It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 294 [050] Xiaozhi's Adventures
The Homeless Association has a large number of members, and is known as the three most outrageous guilds in Ringstone City, along with the Ox-Horse Association, which believes that "working like a cow or a horse is sweet no matter how hard it is", and the "Peace Association", which dreams of coexisting peacefully even when a knife is on its neck.

These three guilds have no leaders and no organizational structure. Anyone who agrees with their ideas can join. Generally speaking, the Street Friends Association is a safe haven for the homeless and a resting place for the frustrated. It is more normal than the other two outrageous guilds.

Risking the explosion of the makeshift furnace, Zhu Shengzhi, in disguise, watched over the formation of the "relics" and finally got a meal of synthetic tofu from his fifth uncle.

"It's delicious! Everything tastes good when you're hungry!"

Zhu Shengzhi, who used to eat delicacies from land and sea every day, found his fate uncertain after escaping death. The synthetic tofu that seemed crude on weekdays also became a delicacy.

It made gurgling sounds in its mouth, inhaled air and chewed at the same time, with juice overflowing from its mouth. It really looked like a fat pig fighting for food in a trough.

Uncle Wu said with a smile: "Don't eat so fast, be careful of getting burned, we don't have money to see a doctor."

Zhu Shengzhi quickly finished eating the synthetic tofu, wiped his mouth, and began to look around.

As night falls, fragile sheds built with broken synthetic boards and plastic become faintly visible in the darkness, resisting the gradually cooler weather after the arrival of autumn.

The scattered LED lights could barely illuminate a small area. Surrounded by the LED light, the poor sat together, built a bonfire with the coal slag they picked up, and shared the leftovers they had finally gotten today.

The messy paths that could hardly be called "streets" were filled with dirty water stains and gave off a foul smell. From a distance, Zhu Shengzhi could smell a foul odor, but at this time, his body and face were covered in mud, so he didn't smell much better than others.

In front of the few shacks there are simple furniture, sofas and folding chairs abandoned by the rich, which have become a place for the residents of this slum to rest and gather - there is a big sofa in front of Uncle Wu's shack.

Zhu Shengzhi's eyes rolled, and he compared the furnishings of the sheds, judging that his fifth uncle had a certain status in the homeless association, or at least was someone who had a say in this slum.

"Uncle Wu, Uncle Wu," Zhu Shengzhi immediately leaned forward to try to get closer to him. "My name is 'Zhi Duo Xing', Uncle Wu, you can just call me 'Xiao Zhi'. I am Uncle Wu's man because I have eaten Uncle Wu's food. As long as Uncle Wu can use me, I will do my best to help him!"

Uncle Wu touched his beard which was covered with oil smoke and said: "You look quite smart. My back pain comes back. Since you want to help, wait for these relics to cool down, take them to the north entrance of the shantytown, hand them over to the consignee, and then bring the money back."

Zhu Shengzhi was somewhat suspicious. Was his uncle deliberately testing his loyalty? Otherwise, why would he send a stranger like him to carry out such an important mission, and even handle money and goods?

What the hell, this old man! The slums must be full of his people. If I dare to abscond with the money, I will definitely be caught on the spot by his people, and they will castrate me and throw my kidneys into the canal!

"Okay! Okay! I will complete the task!" Zhu Shengzhi was suspicious in his heart, but he still smiled on the surface.

"Hmm..." Uncle Wu looked at Zhu Shengzhi carefully for a while, "Your face is too dirty. Did you fall? It's all muddy. This will affect the recipient's first impression."

Under the instruction of his uncle, Zhu Shengzhi washed his face in an empty bucket. In order not to be recognized by others for removing the sludge, Zhu Shengzhi put on facial expressions, with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes, like the product of an incestuous marriage.

Uncle Wu did not comment on Zhu Shengzhi's face, but just stared at his bald head with his eyes shining:
"Great! It's really great! I have a cassock in my collection that matches your bald head perfectly. You can wear it to deliver the goods. The recipient is a Buddhist and might give you more money after seeing you!"

Zhu Shengzhi's mouth twisted even more: "The other party studies Buddhism, and deliberately buys fake relics like ours?"

Uncle Wu: "The deeper you study Buddhism, the more you understand that there are no real relics in this world! Stop talking nonsense, I will give you 6 ordination scars on your head..."

“Ahhh! Hot! Hot hot ...

Uncle Wu used an iron rod heated in the stove to press the scars on Zhu Shengzhi's body. The pain was so severe that Zhu Shengzhi was incoherent but dared not resist.

It's like torture! Uncle Wu, you look so kind, how could you be so cruel! I understand, you must be a smiling tiger. How can you survive in such a dark slum by just pretending to be kind? You must be a cruel villain!

Ten minutes later, Zhu Shengzhi changed into a full set of monk's clothes, with six newly ironed scars on his head, and went to the meeting place looking brand new.

The night wind blew through the northern streets of the shantytown. Zhu Shengzhi felt that there were countless curious eyes looking at him along the way, but because he was his fifth uncle's man, no one asked him any questions.

The poor people wore ragged clothes, with ragged cuffs and holes in their trouser legs, revealing their miserable living conditions. Their eyes revealed helplessness and decadence, but also concealed tenacity and complaints against unfair fate.

Zhu Shengzhi just wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible and return to a safe and comfortable place. But at this moment, he had to accept the protection of his fifth uncle because Nian would hunt him down and there was a traitor in the Shengzhi team. The slum was not as big as he had imagined. Zhu Shengzhi soon arrived at the north entrance of the shantytown and met the consignee who had been waiting for a long time.

Zhu Shengzhi was frightened by the other person's appearance.

The consignee was wrapped in a black robe, with almost no skin exposed. Both his hands and feet were covered tightly with black gloves and black leather boots, and even his head was covered by a black wide-brimmed hat, leaving absolutely no exposure.

The most disturbing thing is his full-view black mask, which is made of black metal and scratch-resistant glass, and completely covers his face. On the other side of the mask, there is a complex airflow system that ensures smooth breathing through air circulation, as well as a sonic lifting device to prevent the characteristic sound from leaking out, and only sporadic mechanical breathing sounds can be heard.

Zhu Shengzhi suspected that the other party was of noble status and was probably from the inner city - you are not my lover No. 7, are you? Lover No. 7 also studies Buddhism and likes relics very much. Are you going to buy them directly from the place of origin without a middleman to make a profit?
However, the consignee did not seem to know Zhu Shengzhi, at least he did not recognize the big monk wearing a cassock, with scars from his ordination, and with a crooked mouth and squinting eyes.

Without commenting on the quality of the relics or Zhu Shengzhi's appearance, the consignee handed over the money and the goods and left quickly. Zhu Shengzhi didn't know whether he had given too much or too little.

Having successfully completed the task, Zhu Shengzhi happily put the roll of banknotes into his robes and turned around to go back.

"Stop!"

The sudden voice from behind almost made Zhu Shengzhi pull up his trouser pocket. He turned around and saw that the person who spoke was not the consignee who had just left, but a sloppily dressed gangster-like figure who appeared out of nowhere.

Zhu Shengzhi felt relieved. This person was probably not a minion of the Nyan Society, but a petty thief who was extorting money at the entrance of the slums.

"Amitabha..." Zhu Shengzhi, who had money in his robe, put his palms together and said to the other party, "I have a stomachache and I am about to go back to take a shit. What can I do for you, donor?"

"Stop pretending to be a fake monk!" The gangster came up and slapped Zhu Shengzhi twice, making Zhu Shengzhi see stars.

"Hand over the money you just received! This is the territory of the Shengzhi Group. Even if money falls from the sky, the Shengzhi Group must get a share!"

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Zhu Shengzhi's eyes: "Are you from the Shengzhi Group? Why haven't I seen you before..."

"Nonsense! How can a scumbag like you from the Homeless Association know the noble heroes of the Bio-Intelligence Team? The entire District 5 and District 6 are protected by our Boss Zhu, so you better take out the money!"

Zhu Shengzhi was extremely regretful. He had not disciplined the lower class members strictly and even allowed them to bully the market and extort women and children. Now they were bullying him.

However, the situation forced them to reveal their identities. Moreover, even if a low-level member like the other party saw Zhu Shengzhi without disguise, he would probably not recognize him. After all, the Shengzhi Group was attacked by the Ni'an Society, and this guy had no sense of crisis at all.

"This, this money is not mine... I won't be able to explain myself if I give it to you... I won't give you anything but the Buddha..."

Zhu Shengzhi wanted to beg for mercy, but the other party refused to give in and kicked him in the chest again, causing him to fall into the dust, wailing for a long time and unable to get up.

"You, you should not be too extreme... What's your name?"

The little gangster just regarded Zhu Shengzhi's words as a dog's barking. He rode on Zhu Shengzhi's waist, pulled open his robes, snatched the roll of banknotes, and spat in Zhu Shengzhi's face before leaving.

Zhu Shengzhi was a smart guy with weak fighting ability, and he suffered a great humiliation for no reason.

It's over... The money given by the consignee was robbed, how can I explain to Uncle Wu? Uncle Wu will definitely dismantle my organs and sell them for money! But now Nian will be outside to hunt me down. If I escape from the slums at this time, won't I be sending myself to death?
After much thought, I had no choice but to take out a few large-denomination bills hidden in my trouser pocket, pretend that they were given by the consignee, and hand them over to my uncle to report to him.

As a result, when Uncle Wu saw the rolled-up banknotes and Zhu Shengzhi's bruised face, he smiled as if he had realized something:

"Xiaozhi, you must have offended someone outside, so you have to hide in the homeless club under an assumed name? The recipients don't use bills of this denomination... Never mind, I'll take the money. Just think of it as me keeping it for you to prevent it from being robbed again. Don't think too much about it. If you can't make it outside, the homeless club can let you live a decent life."

"Everyone here has some secrets from their past that they don't want to talk about. Don't worry, as long as you completely abandon your past identity and dignity, you will definitely become a qualified homeless person!"

Zhu Shengzhi was so moved that he almost cried - even though his fifth uncle's words were not pleasant to hear, he was able to comfort his subordinates when they lost the payment for goods. This kind of leader is different from me, and even I want to have him!

(End of this chapter)