The crowd watching the excitement could not see Piyou, and they were all scattered.

It was noon at this time, and the sun hung straight in the middle of the sky, with his head hanging down, as if his stomach was empty, waiting to get off work.

Xingzi and Qimeng were walking forward, planning to go back home and continue eating noodles.

Zhou Xiaoxing looked left and right, not thinking much about going up. In his life, the last thing he liked to eat was noodles, whether it was dried noodles, hand-rolled noodles, instant noodles, knife-shaped noodles or the noodles he was going to eat next.

Like it.

There’s no reason, it’s just pure dissatisfaction. Do you need a reason?

"Little Xingzai, what are you doing? Why don't you come up?" Qimeng walked downstairs and carefully looked at this little Xingzai who looked 80-90% similar to Xingzai.

Zhou Xiaoxing was a little flattered, and his hands trembled accidentally. He rolled his eyes and said nothing.

"Xingzi, come here and see if you have a fever?"

Qimeng's hand rested on Zhou Xiaoxing's forehead, which was quite warm. Zhou Xiaoxing felt a bit like her mother's hand, which was particularly comfortable.

Zhou Xiaoxing's mother in his previous life fell ill and passed away. He had no attachment to his previous life at all, so when he got here, he was not in a hurry to go back. Instead, he wanted to find a way to make a living and survive first.

"By the way, I have to go to the bar. Fat Qi must have gone back. If I don't go back, I won't be able to be a manager again?"

"You really want to be the manager of that bar?"

"It doesn't have to be the bar? Well, as long as you are the manager."

Zhou Xiaoxing answered subconsciously.

You have to live first. It seems that the boss Xingzi has little hope, but Qimeng should be able to count on him.

"Qimeng, no, sister-in-law, do you have any idea?"

"Qimeng, no, I'm just such a young guy, I can't take him with me, it's too dangerous."

Xingzi had already arrived beside them at some point, pulling Qimeng with him.

They had a big plan to make a fortune, but they wanted to hide it from Zhou Xiaoxing.

"No, boss, sister-in-law, if you have something good to do, don't forget me. Take me with you. Besides, what's the danger in being with you?"

Zhou Xiaoxing originally thought that with Qimeng's status in the world, he would definitely be able to introduce him to a bigger bar, no, a hotel, as a manager, but when Xingzi interfered like this, Zhou Xiaoxing's wishful thinking changed.

In the late 1980s, the situation in Hong Kong was changing, and a generation of tycoons were emerging every minute. Gods of gambling, gambling sages, gamblers, sparrow sages, etc. were all out of the question. The speed of wealth accumulation increased exponentially.

Will Zhou Xiaoxing still think about the lobby manager’s one-third-acre land?

Besides, he also has his own system.

Zhou Xiaoxing had a smile hidden in his eyes and slapped his thighs with both hands. His life was about to usher in the highlight moment, and he would no longer be the Zhou Xiaoxing he was before.

"Xingzi, why don't you take your younger brother with you? Your money will not be small?"

Zhou Xiaoxing squinted his eyes, held his face in his hands, and nodded repeatedly.

"You, why are you nodding? It's not like you don't know that you have cancer."

As soon as Xingzi finished speaking, he followed Qimeng and took a few steps back. He was so fast that he even knocked over the dragon fruit in the fruit shop.

Zhou Xiaoxing was stunned, what did you say?

Cancer?

Zhou Xiaoxing did not lose the memory of this life. He slowly squatted down, held his head in his hands, and thought about it carefully.

No, there was no mention of cancer in the memories he could search.

Just as he slowly stood up and was about to question the two people in front of him, he was pulled over by Xing Zai.

"Come here quickly, he has cancer, stay away from him."

Not him.

Zhou Xiaoxing finally opened her tightly closed mouth and let out a big sigh of relief.

Fortunately it's not him.

So who are they talking about?

"Xingzai, I finally found you, Qimeng, you are here, little Xingzai, you are all here."

The person with disheveled hair in front of him, who looked down on his appearance, came to touch Zhou Xiaoxing’s hair after he finished speaking.

"Go away, we have guns."

Zhou Xiaoxing let go of Xingzai's hand and quickly turned to Qimeng's side.

Qimeng looked at the pendants on the left and right and couldn't help but smile.

"Uncle Third, what did you order? It's like this. Let's go and follow you upstairs. Xingzi has cooked Chezi noodles."

Zhou Xiaoxing opened his mouth slightly, this is the legendary "Third Uncle", the salty guy.

It really lives up to its name.

Xingzi walked in the front, Qimeng second. Zhou Xiaoxing was afraid that his third uncle would be too close to him, so he walked forward quickly to keep up with Qimeng.

When faced with beauty and the beast, normal people would choose.

However, it seems, maybe, maybe, probably, almost, this third uncle is also one of Zhou Xiaoxing’s noble people.

"The system prompts that the second noble person has arrived." Zhou Xiaoxing received the prompt as soon as he entered the door.

That's it, I was right.

Zhou Xiaoxing slapped herself hard and told you to talk more.

However, this system is also strange. It only prompts noble people without any rewards. This is not fun.

"Xiao Xingzi, what are you doing to yourself?"

The person behind him quietly came forward, handed a tissue, and asked with concern.

"Ah, I don't want it, you have cancer."

Zhou Xiaoxing was so frightened that she hid behind the sound of Qimeng, and her third uncle looked at Xingzai in surprise with a tissue.

"Third uncle, it's like this. I saw you were so sloppy, so I didn't know who it was, so I just said it casually."

"So that's it. I thought I really had cancer. It would be great if I did, so I wouldn't have to live in poverty."

The third uncle walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and started taking a shower.

"Boss, Uncle San really doesn't have cancer, right?"

Zhou Xiaoxing covered her mouth and moved slowly to Xingzi.

"You may not have him even if you have it."

That's good.

If the noble person is sick, Zhou Xiaoxing will apply for a return.

"The system prompts that Hong Kong dollars have been deposited into your account." Zhou Xiaoxing just turned around and received the prompt.

Hong Kong dollars. At this time, 3,000 Hong Kong dollars was considered a lot of money. He remembered that he only received a salary of 90 Hong Kong dollars last month.

Zhou Xiaoxing had flowers on the soles of his feet. It seemed that the noble man’s reward was real money. He met Qimeng, and his third uncle easily became a household worth ten thousand yuan. Not bad.

"Xiao Xingzi, sit down quickly and eat noodles. Your boss cooked them specially for you."

Qimeng virtuously took care of him and sat him down.

If he had no money, he wouldn't eat noodles. Now that he has money, he wants to try it to see how terrible the noodles eaten by poor people are.

Zhou Xiaoxing walked over, shaking his head, and just sat down.

"The system prompts that Hong Kong dollars have been deducted from your account."

Good guy, if you stay in one room together, you will lose Hong Kong dollars.

People still can’t have any unnecessary thoughts.

The smile on Zhou Xiaoxing's face gradually disappeared, and the chopsticks he picked up fell off one by one.

"Xiao Xingzi, isn't it delicious? I'll eat it."

The third uncle came out wrapped in a bathrobe.

This Hong Kong dollar is deducted from Uncle San, right?

But it’s too much.

"Qimeng, I went to inquire before..."

The third uncle took the chopsticks and twirled it in the bowl vigorously. When he put it into his mouth, he saw Qimeng sitting down.

"What did you find out?"

Like Qimeng, Xingzai in front of the third uncle put down his chopsticks and came forward.

Zhou Xiaoxing relied on the lobby manager's sense of service and felt that there was a shocking secret here.
Chapter completed!