The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 879 Ch.878 Car, Girl and Destiny

There is a lot of purple in the gambling house.

Especially the feminine man named 'Mrs. Feng', whose purple complexion could be seen from a long distance.

Zhou Xiang understood it in his heart.

Not to mention their color, ordinary people know that although having anything to do with these people is troublesome, they are also very strong and no one dares to provoke them easily.

County magistrate?

The county magistrate is far behind.

What other colors are used?
Mrs. Feng Mrs. Feng...

But Mrs. Feng is not interested in women.

The only person Zhou Xiang had ever heard of was the "Flower Knife" who was rarely seen on the streets. This man liked women, and it was said that he had countless concubines.

He turned left and right and finally got into the inner hall of the gambling house. He bowed everywhere and begged someone to take him to see Hua Daozi.

——I saw the person, but his words were not very nice.

"Why, you want to sell your daughter?"

"See what you are saying... there must be a sedan chair, right?" Upon seeing the person, Zhou Xiang immediately looked at him: this person also has "purple" on his head, but it is not as strong as that of "Madam Feng".

Ouch.

They were all purple, with dozens or even hundreds of ounces of silver showing between his fingers. He had no choice.

"A sedan?"

Hua Daozi looked him up and down and sneered, "Zhou... Dalu? I've heard of your reputation. If you're really good, I'll give you an annual ticket."

Zhou Xiang actually thought about it.

Where exactly does this 'unlucky black' come from? There are two answers.

Or from the wife and daughter.

Or maybe he was born with bad luck and infected his wife, daughter and old mother.

For the former, just let those two leave home and leave yourself.

As for the latter…

Is it difficult to marry another purple girl to bring good luck?
Not difficult.

Maybe if my daughter is married to this man, I will also benefit from it?

You have to get married in the end, so why not marry someone with a noble appearance?

"I disagree."

When I got home and mentioned this good thing, I was met with a lot of complaints.

No matter how Zhou Xiang tried to persuade his wife, she refused.

"A gambling house is a place for good people? Boss, you can't sell our girl."

Zhou Xiang didn't like what he said: "'Good guy or bad guy'? Brother Hua might be our benefactor! How many principles do you know? Can't I see through people's hearts?"

His wife glanced at him silently, then sat at the head of the bed without saying anything.

"If you follow him, it's like changing your fate. Maybe with some luck, you and I can both turn things around..."

This was really a sincere advice, but his wife didn't appreciate it at all.

“Can you and I turn over?” The woman muttered, “You are like a turtle with its lid turned over, you can never right yourself… I wonder which god I am going to offend… I will fall into your hands…”

Zhou Xiang picked up the tea bowl and hit her.

There was a click.

It startled the old mother in the inner room.

When he heard that his son was going to sell his granddaughter to a gambling house, he ignored the pain in his legs and feet, picked up his crutch and smashed him on the head to death!
"You are all so disappointing! Those who gave birth to daughters gave birth to daughters! Now, they want to sell the baby after it is born! Why not ask that spotted dog if he wants an old woman! I will go and fulfill your 'luck'!"

Both husband and wife felt guilty and kept their heads down in silence.

The old mother turned around, pulled out the girl hiding in the crack of the door, and pointed at Zhou Xiang.

"Your father wants to sell you! Sell you to a gambling den! What kind of women would go there?!"

The girl pursed her lips and said nothing.

Zhou Xiang raised his eyes secretly.

He saw that the wife and daughter were covered with purple clouds, and there seemed to be auspicious signs.

I couldn't help but feel at peace.

"Okay, this is all my fault. Ping has been looked down upon because of this family!" Zhou Xiang stood up suddenly, picked up his pipe and walked out.

"The boss!"

The wife shouted from behind, chasing after him and tearing him apart: "We can't go to the restaurant! There's no food at home, where's my embroidery bag?!"

Zhou Xiang thought she was going to "repent", but it turned out to be such short-sighted and vulgar words. He swung his sleeves hard and almost fell over - the woman who worked in the sun, twisting cloth and moving goods every day was stronger than him, who had bones as soft as an ant.

The man's face gradually became angry, and he quickly straightened his body, fearing that someone would see this scene: "Go back!"

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The matter of 'marrying off a daughter' caused a great deal of uproar, and Zhou Xiangan lived in peace for a few days, not mentioning it, but he also did not go home.

The opium den offended Ying'er, and since she earned money from him, he was too embarrassed to go there. He might as well find a smaller opium den to enjoy himself. Zhou Xiang didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here. The opium waiter who had ridiculed him a few days ago was now a waiter in the inn across the street, limping.

There is no redness on my head today.

A purple cloud.

"Hey, isn't this Master Zhou?"

Zhou Xiang didn't expect him to apologize right away. He stood at the door and bowed towards him, looking very obedient inside and out - people still need to encounter some problems before they can behave like this.

"What happened to the leg?"

Zhou Xiang walked a few steps slowly, and when he arrived, he asked the question even though he knew the answer.

"Oh, let's not talk about it, let's not talk about it." The waiter waved his hands and asked why the man didn't go to the old tobacco shop to enjoy it.

“Try something new.”

The waiter was delighted: "Is Master Zhou rich again?"

This bad mouth habit really can't be changed.

"Rich, why not rich?"

Zhou Xiang responded: "I have to rent a car and spend money."

The waiter smiled.

Zhou Xiang used to be a coachman. Thanks to the help of his master who died early, he and his wife saved up enough money to buy a carriage in a few years. At that time, all the neighbors were envious of him. But after getting addicted to the business, he refused to work hard and just worked for the coachman. The monthly salary was not even enough to allow him to enjoy a few days of luxury.

There has been a war lately, with opium being burned and merchant ships banned, and things that were already expensive are now almost becoming hard currency.

He didn't believe that this big donkey's money was enough.

Do you really think you are the boss?
"Also let me know that I have a brother who works as a doorman and is familiar with the cook of the county magistrate's cousin. I heard that he needs a lot of cars recently and is in a hurry to buy one - but unfortunately I don't have the ability to do so. I gave a favor but couldn't receive it... Where can I buy a good car frame? I thought of you, but unfortunately I am not short of money."

Zhou Xiang was suspicious: "There are plenty of cars in the car dealership."

The waiter smacked his lips, looking cunning: "The car is the car, the account is the account. These people's expenses are not the same as ours. It's better to give the car dealer a discount than to give it a discount... This money is not earned by everyone, sir, don't you think so?"

He pressed his finger on Zhou Xiang's chest, then pointed at himself.

Although Zhou Xiang didn't respond, he took it to heart.

Time flies.

The woman no longer had the job of drying cloth, and he had to take a series of baths to relieve the itching and pain and to keep himself alert. The monthly salary from the car shop was spent in just three or five days. He shamelessly went to see Ying'er, and heard that she had fallen seriously ill and has not recovered to this day.

"I said that purple has a hint of black in it, and that bad luck will come sooner or later."

Zhou Xiang was like watching fire from a cave.

At this moment, he suddenly felt like an immortal god who was looking down on all living beings from the incense table, and felt a sense of contempt for "it's nothing special".

Wait till the girl marries a good family...

I have this pair of eyes, and sooner or later I will take off with the wind.

He thought about it and went to the inn where the lame waiter stayed. He talked to him for a while and asked about the price. He thought to himself:

This money is enough for him to spend for two months.

When the eldest girl gets married, she will at least have some money to take care of her father.

At that time, I will take out some of the money from it and exchange it for two cars to give to the car dealership.

He was smart enough to know that this trick should not be shown to others easily, so he just wanted to get a few nice cars so that he could spend the whole day in the opium den.

Thinking of this, I hurried to the car dealership the next day.

This man had some friendship with his master, and he gave him a cup of tea with earnest advice:
"Ma Jingui or Che Jingui? Do you really think your craftsmanship is so exquisite? It has been worn out for a long time and is not worth much money. Once you take it out, you can't put it back. I'm telling you this because of your master. The car dealership has plenty of cars, and we don't need yours."

Zhou Xiang asked, "How much will it cost if I sell it to the car dealer?"

The steward raised his hand and shook it.

"That's all? Not even enough to beat four wheels!"

The steward nodded: "To mention it, or... not to mention it, big donkey, you should think it over before you speak. I don't have the ability to accompany you to go back and forth."

Zhou Xiang did the math.

Two months of leisure.

He took advantage of his leisure time and married an older girl.

Got gold and silver.

buy a car.

Rent a car.

Or do some other work...

If all else fails, there’s Ying’er.

He scratched his itchy flesh, as if something was urging him in his ears.

When I think of the smoke, I seem to smell that soothing scent again.

Gritting his teeth.

"carry."

(End of this chapter)