In the dark night, there is a fire.
As soon as Qin Huai entered his memory, he felt like he had arrived at a crime scene.
He was standing outside the warehouse, where a raging fire was burning, and screams could be heard from time to time. Next to him was a handsome guy wearing a slim long coat and a standard Western-style rich man's attire from the Republic of China TV series.
Yes, handsome boy.
A handsome guy in the traditional sense.
With a high nose, regular facial features, and pointed eyebrows, he could at least be an affectionate second lead in a TV series, even if he couldn't play the handsome lead.
Coupled with the box of blood-stained gold bars, jewelry and oceans in front of him that were dazzlingly reflected in the firelight, the scene now looked very much like——
crime scene.
How does this look like? This is simply a crime scene!
Qin Huai stared at the handsome guy in front of him dumbfounded, and he could vaguely see the shadow of the older version of Luo Jun in his eyebrows.
No, why is there not a single word in the synopsis for such a wonderful scene?
Didn't Luo Jun say that he robbed several bandits?
Now this scene...
Qin Huai looked at the burning warehouse, looked at Luo Jun who was counting the jewelry and gold bars in the box, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the blood off the jewelry.
The ones in the warehouse didn't look like bandits, but Luo Jun looked more like a gangster.
Does the primitive accumulation of capital all rely on robbery?
After Luo Jun finished counting, he closed the box happily. Seeing no one around, he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, put it to his lips and blew it gently.
The cigarette was lit, and Luo Jun calmly smoked a cigarette under the firelight, flicked the ashes, and left gracefully with the suitcase.
After walking for a while, Luo Jun walked to the pier. There were several rickshaw drivers on the side of the road, curled up next to the rickshaw, sleeping and taking a nap. Luo Jun casually walked up to a rickshaw driver who looked stronger and faster, and used a box to
Touched each other.
The rickshaw driver immediately opened his eyes. Before he could react, a smile appeared on his face. He stood up quickly and said, "Sir, where are you going?"
Then the rickshaw driver turned around and found that there seemed to be a fire not far away.
"Richard Hotel." Luo Jun threw a small foreign currency to the rickshaw driver. The rickshaw driver happily accepted it and started running hard after Luo Jun got on the bus.
Fast and stable, very professional.
Qin Huai was running behind. He had the experience of the first dryland marathon. Qin Huai said he accepted this long-distance race well.
After arriving at the door of the hotel, Luo Jun threw another small foreign currency to the rickshaw driver, and the rickshaw driver repeatedly said auspicious words. Luo Jun walked straight into the hotel, and both the receptionists and the staff greeted Luo Jun very skillfully.
You can tell he is a regular customer by looking at it.
Qin Huai followed behind, admiring the interior decoration of the hotel.
Being a gangster is good and makes you money.
This was eighty or ninety years ago, when the weather was cold at night, rickshaw drivers could only wear short coats of unknown color that were so dirty that they were soaked with starch, and huddled next to the rickshaw, taking a nap while doing their jobs.
Not to mention what Luo Jun was wearing, it almost caught up with the male protagonist's clothing configuration. The hotel he stayed in was brightly lit, Western style, wool carpets, and even the stone pillars beside the hotel entrance were carved with patterns.
There is even an elevator in the hotel.
If the inner city and the outer city of Peiping are two different worlds in Chen Huihong's memory, then in Luo Jun's memory the hotel and the outside are completely two different eras.
Luo Jun was walking in the corridor carrying the box.
The corridor is covered with thick wool carpet, which is not only comfortable to step on, but also makes no sound when walking.
The door of a room was half open, and the sound of mahjong playing could be heard from inside. At the door of the room, a middle-aged man with a big belly and a robe was holding a pipe and puffing away smoke. When he saw Luo Jun, he greeted Luo Jun warmly.
"Mr. Luo, do you want to come and play mahjong? Lao Huang is in a hurry to go back to see his newly married eighth concubine. He has to go back to Suzhou at 12 o'clock without any excuse. The three of us are short of one.
"
"No fight, I have to watch a show tomorrow."
Someone inside shouted: "That's the evening for the theater. Let's play until 5 o'clock, eat a plate of fried pancakes, and rest without delaying the theater."
"What do you know? Mr. Luo wants to see Butterfly Lovers. That theater troupe opens at 2 p.m., do you think it's one of those theaters that only open at night?"
"Where did the troupe come from? It started so early."
"I don't know. It seems that it was famous for singing in some rural place. It was a song about Butterfly Lovers. Mr. Luo loved listening to it and went there for several days in a row."
The person puffing at the door did not join the chat inside, and asked Luo Jun with a smile: "Mr. Luo, have you heard about the new mechanism drama arranged by the Shi family class? I heard that there is also Feitian, do you want me to help you with it?"
A good location?”
Luo Jun became interested and nodded slightly: "It sounds interesting."
"I know you like it. Who among us in Shanghai doesn't know that you like to watch operas, listen to music, watch movies, and read newspapers the most. You really deserve to have returned from studying abroad. You are different from us who play mahjong all night long."
"I won't delay you anymore. I have three missing ones and I have to find one more. By the way, I heard that a small gang offended you some time ago and blackmailed you. You..."
"Solved." Luo Junyun said calmly.
"I heard that the people behind that gang are..."
"Solved together."
Under the surprised eyes of the middle-aged man, Luo Jun carried the box and continued walking forward. The middle-aged man quickly closed the door, closing the door softly and slowly.
Luo Jun's room is right in front.
The room was large and the decoration was luxurious. Every item in the room looked valuable, even the candlesticks were gilded, and there was even a flush toilet, which Qin Huai was amazed to see.
Of course, what's even more amazing is that the room is full of newspapers.
The newspapers were stacked together and arranged neatly, with the top one being that day's. Qin Huai glanced at it briefly and found that it was not a serious newspaper.
There is no current affairs, no trolling, no finance, it’s all fiction.
The contents of the newspapers that Qin Huai could see were all serialized novels.
Luo Jun put the box away, picked up a newspaper from the table, and read it with interest.
He even read Shushan Cultivation Novels.
He not only read it, but also wrote a letter to the author to send to the newspaper.
Qin Huai:......
No wonder Luo Jun was able to live for ninety-two years in his first life. In addition to his high level of martial arts, he could work as a gangster to ensure his quality of life. His hobbies were also very stable.
In the 1980s and 1990s, I liked reading novels about cultivating immortals, and in the 1980s and 1990s, I liked watching fairy tale dramas.
After writing the letter, Luo Jun turned off the lights and closed the curtains to sleep.
Qin Huai glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only after 11 o'clock, and his work and rest schedule was much healthier than Luo Jun's now.
Luo Jun's work and rest here is very healthy, but the work and rest in the rooms next door are very bad. The lights are bright, noisy, mahjong tiles are clashing, smoke is smoked, and some scenes that cannot be broadcast, the noise is kept until dawn before resting
, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as drunken life and dreaming, drunken life and death.
Luo Jun woke up at around 6 o'clock. The hotel waiter had been waiting at the door for a long time, holding a stack of newspapers and not forgetting to ask Luo Jun if he wanted to run errands to buy breakfast.
Luo Jun handed the letter to the waiter, specifying a store's porridge, side dishes and steamed buns, and the waiter went to work.
Luo Jun lay comfortably on the sofa in the room and read the novel.
Qin Huai:......
No, what troubles can there be in such a carefree life?
Are you here to escape the tribulation?
You are here for a vacation. Do you know what kind of life Chen Huihong is living next door?
Chapter completed!