20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3705 Zhao Chang'an, No Longer a Gun
"Hey kid, you're lucky. You've got four such beautiful girls all by yourself."

Just then, a hand slapped Zhao Chang'an's shoulder lightly, accompanied by a flippant, nonchalant voice: "Introduce him to the two of you."

Zhao Chang'an was stunned when he was photographed. With his rising position and power, he had become quite unfamiliar with this kind of experience over the past two years.

Qi Xuan'er, Fan Chufei, Wang Yu, and Ye Yiyi, although they couldn't quite understand the words mixed with a strong local Chongqing accent, roughly understood that the skinny telephone pole patting Zhao Chang'an's shoulder and the triangular-eyed man standing next to him were coming for them.

Especially Fan Chufei's pure and delicate beauty, like a white lotus flower swaying in the wind, and Ye Yiyi's unique and trendy sequined makeup, even in a metropolis like Mingzhu, are particularly striking.

Whether it's Qi Xuan'er's bright and cheerful short hair or Wang Yu's long hair falling to one side as she sits on a small stool, leaning forward to drink mutton soup, the allure of her back can send men's hormones soaring.

The Citroen with the Jiangcheng license plate that Zhao Chang'an was driving was a new car, but it couldn't be considered a luxury car. Of course, in this day and age, people who could drive a car worth tens of thousands of yuan were generally doing well, or their families were doing well.

However, when a car worth over 100,000 yuan is taken to another place, especially outside the province, it's basically like telling others that it's a fat sheep and they can come and fleece it.

Ma Er, who had played cards all night and lost everything, was yawning early in the morning and was preparing to go to Zhou Ji's to buy two sesame cakes, ask for two bowls of free clear soup, and hopefully sneak a peek at Xiao Zhou's wife and baby. He also wanted to see if he could pick up a couple of unfamiliar bags near the market.

At this moment, the people drinking mutton soup inside and outside the shop were all locals. Judging from their clothing and the fact that most of them were from this area and wanted to be familiar with the place, Ma Er concluded that the man and four women had arrived in that car.

Normally, Master Ma could tolerate it. His brother was the manager of the comprehensive market. If he stole chickens or dogs, he would at most be scolded a few times. But if he dared to flirt with women, he could have his legs broken.

But that stunningly white, captivating face adorned with some kind of glittery makeup made Ma Er feel a little lighter. He dared not think about how to force himself on her, but if all else failed, he would just go over and say a few sweet words, touch her, and that would be enough to satisfy his craving. Even if his brother slapped him a couple of times afterward, it would still be worth it.

Meanwhile, his partner Stick had taken a liking to that beauty who resembled Lin Daiyu. Stick wasn't always called that. He had swindled a sandalwood horn from a street vendor who collected shares. Although he was impotent, he liked to use the horn as a substitute. Now, looking at that lovely woman, his eyes lit up, and he tightly gripped the horn in his coat pocket, his body trembling.

Zhao Chang'an turned around in surprise, wanting to see which bastard was tired of living and was in such a hurry to be reincarnated. He saw Ma Er's listless face with dark circles under his eyes, just like that of an opium addict.

Ma Er's smile froze. He blinked hard, then blinked again. The hand on Zhao Chang'an's shoulder, as if bitten by a venomous snake, was suddenly flung back, striking Mr. Jiao's head hard in the pocket of his coat, causing excruciating pain.

"Zhao, Zhao,"

Ma Er felt his knees going weak and his voice trembling. If it weren't for the familiar faces around him, he would have to kneel down and beg for mercy.

At this moment, the entire surroundings fell silent. Even those who didn't know what was going on were soon informed with schadenfreude, and then they all waited with glee to see the show.

"Ma Er, are you asking for a beating again? Want me to beat you up?"

Zhao Chang'an was surprised to see that it was Ma Er, with a stick standing next to him whose face was turning from red to white. These two scoundrels used to be disciples of the old Taoist priest, specializing in the route from the city to Guangzhou, using razor blades to cut open packages and steal things. Later, the old Taoist priest, Mule Big Head, was brought to justice, and the two, like frightened birds, ran to this area to make a living by stealing chickens and dogs.

Previously, when Xu Wanrong established her gang, these two also went there looking for work. However, they were dishonest and stole steel bars at night to sell. After being caught, Xu Wanrong remembered that they were her father's former underlings, so she had them beaten up, gave each of them three thousand yuan, and kicked them out.

So these two guys came back here, nothing serious, just petty theft all the time. They were caught, locked up for a few days, and then back to their old ways. "Mr. Zhao, I was just kidding, haha, I'm glad to see you happy."

Although Ma Er was trembling inside, he was quite relieved to hear Zhao Chang'an's words. This meant that Zhao Chang'an knew he used to work for Boss Xu and wouldn't use him as a scapegoat.

At this moment, Old Zhou, who had seen this scene inside, ran out with a big smile on his face to smooth things over.

"They are all my regular customers, and I'm happy to have them come and drink my mutton soup."

Old Zhou enthusiastically offered cigarettes.

Zhao Chang'an sneered inwardly, seeing deep disappointment in Lao Zhou's eyes.

It's obvious that Ma Er has been trying to get something from Lao Zhou, and he deliberately didn't come out just now so that Zhao Chang'an would use Ma Er and the stick as targets.

Moreover, he might even be able to bring down Brother Ma Er. In that case, Old Zhou would not only get his revenge but also save face. From now on, anyone who wants to make things difficult for his family will have to consider whether they will face retaliation from Zhao Chang'an.

He took advantage of his father more than a decade ago, and now he wants to take advantage of him again. He's really playing a clever game.

"Old Zhou, you're making a fortune every day now. In just a few years, you'll be the richest man in this area."

"It's a small business, and we rely on everyone's support."

Old Zhou looked a little smug.

Zhao Chang'an ignored Ma Er and exchanged a few pleasantries with Lao Zhou. Seeing that Lao Zhou was standing to the side, clearly wanting to talk to him a bit more or introduce the women around him, Zhao Chang'an stood up and nodded to him: "I'm leaving."

Watching Zhao Chang'an leave with the four women in a carefree manner, Old Zhou wanted to say something to stop him, but he had no reason to. He could only think to himself, "This brat has become smarter now. He can actually keep his temper in check and not mess with that scoundrel Ma Er."
Ma Er, looking embarrassed, said to Old Zhou, "Uncle Zhou, two bowls of free clear soup and two sesame seed cakes."

Zhao Chang'an returned to the car, glanced at Zhou Ji, and saw that Ma Er and Gunzi had already found a place to sit down.

"Wow, Zhao Chang'an, you're really good at enduring things. I thought you were going to take action to punish these two bullies and make it a good story."

Qi Xuan'er was clearly a little disappointed: "Shouldn't you be fiercely opposed to evil?"

"We live in a society governed by the rule of law. The days of Bao Zheng, who would travel incognito to plead for the people, are long gone. If someone breaks the law, the law will naturally punish them severely."

Zhao Chang'an said solemnly and confidently, "Where did you hear this rumor? I am a businessman who can't even kill a chicken."