Great Creator

Chapter 239 Juggernaut (12)

As soon as these words came out, the bald head couldn't help but widen his eyes, Song Hong? Isn't that the peerless master who became famous ten years ago and inherited the title of Juggernaut? However, what he saw just now was clearly just a decadent middle-aged man with a beard, disheveled hair, and even some shabby clothes! When he opened the door, he even thought that the other party was just a homeless man who accidentally knocked on the courtyard door.

After all, if he is really the contemporary sword master who became famous ten years ago... he is only 35 years old now, right? Why does it look like it's about the same age as my boss....

Song Hong frowned and said, "Fatty Tu, your habit of yelling is still the same."

Fatty Tu didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile, "Let's not see each other anymore." Then, he saw Xiao Qiu who followed Song Hong into the house, couldn't help but widen his eyes, and exclaimed: " Ouch! This little girl is pretty enough. Where did you get it?"

Song Hong first motioned for Xiao Qiu to stand beside him, and then said angrily: "Okay, this is my apprentice, so what can I do? Xiao Qiu, this is your Uncle Tuhua, call out."

Xiao Qiu quickly stood up, saluted, and shouted: "Uncle Tu, this junior is rude."

Tu Hua smiled all over his face: "Hey, the little girl is so cute. You are lucky to have such a good apprentice."

In the middle of speaking, Tu Hua was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Little girl, come closer and let me see what you look like."

Song Hong's expression was slightly uneasy, but he didn't stop Xiao Qiu.

Xiaoqiu saw that the master hadn't moved, so she approached the counter. Tu Hua approached and carefully studied Xiao Qiu's appearance for a while, then suddenly raised his head and asked Song Hong: "You called her Xiao Qiu just now... Did you come up with this name?"

Xiao Qiu nodded: "I was brought back from the Lonely Garden by my master. My name was given by my master. I have a single name, Qiu, and my surname follows my master's surname."

Tu Hua sat back, slapped his thigh, and sighed heavily.

"Hi! Song Hong, what do you want me to say about you? Xia, Qiu, haha, that's a good name!"

Song Hong's face turned black, and he argued: "Fatty Tu, it's not what you think. I don't have any ideas, but I just happened to see such a little girl, and it just so happens that her martial arts aptitude is not bad..."

Tu Hua shook his head and said: "Don't think that others don't know about your thoughts on your master. I warn you, you must think clearly about your relationship with Xiaoqiu, don't get it wrong, or you will harm others and yourself in the future."

Song Hong was finally furious. He slapped the wall and said, "Fatty, are you talking again? I don't have that kind of thought at all. Don't talk nonsense to me!"

Tu Hua said impatiently: "Come on, if you are angry, be angry, don't take it out on my wall. I won't talk nonsense with you, tell me, are you here to pick up the work?"

When Song Hong withdrew his hand, the bald head was shocked to realize that he had made a palm print on the wall.

This is a brick wall! Not a mud wall nor a wooden wall.

As expected of a sword master who became famous ten years ago... The bald head looked at Song Hong in admiration.

Xiaoqiu was frightened by Master's actions, and hurried back to Master's side, standing at the side well-behaved, looking up at him.

Tu Hua looked at Xiao Qiu and sighed, "What a girl, it's a pity to follow you."

Song Hong walked to the counter and said, "Okay, give me a few more paid jobs, it's okay if it's difficult, but don't be too troublesome and take a long time. I'm short of money recently."

Tu Hua reached out to take the sign from the wall, and said, "Aren't you always out of money, and how recently? Let me tell you, drink less wine, less gambling, and lead a peaceful life with the little girl, isn't it good?"

Song Hong folded his hands and simply ignored him.

The two took down the signboard, and then started talking in jargon that only their own people could understand. After a while, Song Hong took over the two jobs, thanked him, put away the bamboo signboard, and took Xiaoqiu with him. leave.

After Song Hong left, the bald head asked curiously: "Shopkeeper, who are you talking about, just, just the person you implied in your words."

But there was no smile on Tu Hua's face, he said coldly: "You can't inquire about that person, so don't ask."

The bald head quickly agreed.

Although Tu Hua sometimes seemed amiable when receiving visitors, the bald head knew that his shopkeeper, as an important figure in the underground gang in Canggu City, was not a kind person. He turned cold, explaining that this matter must be really important, and it is not something he can touch.

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"Ayin, did you enjoy playing?"

"tired……"

"Aren't you the fifth-generation prosthetic body? How can you be more tired than me?"

"I'm tired."

"Hey, I finally let you realize how hard, boring, and boring life is for the rich."

"You save yourself... By the way, Mi Shui, where did you get your money? It's so much. Is it from God the Father?"

"Hmph! Don't mention that scumbag father! Of course I earned my money myself."

In the evening, the rain had stopped and the breeze was blowing. After a long day in the city, they were sitting by the lake fishing.

This lake is called Yuan Lake. It is an artificially dug lake in the city of Canggu. The fish in it are also artificially raised. There are koi, black fish and grass carp. The edge of the lake is surrounded by gazebos and willow trees. The scenery is beautiful, but not ordinary people can come in and fish.

In addition to paying a sum of money to enter the lake, one has to have status in the upper class of the ancient city of Cang. People who can fish here are either rich or noble.

According to Mi Shui's self-introduction, she was a mysterious rich man in Canggu City. Except for the mask, she was full of the style of a rich man. However, she rarely comes out during the day. The sixth-generation prosthetic body is a purely biological body and needs to rest, so she lies down and sleeps during the day, and only comes out to move at night. With her ability, apart from the fact that the sixth-generation prosthetic body cannot fly, there is nothing wrong with flying over walls.

Zhong Yin was fishing, and chatting with Mi Shui, he couldn't help asking: "Did you steal your money as a strange thief?"

Mi Shui said angrily: "Ayin, how can you slander people like this out of thin air? My money, of course, is earned by me writing books."

"Writing a book?"

"That's right, you don't know, I also promoted the development of the paper industry in human society!"

End Yin was stunned for a moment, before saying: "Have you improved the technological level of human society without authorization? Be careful to let Father God know and beat you."

"Haha, it's just the paper industry, a little technology, anyway, without me, the human race will be able to point out this technology sooner or later, right? Father God won't beat me for it!"

Under Xiaomi Shui's explanation, Zhong Yin finally knew that many years ago, Xiaomi Shui cooperated with a big businessman in Lihe City. Taught him more advanced papermaking techniques.