Can you be as poor as me?

This question stumped Zhao Yulin, and then he looked down at himself, from his shoes to his shirt. He looked up again, looked at the tattered man in front of him, and finally got the answer.

"I can give you another one, but I want to hear a few more words from you later, do you agree or not?" he asked.

"Okay, okay, bring it here!"

the homeless man said impatiently.

Zhao Yulin handed over another Xuanhemen cigarette with a lighter, and then the man in front of him started smoking like a wolf again, like a hungry person encountering a delicious delicacy, like a person in the desert suddenly seeing a clear spring.

He was not afraid of smoking his lungs to death.

"Why are you waiting for me? Are you still determined to kill me?" Zhao Yulin got to the point.

The homeless man reluctantly smashed the last bit of his cigarette butt, then fell down and lay on the grass, looking up at the sky with his empty eyes.

"Yes and no."

Zhao Yulin still had no patience, and said, "Stop playing dumb with me, speak human language."

Rumble!

Thunder roared again in the evening clouds, and lightning flashed brightly.

In less than two seconds, raindrops fell from the sky to the ground. At first, it was a drizzle, but after a few breaths, it became more and more powerful and turned into a heavy rain.

The sky was heavy, and ten thousand layers of dark clouds hung low over the prosperous Yanjing City.

"You asked two questions, and I answered both of them. This is not called a dumb riddle. It's just that your brain is not working well and you can't understand."

The attitude of the tramp was even lazier than the young soldier king next to him. He was so lazy that people wanted to kick him.

Zhao Yulin looked slightly unhappy. He didn't hate getting wet in the rain, nor did he hate dealing with lazy people. It was just that the clothes he was wearing were bought by Sun Leling and given to him when he was shopping in the commercial building yesterday. He just changed into them today.

The new clothes were wet by the rain, and a simple kid like him who came out of the mountains couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Let's talk somewhere else."

He stood up and looked around, and saw a coffee shop with warm lighting.

"You are really not as smart as before. Is it because the life in the big city is too comfortable and it has softened your bones?" The tramp said lifelessly.

Zhao Yulin didn't want to explain, and said, "I have my reasons for doing this. If you want to follow me, you can follow me. If you don't want to, this conversation ends here."

"If you don't want the half pack of cigarettes left on me."

After saying that, he walked straight to the sidewalk and went across the street.

The temptation of a half pack of cigarettes seemed hard to resist for the homeless man. He slowly got up and followed Zhao Yulin with his body shrunk.

This guy's outfit was too unconventional, and the smell was really pungent. It was natural for the bright and clean coffee shop not to let him in. There was no such thing as looking down on others.

Zhao Yulin didn't make things difficult for the clerk. He bought two cups of hot coffee and sat on the street with the homeless man. Anyway, there was an awning to protect them from the rain and wind, and it didn't matter whether they were inside or outside.

"How many people know that I'm in Yanjing now?"

Zhao Yulin took a sip of the slightly bitter hot drink, with a face full of bitterness and hatred. This was the only coffee that the young lady who didn't like coffee was willing to drink. I thought the taste should be very unique and fragrant, but it turned out to be unique, but it was also uniquely unpalatable.

The price was also very expensive.

The homeless man was not picky and did not mind the heat. He opened the lid and threw away the straw, bit the rim of the cup and drank most of it. He said, "Not much, but it won't be long before there will be more."

Zhao Yulin nodded. Time is money. While his whereabouts are still relatively secret, he must do his best to handle things properly. Otherwise, as time goes by, more and more people will come to the city of Yanjing to seek revenge, and it will be very inconvenient.

"One more day is one more day."

He held the cup with warm palms and asked, "Is it the news from that woman?"

The homeless man finished his coffee and threw the cup far away. It landed on the grass across the street where he had just lain. Afterwards, he reached out to Zhao Yulin, and his intention was obvious.

Zhao Yulin took out the Xuanhe Gate and handed the whole box to him.

"Your question is as good as fart."

The tramp puffed out smoke in a daze. To him, the cheapest Xuanhemen in the market seemed like the most expensive and purest drug in the world.

He enjoyed it, but he didn't realize that he was being taken advantage of.

Zhao Yulin looked at the water drops falling on the awning and said, "It's the same as not asking. The only one who could get the intelligence so quickly and send you here is that woman."

The tramp didn't like what he heard, so he corrected him, "I wasn't sent here by anyone. I was invited here."

It was as if there was a fire in his mouth. Thick smoke came out of his mouth while he was talking, which looked very funny.

"I'm sure you're in Yanjing, and I'm going to kill you next time, so I advise you not to go to secluded places recently, or you might lose your life."

Zhao Yulin put the coffee aside, rubbed his hands, and said with a smile: "It's been three years, and you can't kill me. Why are you pretending to be so arrogant? Can it make you feel better about your failure?"

"Go to hell."

The homeless man cursed in a boring way, and you couldn't even tell that he was cursing because his tone was so flat.

But cursing, sometimes, usually symbolizes unwilling recognition.

He really couldn't kill Zhao Yulin. He couldn't kill him three years ago, he couldn't kill him in the past three years, and now, three years later, he still can't kill him.

Zhao Yulin paused in rubbing his hands for a moment and said, "Instead of avoiding going to a remote place and giving you an opportunity to take advantage of me, it's better to just send you away."

"Send you away just like that?" The homeless man lit up his second cigarette.

Zhao Yulin looked at the rainy streets that were deserted in an instant and said, "A pack of cigarettes and a cup of hot coffee are a generous help to you when you are getting wet in the rain."

The homeless man said, "Yes, I owe you a favor, but it's not big enough."

Zhao Yulin held the coffee in his hand again and said, "I know that compared to the favor you owe to that woman, this favor is very small, so I don't ask you to give up the idea of ​​killing me. Favors are not things that can offset each other." "

Then what do you want?"

the homeless man asked. Perhaps because of the lack of facial expression, there was no anger on his dirty face after being tricked.

Zhao Yulin took a look at the unsightly figure, which was not very beautiful and smelled not very good, and said, "In a while, one of my younger brothers will be going on a long journey, traveling to several provinces and cities. He might be in danger, so we need a bodyguard."

"I heard that you are a bodyguard now. Do you have to make me a bodyguard too, so that you can feel balanced?" said the homeless man.

Zhao Yulin shrugged his shoulders in his signature style, touched his nose, and said, "It's up to you to think about it. I'll find a way to notify you when the time comes, and I'll pay for your plane ticket. It's much better to live with him than to sleep in the open now. I don't expect you to keep him safe and sound, but at least you have to bring me a living person with all four limbs intact. Otherwise, it's your own reputation that will be ruined."

"Then buy me a cell phone. Yanjing is so big, it'll be hard for you to find me." The homeless man requested.

Zhao Yulin raised his eyebrows sneerfully: "You wish. Not to mention that I'm very poor and can't bear to spend the money, I know very well how playboy you are. I bought you the phone and you sold it right away. Do you really think that your grandpa Zhao has lived a good life and has become stupid?"

The homeless man was not discouraged. He took a step back and said: "Then buy me two baskets of buns. I haven't eaten for half a month. I'm starving."

Zhao Yulin stood up from the curb, patted his butt, took out two thousand yuan in cash he had just withdrawn from his pocket, and threw it into the homeless man's arms.

"If your finger is broken, go to a hospital and have someone connect it. Don't do it yourself. Your body is so dirty that it might get infected and delay my work."

After saying that, he picked up the empty coffee cup on the ground, walked to the trash can and threw it away, then went into the coffee shop to borrow an umbrella and walked towards the Tomans Hotel.

Cao Ganjing was able to get out of bed, but there was a bullet hole the size of a fist on his back, so he still couldn't move freely.

When Zhao Yulin entered the room, he was holding a computer and letting Lu Man teach him how to play the most popular tower-pushing strategy game, called League of Legends.

Lu Man is a great hacker. He seems to have a great talent for anything data-related, and anything related to computer networks is not difficult for him.

"Tsk! You've been learning this kind of childish stuff for two hours, how come you're still so bad at it?"

Lu Man complained while teaching.

"Calculate the damage! You're charging forward with your head covered, do you think you're cheating?"

"Damn! Move!"

"Why are you fighting in a group at this time! You're just a bunch of pigs, and none of your teammates are economically advanced, you're just raising pigs!"

"Go push the tower!"

"Oh, fuck him, who allowed pigs to play games!"

Lu Man covered his face, and became more and more excited as he spoke, wishing he could go into battle himself, and he cursed more fluently than a real Chinese.

"How come you are as reckless as the boss? Get out!"

Zhao Yulin's forehead was full of black lines. He had been watching quietly from the side since he came in. He was not expecting to hear such words.

Uh-huh!

He cleared his throat.

The air in the hotel room suddenly became quiet.

His good friend Luoyang suddenly showed concern: "Well, A'man, what style of wheelchair do you like? I know a wheelchair manufacturer in Byzantium that can make custom products. Their workmanship is absolutely first-class."

Luman turned his head tremblingly, and looked in the direction of the cough. He saw Zhao Yulin with a smile on his face. His expression was stiff, and he forced a smile: "Boss... Boss, good evening. Have you eaten?"

Zhao Yulin smiled gently, like the breeze in April. He gently stroked the young man's head and said, "You haven't answered Luoyang's question yet. What style of wheelchair do you like?"

"Boss, I was wrong!"

Luman's whole face fell in an instant, and he looked like he was about to cry, with a bitter face.

"I just seemed to hear you say I'm handsome behind my back." Zhao Yulin smiled with a dagger hidden in his heart.

Lu Man climbed up when he saw the pole: "Yes! I just said that you are handsome, boss!"

"Then what's wrong with you?"

"My mistake is that I shouldn't say you are handsome behind your back, I should say it to your face, boss, you are brave and decisive, your strength is as great as the mountains and your spirit is as great as the world, boss, you are the overlord of the times, the Sparta of the East! You have nothing to do with reckless people!"

The young hacker burst out with a strong desire to survive.

Zhao Yulin felt comfortable listening to the flattery, and patted his head lightly: "The harmonious society saved you."