My whole family has crossed with Goldfinger

Chapter 126 Chapter 120 Six : Staying up late for a while
The world of adults has always been one of collapse and self-healing.

Xu Dajun was crying inwardly while carrying two bundles of things to carry, but when he went back to face his family's greetings and old man Xu's expression that he would be willing to spend as much money as he wanted for my grandson's study, he immediately regained his energy .

Burn the lamp to read at night!

Than staying up late?
Our country has not been afraid of anyone who has served Zhao Zilong, and will fight against it!

Staying up all night is cool for a while, staying up all night is always cool.

The result is that the whole person sitting in the school is light and light, as if he is about to ascend to a fairy.

"Da Jun, have you been a thief for the past two nights?" Fang Zi'an couldn't stand it any longer, tsk tsk.

Xu Dajun sighed and didn't say anything. There's no need to speak out about homework.

"Go to Wangshu Pavilion after school today? Don't try to renege on your debt." Seeing that he didn't answer, Fang Zian said in a treacherous way.

He thought he spoke in a low voice so no one could hear him, but as soon as he finished speaking, Ma Yulin behind him said, "I can't do it today, we have to go to the hotpot restaurant together!"

Fang Zi'an waved his hand, "What are you going to see? I just went for a walk yesterday, isn't it all decorated, and it's just waiting for the opening? Don't go or go."

"It doesn't matter if you don't go. Xu Dajun has to go. He hasn't been there yet. Why doesn't he plan? Why doesn't he go and see?" Ma Yulin said.

Hmph, these people don't care much, unlike him, these days he runs to the hot pot restaurant right after school. Of course, he will not admit that he wants the hot pot restaurant to open as soon as possible to make money.

Alas, I have used up all the monthly cases again, it is not enough.

Xu Dajun has been busy copying the Five Classics and the Analects of Confucius, and memorizing other people's articles after copying the Analects of Confucius. How many days have passed? He asked his father Xu Chunshan to go there twice to see the custom-made tables, benches and copper pots. For myself, I really didn't make time to look at it once.

"Okay, let's go to school today." He nodded.

Fang Zi'an jumped up immediately, "It's been so many days since the Xunxun exam, you can promise, you haven't done it yet!"

"Hi, bitch!" Peng Ruiyuan sneered at him, "I'll treat you to the hot pot restaurant on the day it opens, let's all go!"

Fang Zian looked at him, then looked at Xu Dajun, thinking that someone is going to treat him, if it is not for nothing, then wait.

After all, in Wangshu Pavilion, it costs a lot of money to order a tune.

It was the end of school, and the entrepreneurial group of 11 went together and went to the hot pot restaurant, which was almost finished decorating.

The hotpot restaurant is diagonally opposite to Fumanlou, both on Nanmen Street.

The prosperity of this street is no less than that of Yangliu Lane. There are people coming and going, heavy traffic, and the land is very expensive. Anyone who can open a shop on this street is not an ordinary person.

Even at noon, the street is full of people.

Xu Dajun was lamenting the excitement of Nanmen Street, when the crowd suddenly became noisy and crowded.

"What happened?"

Some officers and soldiers rushed in, pulled out a cordon, and blocked the crowd on both sides of the street.

There were people standing in front of the shops and under the steps.

"The backing king's army has entered the city?" Ma Yulin exclaimed in shock.

"Who are you asking, you should know best about this?" Fang Zi'an said.

"I haven't heard of it, why did you come to the city at noon?"

"Let's go upstairs and have a look!"

A group of teenagers were also curious, and rushed up to the second floor of the hot pot restaurant impatiently.

When I reached the second floor, I looked down through the window, and I could see the movement on the other side of the street at a glance.

At this time, the entire Nanmen Avenue was cordoned off by officers and soldiers, and the streets in the middle were vacated, eagerly waiting for the people who were about to step in.

Not long after, there was movement at the intersection, and a group of black people came in unison. They were riding black horses, wearing black helmets and armor. Everyone held the reins in one hand and put the other on their waists. All of them kept their eyes on the big knife slung between them, and they couldn't help but hold their breath.

"This is the famous black knight guard!"

When Xu Dajun heard Dong Shuangqi's excited tone, he couldn't help being curious: "The black knight?"

Dong Shuangqi glanced at him, "You don't know the black cavalry guards? This is the personal guard of the King of the Mountain. There are a total of [-] people. If you pick any one out of them, they are all generals who can lead an army to fight north and south. !"

Xu Dajun heard the envy and admiration in his tone, and joked: "Do you want to enter?"

"Nonsense!" Dong Shuangqi clenched his fists, "Who doesn't want to join the Black Knights? My father participated in the selection of the Black Knights when he was young, but unfortunately he was not selected. If I can become a Black Knight one day, my father Don't kneel down and call me daddy!"

Xu Dajun's eyes flickered slightly, and he gave Dong Shuangqi a cautious look.

Dong Shuangqi was baffled, and was about to speak when he felt a chill in his vest, and felt a blazing gaze burning him from the opposite side. When he subconsciously looked over, he saw a window on the second floor of the opposite teahouse. A middle-aged man was staring at him. he.

Dong Shuangqi almost didn't jump up, mother!Why is his father opposite?
He shouldn't have spoken loudly just now, right?Maybe a little excited, a little bit older?But his father is across the street, so he probably didn't hear him, right?
Dong Shuangqi yelled at the opposite side, and quickly squatted down. Well, if he squatted down, his father would not be able to see him.

"Look! That's the backer king!"

Ma Yulin yelled, Dong Shuangqi couldn't squat, and stood up again with a swipe, King of the Mountain!He wants to see!
Behind the black cavalry guards, a middle-aged general in golden armor was riding a snow-white horse, full of murderous aura, without anger and majesty.

This is the backer king!

OMG!

From such a long distance, people can feel his aura that cannot be ignored, the aura of a battle-tested king.

This is the king, the born king!
"Ahhh!" Dong Shuangqi, a little fan, was already trembling with excitement, and Xu Dajun and Fang Zian, who were close to him, were in trouble, one left and one right were grabbed tightly by him, and the skin would be ripped off by him. Like going together.

Not only Dong Shuangqi, Fang Yuxing and other young men were all very excited, even Fang Congyun, who had always been steady, couldn't hide his excitement in his eyes.

The people below did not calm down.

This scene is even worse than the scene of chasing superstars in the previous life.

The backer king is really what everyone expects!

Until the army passed through Nanmen Street, the common people were still talking about the aura of the backer king.

Upstairs, Xu Dajun and Fang Zi'an were playing mixed doubles against Dong Shuangqi, for no other reason than this guy was so excited just now that his wrists were all purple!
It was a coincidence that Xu Dajun was caught with his right hand. The ghost knows how sore his wrist, which has been tortured by copying books, is so sore again.

The decoration on the second floor was completed, but the tables and chairs had not been set up yet, so there was nowhere to hide, so Dong Shuangqi shuttled back and forth among the students to avoid their pursuit.

For a while, it was a mess.

In the end, it was Fang Congyun who made a sound, and the fight stopped.

A group of teenagers inspected the hot pot restaurant whose decoration has come to an end. The three cobblers, better than Zhuge Liang, gathered a lot of suggestions.

I also met the shopkeeper Song who Fang Congyun arranged to be in charge of Manjianghong Hot Pot Restaurant, and the waiters who were on standby.

Then set a date for the opening of the hot pot restaurant.

(End of this chapter)