She also didn't expect that there would be mainland cars here.

"But, what kind of car is this? I've never seen it before." Xie Jiaxin walked around the van but didn't recognize what kind of car it was.

"It's just a miscellaneous car. It was assembled by someone else." Zhou He lied casually.

"If you want a license plate, you can, fake 5,000, real 50,000, which one do you want?" Xie Jiaxin said.

"I want it real." Zhou He chose the second option.

After all, money is really of no use to him.

"Okay, give me the money." Xie Jiaxin stretched out her hand and said.

When Zhou He heard this, he took out a small yellow croaker directly from his pocket.

Zhou He weighed it and then broke off a section, about one third of it.

Then he put it in Xie Jiaxin's hand: "I don't have any cash, I think this little gold should be enough."

"Yellow gold?" Xie Jiaxin was startled by Zhou He's hand, hurriedly put it away, and then looked outside.

When she found that no one was outside, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"You almost scared me to death. This gold is of good quality and is enough. You can come and get the license plate at this time tomorrow." To verify the authenticity, Xie Jiaxin rolled her eyes at Zhou He and said,

"By the way, do you want to get an ID card? It only costs 10,000 yuan." Xie Jiaxin asked again.

"Okay." Zhou He nodded.

"How about I give you the whole set, including the license plate, driver's license, and ID card, package it together for 100,000?"

"Haha, you are really good at doing business." Zhou He said with a smile.

"After all, we have a big family to support," Xie Jiaxin said.

Zhou He immediately broke off another piece of small yellow croaker and threw it to Xie Jiaxin.

"Brother, Haoqi, just wait a minute and I'll take a photo of you and the car. Just come and pick it up at this time tomorrow." Xie Jiaxin quickly returned to the office and took out a camera.

I quickly took several photos of Zhou He and the van.

However, because the Huobangbang slogan is plastered on the car, photos cannot be used.

Therefore, Xie Jiaxin tore off the advertising stickers three times, five times five times two times.

Finally, I asked Zhou He’s name, age, etc.

After everything was settled, Zhou He drove the vehicle and left here.

Just as Zhou He was driving away, five men and two women entered the auto repair shop in groups.

"Sister, I brought you milk tea and barbecue. By the way, what happened to that car just now?" Xiaoli asked curiously.

"Are you a guest? I've never seen his car before."

"Yeah, I haven't seen it either. What kind of car is it?"

Several people asked Xie Jiaxin.

"Okay, okay, that's enough talk. Xiaojie, I'll leave this car to you for repair. Lao Wang and Lao Liu are now alive." As she said that, Xie Jiaxin handed the ones in her hand to Lao Liu one after another.

"Oh? Come to live? What is it this time?" Lao Liu took over and asked one after another.

"Big job, this job is done, I invite you to eat abalone." Xie Jiaxin said with a smile.

…

There are not many Hong Kong dollars left in Zhou He's hand, only more than 30,000.

This was something he got in the world of "Old Corpse in the Mountain Village".

The more than 30,000 yuan was enough for him to spend these seven days.

More than ten minutes later, Zhou He's van parked in a parking space in front of a hotel.

"Sir, welcome!"

Before Zhou He could walk into the hotel door, a doorman in a suit greeted him.

"Sir, would you like to have a meal or stay in a hotel?"

"Stay in the hotel and give me a luxurious suite."

"Okay, Sister Wen, help this gentleman open a luxurious suite."

Five minutes later, Zhou He checked into a luxurious suite.

The price is not cheap, it costs a full two thousand yuan a night.

This was the 1990s. If you were in mainland China, it would be equivalent to someone else’s salary for a year.

Zhou He sat cross-legged on the bed, drank a bowl of spiritual fish soup, and began to practice Qigong.

To be honest, his strength is about to reach its peak now.

Although he still has a lot of martial arts secrets, those that he has practiced to a great extent only add some attack methods to him.

It has no significant effect on improving strength.

Now, if Zhou He wants to improve his strength, he must either advance his Dragon-Elephant Prajna Kung Fu to a higher level, or he must break through his own limitations and reach the next level.

Or, start cultivating immortality.

First and second, it is impossible in a short time.

Therefore, the only option is to cultivate immortality.

However, cultivating immortality is easy or difficult, it just depends on Zhou He's luck.

…

Nine o'clock the next morning.

"Ding dong... ding dong..."

The doorbell rang.

"Hello, room service."

Outside the door, the hotel staff shouted.

Zhou He, who was practicing kung fu, suddenly frowned and slowly opened his eyes: "No need."

"Okay, sir, excuse me." After saying that, the staff member left directly.

"Why is this hotel so bad? Room service needs to be provided in the morning."

Zhou He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and continued practicing.

Time passed quickly and it was noon again.

"Bang!"

At this moment, suddenly, a figure suddenly broke through the window and entered.

He rolled around on the ground a few times and then stood up immediately.

"Sorry, sorry, there was an accident." The man saw Zhou He and apologized quickly, then quickly ran towards the door.

Zhou He opened his eyes at this moment, looked at the broken window and the man who had disturbed him, and frowned.

"Let's go? Do I let you go?" Zhou He's figure instantly appeared behind the man.

Before he could react, Zhou He pinched his head.

"Tell me, who are you? What do you do?" Zhou He slowly turned his head.

"Huh?" When he saw this face, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

"Is this Yuan Biao?" Zhou He tilted his head with a look of surprise on his face.

"Then, be gentle, be gentle, you're going to crush my head." Xia Youren squeezed Zhou He's arm with both hands and tried to pry it open, but there was no way.

"Tell me, who are you? What do you do? Why did you come in through my window?" Zhou He shouted sharply.

"Well, I'm just a young reporter. I was shooting something upstairs and was accidentally discovered, so" Xia Youren didn't hide anything and said it directly.

"Xia Youren? Reporter?" Zhou He let go of his hand and then fell into deep thought.

Seeing Zhou He let go, Xia Youren rubbed his head, rolled his eyes, and immediately hurried to the door, opened the door and left.

"I'll go, no, is it that movie?" Finally, Zhou He relied on his memory to remember Xia Youren's identity.

"Zombie" is definitely this movie.

"How can there be a zombie family?"

Just when Zhou He was puzzled, Xia Youren stepped out of the way and came in again.

Xia Youren locked the door immediately, then looked at Zhou He and said awkwardly: "That one"

"Bang bang bang..."

Suddenly, there was a strong knock on the door, and the entire door frame shook.
To be continued...