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As soon as he said this, the bald head couldn't help but his eyes rounded, Song Hong? Isn't that the peerless master who became famous ten years ago and inherited the title of Juggernaut? However, what he saw just now was obviously just a decadent middle-aged man with a stubborn face, messy hair, and even some run-down clothes! When opening the door, he even thought that the other party was just a tramp who accidentally knocked on the courtyard door.

After all, if he is really the contemporary sword master who became famous ten years ago, he is only 35 years old now? No matter how he looks, he's about the same age as his own boss.

Song Hong frowned upon hearing this: "Tu Fatty, your yelling problem has not changed."

Fatty Tu also didn't care, and smiled: "Let's not meet outside." As he said, he saw Xiao Qiu who followed Song Hong into the house, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed: " Oh! This little girl is pretty enough. Where did you get it?"

Song Hong first signaled Xiao Qiu to stand next to him, and then said in a bad mood: "Okay, this is my apprentice, where can I fight? Xiao Qiu, this is your uncle Tu Hua, call out."

Xiao Qiu stood up quickly, saluted, and shouted, "Uncle Tu, the junior is rude."

Tu Hua smiled all over his face: "Hey, the little girl is so cute. You are lucky enough to accept such a good apprentice."

Halfway through speaking, Tu Hua was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Little girl, come closer and let me see what you look like."

Song Hong's expression was slightly disturbed, but he didn't stop Xiao Qiu.

Seeing that the master hadn't moved, Xiao Qiu approached the counter. Tu Hua leaned forward and examined Xiao Qiu's appearance for a while, then suddenly raised his head and asked Song Hong: "You just called her Xiao Qiu, did you give it the name?"

Xiao Qiu nodded: "I was brought back by Master from the loneliness garden. The name was given by the master. The single name is Qiu, and the last name follows the master's name."

Tu Hua sat back, patted his thigh, and sighed heavily.

"Hi! Song Hong, what do you want me to say about you? Xia, Qiu, haha, this is a good name!"

Song Hong's face was black and black, and he defended: "Tu Fatty, it's not what you think. I don't have any thoughts, but just happened to see such a little girl, and she happened to have good martial arts qualifications."

Tu Hua shook his head and said, "Don't think that others don't know what you think of your master. I warn you, you must think clearly about your relationship with Xiao Qiu. Don't get it clear. You will hurt others and yourself in the future."

Song Hong was finally furious. He slapped the wall and said, "Fatty, do you crook your mouth again? I don't have that thought at all, don't tell me nonsense!"

Tu Hua impatiently said: "Come on, you get angry, don't vent your anger with my wall. I don't talk nonsense with you, let's go, is it here to take the job?"

When Song Hong withdrew his hand, the bald head was shocked to realize that he had taken a palm print on the wall.

This is a brick wall! Not a mud wall or a wooden wall.

As expected, the sword saint who had become famous ten years ago looked at Song Hong with his bald head and admiration.

Xiao Qiu was frightened by Master's actions and hurriedly ran back to Master, stood aside properly, and looked up at him.

Tu Hua looked at Xiao Qiu and sighed: "What a girl, it's a pity to follow you."

Song Hong walked to the counter and said, "Okay, give me a few more paid jobs, even the hard ones, just don't be too troublesome for a long time. I'm short of money recently."

Tu Hua stretched out his hand to take the sign from the wall, and said, "Don't you always have no money, are you still recently? I said you, drink less wine, gamble less, and live with the little girl in peace. Isn't it okay?"

Song Hong held his hand and simply ignored him.

The two took the sign, and then talked with some black language that only their own people could understand. After a while, Song Hong took two jobs, thanked him, collected the bamboo sign, and took Xiaoqiu to himself. Leave.

After Song Hong left, his bald head asked curiously: "The shopkeeper, who are you talking about? Just the one implied in your words."

There was no smile on Tu Hua's face. He said coldly: "That person is not something you can inquire about, so don't ask."

The bald head quickly promised.

Although Tu Hua sometimes looks amiable when receiving visitors, Bald knows that his shopkeeper, as a pivotal figure in the underground gang of Kangu City, is not a good person. He sullen his face, indicating that this matter must be really important and not something he can touch.

"Ayin, is it fun to play?"

"tired"

"Aren't you the fifth-generation prosthetic body? How can you be more tired than me?"

"I am heart tired."

"Oh, I finally let you realize how hard, boring, and boring life is for the rich."

"You can save it, then, millet, where did your money come from, so much. Was it given by God the Father?"

"Huh! Don't mention that scumbag! Of course I earn my money."

In the evening, the rain had already stopped and the breeze was blowing. After spending a whole day in the city, they were now sitting by the lake and fishing.

This lake is called Yuanhu Lake, which is an artificially dug lake in the ancient city of Kan. The fish inside are also artificially raised, including koi, black fish and grass carp. This Yuanhu Lake is decorated with pavilions and willow trees, and the scenery is beautiful, but it is not common for people to come in and fish.

In addition to paying a sum of money to enter the lake, you have to have an identity in the upper class of the ancient city of Kan. Those who can fish here are either rich or expensive.

According to Mi Shui's self-introduction, she is a mysterious rich man in Kangu, except for the mask, everything else is full of rich style. However, she rarely comes out during the day. The sixth-generation prosthesis is a pure organism and needs rest, so she lay down and dormant during the day, and only came out at night for activities. With her ability, except that the sixth-generation prosthetic body can't fly, there is still no problem with flying over the wall.

The final note was fishing ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and talking with Mi Shui here, I couldn't help asking: "Is your money stolen by a strange thief?"

Sui Shui angrily said: "Ayin, how can you slander people like this out of thin air? Of course, I earned my money from writing books."

"Write a book?"

"Yes, you don't know, I also promoted the development of the paper industry in human society!"

The final tone stayed for a while before he said: "Have you arbitrarily raised the level of human society's science and technology? Be careful to let the Father know and beat you."

"Haha, it's just the paper industry, a little bit of technology, anyway, without me, the human race will be able to point out this technology sooner or later, right? Father God won't beat me for that!"

Under Milli’s explanation, the final note learned that Milli Shui had cooperated with a big businessman in Lihe City many years ago. Milli Shui taught him the concept of equity participation and dividends, and then he took up half of the shares, and Taught him more advanced papermaking skills.

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