The wife of two taels of silver

The sun sets and night falls.

Whether it is day or night, West Street is always noisy at all times.

There were children crying and parents scolding; there were beggars fighting for food with stray dogs on the street; scenes of beatings were happening everywhere in West Street, and everyone here acted as if it was commonplace, not even turning their heads.

Gu An and Zhao Hongwei were searching in West Street.

Fortunately, it was dark, otherwise the two of them would be stared at and stared at by these people on West Street. It was simply because their clothes and temperament were out of place here.

Zhao Hongwei whispered, "That bastard Hu Yong has been hiding in a Guanyin temple on West Street."

Gu An nodded and observed everyone passing by in the dark.

Guanyin Temple, that's where a bunch of homeless people gather.

A small Guanyin temple can accommodate more than 20 people. Even so, each position is fixed. If an outsider wants to join, he can either beat the person away with his fists and take his place, or pay money to hire someone to beat the person away and take his place.

Hu Yong is in the northwest corner of the Guanyin Temple, which is the best location in the temple because it does not leak and is closest to the interior.

On the first day Hu Yong came to West Street, if he hadn't had some brute force, all his money would have been stolen.

Hu Yong's sleeping place in the Guanyin Temple was taken by him with his fists. It can be said that he was the best fighter among all the homeless people in the room. Everyone in the Guanyin Temple seemed to be following him as their leader.

When Gu An and Zhao Hongwei found the Guanyin Temple, they heard Hu Yong bragging to someone inside:

"I tell you, in a few days, I will be very rich. I will never come to this damn place again!" Hu Yong's voice was excited and angry.

The people around him looked at him with obvious disbelief.

Hu Yong felt the suspicious and disdainful looks from those people. He put the bottle of wine in the water down heavily on the ground and burped loudly: "Hey! What are you looking at me with, you bastards? Do you know what I do?"

The men surrounding him, who were smelling sour, shook their heads. Someone asked, "Brother Yong, you never told us what you do."

Hu Yong's face flushed red, and his eyes were bloodshot. "I'm here to clean up the mess for those damn rich people!"

"If it weren't for me, what the hell could they have accomplished? A bunch of useless things!" Hu Yong's face flashed with pride, anger and jealousy.

There are no candles in the Guanyin Temple, only a kerosene lamp. In front of the Guanyin statue, the dancing shadow of the candlelight is reflected on the wall.

The candlelight was also reflected in Hu Yong's pupils, reminding him of the fire at Qingyang College.

The fire that day was even bigger. It spread in an instant and trapped many children from wealthy families in the fire.

Hu Yong suddenly felt relieved, thinking that what was the point of those little brats having money at home, they would still be burned to death, and even if they were not burned to death, they would turn into monsters, neither human nor ghost.

Seeing everyone in the Guanyin Temple looking up at him as they listened to his story, Hu Yong's vanity instantly swelled. He felt incredibly happy. He laughed heartily and said in a pretentious tone, "Do you know who hired me?"

One of the older beggars couldn't stand his pretentiousness and waved his hand impatiently: "Hey, Brother Yong, just tell me now."

Hu Yong chuckled and said, "It's Princess Anle's gigolo husband!"

Gu An and Zhao Hongwei outside the Guanyin Temple froze in place instantly, their eyes filled with disbelief.