Chapter 96 Butterfly Lovers (1) In the dark night, there is a fire. As soon as Qin Huai entered his memory, he felt like he had arrived at a crime scene. He stood outside the warehouse, where a raging fire was burning, and screams could be heard from time to time. Next to him was a handsome man wearing a slim long coat and a standard Western-style rich man's attire from a TV series of the Republic of China. Yes, handsome. A handsome guy in the traditional sense. With a high nose, regular facial features, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, even if he couldn't play a handsome leading male lead in a TV series, he could at least be an affectionate second leading actor. Coupled with the box of blood-stained gold bars, jewelry and oceans in front of him that were dazzlingly reflected by the firelight, the scene now looked very much like— crime scene. How does this look like? This is simply a crime scene!
Qin Huai stared at the handsome guy in front of him dumbfounded, and he could vaguely see the shadow of the older version of Luo Jun in his eyebrows. No, why didn’t the synopsis say a word about such a wonderful scene? Didn't Luo Jun say that he robbed several bandits? Now this scene… Qin Huai looked at the burning warehouse, looked at Luo Jun who was counting the jewelry and gold bars in the box, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood off the jewelry. The ones in the warehouse didn't look like bandits, but Luo Jun looked more like a gangster. Does the primitive accumulation of capital all rely on robbery? After Luo Jun finished counting, he closed the box happily. Seeing no one around, he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, put it to his lips and blew it gently. The cigarette was lit. Luo Jun calmly finished a cigarette under the firelight, flicked the ashes, and left gracefully with the suitcase. After walking for a while, Luo Jun walked to the dock. There were several rickshaw drivers on the roadside, curled up next to the rickshaw, sleeping and taking a nap. Luo Jun casually walked up to a rickshaw driver who looked stronger and ran faster, and touched him with his box. The rickshaw driver opened his eyes immediately. Before he could react, a smile appeared on his face. He stood up quickly and said, "Sir, where are you going?" Then the rickshaw driver turned around and found that there seemed to be a fire not far away. "Richard Hotel." Luo Jun threw a small foreign currency to the rickshaw driver. The rickshaw driver happily accepted it and started running hard after Luo Jun got in the car. Fast and stable, very professional. Qin Huai was running behind. He had the experience of the first dryland marathon. Qin Huai said he accepted this long-distance race well. After arriving at the door of the hotel, Luo Jun threw another small foreign currency to the rickshaw driver. He was so happy that the rickshaw driver repeatedly said auspicious words. Luo Jun walked straight into the hotel. Both the receptionist and the staff greeted Luo Jun very skillfully. It was obvious at first glance that he was a regular guest. Qin Huai followed behind and looked at the interior decoration of the hotel in wonder. Being a gangster is good, it makes you rich. This was eighty or ninety years ago. In the cold weather at night, the rickshaw drivers could only wear short coats of unknown color that were so dirty that they were soaked with starch.
Not to mention what Luo Jun is wearing, it almost catches up with the costume configuration of the male protagonist in the TV series. The hotel I stayed in was brightly lit, Western style, with wool carpets, and even the stone pillars beside the hotel entrance were carved with patterns. There is even an elevator in the hotel. If the inner city and the outer city of Peiping are two different worlds in Chen Huihong's memory, then the hotel and the outside are completely different eras in Luo Jun's memory. Luo Jun was walking in the corridor carrying the box. The corridor is covered with thick wool carpet, which is not only comfortable to step on, but also makes no sound when walking. The door of a room was half open, and the sound of mahjong clattering could be heard from inside. At the door of the room, there was a middle-aged man with a big belly and a long robe, holding a pipe and puffing away smoke. When he saw Luo Jun, he greeted Luo Jun warmly. "Mr. Luo, are you coming to play mahjong? Lao Huang is in a hurry to go back to see his newly married eighth concubine. He has to go back to Suzhou at 12 o'clock without any excuse. We are short of three and one of us. " "No fight, I have to watch a show tomorrow." Someone inside shouted: "That's also a show in the evening. Let's play until 5 o'clock and eat a plate of fried pancakes to rest without delaying the show." "What do you know? Mr. Luo wants to see Butterfly Lovers. That theater troupe opens at 2 ., do you think it's one of those theaters that only open at night?" "Where did the troupe come from? It started so early." "I don't know. It seems that some rural place became famous for singing Butterfly Lovers. Mr. Luo loved listening to it and went there for several days in a row." The person puffing at the door did not join the chat inside, and asked Luo Jun with a smile: "Mr. Luo, have you heard about the new mechanism drama in the Shi family class? I heard that there is also Feitian, do you want me to help you with it?" A good location?” Luo Jun became interested and nodded slightly: "It sounds interesting." "I know you like it. Who among us in Shanghai doesn't know that you like going to the theater, listening to music, watching movies, and reading newspapers the most. You really deserve to be someone who came back from studying abroad. You are different from us who play mahjong all night long." "I won't delay you anymore. I have to find another one for the three missing ones. By the way, I heard that a small gang offended you some time ago and blackmailed you. You..." "Solved." Luo Junyun said calmly. "I heard that the people behind that gang are..." "Solved together." Under the surprised eyes of the middle-aged man, Luo Jun carried the box and continued walking forward. The middle-aged man quickly closed the door, closing the door softly and slowly. Luo Jun's room is right in front. The room is large and the decoration is luxurious. Every item in the room looked valuable, even the candlesticks were gilded, and there was even a flush toilet, which made Qin Huai wonder. Of course, what's even more amazing is that the room is full of newspapers. The newspapers are stacked on top of each other and arranged neatly, with the one on top being from that day. Qin Huai took a quick glance and found that it was not a serious newspaper. There is no current affairs, no trolling, no finance, it’s all fiction. The contents of the newspapers that Qin Huai could see were all serialized novels. Luo Jun put the box away, picked up a newspaper from the table, and read it with interest. He even read novels about cultivating immortals in Shushan. He not only read it, but also wrote a letter to the author to send to the newspaper.
Qin Huai:… No wonder Luo Jun was able to live for ninety-two years in his first life. In addition to his high level of force, he could work as a gangster to ensure his quality of life. His hobbies were also very stable. In the 1980s and 1990s, I liked reading novels about cultivating immortals, and in the 1980s and 1990s, I like to watch fairy tale dramas. After writing the letter, Luo Jun turned off the lights and closed the curtains to sleep. Qin Huai glanced at the clock on the wall. It was just past 11 o'clock, and his work and rest schedule was much healthier than Luo Jun's now. Luo Jun's schedule here is very healthy, but the schedules in the next few rooms are very poor. The lights were bright, noisy, mahjong tiles collided, smoke was puffed up, and some scenes that could not be broadcast were added. It was noisy until dawn before resting. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as drunken and dreamy. Luo Jun woke up at around 6 o'clock. The hotel waiter had been waiting at the door for a long time, holding a stack of newspapers and not forgetting to ask Luo Jun if he wanted to call an errand to buy breakfast. Luo Jun handed the letter to the waiter, specifying a store's porridge, side dishes and steamed buns, and the waiter went to work. Luo Jun lay comfortably on the sofa in the room and read the novel. Qin Huai:… No, what troubles can there be in this carefree life? Are you here to escape the tribulation? You are here for a vacation. Do you know what Chen Huihong is living next door? (End of chapter)