Chapter 390

"The transparent one is lemon juice, refreshing and sweet; the red one is watermelon juice, sweet and delicious; the yellow one is orange juice, delicious and juicy."

Zheng Jirong patiently introduced the colorful juices in front of Si Teng. Every time he introduced one, Si Teng curiously picked up the corresponding juice, bit the straw and took a sip, then showed a satisfied smile.

Seeing this, Zheng Jirong couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart. He continued: "I specially find people to buy and squeeze these juices. They are guaranteed to be extremely fresh and taste absolutely first-class."

"Extract?"

"Yes, it means squeezing the juice out of the fruit."

Zheng Jirong pointed at Du Dapeng, who was picking his nose at the gate, "Have you seen him? This boy is born with supernatural powers and is stronger than me. Whether it is a lemon or an orange, as long as he holds it hard, he can instantly crush it." Squeeze out all the juice from the fruit, wow, it’s even more efficient than a juicer!”

Si Teng turned to look, his face turned green instantly, "You!!!"

She pointed at Zheng Jirong and said anxiously: "You actually gave me such a dirty thing to drink?!"

"What's dirty?"

Zheng Jirong's eyes widened and he said in confusion: "He didn't pinch it with bare hands. He had to wear gloves, right?"

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Although he repeatedly explained how clean and hygienic the juicing process was, Si Teng still had a dark face and pushed all the bottles in front of him away, not even wanting to touch them again.

She took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and said to the man opposite who was leisurely holding a soup dumpling in his mouth: "I have revealed my origin to you before. This time I came here not for other reasons, but to hope that you Can you help me get home..."

"Pfft cough cough

Zheng Jirong picked up the handkerchief on the side and wiped his mouth, saying with a speechless expression: "Sister, are you mistaken? You are an alien. If I had the ability to send you to an alien planet, I would have dominated the world long ago!"

"Who told you I was from an alien?"

Si Teng frowned and said, "We, the Yu tribe, evolved due to the influence of extraterrestrial matter on vegetation. My home is in the mountains to the southwest."

"Then why don't you go by yourself?"

Zheng Jirong spread his hands and said: "Now the south is more peaceful than the north. There are more bandits in the southwest, but those guys shouldn't be a threat to you, so be it!"

He agreed: "I will help you prepare the car now and send you a few followers. Remember to report to me that you are safe when you get home."

"It's too late to go now," Si Teng sighed, shook his head helplessly, and then said: "The habitat of our Rong tribe has long been destroyed by you humans, and there is no soil there for us to survive. "

"Then where are you going?" Zheng Jirong asked confused.

"northwest."

"northwest?"

"That's right," Si Teng nodded and said, "I want to go to the Qinling Mountains. I sense that there are still descendants of our Yu clan there. It may be our last hope."

After listening to Si Teng's story, Zheng Jirong fell into deep thought.

He really had no choice about going to the southwest, but if he went to the north, A Miao was still alone in Peiping. When he went to pick up A Miao, he could easily send her back.

Thinking of this, he raised his eyes and looked at Si Teng in front of him. Although this woman was a bit arrogant, she did help him a lot. He, Zheng Jirong, had no habit of owing favors to others.

"OK!"

He promised seriously: "But you have to wait a few days. I still have some things to do here in Shanghai. Once it is resolved, we will go to the north together and send you back to the habitat of the Yu tribe."

When Si Teng heard this, a happy smile suddenly appeared on his face, but it only lasted for less than a second before she immediately stopped it.

After regaining her arrogant look, she nodded slightly and said calmly: "Then I'll thank you first. Please prepare a room for me."

"Room?"

"That's right." Si Teng gently smoothed the hem of his skirt, stood up with an undeniable grace, and walked upstairs.

As she walked, she said calmly: "In case you miss the appointment like last time, I will keep an eye on you these days."

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Looking at the woman's back, Zheng Jirong shook his head in amusement. It seemed that he was relying on him.

Nancheng, pig cage walled city.

Although the sun was scorching hot at noon, the city was still bustling with activity.

Some people were sweating profusely carrying heavy objects and doing hard work; others were taking a nap in the shade of the shop, enjoying a moment of tranquility in the afternoon.

At this time, a group of ragged children were playing with an old rubber ball on the roadside, laughing and joking. Suddenly, the ball was kicked too high by a child and flew to the road not far away.

A child looked longingly at the group of people walking towards this side of the road and shouted: "Uncle, can you help us kick the ball back?"

"What's the point of kicking this?"

Looking at the badly worn leather ball under his feet, Zheng Jirong frowned and stepped on it. The ball broke instantly and made a "bang" sound.

Just when the children were about to cry, he took out a brand new football from behind and kicked it back hard. The football drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed accurately in front of the children.

"If you want to play, just play this kind of ball!"

Zheng Jirong then smiled and said to the children, "Come, come, come all over, uncle has brought you a lot of gifts!"

As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and Ah Xing and others behind him immediately took out some candies, toys, and stationery from their backpacks and distributed them to the children.

Some of the children here have already recognized Zheng Jirong and Zhou Xingzu. After all, they also lived in the walled city for a period of time. It is difficult not to remember them for their generous spending in those days.

The children quickly accepted the gifts excitedly, with bright smiles on their faces. Looking at their smiling faces, Zheng Jirong's mood also improved a lot.

He came here this time and prepared a lot of gifts, all for these acquaintances in the walled city.

A few minutes later.

"Ah Rong, your gift is too heavy, I can't bear it."

"Brother Gui, why are you being polite to me?" Zheng Jirong thrust the house deed directly into the old boy's arms, then patted his chest and said seriously: "There has been news from above that Nancheng will be redeveloped, and the Pig Cage Walled City will pass. It will definitely be demolished in less than two years. Where can you open a shop with your early skills then?"

He then pointed to the house deed in A Gui's arms and said sincerely: "The store I gave you is not only in the concession, so you don't have to worry about demolition, but it is also next to a Chinese club I just opened. They are all my own people. I promise Your business is absolutely booming!”

"Concession?"

Ah Gui couldn't help but be speechless after hearing this. The land in the concession was more expensive than gold these days, and Ah Rong's gift was more valuable than he thought.

"Yes, not only you, but also Boss Zhao, who made clothes for me before, and even coolie Qiang and the others. I have arranged it all. The locations are all next to my club. We will help and benefit each other then. In the concession Create a Chinatown that is unique to us!”

"Damn it, you kid came here to pry the corner of the wall in broad daylight!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Zheng Jirong turned his head and looked around. As expected, the charterer with a sinister face and a cigarette butt in her mouth was staring at him fiercely.

"Where's Goodford, the charterer!"

The tenant woman shook her cattail leaf fan, looked at Zheng Jirong for a few times, then raised her head and said, "It seems that you have made a lot of money outside. Are you here just to poach me?"

"How can you call it poaching?" Zheng Jirong said with a smile: "I am returning to my hometown. When I fell from the plane, without everyone's care, I might have burped that night. Now I have the ability. Of course I have to repay everyone.”

"You have some conscience!"

After saying that, she stretched out her hand in front of him, and Zheng Jirong, who knew how to deal with it, quickly handed a carefully prepared pair of gold-plated mahjong to her.

Seeing this set of golden mahjong tiles, the charterer's eyes, which were originally stern, suddenly shone with joy.

She took the mahjong and looked at it carefully, with a satisfied smile on her face: "You are sensible, I didn't leave the best room to you in vain."

Taking advantage of this damn bitch's good mood, Zheng Jirong immediately approached her and said with a smile: "With your superb management skills, there is no reason to just stay in the walled city and do some rent collection."

"I have a club in the concession, and the people who come and go are all rich and high-end Chinese. Now I am in need of an experienced manager. You see."

"Eh"

The charterer put the mahjong tiles away, then waved her hand and said, "No need to discuss this matter. If you want to hire bodyguards and thugs, just ask Agui and the others. I don't like to meddle in other people's business. Goodbye."

After saying that, the eighth woman carried the golden mahjong she gave her and disappeared in an instant. When Zheng Jirong reacted, she was already in her house and even closed the windows.

When Zheng Jirong saw this, he no longer pressed for it. It was a pity not to abduct the Condor Heroes together, but it was actually enough with A Gui and the others.

After smiling helplessly, he turned around and was about to go find Tailor Zhao, who was making clothes, but at this moment, a hoarse voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Sir, if I guess correctly, you should be Zheng Jirong, the leader of the Ax Gang, right?"

Zheng Jirong turned his head and glanced. When he saw the person clearly, his pupils shrank instantly and he took a step back!

Bald head, glasses, tank tops, shorts, and a pair of flip-flops. If Vincent hadn't traveled through time with him, then this person's identity could only be...

"That's me," Zheng Jirong said with wary eyes, "What do you want from me?"

"Don't get me wrong! I don't mean any harm!"

Seeing the unkind look on his face, the bald man quickly waved his hand, as if he was afraid that Zheng Jirong might misunderstand his purpose.

Then, a weird smile appeared on his face, "I'm just looking for you to beat you to death, or... be beaten to death by you!"

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