Speaking of the man who is busy on the streets of Sijiu City, there are not many people who can get up at noon.

The green-skinned gangsters on the street, most of them listened to free shows in the theater, took a bath in the bathhouse, and then touched the unlucky night food stall to eat a lunch break that was not expensive. Then they raised their legs and ran to the private treasure houses that were running in the streets and alleys, shouting and betting happily. If they don’t lose all the big boys in their waists, they will feel something is wrong on their bodies!

After waiting for the sky to shine, the money to shine, then stepped on his left leg and dragged his right leg toward the half-closed door with pink lanterns in the streets, and got into the bed of the half-closed old women who were half-closed. It was right to make do with the sun!

And those gangsters who have already made some scenes are not much better...

I got up at noon and walked around the shops along the street. I almost sat in some restaurants and restaurants that could open two private rooms. While counting the harvest today, I was waiting for someone who asked me to talk to me to serve my two-meat meal at night.

After eating and drinking, I patted my chest purple-red with the alcohol, and then I used my tongue to press the man in the Sijiu City over the scene. Then I walked towards my home or the house I had just received with a little drunkenness and a red envelope I had just received. I swayed and cursed a few words in the nagging of the yellow-faced woman, or was intoxicated by the compliments made by the wild actors in the house, and then I went to bed to rest.

On the contrary, those gangsters who poked poles in Sijiu City lived a very particular life, and even paid more attention to recuperating their bodies than ordinary wealthy families!

Just like Mr. Xiong, who was poking a pole and standing up, even if he was excited about the night before, he was so excited that he had to roosters cried all over the new house, or if he drank and played money with Mr. Duan, the patrol officer in the corner of Zhushi, and turned white, he would at most lean on the head of the bed and take a nap. The chicken cried three times and had to get up, and let the wild actors in the raised pot of high jasmine tea early, and then he would cook three sesame seeds with the newly bought Liubiju pickles!

After eating and drinking, Mr. Xiong had to walk along the streets and alleys at Zhushikou as usual. The closest green-skinned gangsters following him have never been empty-handed. When they reached the end of the street, the arms of several green-skinned gangsters were filled with shops that respect Mr. Xiong.

Looking at which restaurant is happy to eat, drink and trade, I put the dragon whip at my hand towards the door of the store. The shopkeeper of the store must have come out in person and respectfully invited Mr. Xiong to sit in the private room. Even if he was not good, he had to find a clean and brighter seat and greet Mr. Xiong to have a beautiful meal.

After drinking a bowl of ginger tea, Mr. Xiong would go to the bathhouse to soak. As usual, he would let the bath scrubber with the best skills in the bathhouse to pick it up and down, and with a refreshing little snoring, Mr. Xiong could sleep until five or six o'clock in the afternoon.

After that, he either went to the dinner or went to the gambling table. The energetic Mr. Xiong could not blink until dawn.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Mr. Xiong, who had a good sleep last night, drank the sip of high jasmine tea from the tea bowl. Before he could shout and serve the green gangsters beside him to go out for a walk, a green gangster who was guarding the door of the house had already walked into the main hall and bowed to Mr. Xiong: "Boss, a worshiper is here outside!"

Frowning his eyebrows, Master Xiong looked at the green-skinned gangster who was serving him in surprise: "I have been with Master for half a year, so comfortable that I forgot the rules, right? I don't know where to wait for someone who is asking for trouble? I also want Master Xiong to teach you, right?"

He bent down to Master Xiong again, and the green-skinned gangster who had been with Master Xiong for half a year quickly decided: "It's not that I don't understand the rules, but the person who came to worship here today... is a bit evil?!"

As soon as he opened his eyes, a hint of resentment suddenly flashed in Mr. Xiong's eyes: "Come on the slap in trouble?"

Shaking his head vigorously, the green-skinned gangster became more and more confused: "Not! This man was carrying two big bags wrapped in red paper, but it looked like he was not worth it! And... that man was the one holding a scorpion jar next to Najiu at Qiu Chong's meeting, and he was called Xiang...what is the name?"

He raised his hand and grabbed the half of the leftover sesame seeds on the table. Master Xiong slammed the half of the sesame seeds at the incoherent green-skinned gangster: "You can't even speak completely. Are you in the aisle with your tongue? Let him come in!"

He agreed quickly, and the green-skinned gangster turned around and went out for a moment. Xiang Youbao, who was carrying two red paper bags in his hand, had already strode into the main hall, put the two red paper bags in his hand towards the ground, and raised his hand to bow to Master Xiong: "Mr. Xiong, you are lucky!"

Sitting in a chair opposite the door, Mr. Xiong reluctantly raised his arm as a gift: "The Prime Minister is really a smart person. There are not many people in Sijiu City who know that there are so many people outside my house. How could you find it like this?"

He looked at Master Xiong with a smile, Xiang Youbao pointed his finger at the green-skinned gangsters outside the door who were looking at him: "The dragon is moving in the clouds, the tiger is moving in the wind, Master Xiong is put here, and those with eyes can understand it at a glance, right? Besides, the old saying goes, the phoenix falls only on the sycamore tree. In front of Master Xiong's door, aren't there two sycamore trees?"

He hummed a few times from his nostrils. Master Xiong obviously listened to Xiang Youbao's words and his face became much better: "What do you mean, let it go?"

He corrected his face and Xiang Youbao seriously lifted the two red paper bags on the ground and gently placed them in front of Master Xiong: "Come and give Mr. Xiong some home!"

He looked at Xiang Youbao in confusion, and Master Xiong stretched out his foot and kicked the paper bag in front of him: "What is it? It's light and fluttering..."

It is said that the older the world, the less courageous it is. Countless people have said this, and have heard it. Some people have even verified this sentence with their own lives. The more people walk on the scene, when facing some seemingly strange things, they become more cautious, for fear that if they are not careful, they will be plotted against by others!

Staring at Xiang Youbao, Mr. Xiong tilted his body, touched the small squid behind his waist without showing any trace, stretched forward with his other hand, grabbed the two red paper bags in front of him.

The bag made of red paper was not strong, but was snatched by Mr. Xiong's two fingers, and the thing wrapped in the red paper was immediately revealed.

Just glanced at the thing wrapped in red paper, Master Xiong was furious, jumped up and pulled out his small slapped behind his waist, and nailed it to the table beside him: "It's early in the morning, come and find Master Xiong's bad luck? Suck it to death, right?"

Hearing Mr. Xiong's roar, several green-skinned gangsters who were peeping at the gate of the yard rushed in. The two green-skinned gangsters who rushed into the main hall first held a sharp little slap in one hand and put it on Xiang Youbao's neck without saying a word. The other three or four green-skinned gangsters who had been half a step slowed went straight to the stone table in the yard, grabbed four sharp short spears from under the stone table, and rushed into the main hall with shouts!

Without dodging or avoiding, and even without moving his eyebrows, the smile on Xiang Youbao's face became stronger and stronger: "Mr. Xiong, you have been in the Sijiu City for so long. Have you ever seen someone who lives uncomfortable early in the morning?"

Pointing to the two red paper bags, Mr. Xiong scolded angrily: "I gave you the paper-made stuff to you Mr. Xiong in the morning, and you said you didn't suck it to death?"

He thrust at the two red paper bags, Xiang Youbao was not moved by the little squids that were placed on his neck by the green gangsters around him: "Mr. Xiong, have you taken it carefully - what are the two homes I gave you?"

After taking a closer look at the red paper bag that was torn apart by himself, Mr. Xiong shouted angrily: "Two fights! Paper fights!"

He slowly raised his arm and bowed seriously to the angry Mr. Xiong: "I just want to give two fights to Mr. Xiong. I wish Mr. Xiong a wealth of money and a lot of gold and silver!"

With his eyes widened, Master Xiong stared at Xiang Youbao's serious appearance for a long time, then he sat back on the chair in anger: "If you can't tell me today..."

Before Master Xiong finished speaking, Xiang Youbao had already received Master Xiong's words in an unusually bachelor's mind: "That Master Xiong, please give me three swords and six holes!"

He waved his hand and retreated several green-skinned gangsters around Xiang Youbao to the outside of the yard. Master Xiong stared at Xiang Youbao's eyes without saying a word, but a slap gently placed on the small slap nailed to the table, and looked like he was disagreeing and drew his sword toward each other.

After pursing his lips, Xiang Youbao squatted down, and tore the two red paper bags completely apart in a few seconds, and placed two flat-bottomed buckets made of bamboo strips and yellow paper in front of Master Xiong: "Mr. Xiong is the one I have seen before, ask Master Xiong - what kind of numbers can these two buckets be filled with oceans?"

Frowning, Mr. Xiong looked up and down at the two flat-bottomed buckets, and after a long time, he muttered, "It's almost done... One bucket is full, can there be a thousand oceans!"

He gestured to Master Xiong with a thumbs up, and the voice of Xiang Youyoubao was obviously a bit teasing: "Mr. Xiong is really an open person. He is just an integer and doesn't care about the fractions! Then ask Master Xiong again - the fan opera house in Zhushikou, how much filial piety can he give to Master Xiong in a year?"

Suddenly, Mr. Xiong's slap on his little slap unconsciously moved down: "What are you asking about this?"

With a chuckling, Xiang Youbao raised his hand and pointed to the two flat-bottomed buckets made of bamboo strips and yellow paper: "There will be no such a big bucket, right?! Even with so much filial piety, it can't all fall into your pocket, Mr. Xiong, right?"

He blinked quickly, and Mr. Xiong's voice obviously had a bit of suspicion: "What's your idea?"

Hey, Xiang Youbao squeezed his eyes at Mr. Xiong with a suspicious look: "Mr. Xiong, don't hide it - the land deed of that fan opera house is in Mr. Xiong's hand, right? Take it out to open a fan opera house, and you will have a monthly filial piety. In a year, you can get to the ocean in Mr. Xiong's hand, which is only five hundred! But if Mr. Xiong takes that woman and let me do something else... I dare not promise if there are too many. In a year, two oceans will be counted into your pocket by Mr. Xiong! If you are missing, you will be the one who is the one who is the one who is alone! You will take my eyes as a soaker!"

After coughing, Mr. Xiong vomited a mouthful of thick soup and vomited on his instep: "You are really......Ahem...Dare you dare to open a mouth and eat in front of you Mr. Xiong?! Two thousand oceans of input... Are you planning to open a tobacco shop, a treasure bureau or a kiln?! I told you open a street in Zhushikouer that is too eye-catching. If those transactions are really opened, even the patrol police station will not be able to suppress that scene! Otherwise... I would still open a fan opera house with such a large mansion? It would have been a long time since the treasure bureau opened a tobacco shop..."

He slapped his thigh hard, and Xiang Youbao looked at Master Xiong with a heartbroken look: "Mr. Xiong, you really... To put it, you don't like to listen to it - you are really holding a golden rice bowl to beg for food, right? Think about what the scene was in the Huozhengmen in Sijiu City back then? It was in that big mansion to save a macaw from Europe. At least a small yellow croaker, right? Train a thrush with thirty-six whispers, guess what the price - in terms of verbal calculation, a kind of whisper is called 10 yuan, and you can get money by listening to the movement!"

He raised his body from the chair, Mr. Xiong blinked his eyes and looked at Xiang Youbao with a strange smile: "After making a fuss... Are you waiting for you Mr. Xiong here?! After counting the years ahead, the big mansion was really the hall of the main gate. But Mr. Xiong took the deed of the big mansion and bought it seriously with real money! Just with your words, I want to reopen the hall of the main gate in that big mansion? Boy, if you want to talk about the skill of selling mills in the mountains and picking cakes on the flat ground, Mr. Xiong is your ancestor!"

He reached out and took out a small cloth bag wrapped in yellow silk from his arms. Xiang Youbao held the small cloth bag in both hands and placed it on the table beside Mr. Xiong: "Why dare to play these small tricks in front of you, Mr. Xiong? If you dare to talk to Mr. Xiong today, you will naturally have some hard stuff in your hands!"

He stared at Xiang Youbao suspiciously, Master Xiong raised his hand and opened the small cloth bag wrapped in yellow silk, and used his two fingers to pinch out a translucent golden stone the size of a thumb.

He held the translucent golden stone in front of him, and Master Xiong looked at the stone for a long time before looking at the leopard with a certain face again: "Do you think of gold and stone?"

He raised a thumbs up at Master Xiong, and the tone of Xiang Youyou was obviously complimented: "Mr. Xiong is sacred! Just this piece of gold and stone can serve more than ten fighting scorpions. Towards, if you have such a thing in your hand, in the next ten years, Master Xiong, you must take the insect king's hairpin and flower pot!"

After pondering for a while, Master Xiong put the gold and stone back on the table, stared at Xiang Youbao with his eyes squinted and snorted coldly: "You are not authentic?! Isn't there a recipe for some gold and stone? Why didn't you take a piece of it for Master Xiong?"

Smiling at Mr. Xiong, Xiang Youbao pointed his finger at his forehead: "The prescription is here, and even my uncle doesn't know. Say something to say to Mr. Xiong - but in the entire Sijiu City, there is only one piece of gold and stone, and I only know the formula for matching this little gold and stone! This little gold and stone is the head that is placed in your hand. If you really don't get two buckets of oceans in a year, then this little gold and stone is yours! The prescription that is placed in my head is also yours!"

Sneering gloomy, Mr. Xiong spits thick phlegm on the ground with disdain: "Bah! I'm talking so hard, I'm not afraid of flashing your tongue! You don't think about it..."

He chuckled, Xiang Youbao interrupted Master Xiong without hesitation: "Master Xiong, don't even think about the gold and stone dots in Tidbel's hand and the gold and stone dots that Debel knew! With the skills of his two swords, what is the fighting scorpion trained by the gold and stone dots like? You are not unaware of it, and you can't beat the wild scorpion that my junior sister took out! Besides... The gold and stone dots in Debel's hand are probably in your pocket long ago? I'm afraid that Mr. Xiong has tried the gold and stone dots in Debel's hand, so I'm afraid he didn't see it, right?"

Looking at Mr. Xiong's embarrassing look, Xiang Youbao didn't give Mr. Xiong a chance to speak at all, but just smiled at Mr. Xiong: "This is like Mr. Xiong, you are playing money in the treasure bureau. You are already holding a lot of good cards in your hand, and you are just about to have another deck of heavenly cards to win the whole house! I handed the deck of heavenly cards to you under the table, and begged you to loosen your hands and reward me with a deck of land cards next time, so that the playmaker who has no capital can still sit in the treasure bureau, and at least hold the scene for you, right?"

After a few awkward coughs, Mr. Xiong stared at Xiang Youbao and pondered for a while, then grabbed the piece of gold and stone placed on the table in his palm, stood up and walked out the door: "Three days later, go to Zhushikou'er's house to set up a banner!"

As Mr. Xiong passed by himself, Xiang Youbao quickly reached out and grabbed Mr. Xiong's arm: "But we, a small family, have no money to clean up such a big house? Mr. Xiong, you should know that it is not easy to clean up a big house that is inside and outside, which can be lived in, let alone transform the big house into a scene where you can train and serve various beasts..."

He was blocked into his throat by a breath. Master Xiong was so overwhelmed that Xiang Youbao's words were filled with blood: "You damn it's really a leech crawling into his crotch, and he won't get rid of the sun?"

He smiled and let go of Mr. Xiong's arm, and half-true and half-false, gave Mr. Xiong a thousand words: "Mr. Xiong, you have a big face and a big scene. What you can do with just one word, we are a small family, and we have to struggle for most of our lives! If we really delay the life and delay the input you should have in your hands, then we will not be able to afford it..."

He stomped his feet hard, and Mr. Xiong grinned and cursed: "Is this a fucking fucking fucking? It's said that the brothers on the pole eat in all directions. I think you eat one more bite than the brothers on the pole - even Mr. Xiong dares to eat the ocean in my pocket!"

He nodded and smiled flatteringly, Xiang Youbao was not moved by Master Xiong's scolding at all: "That Master Xiong, do you give me the right words? Make a charter?"

"Take my dragon whip and go to Dashilan to find Liba Head, and say what Master Xiong said, let them listen to the tune and drink!"

"But how to pay the wages? Libaco from Dashilan paid the wages in person. If they were short of their wages and asked them to stumble and leave tricks in private, then if something happened in the future, the compensation would be less than a little bit..."

"......roll!"

"But this matter..."
Chapter completed!