Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

What Zhong Yuemin and his companions didn't know was that at a table not far away in the hall, Zhou Xiaobai and Luo Yun were also spending money there tonight. Zhong Yuemin and his companions were laughing and joking as soon as they entered the door, trying not to attract attention. In addition, the two sides had met once before, so they were quickly discovered by Zhou Xiaobai and his companions.

Luo Yun said:

"Xiaobai, did you see that? Who are these people? Last time, they deliberately blocked my way and tried to get close to me, pretending to be cousins. They're just a bunch of little hooligans. They didn't even forget to tease the waitresses while having a meal. They deserved to be beaten by Zhang Haiyang and the others."

Zhou Xiaobai said:

"Luo Yun, please keep your voice down. Don't let them hear us, or we might get harassed again."

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Luo Yun said:

"How dare these little hooligans mess around in public? Let Zhang Haiyang and the others deal with them. But then again, Xiaobai, I think Zhang Haiyang is interested in you. Otherwise, would he have just gone up to pick a fight with those little hooligans without saying a word? Your father is the deputy commander of the military region, and Haiyang's father is the chief of staff of the headquarters. I heard you mention before that the two sides were old partners during the War of Resistance Against Japan, right?"

Zhou Xiaobai nodded.

"You two are from the same courtyard, know each other well, and are a good match. I think it's a good fit."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Zhou Xiaobai said: "It's impossible for Zhang Haiyang and I to be together. I won't date anyone, at least not now."

"Why?"

“So ripe!”

"Is it bad to be too familiar?"

"I can't explain it to you clearly," Zhou Xiaobai said.

"Anyway, there's absolutely no chance between us. I have no feelings for you. Luo Yun, you're always talking about the ocean. What's going on? Are you interested in someone? I can set you up."

"I'm talking about you, don't bring me up."

While the two were talking, the dishes ordered by Zhong Yuemin were already on the table. After he annoyed the waitress and ran away, he "invited" the hall manager directly over. Without making any more noise, Yuan Jun asked for a new set of tableware and ordered the dishes. He had no time to talk nonsense at this moment. He gobbled up the food, making a lot of noise, as if he hadn't eaten for eight lifetimes, which attracted the attention of the guests at the tables next to him.

Just as we were enjoying our meal, the power suddenly went out. The hall was completely dark, and one of the guests shouted, "What's going on? Why is the power out again?"

Yuan Jun, Zheng Tong and others followed suit,

"Can we please have a good meal? This is a high-end Western restaurant."

"Pay money, pay money..."

The manager came running over and yelled,

"Please stay seated and don't move around. The restaurant has a backup generator and the power will be restored soon. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Zheng Tong said, "Yuemin, why don't we just go away? You don't have to treat me to this meal."

"Okay, all of you sit down and relax," Zhong Yuemin said.

"I can still afford a meal... Yuan Jun, do you hear me?"

It was very quiet around, as if no one was there. Zhong Yuemin immediately had a bad feeling. When the power was restored, there was no trace of Yuan Jun, and the spring chair under his butt was gone. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he wanted to curse.

"What a bunch of shit this dog is..."

Zheng Tong and the others were not pushovers. Seeing this, they directly shoveled the remaining food on the plates into their mouths, stood up, and said vaguely:

"Yuemin, what are you still standing there for? That bastard Yuan Jun actually dared to take the chair away. If we don't leave now, we won't be able to escape."

He bent over and slipped out from the side.

Zhong Yuemin was helpless. Damn it, he took out 30 yuan from his pocket and put it on the table before he had even taken two bites of the food. A Western meal and a chair should be enough, and then he left quickly.

Zheng Tong and his companions took advantage of the power outage to slip away, and Zhong Yuemin paid the money. This series of actions was seen by Zhou Xiaobai from a distance. He thought that this tall boy who pretended to be his cousin was interesting. He even paid the money after running away. His impression of this little hooligan improved a little, but only a little.

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Three days later, the grain seeds sown in the space had begun to sprout, and the wasteland had become green. It looked full of vitality and color, no longer so monotonous. Zhong Yuemin was excited. According to the current growth rate, the entire cycle of rice and wheat from germination to maturity can be shortened by nearly half, or even shorter. It might be possible to harvest a crop in a month. It should be the same for other crops, including poultry and animals. Now that they have made a fortune, with space and fairy springs, it would be difficult for them to become paupers.

It was a little after six in the afternoon. The days were short in winter and it was already dark. Zhong Yuemin was wearing a black coat and cotton trousers with many patches on them. He was wearing a sheepskin hat and a scarf that covered half of his face. He appeared in a pigeon market (black market) near Deshengmen. In the era of planned economy, materials were in short supply and everyone had urgent needs. It was impossible to get them all through formal channels, so this kind of underground market came into being. There were quite a few such markets in Beijing. He knew of five or six of them. After all, it was an illegal transaction and shameful, so he naturally could not come here openly. He played guerrilla warfare with the Speculation Office. You were off work and he was on work, focusing on a seamless connection. Moreover, the market was open at night, so even if he was discovered by the Speculation Office, he could escape under the cover of darkness.

Zhong Yuemin was strolling in the market at the moment. There were many people there, but it was quiet. Everyone was dressed similarly to him and covered themselves tightly for fear of being recognized. They looked furtive, just like someone stealing landmines in a village.

Zhong Yuemin came to a chicken vendor and asked, "Can these hens lay eggs?"

"Why not? Sometimes I can get two a day!"

The woman with a scarf on her head said:

"Brother, it's worth buying these hens from me. You can eat eggs every day after buying them. If my husband wasn't sick and needed money for treatment, I would never sell them."

Zhong Yuemin lifted a few hens, which seemed strangely heavy. "This one must be over three pounds, right?"

"Yes, if you want it, it's 2 yuan each. Isn't that a fair price? I won't rip you off!"

"Fine!"

Zhong Yuemin paid, "I want all three."

"Hey, good!"

After getting three hens, I found a deserted place and put them directly into the chicken coop in the space. I threw some cabbage leaves in it, and the three hens immediately went to peck at the food. Then I continued to walk around, bought a few ducks, and collected two piglets, and put them all into the space. I got a lot, and it was almost time, so I prepared to go back.

"Hey, big brother!"

Someone called him from behind. Zhong Yuemin turned around and saw a man, who was wrapped up as tightly as he was. However, judging by his voice, he should be older, definitely in his forties. The man said:

"Are you looking for wild boar? I just heard you talking to the vendor."

Zhong Yuemin nodded, "Why, you have it?"

The middle-aged man said:

"I don't have one right now, but I can catch one for you. There's a mountain across from my house, with tall trees and lush forests. There are a lot of wild boars there, some as big as three or four hundred kilograms."

"I want a living one. Can you catch it?"

"no problem!"

The middle-aged man said:

"Give me three days and I'll reply to you in three days, right here, at this time. What do you think?"

"can!"