Day and night tour

Chapter 16 Can we talk?

"Big Brother, please think of me in a good way. I'm not a pervert. I like living people and fresh girls."

Zhou Xuan never thought that he could use the word "lively" to describe a girl, but at this moment and here, it seemed that only this word could make the senior brother clearly understand his preferences.

"Like to live? That won't do. It will have a bad influence."

Could there be a worse impact than having sex with someone who has died?

"That's not a place for us decent people to go! Don't think about those vulgar women, they are dirty! If you want to go, go by yourself, big brother, you are an honest person."

Yu Zhengyuan was still angry.

You can go by yourself, but you must have money first.

Since joining the Zhou family, Zhou Xuan has searched the house thoroughly, but couldn't find the wallet. Did the original owner hide any money?
nor!
I searched every crevice in the house and found several cockroach carcasses and even a copper coin.

For the sake of money, Zhou Xuan mobilized his full imagination.

Didn’t he get the original owner’s diary and a key yesterday?

The key is still in my pocket.

He guessed that maybe everyone in the troupe had a cash box, and the key was the key to the cash box.

Then the question is coming,

Where is his cash box?
"Big Brother, after I came back to life, my brain isn't that good anymore. I can't remember a lot of things from the past. For example, I can't remember where the cash box is."

"It's not that you're stupid, you don't even have a cash box."

Zhou Xuan: “…”

Yu Zhengyuan explained: "You really forgot. After my sister became the boss, she kept a very strict watch on you. She even cancelled your cash box. You couldn't withdraw even a dime from the cash box. There was nothing we could do. It was because you were too absurd before..."

"How absurd is that?"

"In a year, just going to brothels to play with prostitutes and to theaters to support actors can cost 20% of the Zhou family's profits."

This is more than absurd.

It's just a life of debauchery and extravagance, spending money like water, it's such a pleasure.

Gan!
The good days were all wasted by the original owner, and now my buddy comes here to collect the empty salary.

What a bad idea.

"Don't blame the class owner. Since he started to strictly manage you, you have really changed a lot."

"Changes? For example..."

“For example, our salaries have all gone up.”

Zhou Xuan: “…”

That's all my money, mine.

Ugh,
Good times are gone forever, but you will always have to spend money in the future. My friend, you are the young boss, your pockets are cleaner than your face. Isn’t that inappropriate?

Yu Zhengyuan was curious: "Do you really not remember anything?"

"Some I remember, some I don't."

"In the past, the boss assigned you a little Liba. Whenever you went out on the street, he would follow you. He would pay for your food, drinks and entertainment, but every detail had to be reported to the boss.

By the way, there is a monthly spending limit, within 1,000 yuan."

Oh.
There is someone to pay and you don’t even need to bring a wallet. Is this what it means to have fun with your boyfriend?
It's really quite stylish, and the process seems particularly familiar.

"Snapped".

Zhou Xuan slapped his thigh.
I remembered,

WeChat family card!
Different recipe, same taste.

"What about Little Liba?"

"After you died, he was afraid of being blamed by his boss, so he didn't even dare to ask for his wages and hid away in his hometown."

Yu Zhengyuan felt sorry for Naliba: "That boy is very smart. I wanted to take him as my apprentice many times and train him well. But it's a pity that he followed you."

"Big Brother, can you please pay attention to my feelings when you praise others?"

"I speak my mind, don't take it personally. Senior Brother has no problem with you." Yu Zhengyuan realized that he had inadvertently dissed Zhou Xuan and quickly apologized.

Zhou Xuan had not had any in-depth contact with Yu Zhengyuan in the past few days, and only knew that he was the general manager of the troupe.

Manage business orders externally and personnel internally.

The most powerful person in the troupe besides her sister.

After this chat, he felt that the senior brother was very down-to-earth.

When the car passed Taiping West Road, Yu Zhengyuan stopped the car and went to the roadside to buy two bowls of tofu pudding.

"I didn't eat breakfast this morning, and my stomach can't hold it anymore."

There was only one spot at the breakfast stall, and Yu Zhengyuan gave it to Zhou Xuan. He lifted up the hem of his silk robe, buttoned it, and then sat down on the ground, turning a porcelain bowl to show off his tofu pudding.

Zhou Xuan couldn't help but swing his arms in a big circle, then gave a thumbs up and praised: "Big Brother is really authentic."

After finishing his meal, Yu Zhengyuan stood up, patted his butt, unbuttoned his clothes, and let his robe fall back down. Haha, he looked like a decent businessman again.

"You pay, I don't have any money."

Zhou Xuan got in the car. He felt that he had to go find his sister after work to talk about the family card in the future, and ask if the credit limit could be increased so as to match the status of the young boss.

……

Taiping West Road belongs to the shantytown. The road is long. After a fifteen-minute drive, the car turned into Taiping Road.

Taiping Road is the economic center of Pingshui Prefecture.

The two roads are only one word apart, but the scenery is completely different.

"Magical, so magical."

The first time Zhou Xuan went out onto the street, he saw a great variety of vehicles on the road. Cars, donkey carts, horse-drawn carriages, and wheelbarrows pushed by traveling merchants filled the road to the brim.

There are straight tram tracks on both sides of the road. From time to time, a tram with its horn blaring would speed past his car.

The street vendors, selling vegetables, ice cream, socks and shoes, all squatted beside their stalls and shouted loudly.

In stark contrast are the shops along the street, some of which are exquisitely decorated.

Inspired by the poor vendors outside, the clerks in the luxurious shops were all arrogant. From time to time, they pushed open the clear glass doors and waved their hands fiercely to drive away the vendors who came too close to the shops.

"Go outside and don't interfere with my business."

The poor, the rich, the barbaric, the civilized, the industrial, the agricultural, the two extreme sides, were twisted into a dough stick on Taiping Road, squeezing out a strong, suffocating smell.

Zhou Xuan drove the car carefully, avoiding trams, rickshaws, and pedestrians crossing the road randomly.
And a lamb that loves to run left and right in front of the car.

His mind was completely focused on driving, and he didn't notice the sheep - it had five toes, and its pupils were not horizontal but round like those of humans.

"Xiao Xuan, drive carefully, I'll make some preparations."

After Yu Zhengyuan gave Zhou Xuan some instructions, he took out a cigar, lit it, and every time he took a deep puff, he exhaled the smoke while shaking his head exaggeratedly.

"Are you offering cigarettes to the car?"

Zhou Xuan teased.

"Just past Taiping Road is Mr. Dai's home. He loves smoking, especially cigars. I sprayed some cigar smell in the car in advance, and he was happy when he got in the car."

Yu Zhengyuan is a good businessman and he thinks things through.

……

Mr. Dai lives in Wangfu Hutong on Taiping Road.

The alley is wide enough for cars to enter.

The Met car drove all the way to the deepest part of the alley and stopped at a grand and quiet courtyard.

Finding a quiet place in a busy city has always been a favorite of wealthy people.

"Wait here for me. I'll go pick up Mr. Dai."

Yu Zhengyuan got out of the car, took out two boxes of Shufangzhai snacks from the trunk, and paced towards Dai's house.

Zhou Xuan saw another side of Yu Zhengyuan through the windshield——

——Don’t be fooled by the fact that Yu Zhengyuan seems greasy and timid when chatting, like a rough guy who just came to the city to find a job and has his own understanding of girls, but now he seems like a different person.

His gestures were slow and leisurely, giving him an elegant vibe. The two boxes of snacks in his hands, were they still snacks? They were simply a sign of his gentlemanly status.

"One thing in front of people, another behind their backs. Big Brother is really a good businessman."

Zhou Xuan watched Yu Zhengyuan enter the Dai Mansion.

He was bored sitting alone in the car, so he took out a pocket notebook from his arms, spread it on his knees, took a deep breath, and then wrote a line of words very attentively.

"Can we two talk?"

Finish the last stroke.
Zhou Xuan sat upright with his eyes closed, feeling the sensation and not receiving any sound.

"Or am I thinking off track?"

Zhou Xuan had a bold idea since last night - could the white noise that has been weighing on his mind for days have its own thoughts and soul?
Having already figured out that storytelling can suppress white noise, Zhou Xuan decided not to pay any more attention to it.

He is ready to live with white noise for a long time. After all, everyone has some minor illnesses and disasters.
But after worshiping his ancestors and offering Nuo masks last night, he no longer thought so.

Although white noise is annoying, it is really useful and can save lives at critical moments.

In Luoying Hall, white noise reminded him that evil spirits were approaching.

In Jingyu Hall, the white noise blocked out the curses of his ancestors, and he was able to escape unscathed.

Exploring what exactly white noise is has become a serious matter worth investing energy in.

That's why Zhou Xuan wanted to find an opportunity to talk to White Noise alone.

White noise can be formed into words, so he tried to communicate with it through words.

But it seems,
Nothing gained.

"We need to change our thinking."

Zhou Xuan was just thinking about it, when suddenly... rustling~ rustling~ rustling.

"There's some movement."

Zhou Xuan opened his eyes immediately, and he saw that his pen was still standing upright, writing on the notebook.

The content of the words is: My name is Qinglian, please save me.

Zhou Xuan was stunned and murmured, "Ah? There really is a soul?"

Although he guessed that the white noise was effective, the shock when his guess came true still made him dazed.

"wrong!"

The “it” of writing—not white noise.

It says "Please help me, Master."

As for White Noise, he had been coexisting with Zhou Xuan for several days, so it was impossible for him not to know his name was Zhou Xuan. When communicating with him, he naturally would not use the vague term "expert".

"Oh, I guess it's channel switching."

Zhou Xuan quickly figured it out.

He knew that when he wrote “Can We Talk?” he was trying to communicate with white noise.

But this line of words was seen by a ghost wandering nearby, and it thought Zhou Xuan was talking to it.

Gui Suicai attached a pen and wrote the words "My name is Qinglian, please save me".

The flowing water is ruthless, but the falling flowers are affectionate.

My buddy was looking for an old friend to chat, but ended up attracting the real thing.

What to do?

Stand still!

Zhou Xuan decided to play dead and log off in this chat, not responding to the words in the notebook and pretending he didn't see them.

I'm not so heartless as to watch someone die without helping.

But he was a ghost.

Ghosts, like people, can be kind, cruel, stupid, or cunning.

The most cunning ghosts are the best at deceiving people.

Zhou Xuan couldn't tell whether "Save me" was a real request for help or a trap by a ghost pretending to be sympathetic.

Since it is impossible to distinguish,

Then it's best not to worry about it.
“He has already started.
fast,
Water Center,
Lotus Pond,
佛”

The pen was writing quickly, and the handwriting became more and more sloppy and the ink became lighter and lighter. After writing the word "Buddha", there was no further text.

then,

The pen lost control and rolled to Zhou Xuan's feet with a snap.

Zhou Xuan watched silently the whole time, but he vaguely felt that the person who wrote secretly might have really encountered trouble and was indeed asking for help.

The fading ink represents his strength fading away bit by bit.

The scribbled handwriting represents the urgency of the situation around him.

but,

So what?

Not to mention that it was impossible to rescue him in such a short time.

Even if there is time,
"I can't save him either."

Zhou Xuan has a good idea of ​​his own abilities.

He put the notebook back in his pocket and pretended nothing had happened.

After waiting for a few more minutes,

Yu Zhengyuan supported Mr. Dai, who was leaning on a cane, and walked out of the Dai Mansion.

Mr. Dai is not that old. Judging from his appearance, he is no more than fifty years old. He is thin and wears gold-rimmed glasses.

Yu Zhengyuan opened the back door, helped Mr. Dai into the car, and lit a cigar for him.

"Haha, Xiao Yu, if you are doing business, you have to be able to serve others. There are many people serving me, but none of them is as good as you."

"Mr. Dai, you are too kind."

After a round of business nonsense, Yu Zhengyuan closed the door and got into the passenger seat. He apologized to Mr. Dai and said, "Mr. Dai, the one driving today is my young boss. He stays in the Zhou family all year round and doesn't like to go out. He doesn't know the way very well. Let me show him the way."

"Oh, so it's the young boss who drives me. I'm so lucky." Mr. Dai is never stingy with his compliments.

Praise is the cheapest.
It doesn't cost a penny, just talk.

The gains are not small: a reputation for being kind to others, self-satisfaction among subordinates, and a good impression from strangers.

It's really a good deal.

When Zhou Xuan heard the compliment, he did not have a good impression of Mr. Dai, but frowned instead.

He smelled a scent.

The smell of blood.

The smell of blood came from Mr. Dai, although he had a strong and pungent smell of tobacco on his body, which masked the smell of blood to the point where it was almost inaudible.

But Zhou Xuan had died once.
For the taste of blood,
Maintaining a unique sharpness.

……

The car started and headed towards the covered bridge.

Today, the ghost play prepared by the six death row prisoners was performed by the Corridor River.

The location was chosen by Mr. Dai.

in the car,

Mr. Dai and Yu Zhengyuan started chatting.

"Xiao Yu, the policy has begun to shift. Pingshui Prefecture is going to develop industry this year. I am also planning to invest in an oil refinery. You are a capable person. Come and work with me. I will let you be the factory director."

"I am a rough man, I can't do such a big business, unlike you, Mr. Dai, who is a well-connected person in Pingshui Prefecture. If you just let go, a few biscuit crumbs will be enough for many people to eat."

"Haha, Xiao Yu, you are scolding me, saying that I am unkind and don't help the people in my hometown when I have money."

"No, no, there was a disaster in the East District of Milin a few days ago, and the victims were pouring into Taiping West Road. Wasn't it you and the Shan De Society who organized the distribution of food for the disaster relief?

Now the disaster victims are saying that you are the reincarnation of Maitreya, saving all living beings."

"It's too bad. Our Shan De Society has limited power and can only give the victims a bowl of porridge."

"Having porridge to drink is already considered a blessing. Two years ago, there was a flood in Mingjiang Prefecture. If those refugees could have a bowl of porridge, so many people would not have starved to death. Oh, that scene made me cry..."

"Amitabha." Mr. Dai had a kind face and chanted the Buddha's name.

Zhou Xuan only felt that the smell of blood on Mr. Dai became stronger.

He asked with a hint of hesitation: "Mr. Dai also believes in Buddhism?"

"Not only do they believe in it, they also build temples."

Yu Zhengyuan is more professional in praising others than in doing business. If an opportunity is not blocked, he can pounce on it.

"Xiao Xuan, there is a Maitreya Mountain in the eastern suburbs. There are more than ten Maitreya temples built around the mountain. They were all donated by Mr. Dai. I will take you to worship tomorrow and see Mr. Dai's creation."

Mr. Dai smiled and was very satisfied with Yu Zhengyuan's praise.

Yu Zhengyuan was a professional supporting actor, but that was not all. He then talked to Zhou Xuan about Mr. Dai's home: "You have never been to the Dai Mansion. The mansion is full of Buddhist light and treasures. There is a big lake in the yard, which is half the size of our Zhou family troupe. It has a grand name, called Water Center.

There is a house in the middle of the lake, built in the shape of a lotus, called Lotus Pond.

Zhou Xuan's hair stood on end when he heard this.

The handwriting that the sneaky guy wrote on the notebook was - he has already taken action, hurry, in the middle of the water, in the lotus pond, Buddha!

And the bloody smell on Mr. Dai...

(End of this chapter)