vrcanaries Chapter 127 Can You Bear It?
Chapter 127 Can You Bear It?
Chapter 127 Can You Bear It?
The two people were chatting, which attracted the attention of several old men who were playing chess.
Even the kids playing skateboards not far away stopped and watched Ye Changqing chatting with the man.
It seemed as if this scene was extremely incredible.
The man noticed all this and looked at Ye Changqing and said, "You invite a fool to dinner. Tell me, who is stupid, you or me?"
Seeing that this guy seemed to be acting strangely, Ye Changqing said unhappily, "Anyway, I'm not stupid!"
The man snorted: "I'm not stupid. Anyway, there are idiots who treat me to a meal."
He deliberately imitated Ye Changqing's tone and said something that could make a person angry to death. Ye Changqing touched his nose. This guy had fallen to the point of rummaging through trash cans, probably because of this mouth.
The two of them left the family compound, and Ye Changqing walked towards the nearest noodle shop.
But the man tried to stop her: "I don't want to eat from this restaurant. The food is too bad."
Ye Changqing felt that when inviting someone to dinner, it was natural to make them happy, so he didn't care: "Then you lead the way."
The man quickened his pace and walked to a beef noodle restaurant. He walked straight in: "Boss, a bowl of beef noodles, with meat, meat, and meat. Listen carefully, add three servings of meat."
The boss glanced at Ye Changqing, as if he had seen someone being taken advantage of, and ordered the kitchen to prepare something.
The man sat down and asked, "Don't you want to eat?"
Ye Changqing shook his head: "I have eaten."
Soon the boss brought a bowl of noodles. Most of the bowl was beef, with only a small portion being noodles, as if a few noodles were mixed in with the beef.
Ye Changqing was amazed and asked the boss, "How much?"
The boss smiled and said, "Sixty-five dollars."
Fifty-five?
Ye Changqing looked at the price list on the wall: "Isn't it ten yuan a bowl?"
The boss smiled and nodded: "A bowl of beef noodles is ten yuan, one portion of beef is fifteen, and three portions are forty-five."
Ye Changqing looked at the beef in the man's bowl and thought that the man was quite reasonable. He paid him and sat aside waiting.
The man glanced at Ye Changqing and seemed a little surprised by Ye Changqing's attitude.
He just took a look and started eating. He ate very slowly and politely, making almost no noise.
Ye Changqing looked a little surprised. He ate very quickly and his mother would sometimes hit him on the head with chopsticks. She would say he was the reincarnation of a starving ghost.
After finishing his meal, the man rinsed his mouth with a disposable cup and then said, "I'm done. Who are you looking for? I'll show you the way."
Ye Changqing smiled and said three words: "Zhu Xiaochun."
The man was stunned for a moment, then stood up: "I know where his house is, come with me."
After saying that, he led the way.
When Ye Changqing saw his strange expression, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
The descendants of the Shanghan School and the Qianjin School have all encountered problems, and the Ziyin School seems to be in trouble as well.
I followed the man directly to the last few buildings. They were old buildings with cement walls covered with all kinds of threads hanging everywhere like spider webs.
The stairwell was also very narrow. He followed the man in front of him upstairs. Finally, on the third floor, he stopped and pointed at the rusty security door: "This is Zhu Xiaochun's house."
Ye Changqing reached out and knocked on the door. He knocked more than ten times, but no one opened it.
"Why is there no one?"
The man walked a few steps downstairs and stopped when he heard Ye Changqing ask: "He's dead, there must be no one."
After saying that, he went downstairs.
Ye Changqing quickly chased after him: "Zhu Xiaochun is dead, he must have descendants, are his children still around?"
The man lowered his head and walked downstairs, asking as he walked, "What do you want with his children?"
Ye Changqing said vaguely: "I am a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, and they are also traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. Let me communicate with you."
Chinese medicine?
The man had already reached the first floor, stopped, and looked up at Ye Changqing on the stairs: "You are a Chinese medicine doctor, are you... still seeing patients?"
Ye Changqing shook his head. He was Zhao Qiuyan's driver now, and he practiced medicine purely out of spontaneity. Strictly speaking, he had the skills of traditional Chinese medicine.
He is not a practicing Chinese medicine doctor.
He didn't want to hide it and directly revealed his identity: "I am a driver now."
The man smiled a strange smile, one filled with bitterness and misery: "Actually, I used to be a Chinese medicine practitioner, but now I'm a madman."
After that, he was silent, then looked at Ye Changqing: "My father's name is Zhu Xiaochun, and my name is Zhu Yunsong.
Tell me what you want from me. Let me tell you first. If my dad owes you money, then you should keep silent because I can’t pay it back.
As for that house, it actually belongs to someone else.
I don't have a penny." Ye Changqing didn't expect that the man in front of him was Zhu Xiaochun's son. Seeing him like this, asking about the medical book "Zi Yin Jing", he couldn't open his mouth.
After a moment of silence, he said, “My master and your father should be good friends.
If you need any help, just ask and I can help you."
help me?
Zhu Yunsong shook his head: "You are a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and you have ended up being a driver.
You are like a clay Buddha crossing a river, unable to save yourself.
How can you help me?
Can you recommend me a job as a driver?"
Ye Changqing could hear the dissatisfaction in his heart, as if he had encountered something that made him indignant: "I became a driver because I found a partner. She is a female CEO. I became a driver mainly to improve communication. It's not as miserable as you say."
Zhu Yunsong shook his head: "So you're just a gigolo, you're even worse than me.
I may be a fool, but I don't make a living by selling myself."
Ye Changqing couldn't help but retort after hearing what he said: "The bowl of noodles you just had, with three servings of meat, cost fifty-five yuan a bowl.
That fifty-five dollars is the salary that the female president gave me.
You are so ambitious, don't eat it!"
you!
Zhu Yunsong was speechless after being rebuked. After a moment, he said angrily, "Anyway, it wasn't me who sold my body."
Ye Changqing smacked his lips, wanting to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.
He couldn't bear to say anything too harsh. After a moment's silence, he said, "Do you really need my help? Think carefully. If you refuse, it will be invalid."
Zhu Yunsong looked at Ye Changqing for a long time, a trace of solemnity in his eyes: "Are you serious?"
Ye Changqing was now certain that he was not a fool, so he spoke without hesitation and said unhappily, "Do you think I have nothing better to do than tease a fool like you?"
Zhu Yunsong was called a silly boy, and the muscles on his face twitched a few times, but he quickly regained his composure: "I want to open a Chinese medicine clinic, can you help me?"
Ye Changqing didn't expect to make such a simple request: "Come with me, let's find a storefront now, and I promise to open it within ten days!"
Zhu Yunsong stretched out his hand to stop him: "Don't leave so quickly. I have another request. If someone causes trouble, can you handle it?"
trouble?
Ye Changqing realized that the key question was coming: "What trouble?"
Zhu Yunsong had a complicated expression. He called it trouble, but in fact it was a disaster. He didn't know if the person in front of him was capable of handling it. "I might lose everything and get into trouble with some powerful people.
My current behavior is a living example of this.
Are you sure you still want to help me?"