Entering Kung Fu into a Sauce

Chapter 3

On another sunny morning, Jiang Bao stood in front of his barber shop, staring only at the charterer.

This old guy is thin and looks like he is obsessed with sex. If he doesn't know, he thinks he has been hollowed out by sex.

Who would have thought that he turned out to be a Tai Chi expert!
"Good morning, Charterer!" Jiang Bao greeted him proactively.

The charterer was very strange, and looked up at the sky: "The sun didn't come out from the west! You're so hot, you kid will also take the initiative to say hello to me!"

Jiang Bao said with a smile: "Harmony makes money! People must make progress!"

"Hehe, it's interesting!" The charterer was amused by Jiang Bao, "Do you want me to give you a rent reduction or exemption? I don't care about this matter, it depends on my wife's opinion!"

Jiang Bao shook his head again and again: "The rent does not have to be waived! I just want the charterer to open the business for me. I haven't come in for business yet! Hey, you have never taken care of my business!"

The charterer chuckled: "Jiang Bao, do you know why I don't come to your place to shave my head?"

"I don't know!" Jiang Bao said, "Could it be that I think my craftsmanship is not good? You can always give me your opinion, I will improve!"

"It has nothing to do with craftsmanship!"

"What is it about?"

"Do you have a sofa? Do you have an electric fan? Do you have coffee? Do you have a pretty girl? Do you have a pretty face?"

Jiang Bao was taken aback for a moment, and he couldn't understand what Bao Zugong meant.

"Every time I shave my head, I go to the 'Mors' barber shop on Elizabeth Road, where I sit on the sofa, blow the electric fan, drink coffee, and there are pretty girls and little boys to accompany me to flirt. Do you understand? ?”

Jiang Bao smiled wryly: "My small shop has nothing! The only advantage is that it is cheap!"

"Am I a cheap person? I'd rather go to 'Morse' and spend 20 yuan a time than spend [-] cents here!" Baozugong said, and walked away.

Not long after the charterer came upstairs, the charterer with a full head of flowers came: "Jiang Bao, you little bastard, listen to my husband, do you want me to give you a rent reduction?"

This woman's high chest must have come from her bottomless lung capacity.

Jiang Baoxin said: "The charterer is not bad. He heard that my business is not good, so he wanted to save me some rent. The problem is, I just want to pat his head!"

Of course, he would not reveal his true thoughts, so he smiled and said: "Charter, thank you for your kindness! There is no need to reduce or exempt the rent, as long as you take care of my business. I haven't opened today, let me iron it for you. Come on, it's free!"

"Hmph!" The charter woman squinted at the display behind Jiang Bao, "Look at your hair dryer, it's as stupid as a pig's head, what kind of hairstyle can it blow out? Don't burn my hair! I have a full set of hair dryers in my room. Citigroup imported hairdressing tools, and my hair dryer is only a little bigger than a pistol!"

Jiang Bao was taken aback: "Charter, do you want me to go to your room and serve you?"

He thought to himself: "Even if the charter wife wants to find a face, she probably doesn't like me!"

"Bah!" The renter spit out the cigarette butt in her mouth, "Don't say you are like that, even Boss Mei, who sings Peking Opera, comes to serve me. I don't want him to blow my head!"

As she said that, she patrolled her territory valiantly and arrogantly.

Being rejected by the charterer and his wife one after another, Jiang Bao cried out in his heart that it was a pity: "They are the two most powerful people in the pig cage city. Could it be that they just missed it?"

It seems that in a short time, he has no way to touch the heads of these two people.

That being the case, he could only settle for the next best thing, and put his mind on Coolie Qiang, Fried Ghost, and Tailor Sheng.

In his opinion, if he learns the essence of any one of the three martial arts, Twelve Road Tan Leg, Hong Family Iron Line Fist, and Wu Lang Ba Diao Cudgel, self-protection will not be a problem.

Of course, the premise is that you can't provoke a powerful force like the Ax Gang, and you can't provoke masters like Charterers and Charterers.

After making up his mind, Jiang Bao left his shop and came to "Daguan Western Clothing Store".

There are many models in and out of the store, and most of the clothes on the models are suits and cheongsams.Jiang Bao looked up subconsciously, and he saw nearly twenty steel "bracelets" on each of the bamboo poles above his head.

At this time, the tailor Sheng was using the scissors on a piece of Xiangyun yarn.Hearing footsteps behind him, he immediately put down the scissors, and raised his orchid finger to say hello: "Jiang Bao, do you want to make clothes?"

Jiang Bao smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Sheng, when I have money to buy fabrics, I will definitely come to you for help. However, during this period of time, no one came to ask me to shave my head, and I will not even be able to eat!"

"How about, I'll make you one first, and then give it to me when you have money!" The tailor Sheng pointed at the fabric behind him, and raised his orchid finger faintly, "You can choose any of the fabrics here!"

On the wall behind him, there are piles of fabrics such as cloud gauze, indantrene, foreign gauze, crepe, and old coarse cotton.

Jiang Bao waved his hands again and again: "No, no! Brother Sheng, thank you for your kindness! If you want to help me, you can come to my place to shave your head, and open a business for me!"

This time it's the tailor's turn to wave his hand: "How can I have the chance to open for you? Every morning, I'm busy making clothes and waiting for guests! Unless I have time in the evening, I will cheer you on!"

Jiang Bao thought: "When you come at night, my hand has already touched someone's head, so it won't work!"

It seems that Iron Wire Fist can't be learned for the time being.He chatted with the tailor Sheng for a while, and then went to the next door to find the fried ghost.

Fried Ghost is kneading dough, and there are more than a dozen sticks of different thicknesses leaning on the panel in front of him, all of which may be his weapons.

"Brother Gui, good morning!" Jiang Bao took the initiative to say hello before entering the door.

"Good morning, the sauce is hot! What do you want to eat?" You Fried Ghost spoke with Shencheng's accent, mixed with pidgin English.

He put down the dough in his hand, walked to the corner, picked up a bowl, and was about to fill Jiang Bao with porridge.

Jiang Bao was not polite either, and sat down to eat a bowl of porridge and two deep-fried dough sticks.

When paying the bill, Jiang Bao patted his butt, pretending to be embarrassed: "Brother Gui, I forgot to bring the money!"

"Don`t worry, continue to eat next time! When you have money, we will get married together!" The fried ghost didn't care at all.

Jiang Bao took the opportunity to say, "Brother Gui, I've been short of money recently, why don't you go to my place, I'll shave your head, and we'll settle the matter. What do you think?"

The deep-fried ghost looked at the customers outside the porridge shop, and showed embarrassment: "At this time, how can Allah go away? But at noon, Allah doesn't even have time to pee! Let's talk when Allah has time at night, you go back! Bye! "

Seeing that he couldn't learn Wulang's gossip stick today, Jiang Bao had no choice but to leave.

After getting out of the breakfast shop, I met the sweaty coolie Qiang head-on who had just finished his family's work.

"Brother Qiang, are you done with your work? Come to my place and shave your head!"

The coolie snorted, and took a mouthful of Beijing film: "Brother, you have known me for a day or two, when did you see me shaved my head before dark?"

Jiang Bao smiled and said, "Brother Qiang, your hair is long enough, and it's hot, so you'll get prickly heat on your scalp. How about this, you set a date, come over one night, and I'll give you an airplane cut! "

"What about the plane head? Just shave me short, it's practical! I don't want to follow the fashion!" Coolie thought for a while, "Then tomorrow night!"

"Okay, see you later, Brother Qiang!" Jiang Bao imitated coolie Qiang's accent.

The plan to practice martial arts finally had some hope, and Jiang Bao felt like drinking ice water.

At this moment, he saw Jin Bao's father, Lao Hong, entering his barber shop angrily.

Jiang Bao's heart tightened: "What is this old man doing here? Could it be that he wants to marry Zhaodi to me again? I really despise her!"

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