alley, and found an inn with no plaque, only the name of the inn written in cinnabar—Fugui Inn.

It is said that it is an inn, and there are only two guest rooms, including the boss, shopkeeper Wang, a total of three rooms.

The reason why I live here is that it is cheap.

It only costs twenty Wen a night.

In addition, there was another reason: Feng Ping recognized the shopkeeper Wang here.

Of course, he is not him.

Pushing open the door of the inn, Wang Yuan was sitting at the table with his two-year-old son in his arms, teasing him while drinking.

Seeing someone coming in here, he subconsciously greeted him with a smile.

"Huh? Why are you here?"

"I'm going to the city to sell charcoal. It's getting dark, so I'll be staying here tonight." Feng Ping stood at the door, took off the sackcloth that was covered in soot, and threw it in the corner.

Wang Yuan frowned, "Twenty Wen, not one penny less."

"Enough, enough!"

……

After Zhang Mazi left Fengping's small shop, he went straight back to his residence.

As a local snake on Guangda Street, the place he lives in is naturally not too bad, with two rooms in a small courtyard.

He lives in the room on the right.

The courtyard door was pushed open, and the room on the left was still lit. Zhang Mazi stepped forward, knocked on the door lightly, "Prince Daoist, it's me."

"come in."

A muffled voice came from inside the house.

Zhang Mazi pushed open the door lightly, and tiptoed in. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by the people in the room after taking half a step.

"Stay there! Take off your coat."

He was a little puzzled, but he did it anyway.

The next moment, when he saw that the underarms of the coat were all dyed black, he finally understood the reason!

"Made! Little bastard! I'll see if I can't deal with you when things are done!"

After Zhang Mazi secretly scolded Feng Ping, he immediately put on a smiling face and walked into the room. As soon as he entered the room, a strong fishy smell came over his nostrils.

"How is things going?"

The person who spoke was young and looked to be in his early twenties.

At this moment, he was sitting at the table, where dozens of dead fish heads were piled up messily, with their mouths facing the sky.

"It's done, it's done."

"Who is that?"

"Just burn charcoal!"

(End of this chapter)