Starting from a short stick, becoming the master of the universe

Chapter 278 Returning to the old place
"Baked sweet potatoes, delicious baked sweet potatoes."

"Steamed buns, steamed buns, freshly baked steamed buns."

"Eight Treasures Porridge, sweet and delicious Eight Treasures Porridge."

On both sides of the street, the cries of hawkers can be heard one after another.

A middle-aged man with a beard and a weather-beaten face walked slowly towards them.

"This place hasn't changed much since I left."

The middle-aged man looked at the surrounding scene with a complicated expression.

That’s right, he is Jiang Cheng in disguise.

After becoming a first-level spiritualist, he spent several more days practicing the Cloud-Piercing Skill to the highest level. His physique, strength, and speed all reached the standards of a seventh-level Force warrior.

If the body is not protected by vital parts such as the brain or heart, even if it is hit by a 20mm machine gun, it will not be a big deal.

The maximum punching force is 10 tons. The energy of a punch is almost the same as that of a 25mm cannon bullet just leaving the barrel. Even if they are both level seven, if they are hit by a solid punch from an opponent of the same level, they will be seriously injured at best, and killed at worst.

The fastest speed reaches 60 meters per second, and it can easily jump several meters high, such as the walls of ordinary residential areas, with a light leap, and can jump down from a height of 20 meters.

In addition, the shadowless sword technique has also reached the entry level.

Therefore, at this moment, Jiang Cheng can fully exert the combat power of a seventh-level Force warrior.

So, here he comes.

However, he did not pick up the knife immediately. Instead, he put it in the car and came here to inquire about the situation.

After all, if you count it, he has been away from here for more than two months.

"Grilled sausages, delicious grilled sausages, sold at a low price."

Just then, a familiar voice sounded, and then was drowned out by the cries of other vendors.

"Grilled sausage! Delicious grilled sausage!"

On the street on the right, Lu Zicheng was shouting hard.

I saw a middle-aged man walking straight towards me.

His face suddenly lit up with joy and he shouted even harder.

Jiang Cheng walked straight up to him.

"Big brother, do you want to eat some grilled sausages?" Lu Zicheng patted his chest, "Don't look at this street, there are several shops selling grilled sausages, but their craftsmanship is far inferior to mine."

Jiang Cheng laughed secretly when he saw him like this.

He originally wanted to find someone to inquire about what happened after he left.

Finding Shiyan seems to be a good choice.

But doing so would easily expose his true identity. He believed that Shi Yan would not betray him, but few people could withstand torture. Secondly, it would be easy for him to bring trouble to the other party if he did so in broad daylight.

Therefore, it would be a good choice to ask Lu Zicheng, an old acquaintance.

Jiang Cheng couldn't stand hearing the latter bragging about himself any more, so he asked, "How do you sell your sausage?"

"Three yuan for one, ten yuan for four. The more you buy, the bigger the discount!" Lu Zicheng said with a smile.

"Then give me one first."

Jiang Cheng said.

To be honest, after staying in the slums for more than a month, he had never tasted Lu Zicheng's cooking.

"okay."

Lu Zicheng was a little disappointed, but what could he say? Even if he could only sell one, it was better than not selling any at all. He quickly took out a golden roasted starch sausage and handed it to Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng took a bite and found it tasted just so-so.

Then, he asked casually, "Little brother, how much do you have to pay a month to set up a stall here?"

Hearing this, the smile on Lu Zicheng's face froze and he stretched out two fingers.

"Two thousand a month?"

Jiang Cheng was a little surprised. He remembered that when he left, the booth fee was two thousand five hundred.

Could it be that the Iron Fist Gang has shown some kindness?

"Yes, it was 2,500 before. Many people couldn't afford it after paying for a month, so the people above lowered the price a little bit to 2,000."

As Lu Zicheng spoke, there was not a trace of joy or gratitude in his tone.

Jiang Cheng suddenly realized that those people would not be so kind.

It turned out that the sickle was too sharp and cut off the roots of the leeks.

"It's a 500 yuan reduction anyway. If you sell one sausage for 3 yuan, you can make 2,000 yuan a month. That shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

"It's not that easy."

Lu Zicheng immediately started talking.

"The stall fee has dropped a little, but the monthly management fee has not dropped. It is still 1500 yuan a month. In the past two days, I heard rumors that the management fee will increase next month, possibly to 1800 yuan a month."

"Good guy."

Jiang Cheng sighed in his heart.

The Iron Fist Gang is much more ruthless than the Wild Wolf Gang.

It’s only been a few months and the management fee has doubled?

"In fact, even if it is like this, we can still survive. However, every night, the thugs in the alley will rob us of our money. Sometimes, all the money we earn after working hard all day is given to them."

Jiang Cheng felt so familiar when he heard this that he couldn't help asking, "Do some of these thugs have some background?"

"how do you know?"

Lu Zicheng widened his eyes.

“It’s the same where I live.”

Jiang Cheng sighed softly.

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zicheng nodded.

Not just here, but everywhere else.

Seeing Jiang Cheng finished the sausage in his hand, he immediately asked: "Brother, do you want another one? I can give you a discount, two for five dollars."

"No."

Jiang Cheng shook his head, looked around, and said, "I heard that there is someone here who bakes delicious sweet potatoes. I will buy some to fill my stomach later."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Zicheng's hand trembled.

Then, he smiled bitterly and said, "No need to go, that person has already left."

"Gone? Where did you go?"

Jiang Cheng deliberately pretended not to know?

"I don't know where he went, but..."

Lu Zicheng looked at the grilled sausages on the stove.

The meaning is self-evident.

Jiang Cheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

This kid is still very smart.

"Okay, I'll buy a few more, but you have to explain the situation to me first."

Jiang Cheng said as he handed over a hundred-dollar bill.

Lu Zicheng's eyes suddenly widened.

I wish I could sell all the sausages on the stove to the person in front of me.

But he also knew that one should know when to stop when things are going well.

After all, many people on this street know about Jiangcheng's affairs, and even now, many people still discuss this matter after dinner.

As for the reason.

Being bored.

But what is more amazing is his deeds, which are so amazing and unbelievable.

Who could have thought that the guy who made a living by setting up stalls like them was actually a master who killed the Wild Wolf Gang and the Iron Fist Gang and caused a river of blood?

"Okay, big brother, I'll tell you right away. By the way, big brother, how many sausages do you want? How about ten? Even if you can't finish them, you can take them back and let your family try them. I guarantee that they will love them."

(End of this chapter)