After leaving the clothing store, a few people walked on the street.
Zhang Zhiwei, who was walking at the front, was wearing a black suit. He was 1.9 meters tall and tall, with black hair like a waterfall. He held a black Dongfeng sword in his hand, and his big star-like eyes could burn people.
Along the way, the people walking in front of him, whether they were foreigners, local squires, or others, felt like a light on their backs, and they all moved out of the way, not daring to walk in front of Zhang Zhiwei.
The reason for this effect was not that Zhang Zhiwei deliberately spread his energy and shocked others, but simply because he changed his clothes, let down his hair in a bun, and opened his eyes that were often squinted.
People rely on clothes, Buddha relies on gold, this sentence is true, there is no other change, just changing the body and outfit, the aura is completely different.
Behind him, Lu Ci and Lu Jin were following, just like the guardians on the left and right. The aura of the two of them should not be underestimated. Taken alone, they would not be called the most handsome boys in the street. It was too much, but standing with Zhang Zhiwei, he was completely crushed.
This being suppressed does not mean that Zhang Zhiwei is more handsome than them. In terms of appearance alone, whether it is Lu Ci or Lu Jin, they are more in line with the public's aesthetics than Zhang Zhiwei.
But some people can make people ignore their appearance, and Zhang Zhiwei is such a person. Of course, Zhang Zhiwei is not actually ugly, he is just a bit casual and unkempt.
As for Wang Ai, he was carrying a small baggage and followed the three big guys step by step. It was a bit reluctant to call him a small follower. Anyway, he couldn't tell at all that this guy would be on the top ten in the future.
On the way to the train station, Lu Jin glanced at Zhang Zhiwei resentfully from time to time. He spent so much money in the clothing store just now. He spent almost all the pocket money he brought from home when he went out.
Although the Lu family is a wealthy family, in this era, there is no mobile payment, and no matter how much money you have, it is difficult to cash it out. The ocean on his body has bottomed out. As for the banknotes, how did he know that this trip to Longhu Mountain would... I will go to Liaodong, so I am not prepared at all.
Lu Jin has a cautious character: "Senior Brother Zhang, Hedgehog, do we still have money? We don't want to lose all the money to buy train tickets by then!"
Zhang Zhiwei glanced at Lu Jin: "Are you out of money?"
Lu Jin said: "There is still a little bit, but not much. If you want to buy a train ticket, I guess you can only buy a third-class seat!"
Zhang Zhiwei looked at Lu Ci: "Erbi, where are you?"
Lu Ci said matter-of-factly: "I never take money with me when I go out!"
Lu Jin's eyes widened: "Hedgehog, how did you say such shameless words?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't bring it with you. I..." Zhang Zhiwei was about to say that he burned down a bandit's den last time and was quite wealthy.
Then Lu Ci hugged Wang Ai and said with a smile:
"I have Fatty, why should I bring any money? Fatty, show me your strength to Crybaby!"
Then I saw Wang Ai very arrogantly taking out a stack of silver notes. They were all universal bank notes and could be exchanged at banks everywhere. It was conservatively estimated that tens of thousands of dollars would not be lost.
Lu Jin: "…………"
Zhang Zhiwei: "…………"
Good boy, no wonder you can become a top ten guy in the future. Your ability is a real one, right?
"Fat man, how much does Uncle Wang love you, to let you carry so much money with you?"
Lu Jin's jaw dropped. Compared with Wang Ai, he, the eldest son of the Lu family, was simply poor.
Wang Ai stuffed the banknote back into his pocket and said with a smile: "How could my father give me so much money? It was all given by my grandfather, saying it was for self-defense, hehehe..."
"Your master really loves you!" Lu Jin said sourly.
It seems that there is a tradition for the Wang family's grandfather to love his grandson. After Wang Ai became the grandfather in later generations, he also doted on his grandson, Zhang Zhiwei thought.
Later, several people came to the train station.
On the way, Wang Ai spent a lot of money to buy a large bag of various exquisite snacks. The heavy bag was carried on his back, making him really become a little follower.
When we arrived at the train station, it was time to buy tickets. The last time Zhang Zhiwei took a train, he was with his master. At that time, his master was sitting in the VIP area and he went to buy the tickets. But this time, it was his turn to sit in the VIP area and his younger brother went to buy the tickets. Voted.
After a while, Wang Ai came over, holding four tickets for special seats, including sleeper seats.
"How much?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.
Wang Ai was eating a snack with a piece of snack in his mouth. When he heard Zhang Zhiwei's question, he quickly swallowed it and said, "I was just eating, I didn't pay attention!"
Zhang Zhiwei gave a thumbs up: "How awesome!"
Not long after, the train arrived at the station.
People in each carriage lined up to board the train.
Because it is a special class seat, there is no need to queue for Zhang Zhiwei, and there are even dedicated reception staff to help carry luggage.
Wang Ai threw his large bag of food to the receptionist. As for Zhang Zhiwei's package and several mahogany swords, he kept them close to him.
Wang Ai is not stupid. If he loses other things, he will lose them, but he cannot lose the things Zhang Zhiwei asked him to keep.
Zhang Zhiwei walked into the carriage first.
In fact, when he was walking towards the car, there were several ghost guys wearing suits, top hats and holding canes who also wanted to get on the car.
But as soon as they saw Zhang Zhiwei, these ghost guys immediately stopped and even bowed their heads slightly, looking very gentlemanly.
Zhang Zhiwei didn't pay much attention to this, but Lu Jin, Lu Ci and Wang Ai noticed it.
Lu Ci thought to herself: "Is this what Senior Brother Zhang meant by changing our outfits? In the situation just now, if we were still wearing Taoist robes and mandarin jackets, it might cause trouble. It is indeed Senior Brother Zhang who is not only strong, but also very considerate in his work. , Alas, such a perfect person, it would be great if he were my brother from the Lu family!!"
Lu Ci admired Zhang Zhiwei even more.
Seeing Zhang Zhiwei walking into the carriage, Lu Ci quickly followed.
Compared with the second-class carriage that Zhang Zhiwei took last time, the special-class carriage is much more advanced, with gorgeous equipment, carpets on the ground floor, a dressing room at one end of the carriage and a toilet at the other end.
The seat is spacious and covered with goose down. Once you sit down, it feels close to your body and soft, making it more comfortable than a sofa.
Zhang Zhiwei sat back on the goose down lounge chair and looked around. The passengers in this carriage seemed to be either rich or noble.
Some of them even brought bodyguards with them. These bodyguards had bulging bags on their waists, and most of them were carrying guys.
Among them were two people who seemed to be the leaders of the bodyguards. They still exuded a weak energy. They should be strangers, but they were not very strong.
When they saw Zhang Zhiwei and his entourage entering the carriage, the bodyguards all put their hands on their waists in unison, as if they were ready to take out their dicks at any time.
As for this change, not to mention Zhang Zhiwei, even the fat man Wang Ai was aware of it.
The situation suddenly became tense.
Lu Jin's whole body was stretched like a string, and he was ready to go into reverse.
Wang Ai silently took out the divine scroll that the head of the Wang family had left for him for self-defense.
Lu Ci spread his hands, Ruyi Jin condensed in his palms without firing. If these bodyguards had the slightest intention of drawing a gun, he would use his strength to shock all the people in the carriage to death.
This is not a difficult task for Lu Ci. The Ruyi Jin he cultivates is good at this. He has the ability to mow the grass of beings weaker than himself, almost crushing them.
In fact, it's no wonder that Lu Ci and others were so nervous. Although the stranger was strong, he was still made of flesh and blood. If he didn't have time to dodge and was shot, he would still be in danger of death.
Especially among this group of bodyguards, there are two strangers, so we have to be on guard against them.
However, Zhang Zhiwei looked as usual. He sat on the velvet lounge chair with his arms and hands, signaling Lu Ci and others not to get excited.
He was confident that he could hold the entire audience. Even if the people on the opposite side drew out their guns and fired a volley of shots, he would be able to catch them all directly like the Fire Cloud Evil God.
"Don't be so nervous. They're just broken pistols that look like toys. Calm down, calm down!"
After all, we are going to Liaodong. With such a few broken pistols, we can defeat everyone. When we see aircraft and artillery, why should we be scared to death on the spot?
After that, Zhang Zhiwei looked around the audience. His slightly squinted eyes opened and closed, and his eyes looked like a pair of big stars. He looked at the big shots who were either rich or noble. He stared at the faces of these people, burning like blades. Same.
This feeling may not be real to ordinary people, but the two strangers among the bodyguards were already chilling.
They only felt a deep chill rising from their tailbones, all the way up their spines, exploding in their brains, and their scalps were numb.
They have an intuition that if they act rashly, they will die miserably.
Zhang Zhiwei seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Hey, guns are very useful, but these few are of no use. To hang out, you must have power and background. Which one of you are on the right track?"
Faced with Zhang Zhiwei's almost rude question, these important people who seemed to have high status, instead of scolding them, trembled and said cooperatively:
"We are not gangsters. I am Liu Zhe, the director of Shanghai Dafeng Manufacturing Factory. Just call me Xiao Liu!"
This Xiao Liu was actually a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears. He took off the hat on his head, held it in his hand, lowered his head slightly, looked humble, pointed at several other people, and introduced them one by one:
"This is the vice president of Forever Industrial, and this is the director of Xingsheng Textile Factory. We are both businessmen, and these are our bodyguards!"
Zhang Zhiwei nodded: "Oh, you guys are businessmen. Businessmen value peace. So why are we getting in a car and wielding swords and guns? I was shocked. I thought we met some gangsters. Woolen cloth!"
Liu Zhe, the director of Shanghai Dafeng Manufacturing Factory, smiled flatteringly: "Sorry, sorry, it's all for self-defense!"
"Self-defense?" Zhang Zhiwei tilted his head: "You mean, we look like bad guys?"
"..."
The factory director glanced at Zhang Zhiwei and saw that he had his head tilted, his face was full of scorn, and his smile looked evil. How could he look like a good person?
That prickly head next to you is grinning ferociously, okay? Those eyes are almost capable of killing someone. You are the tough gangsters!
As for the fat man who looked happy, he was lowering his head slightly. The light from the carriage hit his face, bright or dark, as if it cast a layer of shadow on him, giving him a chill in his bones. The sinister feeling is not a good thing at first glance.
Only the white-haired guy by the window, with his hair combed smoothly, looked upright and looked like a good person even though he was preparing for the attack.
Of course, I think so, but I definitely can’t say that.
"No, no, how could you guys look like bad guys? We were the ones who were reckless!"
Director Liu stared at Lu Jin and kept saying:
"How can a bad person be as beautiful as a few of you? They are suave, graceful, talented, have extraordinary gifts, have a dignified appearance, are gentle and elegant, and have both talent and appearance..."
He kept staring at Lao Lu and said... Referring to Sang and scolding Huai, right... Zhang Zhiwei hooked the Dongfeng sword with his fingertips, turned it around a few times in his hand, casually struck the ground with the sword, and made a "bang" sound, saying:
"You have ruined the social atmosphere by flattering others. By the way, you rich businessmen from Shanghai, why are you going to the Northeast for nothing? I don't know how chaotic it is there?"
The factory director quickly said: "There is no place in this world that is not chaotic. We are going to the Northeast to invest!"
"Invest? What to invest in and where to invest?"
Zhang Zhiwei grinned, showing his strong white teeth: "Who are you investing in?"
(End of chapter)
