Starting as an infant, with parents who are blond-haired delinquents?

击打次数+1，1/100次。目标0/15

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Zhang Chaoqiang suddenly looked up and glanced around the street... At the same time, Han Bing and the other two quickly looked away and pretended to be calm.

Just then, two martial artists passed by the entrance of the Weilong Tattoo Shop.

Zhang Chaoqiang happened to sense it, so he attributed the source to the two martial artists who happened to be passing by.

It seemed that a passing martial artist had carelessly tossed a stone that had just hit him. Zhang Chaoqiang handed the transfer paper to Shen Qiangwei while pondering and analyzing the situation.

Because the original meaning of "physical bodhisattva" is being truly struck by a martial artist, the increased number of strikes just now tells him that it can be achieved regardless of whether it is intentional or not.

"Whether it was intentional or not?" Zhang Chaoqiang slapped his thigh!

Since no one is willing to fight me, and I can't simultaneously achieve the three goals of becoming a "living Buddha," "active body," and "either killing or being killed by a hundred people"...

Now that we've made some progress on increasing the number of times we can perform the ritual of reciting the name of a living bodhisattva, we should find an opportunity to complete it first.

Anyway, you get more hits just by getting hit...

"It seems there are still quite a few bugs that can be exploited..."

However, the impact of that stone was quite significant. Zhang Chaoqiang lifted his trouser leg and found that a small red patch had appeared on his calf.

If Shen Qiangwei hadn't asked Zhang Chaoqiang for help, the stone wouldn't have hit Zhang Chaoqiang.

I have to say…

Regardless of whether it's in his subjective mindset or not, it's undeniable that no matter how powerful Zhang Chaoqiang is, he still lives under the threat created by Shen Qiangwei or Zhang Huolong.

Han Bing caught her breath; their first operation had ended in failure in this way…

The most frustrating thing is that I paid the price of not being able to use [Disguise] for a month for my emergency withdrawal from the disguise...

It's like the rules for actors in a theatrical troupe.

If you don't perform well in front of the guests, you'll be disqualified from performing...

The inability to control the situation was a lesson Han Bing learned from his first failed operation…

For a moment, the three of them were speechless.

Not long after, Zhang Chaoqiang was ordered to go out and find his father, Zhang Huolong, to come home for dinner.

Under the twilight, the will-o'-the-wisps studded with crystal cores truly became will-o'-the-wisps, quite conspicuous.

They tracked down Zhang Huolong, who had merged with a vehicle, at the end of the street.

He drove up to the trash cans next to various convenience stores, acting suspiciously and doing something unknown. Zhang Chaoqiang followed him.

Chapter 139 Industrial Chain

Zhang Chaoqiang had to admit a fact.

His father, Zhang Huolong, really does rummage through the trash.

At this moment, the clash of two contradictory behaviors appears particularly dramatic.

Zhang Huolong, who cherishes his clothes, tiptoed around, afraid that the edge of the trash can would scratch his shirt.

He put a black plastic bag over his hands and started rummaging through the trash can.

He found some boxes and smiled with delight, then searched through them again.

Back and forth.

Along the way, he rummaged through almost every trash can in the convenience stores he passed.

The convenience store owner kept looking at him with a strange expression.

He also frequented some smoking areas on the streets.

After observing for a while, Zhang Chaoqiang realized that his target was the cigarette boxes.

What is the purpose of a cigarette pack?

Zhang Huolong doesn't smoke, and Zhang Chaoqiang knows his situation best.

With his exceptionally keen senses, comparable to a demon beast's [sense of smell], nothing escapes his senses; even his own mother, Shen Qiangwei, sometimes gets her period…

When Zhang Huolong came out of the toilet, he carried a special fragrance of photinia flowers, which Zhang Chaoqiang could also clearly smell.

The only thing I didn't smell was smoke on Zhang Huolong's mouth and nose. Usually, customers who come to get tattoos smoke, but the smell of nicotine and tar is just something that clings to their bodies.

Zhang Huolong carefully removed the flip-top cigarette box.

Then discard the boxes without lids, and fold the cigarette box lids to form a small rectangular piece.

In just a few minutes, Zhang Huolong folded almost twenty cigarette box lids.

"This thing..." Zhang Chaoqiang seemed to vaguely remember it, but not much...

By secretly following Zhang Huolong, and then visiting some community facilities and the vicinity of a nearby primary school, Zhang Chaoqiang finally understood what Zhang Huolong was doing.

His gaze fell upon a group of ordinary elementary school students who were taking turns lying on the ground, gathered around the wall of a small shop near the elementary school.

"Hey, little fatso, wanna grab a cigarette card?" Zhang Huolong went straight to a chubby little guy inside who was lying on the floor with his hands covered in dust.

"I want it! Thank you, big brother!"

"Thank me for what? It's not a gift, it's a sale!"

"What do you have? Let me see..."

Zhang Chaoqiang followed directly after him, hiding in the crowd without Zhang Huolong noticing at all.

At this point, he finally understood that the toys of ordinary elementary school students today were actually derived from the paper dolls of his generation…

These are small cards printed with cartoon characters, which you put on the ground and pat on the ground for fun.

Now, these cards have been transformed into various cigarette box pieces, which are made by disassembling and folding the cigarette box lids, just as Zhang Huolong did so skillfully.

This thing is now all the rage in elementary schools.

Where there is demand, there is a market.

Where there is a market, there will be a sales channel.

Zhang Huolong recently spoke on the phone with a former coworker from the factory. The coworker mentioned that he had discovered his son had recently opened all his cigarettes, only taking the caps and throwing them away...

They even let him smoke more than a dozen packs of cigarettes a day, just so he could fold the unwanted cigarette boxes into cigarette cards and gamble with his friends.

It means that whoever flips the card over wins the card from the other player.

Whether it's childish or not, Zhang Chaoqiang only believes that his father has a very good business sense.

They were able to glean business insights from this small incident and then take concrete action.

"The Synthetic World, a pack of 100 yuan, is sold for 10 yuan a piece; Lotus China, 5 yuan a piece!"

"Too expensive, make it cheaper, bro!" The elementary school student was a little timid, his eyes darting around at the tattoos on Zhang Huolong's body.

"Little skinny monkey, I like the way you call me. If you buy it, I'll give you a discount. Nine cigarette cards in the 5 yuan tier... let me calculate, that's 50 yuan!"

"I'll buy one..."

"Let me see what's there..."

These days, elementary school students are really rich. They all have big hands and feet, and the key is that this thing is still a hard commodity among them.

Those cigarettes that have value are basically the ones that were originally expensive.

These things circulated and became a new kind of currency in schools.

In a short while, Zhang Huolong had sold about ten tickets, excluding some cheap ones, and made a net profit of more than seventy yuan.

Generally speaking, only a few extremely rare cards are worth buying.

In that instant, Zhang Chaoqiang felt that everything in this world, despite its constant changes, remained fundamentally the same.

Crystal cores and monsters are also graded. Toys are also graded.

The hierarchy permeated every corner of daily life, and Zhang Chaoqiang watched with great interest. He ran up a tree, and no one noticed him silently observing everything.

Elementary school students are obsessed with this kind of thing; otherwise, Zhang Huolong wouldn't have gone to rummage through the trash can.

He is still preparing to set up a stall.

Some primary school students would take the cigarette cards they had just bought, turn around and play with others, and then lose the cards.

They came back to buy more.

Some of them were short of money and asked Zhang Huolong if they could play a card-slapping game with him.

You decide who goes first by playing rock-paper-scissors, flipping your card face up to face down. That means you've won the game.

Zhang Huolong scoffed at this behavior: "You guys are gambling. I never gamble."

"Big brother, are you afraid of losing?"

"What a joke, you think I'm afraid of losing?"

The elementary school student initially thought Zhang Huolong had been provoked, but Zhang Huolong remained unmoved: "Buy or not? If not, get out of the way..."

He was actually really afraid of losing.

"Hey boss, I know you. Don't you have a shop on Ping Shui Street? Why are you selling cards here?"

This place is some distance from Ping Shui Street.

Faced with the elementary school students' questions, Zhang Huolong glanced at the cards he had found, which were almost all sold, and casually sighed...

"To make money, because I don't want to hold my son and wife back. They're so good at making money, I can't lose to them..."

Thinking back, since opening her own shop after leaving the factory, the tattoo shop has basically relied on Shen Qiangwei's skills to survive.

As for himself, he has very few opportunities to make money. He originally wanted to find a job, but if he leaves, his wife will be short of help and unable to keep up with the work.

Most importantly, it allows me to spend more time with my family.

But he was still a man after all, and he realized that in this family, it seemed that he was the only one with the worst earning power, especially on that day when Zhang Chaoqiang casually sold two million crystal cores.

He was completely taken aback…

Being proud of his son is one thing, but he just feels less important to him now.