One Piece : Romantic Swordsman

I accidentally posted the wrong chapter. This chapter was in the second volume. I didn’t see it clearly when posting it, so it was placed in the first volume. I hope that the Writer Assistant can update its functions in the future, but now it can only be re-released.

I am very grateful to those who have always supported me and have been reading my books. I will keep working hard and insist on finishing it. I hope you can give me more opinions.

You can ignore the following content, some short stories written by individuals.

My name is Xiaoshuai, an 18-year-old young man. I dropped out of school at the age of 15 and worked as a food stall, learned about three lines of water and electricity, and also learned how to repair mobile phones.

Although I worked in so many industries, I didn’t make much money. I accidentally joined a foreign company’s factory through my relatives.

What you earn on the assembly line in a factory is hard-earned money. Only those with management and technical skills can do well, and their wages are still high.

To this end, I learned skills from Lao Cheng, who worked on the production line. Lao Cheng, one of the few senior workers in the factory, was very honest and had no hobbies. He almost reached the point where men have nothing in common. If he hadn’t had a wife, I would have thought he was a monk.

Moreover, Lao Cheng is also a very stingy person. He has never invited anyone to dinner, and he usually doesn’t bother to buy good food when he cooks for himself. He just settles for a meal of tomatoes and eggs.

His wife is an employee in the factory canteen. She is 1.6 meters tall, has a round face, and is slightly fat. Although he doesn’t look very good, he has the weapons of the Thirty-Six Emperors. As expected, weapons are usually found on fat people.

But I found something very strange. When Lao Cheng served in the canteen, he never served at his wife’s window. Occasionally, I saw Lao Cheng typing at his wife’s window. His wife didn’t react at all. I was immediately surprised and secretly guessed whether there was some story between Lao Cheng and his wife.

So I secretly observed Lao Cheng and his wife and found that they hardly said hello when they met in the factory. Even if they met, they would not treat Lao Cheng well. It seemed that there was a deep hatred between the two.

As I studied with Lao Cheng for longer and longer, my relationship with Lao Cheng also deepened. Gradually, Lao Cheng began to teach me my real skills, and occasionally he would invite me to his house for a drink after get off work.

When we arrived at Lao Cheng’s house, we drank a glass of wine and drank a glass of wine. After a few drinks, I felt the urge to urinate. When I went to the toilet, I happened to pass by the balcony, where various clothes were hanging to dry.

Suddenly I looked up inadvertently and discovered something that surprised me.

Among the many things, a small object caught my eye instantly.

It is hollowed out with classical flower patterns, and it is also made of silk. I was immediately shocked. I never thought that Old Cheng would be so good at playing.

Moreover, there was a pair of slings hanging out on the balcony. I almost had a nosebleed and quickly regained my composure before returning to the living room.

Returning to the wine table and continuing to drink with Lao Cheng, his words revealed his envy for Lao Cheng’s beautiful life. However, after hearing this, Lao Cheng only smiled bitterly and didn’t say anything. He just drank beer.

When we were done drinking, Old Cheng’s wife came back. After seeing the two of us staining the floor with cigarettes and alcohol, her face turned as black as a pot.

“What did you do to make the house so dirty?” This sentence immediately made me embarrassed, so I could only find an excuse to leave.

When I left Lao Cheng’s house and closed the door, I faintly heard his wife’s scolding voice, but Lao Cheng didn’t dare to say anything.

Since then, I haven’t gone to Lao Cheng’s house to drink again.