Chapter 193: People Are Divided Into Groups

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The main materials of this set of armor are bamboo, leather and some metal. The whole body is black, and the production is very exquisite, which is pleasing to the eye.

In fact, compared with the armor of other countries at the same time, Japanese samurai armor is not considered optimal in terms of defense or practicality, because for a long time, the Japanese were concerned about Get up and play "Warring States Period" at the level of your own village chief on your own island.

But putting aside a series of shortcomings,

The key is that it looks good.

Even at this time, when Zhou Ze looked at himself wrapped in armor in the mirror, he didn't feel any discomfort or anger that this thing suddenly appeared on his body. Instead, he felt that this set of armor was practical and protective. Let’s not talk about sexual things. Just when it suddenly shows up during a fight, I feel that I am “cool”;

If there is an experienced person next to him who can match it with a classical BGM in time, the effect will be even better.

Perhaps it was influenced by modern Japanese products, but at least for Zhou Ze, he really didn't hate this armor.

Zhou Ze still remembers that when he was a child in the orphanage, after dinner, a large group of children would gather in the living room with the only TV in the school. Everyone would sit on the small bench and wait to watch cartoons.

At that time, video recorders and later VCDs and DVDs were not widely available, so everyone basically watched whatever was on TV.

There was a time when a Japanese anime "The Demon Altar Fighter" was popular across the continent and set off a huge craze. Even from today's perspective, this anime is still not out of date in terms of the design of the armor and the use of some second-guessing background music. Feeling stale.

Reach out,

Lift your legs,

Twist your waist,

Even though he was a little weak now, Zhou Ze still insisted on posing a few poses in front of the mirror, feeling like an old man going crazy as a teenager.

When he had enough fun, Zhou Ze closed his eyes and the armor quickly disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief and sat down again, already dripping with sweat.

Bai Yingying also brought the shower gel and walked into the bathroom again. She saw that Zhou Ze was sweating again. She didn't know why, so she could only wash Zhou Ze again.

After enjoying the service of his maid, Boss Zhou, who had taken a shower and put on clean clothes, was helped by Bai Yingying to sit on his favorite spot on the sofa.

There was a plate of candies on the coffee table in front of him, as well as coffee and newspapers.

Leisurely afternoon time should be wasted.

Boss Zhou quickly assumed the role of salted fish again. Maybe this was his nature. Moreover, after what happened last time, Zhou Ze began to instinctively reject any activities that required him to leave the bookstore.

His character is a bit selfish, and he has a kind of "I just want to eat fish as much as I can, even if I die, the flood will be overwhelming."

The old Taoist came back at this time, sweating profusely. When he saw Zhou Ze leaning on the sofa and reading the newspaper, the old Taoist laughed excitedly "hehe" twice, and immediately brought a bottle of cold beer over and said:

"Boss, it feels so good to come home and see you sitting here reading the newspaper as usual."

The implication of the old way is,

It's like a husband who has been working hard outside all day and comes home to see his mother-in-law nursing a child, and he is no longer tired.

Anyway, this sounds weird.

Zhou Ze glanced at the old Taoist and saw that he was full of energy and strong in his steps. He suddenly felt envious of this guy. After that incident, even if the old Taoist had Bai Yingying's Corpse Pill to extend his life, it only guaranteed that he would not die. , I didn’t expect that the old Taoist’s vitality is really tenacious. It didn’t take long for him to cultivate himself again.

A seventy-year-old man has such a terrifying vitality, and he can still stand tall when he wakes up in the morning. His mind is always thinking about all kinds of things, which is really enviable to others.

"How is your health?" Zhou Ze asked.

No matter what, you still have to care about it, even if Zhou Ze thinks it's okay for the old man to order one dragon and two phoenixes to spend the night.

"It's good. I feel stronger than before." The old Taoist patted his chest and sat down next to Zhou Ze. Then he reached out and pointed quietly at Bai Yingying who was busy behind him, and whispered:

"Boss, can you solve Yingying's matter?"

"I'll solve it when I recover."

"That's good, she's a pretty girl." The old man sighed, went to the bathroom, then walked out and turned on the big TV, changing the channel at will.

"Hey, boss, there's a football match today, do you want to watch it?"

"Not interested." Zhou Ze is not a fan.

"The match against Tongcheng Zhiyun seems to be for a super team, the Football Association Cup.

It's very rare for a B team to play a super team. Just take a look. "

Lao Dao is actually not a football fan, but he has a certain fate with the team. When he traveled around in the early years, he was invited to perform rituals at the home stadiums of many teams and clubs, which meant to consecrate the team's home stadium and turn it around. Luck.

Probably those teams are a bit unlucky. The shots at their home court are always on the goalpost or have some kind of bad luck. Anyway, the old man is just a blind cat who meets a dead mouse. Or the players feel that their home court is open and blessed, and their mental state is different. , the home results suddenly improved, and the veteran became very popular. After he became famous, he was invited by several clubs to practice.

To say that Chinese people are really superstitious, in fact, there are not many. Even though the temples are full of incense, everyone just wants to have fun. When they enter the temple, they worship.

The spirit of the Internet, and this is not actually superstitious. Before the construction of the building starts and before the filming of the movie and TV series, people will actually place an offering on the table and put incense on it to seek good luck.

However, the old Taoist went too far in the past few years and created a butterfly effect. You invite a Taoist priest here, and I will invite a master dancer or a monk. In short, after you sing, I will go on stage, and all kinds of gods will come to bless me, giving full play to the power of clubs in various places. The local industrial characteristics are so lively.

However, this was captured by a fan and caused a stir on the Internet. The fans themselves just made fun of it, but it was noticed by the higher-ups. The Football Association immediately issued a letter prohibiting all clubs from doing this kind of thing again.

For this reason, the veteran has also cut off this source of wealth and can only switch to the live broadcast industry. This is a story for another day.

…………

Xu Qinglang didn't drive back to his hometown. He took a ride back and forth. When he took a ride back from his hometown after doing things, he saw the driver on the road who seemed to be looking at him secretly.

All right,

Xu Qinglang was somewhat used to this kind of looking at him, and he was somewhat immune to it. He also knew his own appearance and temperament, so there was nothing he could do about it.

However, something seemed wrong with the driver. From time to time he took out his mobile phone to look at himself, and then deliberately looked at himself in the rearview mirror. Finally, the driver couldn't help but ask:

"Are you a crossdresser?"

Xu Qinglang didn't understand the meaning for a while.

The driver shook his head, looked at the phone screen again, and asked, "Are you a man or a woman?"

"male."

Xu Qinglang pointed at the driver and said, "What are you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Tell me what you are looking at." Xu Qinglang said firmly.

Not to mention the domineering aura of having more than twenty sets,

Let’s just say that I’ve seen a lot of temperament that’s been refined over time.

Xu Qinglang seemed to have a Wu Zetian-like sense of oppression when he spoke now.

The driver may also be young, and his psychological preparation is not as good as that of an experienced person. When he was nervous, he pointed directly at the screen and said:

“We have driver reviews here, but passengers can’t see them;

I read the comments here that you are very beautiful, and some people are guessing whether you are a boy or a girl. I took your order before because I saw this comment, so I was interested and took the order right away. In fact, Your path is quite different from mine. "

"boring."

Xu Qinglang shook his head disdainfully and closed his eyes.

About twenty minutes later, the car arrived at the door of the bookstore. Xu Qinglang got out of the car and saw that there were many people inside the bookstore, and they were alive.

Opening the door and walking in, Xu Qinglang saw Zhou Ze sitting at the bar.

"You're awake." Xu Qinglang greeted.

"Yeah." Zhou Ze nodded.

"Why is it so lively?" Xu Qinglang asked.

Zhou Ze pointed to the screen on the big TV and said: "At first, the old Taoist was watching the football match, and then many passers-by saw it through the glass window and came in to watch it together."

"Spending a hundred yuan just to come in and watch a football match?" Xu Qinglang couldn't understand.

In fact, Tongcheng has not had a professional team for a long time, but since it was established two years ago, it has suddenly gathered a lot of fans. Even if it is a B game, nearly ten thousand people go to watch the game every time, and the popularity has increased. It has surpassed some super teams.

"Damn it, I'm behind two to zero. Damn it, I won't watch anymore!"

A young man with many tattoos cursed and yelled a few times, and finally reluctantly went to the bar to pay.

"It's a money trick. I asked for two bottles of Sprite, and I was charged a hundred. In the crucial first half, we fell behind by two goals. I'm really spending money to get myself punished."

The tattooed man thought for a moment, took back the hundred yuan he was about to give out, and said to Zhou Ze:

"Boss, are you embarrassed to take my money? I also work here, nicknamed Brother Qiang. If you have anything to do in the future, just say hello to me..."

"No more." Zhou Ze replied.

The tattooed man smiled "hehe" and pointed at Zhou Ze, indicating that he knew that the owner who could actually open a shop on South Street was no longer the target of such a gangster.

The tattooed man took out a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, lit it, and opened the bookstore door and walked out.

"You don't know how to live or die." Xu Qinglang mocked from the side.

He understood why Zhou Ze suddenly refused to accept his money. It was definitely not a threat.

joke,

A ghost servant is threatened by a rogue from your world, can you still hang out?

Coupled with the iron-rooster Grandet character of Boss Zhou, will he have trouble with money?

In fact, Xu Qinglang also noticed that the tattooed gangster had turned black, and there was still a little black energy surrounding his body. It was obvious that he had attracted some dirty things recently. If there were no qualified people to help him solve the problem, he would be seriously ill. On the road, there may be a car accident.

If you don't want to take the money from a dying person, just don't take it. Maybe Tai Huan will come to the bookstore in a few days. If I can't take the money from you while you are alive, I will take it after you die. Anyway, Boss Zhou is sitting on Diaoyutai.

Zhou Ze silently lit a cigarette.

The outside of the bookstore is covered with glass, so you can clearly see the tattooed man who just walked out.

The tattooed man took a long puff of cigarette, walked out, and was about to spit it out,

There happened to be a pregnant woman walking past him.

The tattooed man looked at the woman's big belly and immediately held back the puff of cigarette. Anyone who smokes knows this.

The sour taste of the cigarette is like swallowing half a mouthful of mustard.

After the pregnant woman leaves,

The tattooed man bent over and retched on the ground.

Boss Zhou blew out a smoke ring, and Xu Qinglang beside him also saw this scene.

"Go and help him crack it." Zhou Ze said.

Xu Qinglang nodded.

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