Chapter 12 Trading

On the two-meter-high wall, an ancient tree poked half of its head outside the wall and sprinkled a handful of shade on the ground outside the wall. Babies, wild species, curly hair, monkeys and fools squatted in the shadows and gasped. How did it come out? I'm confused. At first, it was lively with the second hook, but suddenly it seemed to be a gust of wind. When I opened my eyes, it was already outside the woods. The wild seed quickly got up and came forward to lift the curly hair. The monkey spirit helped each other up with the baby and began to look around. The first thing he saw was a fool. The curly hair pulled him up. He was still at a loss and circled, as if he was looking for who got him here.

Of course, they can't figure out what happened, let alone carry these cultivation methods. In fact, even He Xiaozhuo doesn't know much about the method of transportation, not to mention the babies? The art of carrying is an ability that can only be achieved by cultivating to a certain extent. Light people can take things from the air, and heavy people can move mountains and seas. As for moving others in time and space, also known as the art of taking the body, I'm afraid it will be difficult to practice if it does not reach the yuan god's condensation period, unless there is another spell grammar. The baby was photographed out of the circle by the snake spirit Chang Xiaoqing, which is certainly a matter of the clouds for them.

He Xiaozhuo is still missing, which is the only concern of several children. Therefore, when they slipped back to the big tree when they first came out suspiciously, they did not leave He Xiaozhuo and fled alone. Their anxious mood has been waiting for He Xiaozhuo's appearance. Half a day of experience has made He Xiaozhuo's life closely linked with these children.

He Xiaozhuo was blown away by a strong "wind" at the moment he rushed to the old immortality. When he landed, he found that he had reached the edge of the woods. Although he didn't know much about the art of body, he must have done it by another master. Who can no longer control so much? At this moment, what he is most concerned about is his adoptable mother Chang Xiaoqing, so He Xiaozhuo stood up and immediately ran to the depths of the woods again.

However, when he came to the battlefield again, all he saw was the ancient wood, Lan Linsensen, the boulder was silent, and the weed was speechless. Where could there be a fighter? The only thing that can be seen is the old tree that was broken by the old immortality and Chang Xiaoqing fell to the ground, showing a pale tree body, like a feathered eagle, with a pair of desperate eyes. The cool wind hit, and the whole forest sobbed for it. He Xiaozhuo couldn't help shivering. Chang Xiaoqing, godmother - where are you?

"Baby, look!" The monkey was the first to find He Xiaozhuo who walked out of the woods with a dull face. Several children quickly greeted him. Only the fool suddenly stopped dancing and looked at He Xiaozhuo in a fron.

"Xiaozhuo, are you all right?" The baby came forward and grabbed He Xiaozhuo.

He Xiaozhuo nodded silently and tried his best to turn his head to one side. However, the tears he held still broke free from the shackles of his eyes and rolled down from the corners of his eyes. The more unusually calm the head scene was, the more he made He Xiaozhuo have an ominous feeling hit his heart, especially when he saw Chang Xiaoqing's last glance was still vivid: Blood spewed out, and then tried his best to make He Xiaozhuo escape quickly. That's love, that's pity, that's affection... What can be better than that kind of true love? The prejudice of the past was collided with this true feelings and immediately disappeared. Instead, he was infinitely moved, but before he could say anything, Chang Xiaoqing... Thinking of the horrible face of the old immortality and the end of the second hook, He Xiaozhuo dared not think about it, and the sacrifices made by Chang Xiaoqing were all for himself...

"Xiaozhuo..." The monkey just wanted to continue to ask, but was stopped by the baby.

Six children silently returned to the dormitory from the same road.

The dormitory is as quiet as ever, and no one seems to have found their whereabouts.

The days have started again as before, but several children have matured a lot and become closer after that experience. Especially the baby, who was originally a teenager, after a few days of silence, he finally pulled He Xiaozhuo aside:

"Xiao Zhuo, will you be our boss from tomorrow?"

"What?" He Xiaozhuo didn't believe in his ears.

"Why?" He Xiaozhuo was even more surprised.

"Because of the few of us, you are the best! The best way to fight!" The baby speaks decisively.

He Xiaozhuo didn't expect that the baby would come to him for this.

"No. I don't want to be a boss."

"What can you do if you don't? Jianghu rules, whoever is powerful is the boss!" The baby is worthy of being an old Jianghu, and his mouth is full of Jianghu.

But He Xiaozhuo refused. I came out to make money, not to be the boss.

"Can't you make money as a boss? If we follow you, maybe we will make a fortune in the future.

"I'm different from you. Someone has been bothering me. I don't want to involve you." Chang Xiaoqing's life and death are uncertain, and it is unknown that he will not die. Who later took himself out of the woods? He Xiaozhuo vaguely felt that these were all related to him, but now he still knows nothing about them.

"There are blessings and difficulties. This is a good brother!"

The quarrel between the two finally made other partners quarrel. Finally, everyone decided that the boss would be temporarily left to the baby. From then on, He Xiaozhuo taught everyone kung fu, and everyone continued to help He Xiaozhuo find opportunities to make money. As for who will be the boss in the future, we will talk about it then.

But things did not develop in the direction they imagined. Before He Xiaozhuo could teach the baby their mind, President Li took the initiative to find He Xiaozhuo.

"Xiaozhuo, how have you been in recent days?" President Li is still so pleasant.

"Very good. Thank you, President Li.

"You can just call me Uncle Li." President Li held his glasses.

"Hmm." He Xiaozhuo has an indescribable feeling about Dean Li.

"Have you been used to it?"

"It's okay."

"I heard that Xiaozhuo has always been very ambitious and wants to make money, right?"

"Yes, Dean Li, Uncle Zhang San said that you have a firecracker factory here, and you can work to earn money." He Xiaozhuo finally said what he had in his heart.

"Well... Well, there are firecracker factories in the west. In previous years, we were too busy to work, so we often rolled some barrels and so on. Of course, we can also earn wages, but now the factory is sluggish and has not been produced for a long time. You came at the wrong time." Dean Li had a sympathetic face.

He Xiaozhuo looked disappointed after hearing this.

"But," Dean Li paused,

Hope ignited in He Xiaozhuo's eyes again.

"Uncle knows a friend. He has been making a lot of money outside. He always wants me to help him find a good child as a helper. He has to grow up to take over his class. I think you can do it. Do you want to go?"

"Really? Great. As long as you can make money." He Xiaozhuo returned to the dormitory with joy, but was immediately splashed with cold water by the baby.

"Who knows if what he said is true?"

"Dean Li will lie to us?"

"That's not sure!" Maybe the baby heard that He Xiaozhuo was leaving and didn't speak well. But in the end, the friends still basically believed that President Li would not lie to them. The reason is that President Li is the president of the welfare home and the welfare home is the state, so how could President Li lie to them?

So under the arrangement of President Li, He Xiaozhuo soon met the person President Li mentioned - Song Jun.

A straight dark blue suit, snow-white shirt, bright red tie, dark and shiny leather shoes, and a very unique mobile phone in his hand. This dress is much inferior to Dean Li. The hair was combed spotlessly, as if it had been wiped with something, as dark and shiny as leather shoes. The beard on his face was very clean, revealing his clean cheeks. Big eyes, high nose bridge, coupled with the age of 30s, it looks really great. He Xiaozhuo is very admirable.

"What's your name?" The man asked first, with a serious voice.

"He Xiaozhuo."

"How old are you this year?"

"Ten years old."

Where is home?"

"Hezhai Village, Ning'an Prefecture."

"What can you do?"

"I don't know yet, but I will definitely learn it."

"Are you afraid of being tired?"

"Don't be afraid."

"Are you afraid of suffering?"

"Don't be afraid."

Song Jun nodded.

signaled that He Xiaozhuo could leave, and then began to bargain with Dean Li.

"Are you satisfied with this product?" Dean Li lit a cigarette and leaned against the back of the chair.

"Unsatisfied." Song Jun said coldly.

"Oh? What?" President Li pretended to be surprised.

"You know that the worse the goods are in our industry, the better. And this child doesn't seem to lack intelligence.

"Haha, brother, I know that the worse your goods are, the better, but it's not necessarily that there are no good goods? What's more, now you can say that you are pushing out new things and have a lot of tricks. Maybe this guy will soon become a new signboard for you. I'm afraid that too much goods can't support the new facade, right?

"It's not as simple as you said. You know that earning sympathy is our biggest source of profit."

"Haha. Okay, this is very interesting. I'll give you a 10% discount on this sentence. What do you think?

"6,000? I don't have such a big head." Song Jun spread his hands.

"Then there's nothing we can do." Dean Li lit another cigarette and spit out a cigarette ring leisurely.

"Hey, I heard that you have a fool here. Do you want to sell it?"

"No sale." President Li said coldly.

"I don't understand. What are you doing with a fool?"

"Hey, don't you understand this? Didn't you say that earning sympathy is our biggest source of profit? This is a welfare home. That fool is a real thing. Without these sick and disabled orphans, will it grant you? If there is no funding, won't my dean have to drink the northwest wind?

"Can you drink the northwest wind? I think the profit of your child over the years is enough for me to toss around for half a year.

"You don't have to cry to me. How many children do you have? Which child you don't peel off? I can't do it here. There is an audit every year, which is not as you think. Besides, if it weren't for the sake of your and my friendship for many years, I wouldn't have done it anyway, so you must be worthy of my venture capital, right?"

"de! I won't listen to these. Let's make a price.

"No sale."

"Okay, I want both, 6,000! How about it?"

"Eight thousand!"

"6,000!"

"Old rule, give up one step, seven thousand."

"Deal!"

Dean Li showed a smiling face, stretched out his hand and held it with Song Jun's hand, and laughed with a smile:

"Happy cooperation!"

"Happy cooperation!" Song Jun also echoed and scolded in his heart, "Fuck your mother, smiling wolf!"