Disguising himself and living on the streets, Zhu Shengzhi never thought he would see such a day.
Zhu Shengzhi is as timid as a mouse and cherishes his life as much as gold. Because he is afraid of death, he is extremely sensitive to all kinds of suspicious sounds. When his car was blown up into the sky, he first heard the click of the tires triggering the electronic fuse.
The accompanying driver and bodyguard were both killed, but Zhu Shengzhi was only slightly injured in the explosion thanks to the thick steel plate on the outer layer of the special car.
As a well-trained escaper, Zhu Shengzhi took the initiative to dislocate his shoulder joint, got out of the twisted car window that had become very narrow, and then rolled on the spot into a large pile of garbage nearby.
"Quickly search to see if there is Zhu Laoer's body. Don't let him escape!"
The black cloth covered his face, but there was no need to think that he was definitely a minions of the Nian Society. More than a dozen such people were searching among the debris of the explosion.
Fortunately, the thick smoke covered Zhu Shengzhi's escape traces. He grabbed a handful of mud from the garbage pile and smeared it on his face. He took off his strange clothes that were a cross between a Tang suit and a suit and buried them at the bottom of the garbage pile.
After smearing his underwear a little more dirty and tearing it up a little, Zhu Shengzhi looked like a homeless man from the outer city. He had a despicable temperament before, but now he was despicable from the inside out.
All the guards around him were dead, and Nianhui was searching him again. No matter how he thought about it, it was all because Shengzhi had set up a mole.
Zhu Shengzhi decided to hide outside for a while. Now that he returns to the Shengzhi Group, not only is it unsafe on the road, but he may also be murdered after returning.
"Gu Gu Gu Gu..."
Misfortunes never come singly, Zhu Shengzhi was hungry.
It was already a little past dinner time. He originally planned to go to the inner city to have dinner with his lover No. 5, but before he could finish the meal, everyone around him was killed by the bomb.
I can't help but think of the time when Cao Cao sacrificed the fierce general Dian Wei and his eldest son Cao Ang in order to sleep with a woman.
"Sigh... We are all heroes of the same generation, and there is nothing we can do about having the same fate."
Zhu Shengzhitian was shameless and even compared himself to Cao Cao, and did not urinate to reflect on his own moral character and cultural level.
"Eh? Why does it smell like barbecue?"
As night fell, the streets in District 5 of the outer city were shrouded in dark tones, and the dim street lights barely illuminated the cold street scene. The dilapidated shantytowns of the slums are twisted and twisted, as if they are entangled in endless shadows, and in the shadows are hiding countless dejected souls.
Across the street, on the opposite side of the slum, buildings stand along the street. The insulation paint on the exterior walls is peeling off, revealing the traces of time. Several Chinese signs swayed in the breeze, emitting a faint light that merged with the creeping decadent mist.
Zhu Shengzhi remembered that the reason why the infrastructure here was so poor was because he had embezzled special funds in order to give gifts to lover No. 8. If this matter is found out by the president, he will have to live in pain.
There had just been a huge explosion, and many people had died, but the scattered pedestrians walking on the street didn't care. In this soulless neighborhood, they wear worn-out synthetic fiber chemical protective suits and luminous lens glasses. The gray aura surrounds them, making them like walking zombies.
Zhu Shengzhi felt a little guilty. He did not dare to go to the opposite neighborhood, which was relatively popular. These people must have resentment towards him. If they knew that Nian would be chasing him, they would definitely betray the owner for glory.
"Damn you guys... Infrastructure construction can only be made up for by hard work! What I call it is getting rich first and driving wealth later. When I get rich, I will have many lovers. I will give money to my lovers, and they will come to your place to spend money. Isn't that right? Is it a perfect closed loop?”
Zhu Shengzhi didn't use his pig brain to think about it. This place is so decadent, why should his jeweled lovers come here to spend money?
Ever since he became the boss of the Shengzhi Group, Zhu Shengzhi has never been so scared or hungry. He smelled a bit of a burnt smell and turned step by step into the messy alleys of the shanty town.
The Nian Society is still searching the explosion site, but they cannot search for too long. After all, this is the territory of the Night Dragon Society. Even if there are traitors in the Shengzhi Group, the headquarters will soon send people to deal with it.
Only then did Zhu Shengzhi look forward to meeting the young master Qin Jiandan. After all, Qin Jiandan had no reason to betray the guild, and he would be saved if he saw the young master.
He walked into the shantytown as a homeless man, and other homeless people did not doubt him. After all, people fell from heights every day in Huanshi City and fell into the hopeless mud.
"This... what is this delicious food?"
Zhu Shengzhi stopped next to a simple flammable coal cooking stove. The "chef" who was operating the cooking stove was an old homeless man with a disheveled beard and wrinkles.
The other person was wearing shabby clothes, the color of which had long faded, as if he had blended in with the ruins of the city, but his eyes still showed perseverance and wisdom, making the stranger feel amiable and respectable.
The phlogiston coal cooking stove he had in hand looked like a broken iron bucket. In the night, the hot flame illuminated the old man's face. He skillfully stir-fried and stirred with a rusty spatula, making Zhu Shengzhi believe that no matter what kind of ingredients, they would become a feast under such careful care.
"Dad, I'm hungry. Can you see if you can..."
There were still a few large bills left in Zhu Shengzhi's trouser pocket, but Zhu Shengzhi did not dare to take them out for fear of exposing his identity.
The old man raised his face, glanced at Zhu Shengzhi, and said with a smile: "You want to eat this? Why don't you take a closer look to see if you can eat this?"
Zhu Shengzhi took a closer look - I'll choke him! No matter what this ingredient was before, it has now turned into white bones with black edges, and the old man is still heating it further, raising the temperature of the cooking stove.
"No, Dad! Are you cooking or cremating? These are pig bones, right? Why don't you leave some meat for me to eat?"
The old man nodded: "I am cremating. These are not pig bones, but chicken bones from black-footed broiler chickens. I asked someone to pick them up at the garbage station in the inner city."
"Huh?" Zhu Shengzhi was stunned on the spot, not knowing how to react.
"Are you new here? If you don't have food, come here to help me. Hold this spatula."
Zhu Shengzhi was stunned and took the rusty spatula that was still warm.
The old man stretched his sore waist and legs and continued: "We use high temperature to burn chicken bones to make relics. Many people in the inner and outer cities believe that the relics can be produced after the cremation of eminent monks, and they can worship the relics at home. If we can get good luck, we can make money along the way!”
Zhu Shengzhi thought of his lover No. 7 and claimed to be a Buddhist. He also bought relics and gave them to her. Zhu Shengzhi was unhappy when he realized that what he had bought for a large price might be chicken bones.
"Dad, can chicken bones produce relics? You're not lying to me, are you?"
"Hahaha, otherwise I could tell at a glance that you are new here." The old man smiled happily, "Whether it is chicken bones, pig bones, or human bones, high-temperature burning will burn out the organic matter and carbon, and you will get The so-called ashes. As long as the temperature continues, the ashes will melt and cool down to form white, glassy hard balls – these are the relics.”
"But if you continue to heat it, it will be very hot, and there is a chance of explosion. If you want to eat, just watch the stove for me. When this batch of relics is cooked, I will synthesize tofu for you."
"Also, don't call me daddy. This is the territory of the neighborhood association. Everyone calls me Uncle Wu."
Zhu Shengzhi didn't find lover No. 5 today, but found Uncle Wu.
Uncle Wu said as he returned to the adhesive tarpaulin tent next to him and sat on a mottled metal stool to rest. Zhu Shengzhi was left staring at the fire reluctantly.
The heat made Zhu Shengzhi sweat all over his body. He was worried that the stove would explode, so he muttered tongue twisters to relieve the tension:
"A chicken has a big tail and a big tail. A chicken has a big tail and a big chicken. A chicken is not big but its tail is not big. A big chicken has a big tail..."
He watched as the chicken bones gradually began to brighten, melt, and finally condensed into small shiny balls—exactly like the relics he bought at a high price back then.
I wipe it! It turns out that it can really be burned like this! So if I eat, drink, whore, and gamble, as long as I go to a high temperature after death, my relics will be revealed!
Zhu Yuanzhang, my ancestor from the earth era, was a monk. His evaluation of the bald donkeys was: "The country's lazy people, the world's moths, the hungry ghosts in sex, and the Rakshasa in wealth."
That’s absolutely right! And he even stole money from me! No, this is a shame for me, Zhu Laoer, who has accumulated wealth. I have to find a way to defraud the money back!
