The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 880 Ch.879 No big deal
If you have a carriage but no horse, how can you keep it in a car shop all day?

Zhou Xiang hurried to find the waiter, but when they met, he was even more annoyed than he was.

"You're just kidding me! When I asked him, he just said he had bought enough and was waiting for the next batch - there is no next batch of bicycle frames! This fool is unreliable..."

The young waiter started to complain, blocking Zhou Xiang's words from being spoken.

He hesitated for a long time, his face flushed: "I have already brought it up."

The waiter was shocked: "Master, how come you are so quick now! You should wait for my letter before you can mention it! Oh, this matter...this matter...what should I do? Quick! Quickly put it back! The car dealership should at least give me the monthly salary!"

Can't put it back.

Zhou Xiang was angry and annoyed: "You are not reliable in doing things!"

The waiter bowed and apologized, but what good did it do?

What should I do with the car?
"The dealership refused to take it, so I hired someone to get it back. Where do I put it?"

The waiter thought about it.

Come up with an idea.

"My father's friend has a yard that can accommodate him... but we haven't seen each other for a long time. I can ask him... but I have to make it clear first, if he doesn't agree, you have to find a way yourself."

Zhou Xiang was helpless.

He was so uncomfortable now that he was scratching all over, so how could he even think about taking care of the car?

He glanced at the purple cloud above the young man's head and coughed twice.

"I'm busy going to the tobacco shop. You find the car and take it away first."

The waiter blinked.

"Master, I don't have the ability to do that..."

"You taught me to ask for it," Zhou Xiang pulled the man to a corner and started to beg for it: "Lend me two cents first, and then count it into the monthly salary."

The waiter couldn't refuse, so he took out a handful of money and stuffed it into his palm, and said:

"It doesn't matter whether you pay monthly or not, but remember to pay it back."

Zhou Xiang didn't care about this at all, he just picked up his pipe and left.

After spending two days in the opium den and spending all his money, he finally remembered to pick up his belt and go home.

The wife was guarding the door, her eyes red, and she immediately burst into tears when she saw the man coming back.

"Alright, alright! I'm going to do something, and you're so unpresentable!"

The woman cried and asked him for her monthly salary, saying that there was no food at home and that prices in the market had risen alarmingly - could people still live by eating grass?

Zhou Xiang was happy: "My mother has straw under her buttocks, why don't you eat it? Go away, I will get the money back tomorrow... Go to the cloth shop and borrow some nests."

"Is that possible? Who doesn't lack food?"

"By tomorrow, even if they try their best, they won't be able to get in touch with us." Zhou Xiang snorted and pushed the woman, asking her to get out quickly.

Leave with your front foot.

He then went into the inner room and called out the big girl.

"father?"

Without saying much, he took the girl to the gambling house.

This time everything went smoothly and I met Hua Daozi.

The other party was quite satisfied.

"We are in this business and never bully the poor," Hua Daozi winked at his men, "I will definitely give you the money. But there is a rule - if you want the bills for the tobacco shop, I can give you two months' payment. But you can exchange them for silver..."

He gave a number.

Zhou Xiang felt something was wrong as soon as he calculated.

“There is no precedent for this.”

Hua Daozi hugged the trembling girl and smiled horribly: "I'm only giving you this amount because your daughter likes it. Choose, 'Mr. Zhou' - do you want money or cigarette coupons?"

Zhou Xiang calculated it again.

If you want money, you can only buy cigarette coupons for a little more than one month.

But if you just ask for cigarette coupons, you can enjoy them for two whole months - even a pig knows how to choose.

"Cigarette tickets."

"Okay, bring it to Master Zhou."

The two men talked without avoiding the thugs and girls around them.

At this moment, Zhou Xiang seemed to see a ball of purple cloud suddenly appear above his daughter's head and instantly swallow up the inky black fog.

It became…

It’s completely done!

My daughter is born!

Zhou Xiang took the cigarette ticket, bowed to express his gratitude, and then told Da Nv with a stern face to take good care of Hua Daozi and come to see her another day - Zhou Da Nv just looked at him quietly without saying anything.

After leaving the gambling house, he went straight to the opium den.

No matter whether it's a car or a home, just enjoy the first half of the month - the tobacco shop that this tobacco ticket corresponds to is more luxurious than Ying'er's, and three girls are called in just to serve, talking to them in sweet words, as if you are in heaven and having a feast, without knowing how long it is.

"I can tell your fate - you are going to be unlucky. You? Go away, you will meet with bloody disaster sooner or later... I will serve you well and show you the way..." After his bones became thin and his face became shriveled, the man suddenly woke up from his dream and asked about the women around him who had changed so many times.

"When?"

The woman twisted her hair.

"It's been more than ten days, Master."

Zhou Xiang was shocked and sat up suddenly!

"Ten days?!"

He was about to get angry, but then he vaguely remembered what he had said.

"I told you to send someone to report the news. Did you go?"

The woman nodded: "I went."

"Has the money you brought been delivered?"

"Delivered."

Only then did Zhou Xiang feel relieved.

He staggered down to the ground, asked the woman to wipe his exhausted body, and then went out yawning.

He staggered along the way, squinting to avoid the sun that was stinging his eyes.

When passing by the old opium den, he saw that the waiter had changed. Suddenly he remembered that he still had a car in the hands of the owner - it was not a big deal. How could he be short of money?
He asked Ying'er casually, and the receptionist looked around and whispered to him:

"Hanged! Master, he was hanged a long time ago! His tongue is hanging out, and the house stinks like a toilet..."

Zhou Xiang didn't react.

"Hanged? A few days ago, I..."

He didn't remember the exact days.

"That she was ill?"

"What disease? There is no disease! It's just hanging! The shopkeeper thought it was unlucky, so he said it was a disease, but in fact..."

Zhou Xiang was stunned: "Why do you want to be hanged?"

The new tobacco worker shook his head and couldn't explain it clearly.

Zhou Xiang felt increasingly depressed.

Purple Air...

Just die?
He quickened his pace and headed home.

The crooked, dilapidated house was eerily quiet.

He called his wife's name, but no one answered. He called his mother's name, but no one answered.

Step into the house.

The tables, chairs and benches were all tilted.

There was no light in the inner room.

The mother leaned against the wall with her head hung, not saying a word.

"mother?"

Zhou Xiang cried out, and when he got closer, his cloth coat was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

The old mother lowered her head and had quietly passed away.

Zhou Xiang took a few more steps forward.

On the corner table was the money he had asked someone to bring back.

"How did he die..."

Zhou Xiang was puzzled, so he took out his pipe, lit a puff, and squatted on a stool to take a sip.

The more I think about it, the weirder it gets.

Youyou got up by holding on to the wall and went to his neighbor.

"The one in the house?" The neighbor was also very surprised to see him. "Your mother is so angry that she can't get out of bed. The doctor couldn't cure her. The one in the house said that she lost her daughter and has been gone for quite a while... and she hasn't found her yet?"

She looked Zhou Xiang up and down and said, "When did you come back? My friend outside knows a woman who knows how to perform rituals. Can you ask her to come over and show it to your mother?"

Zhou Xiang made a few excuses, without asking whether it was his wife or the girl who was not found. He turned around and went home with a wooden face.

When I saw my mother's dead body, I didn't know whether to cry or regret.

After thinking it over again and again, I decided to look for that stool...

sit down.

Continue to add opium.

Take a few puffs to relieve your fatigue.

He lit a fire, picked up the money on the table, counted it with his saliva, and put it all in his pocket.

It’s enough to make several bubbles of white soil.

(End of this chapter)