It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 293 [049] Zhu Laoer is living on the streets
Disguised and living on the streets, Zhu Shengzhi never thought that this day would come.

Zhu Shengzhi was a coward who valued his life. Because he was afraid of death, he was extremely sensitive to all kinds of suspicious sounds. When his car was blown up into the sky, he heard the click of the tires triggering the electronic fuse first.

The accompanying driver and bodyguard were killed in the explosion, but Zhu Shengzhi was only slightly injured in the explosion thanks to the thick steel plate on the outer layer of his special car.

As a well-trained escapee, Zhu Shengzhi took the initiative to dislocate his shoulder joint, crawled out of the distorted car window that had become very narrow, and then rolled 18 times on the spot and rolled into a large pile of garbage nearby.

"Search quickly to see if there is Zhu Laoer's body. Don't let him get away!"

Their faces were covered with black cloth, but there was no doubt that they were minions of the Nyan Society. More than a dozen of them were searching among the wreckage of the explosion.

Fortunately, the thick smoke obscured Zhu Shengzhi's escape route. He grabbed a handful of mud from the garbage dump and smeared it on his face. He then took off his strange clothes that were a hybrid of a Tang suit and a Western suit, and buried himself at the bottom of the garbage dump.

With his underwear smeared a little more and torn a little more, Zhu Shengzhi turned into a tramp from the outer city. He was originally a low-class person, and now he became low-class from the inside out.

All the guards around him were killed, and the Nian Society was searching for him. No matter how he thought about it, there must be a traitor in the Shengzhi Group.

Zhu Shengzhi decided to hide outside for a while. If he went back to the Shengzhi Group now, not only would it be unsafe on the way, but he might also be murdered after returning.

"Cuckoo..."

To make matters worse, Zhu Shengzhi was starving.

It was already a little past dinner time, and he had originally planned to go to the inner city to have dinner with his lover No. 5, but before he could even have the meal, everyone around him was killed in the explosion.

I couldn't help but think of how Cao Cao sacrificed his brave general Dian Wei and his eldest son Cao Ang just to sleep with a woman.

"Alas... We are both heroes of the same generation, so it's unavoidable that we have the same fate."

Zhu Shengzhi is so shameless that he compares himself to Cao Cao. He doesn't even take a piss to reflect on his own moral character and cultural level.

"Eh? Why is there a smell of barbecue?"

As night falls, the streets of District 5 in the outer city are shrouded in darkness, with dim street lights barely illuminating the cold street scene. The dilapidated shantytowns in the slums are twisted and distorted, as if endless shadows are entangled in them, and countless frustrated souls are hiding in the shadows.

Across the street, across from the slums, buildings stood along the street, the insulation paint on the exterior walls peeling off, revealing the traces of time. A few Chinese signs swayed in the breeze, emitting a faint light that blended into the creeping decadent mist.

Zhu Shengzhi remembered that the infrastructure here was so poor because he had misappropriated the special fund to give gifts to his lover No. 8. If the president found out about this, he would be in big trouble.

There had just been a huge explosion, and many people had died, but the few pedestrians walking on the street didn't care. In this lost neighborhood, they were wearing worn-out synthetic fiber chemical protective suits and luminous lens glasses, and the gray aura surrounded them, making them look like zombies.

Zhu Shengzhi felt a little guilty. He didn't dare to go to the opposite block which was relatively more popular. These people must be resentful of him. If they knew that Nian was hunting him, they would definitely sell out their master for fame and fortune.

"Damn you guys... the lack of infrastructure can be made up with hard work! I call it the rich leading the poor. When I become rich, I will have many lovers. I give them money, and they come to spend money here. Isn't it a perfect closed loop?"

Zhu Shengzhi didn't even need to use his pig brain to think about it. This place is so decadent, why would his lovers with all their jewels and gems come here to spend money?

Since becoming the leader of the Shengzhi Group, Zhu Shengzhi had never been so scared or so hungry. He sniffed the slightly burnt smell and turned step by step into the messy alleys of the shantytown.

The Nians are still searching the explosion site, but they can't search for too long. After all, this is the Night Dragon Society's territory. Even if there is a traitor in the Shengzhi Group, the headquarters will quickly send people to deal with it.

Only at this time did Zhu Shengzhi look forward to meeting the young master Qin Jiandan. After all, Qin Jiandan had no reason to betray the guild, and he would be saved if he met the young master.

He entered the shantytown as a homeless person, but other homeless people did not doubt him. After all, every day in Huanshi City, people fell from great heights and sunk into the hopeless mud.

"What...what delicious food is this?" Zhu Shengzhi stopped beside a simple coal-fired cooking stove. The "chef" operating the cooking stove was an elderly homeless man with unkempt beard and wrinkles.

The other person was wearing tattered clothes, the colors had long faded, as if blending in with the ruins of the city, but his eyes still revealed determination and wisdom, making strangers feel amiable and respectable.

The coal-fired cooking stove beside him looks like a broken iron bucket. In the night, the hot flames illuminated the old man's face, and he skillfully stir-fried and stirred with a rusty spatula, which made Zhu Shengzhi believe that no matter what kind of ingredients, they would become a feast under such careful care.

"Dad, I'm hungry, can you please…"

There were still a few large-denomination bills left in Zhu Shengzhi's trouser pocket, but he didn't dare take them out for fear of exposing his identity.

The old man looked up at Zhu Shengzhi and said with a smile, "You want to eat this? Why don't you take a closer look to see if it's edible?"

Zhu Shengzhi took a closer look—oh my god! Whatever the ingredients were before, they had now turned into white bones with black edges, and the old man was actually heating them further, raising the temperature of the cooking stove.

"No way, Dad! Are you cooking or cremating? These are pig bones, right? Why don't you leave some meat for me to eat?"

The old man nodded and said, "I am cremating. These are not pig bones, but chicken bones from black-foot broiler chickens. I asked someone to pick them up at the garbage station in the inner city."

"Huh?" Zhu Shengzhi was stunned and didn't know how to react.

"You're new here, right? If you don't have food to eat, come help me here. Hold this spatula."

Zhu Shengzhi took the rusty spatula which was still warm, stunned.

The old man stretched his numb waist and legs and continued, "We use high temperature to burn chicken bones to make relics. Many people in the inner and outer cities believe that relics can be produced after the cremation of eminent monks. Offering relics at home can bring good luck. We can take advantage of this opportunity to make money!"

Zhu Shengzhi thought of his lover No. 7 and claimed to be a Buddhist. He also bought a relic for her. Zhu Shengzhi was very unhappy when he realized that what he bought at a high price might be chicken bones.

"Dad, chicken bones can produce relics? Are you kidding me?"

"Hahaha, that's why I can tell you're new here at first glance." The old man laughed happily, "No matter if it's chicken bones, pig bones, or human bones, high temperature burning will burn out all the organic matter and carbon, leaving the so-called ashes. As long as the temperature continues to rise, the ashes will melt, and after cooling, they will form white, glassy, ​​hard balls - these are the relics."

"But if we continue to heat it up, it will be very hot, and there is a chance of explosion. If you want to eat, just help me watch the stove. Once this batch of relics is cooked, I will make you some synthetic tofu."

"Also, don't call me dad. This is the homeless association's territory. Everyone calls me Uncle Five."

Zhu Shengzhi didn’t find lover No. 5 today, but he found his fifth uncle.

Uncle Wu returned to the nearby tarpaulin tent and sat on a mottled metal stool to rest, leaving Zhu Shengzhi staring at the fire reluctantly.

The heat made Zhu Shengzhi sweat all over. Worried that the stove would explode, he recited tongue twisters to relieve his tension:

"A big chicken has a big tail, a big tail has a big chicken, a small chicken has a small tail, a big chicken has a big tail..."

He watched the chicken bones gradually begin to brighten, melt, and finally solidify into shiny little balls - exactly the same as the relics he had purchased at a high price that year.

Holy shit! It turns out that it can really be burned out like this! So if I eat, drink, gamble, and whore, after I die, as long as I'm exposed to high temperatures, I can also produce relics!

My ancestor Zhu Yuanzhang was a monk. His evaluation of bald monks is: "the country is lazy, the world is parasites, the sex is hungry ghosts, the wealth is the devil."

That's right! And he even cheated me out of my money! No, this is a disgrace to me, Jucai Zhu Laoer. I have to find a way to get the money back!
(End of this chapter)