Movies and TV: Starting from a generation of masters

Chapter 55
Follow the third sister—er, behind the third aunt.

Turn through a passage that is usually reserved for internal traffic.

On the way, I met several technicians wearing cheongsams with various styles.

Seeing that the third sister was leading the way, she didn't show any abnormality towards Luo Heng who was covered in blood.

Luo Heng thought to himself, it seems that these people are used to such things, at least this is not the first time they have encountered them...

Uncle Deng is so old, he is indeed the mastermind behind the Foshan club.

Since ancient times, pornography, gambling and drugs have basically been involved in gangsters, that old guy should not be a good person...

They were probably the ones who picked up the few boxes of tobacco soil in the warehouse of the Fuqing Gang.

The third sister led Luo Heng to the second floor, a wing room.

Opening the door and entering, a refreshing sandalwood fragrance hits the face.

When Luo Heng's previous life was wandering, he entered many halls, large and small.

Instinctively felt that something was wrong, compared with the faint fishy smell in the ordinary technician's room, which could not be dispelled no matter what.

The aroma in this room is too special.

Could it be that Jinlou is already playing so trendy?

Immersive role-playing started in this year?

Aunt Emei?

"Where is the injury? Let me take a look for you?" After arriving in the room, the third sister's eyes fell on Luo Heng and looked carefully.

Luo Heng shook his head: "No injury, the blood belongs to others."

"Then sit down, I'll get you some water to wash..."

The third sister turned around and went out again, closing the door behind her.

Luo Heng couldn't help sighing secretly, the grade was indeed different.

Look at the professionalism here, and the hygiene is very particular!

Unlike Changsantangzi, three yuan at a time is considered high consumption in Foshan.

Under the management of the same boss, they are still so neglected...

Not long after, the door was pushed open.

It was not Third Sister who dialed in first.

It was a short, stocky man holding a large basin with a diameter of one meter.

Seeing Luo Heng, he said with a teasing smile on his face: "Isn't you pretty good at fighting? Why are you so bloody?"

Luo Heng said unhappily: "What's wrong with the blood all over my body? It's because I can fight that the blood is spattered. If you are as skilled as Brother Yong, it's probably because the blood is on someone else..."

Brother Yong was not angry when Luo Heng choked on him.

Putting down the basin with a smile, he said, "Men, wash it up, Uncle Deng knows you're here, and wants to ask you face to face..."

Luo Heng came here this time to find the old guy.

He simply took off the long gown without wasting any time.

At this time, a handkerchief embroidered with two plum blossoms fell out of the clothes.

Luo Heng bent down to pick it up, and looked at the original white veil with a smear of purple blood stained with a slight frown.

Brother Yong grinned at the side: "At first glance, it looks like something belonging to the girl's family. What are you doing in your arms?"

Luo Heng didn't bother to talk to him.

First put the veil in clean water and rubbed it, and found that the blood stains were a little lighter, but it couldn't be washed off no matter what.

There is not much 84 colorful these days, and I can't help but feel a little headache.

If this is asked next time, how should I explain it?

After a while, Luo Heng hadn't wiped it clean yet.

The third sister came in from the outside again, holding a stack of clothes.

Luo Heng instinctively covered his chest.

The third sister gave him a blank look, and said angrily: "What are you covering? It's not like I haven't seen it..."

Luo Heng was startled, did he experience the role-playing of his sister-in-law?

Why is there no impression in memory?

According to the experience of the past few days, even if there are some memories that the original body does not have a deep memory, as long as he sees familiar scenes or characters, Luo Heng can quickly recall them.

But about role-playing, there is really no wow!
At this time, the third sister suddenly reprimanded: "Stinky boy, what are you looking at? If your father didn't feel that he had been away from home for ten years, I would be sorry for your mother.

"Now you don't call me Sangu, but Xiaoniang!"

Saying that, she took two steps forward and kicked a pair of three-inch embroidered lotus shoes in front of the thick gauze curtain bed to the bottom of the bed.

Luo Heng was ashamed, he was really not looking at those little shoes just now, he was just fascinated.

Luo Heng hasn't perverted to the point where he is obsessed with the three-inch golden lotus, and even thinks about shoes...

and many more!

What did she just say?

Luo Heng suddenly came back to his senses.

Nima, how many other things do my buddies not know about the dead ghost daddy!
Listening to the meaning of these words, the father actually had an affair with the one who demolished the ancestral hall?
"Boy, don't think about it, although your father is gone, but our old guys in Jinlou have accepted the love of your Luo family back then.

"It's a fateful friendship with your father, and I won't have any bad intentions for you. You can treat us as relatives."

Brother Yong interjected from the side.

Luo Heng believed his words to be a ghost.

How much is love for a catty?Don't say that father Luo Li was beaten to death by Jinshan Zhao back then, these people did not come out to take revenge because of the rules of the world.

As for the original body, it was almost tricked into selling it.

Didn't they come forward to say a word?
This time the buddy traveled over, and it was awesome.

You did show up.

One and two are still treated as relatives. There really are such relatives.

Luo Heng really wanted to say something, I can go to you!
Put on the suit that the third sister brought.

The style is still the traditional robe and tunic, look at what Brother Yong and the others are wearing.Luo Heng felt that it might be Jinlou's uniform.

The previous clothes are not necessary, but Luo Heng remembers to put away the square handkerchief.

Follow Brother Yong to the tent of Jinlou.

Uncle Deng is sitting and drinking tea with Mr. Liu Da in the tent.

Seeing Luo Heng coming in, Uncle Deng twitched his mouth and said casually, "Here you come? Why did you come back covered in blood?"

This old guy's connections in Foshan have been around for so long.

The alley is only a few hundred meters away from the Jinlou, how could it be possible that no news has been heard?
It's clearly just showing off.

Just dealing with so many guns, saying that you are not nervous is definitely bragging.

At that time, the adrenaline secretion was strong, and I didn't feel anything.

Walking all the way, before he could catch his breath, he was stopped by Old Ghost Ding and beat him for no reason.

Talked nonsense.

Luo Heng's mouth is very dry now, and he is not polite to him.

He went straight up, picked up the teapot by himself, and tried the temperature.

Facing the spout, ton ton ton dried most of the pot and went down.

Only then did he let out a long sigh.

He smiled and said, "Uncle Deng, you didn't come here to ask me some nonsense, did you?"

Sure enough, when Uncle Deng saw Luo Heng like this, he glared at him.Don't ask about it anymore, obviously you already know what's going on.

Shaking his head, he said, "Tomorrow is Mr. Gong's retirement ceremony. What do you think? Do you have any thoughts of competing for fame?"

Luo Heng asked: "What if there is no? So what if there is?"

Don't wait for Uncle Deng to speak.

Mr. Liu Da across the table put down his teacup and said with a smile, "Little Luo Heng, you are our nephew and our own.

"If you want to fight for this title, just say something directly. It doesn't matter if we sell our old faces. We fight old bones or fight with others, we will definitely help you."

Uncle Deng took the conversation and said: "If you don't want it, then it's easy to deal with. Go back and pack it up. Get on the boat tomorrow and go to Shanghai. Someone will pick you up there..."

These old guys, you talk to each other.

It seems that the rest of the matter has been arranged properly.

Luo Heng secretly cursed again.Are these guys really buddies or the young fool from before...

But looking at them like this, they don't seem to be malicious, do they?
Could it be that I judged the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain and misunderstood them?

wrong!

You can't have illusions about these old foxes.

Luo Heng could remember the time when Lao Deng promised himself to spend the night in the Golden Tower, but he pretended to be foolish and regretted it face to face.

That's how people are. Once you make a mistake, you can no longer have any illusions about him.

Don't be like some people who have to wait for their wives to apply for a fitness card and lose their hair before they are completely disappointed!
The hats are all rooted on the head, I regret having a fart!

We have to guard against the passing of time, and never give these old guys a chance from the beginning!
Thinking of this, Luo Heng turned away from talking about Uncle Deng.

Straight to the point, he asked, "Are the things in the dock warehouse in your hands?"

(End of this chapter)