I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

Jiang Yeming, who was sitting in the dirty and messy residence, had another problem.

He couldn't help talking to himself: "What about the bodies of these identities?"

Having done the virtual reality game of the plane, he doubts in his heart that those bodies may be sealed up, and some false memories will be injected after the players leave and then continue to live.

But this is not important anymore, Jiang Yeming's detective life in Chinatown has officially begun.

He took out his wallet and looked at it. It was empty, but he didn't show an expression of annoyance, and walked out of his small house with a free and easy smile.

As soon as I left the snail house, I met the neighbors who lived in the four-story dormitory and greeted me.

The lady in the restaurant on the left joked in Hokkien: "Detective Guo, have you gone out to take on the case again?! Work hard, and you will be N0.1 in the detective world in Madrid from now on."

The neighbor on the right, the courier boy who was brushing his teeth spit out foamy water, and said in Northeast dialect: "Sister Li, you are so good at talking, you are the number one in the detective world, he can't even speak Spanish, and you are just dreaming about it."

Originally, at this time, the detective named Guo Tian would pretend not to hear and walk downstairs quickly.

But now Jiang Yeming, who took over Guo Tian's identity, stopped, turned around, and replied confidently and calmly in Spanish: "Gracias, estoy muy seguro de ser campeón."

After speaking, he performed a bullfighting etiquette in a chic way, and then went downstairs with cheerful steps.

The restaurant aunt was frightened, and dropped the spatula on the ground by mistake, muttering to herself: "Is this still Guo Tian? My mother is also, isn't it a ghost?"

The boy from Northeast Express opened his mouth wide, and forgot to clear the foam around his mouth. He replied, "Probably yes, and he is a local ghost in Spain. I heard his accent is exactly the same as that group of foreigners."

Jiang Yeming didn't care about the discussions of the two people upstairs, he didn't even worry about causing others to doubt his identity because of this, Guo Tian was already so miserable that he was afraid of a hammer.

The first thing he has to do now is not to take any case, but to get money, take a bath, change his outfit, get a haircut, and then have a good meal.

To do this he had to secure a substantial sum of money, for which he wandered the streets looking for opportunities.

On the crowded street, Jiang Yeming, covered in shabby clothes and disheveled hair, kept pedestrians dodging, but he didn't care to look around.

This Chinatown is very prosperous, besides the Chinese, there are more foreigners visiting and spending.

Because of this, there are also some promotional activities that do not match Chinatown and choose to hold them here.

Jiang Yeming was attracted by one of the activities. On the high platform in front of him, a bald middle-aged man held a microphone and shouted loudly in Spanish: "Tomorrow, the Madrid Bullring will start a new competition. Everyone is welcome to come and watch. In addition, we will select an amateur bullfighter here, and he can compete with our best bullfighter."

In Jiang Yeming's memory.

Bullfighting is a cultural performance with national characteristics in Spain. The bald middle-aged bullring in Madrid is a circular building in the style of an ancient Roman theater. The outer wall is painted bright red, which not only symbolizes the red cloak in the hands of the warriors, but also arouses the blood of the audience.

Jiang Yeming was not because of these in the past, what he valued was the generous rewards after being selected as a bullfight challenger.

He asked in pure Spanish: "As long as you are selected, you can get [-] pesetas, and if you succeed in the challenge, you can get [-] pesetas?"

In this era, the exchange rate between the Spanish currency peseta and the euro is 11 to 1, and 900 pesetas are almost [-] euros. If the challenge is successful, you can get another [-] pesetas. Jiang Yeming's needs can be met in an instant.

The bald middle-aged man nodded very positively, but replied with a bit of arrogance: "You are right, but not everyone can pass the test, are you sure you want to try?"

Jiang Yeming followed what the bald fat man pointed at, and it turned out!

It turned out to be a bullfighting machine, a cowboy bullfighting machine from the west of the beautiful country.

This bullfighting machine is different from the Spanish bullfighting. A person sits on the bull model and is considered successful if he does not get thrown off after numerous bumps.

At this time, a tourist was being selected on the bullfighting machine. The bullfighting machine, which had been adjusted to a very high vibration level, swayed wildly and threw the tourist off after a while.

No wonder the bald middle-aged man has been yelling for so long and no one has successfully challenged it. Even professional cowboys may not be able to control such crazy swings.

The audience in the audience shouted angrily:
"Liars, they just want us to buy tickets to watch, but don't give any rewards."

"I checked on the Internet, and the bullfight held by this company is the most stingy, and scandals are often exposed by the media."

"Don't look at it, everyone, it's impossible for someone to pass this bullfighting machine."

Just when the onlookers were discussing, Jiang Yeming stepped up to the publicity platform, and he smiled and said, "I want to sign up for the selection."

The balding middle-aged man was criticized by the audience. Zhengchou had no way to divert everyone's attention, so he simply said loudly: "Look, everyone, this Asian is ready to challenge. Do you think he will be thrown out in a few seconds?"

These words just happened to attract the audience, not only the tourists wanted to see it, but also some Chinese from the merchants in the surrounding Chinatown came over.

These Chinese were a little angry when they heard the insulting words of the bald middle-aged man, and some of them who knew Guo Tian shouted: "Guo Tian, ​​if you can win, you can compete, if you can't, come down, don't embarrass us."

Jiang Yeming smiled. It's just a toy cow. Forget it. He is a man who has ridden monsters and cosmic dragons.

Dressed in shabby clothes and tousled hair, the Chinatown detective strode over with a confident smile and got into the bullfighting machine.

It started, the bald middle-aged man pressed the switch, feeling excited, wondering how long this Chinese homeless man could last.

Unfortunately, his malicious speculation failed. Jiang Yeming lay on the back of the bull and remained motionless, no matter how the bullfighting machine swung, he would not fall off.

Someone can pass the level? !The balding middle-aged man absolutely disagreed. He stretched out his hand and pressed the plus sign on the controller switch. This is the power boost button, and it will increase continuously if you keep pressing it.

Soon, the bullfighting machine, which had already been upgraded to the highest level, began to shake like crazy. This posture was more violent than a real mad bull.

But even so, Jiang Yeming still lay on the bull's back, and he just used a gecko skill to handle all this easily.

There was a sound, and a series of sparks burst out from the base of the bullfighting machine, and they were short-circuited because they were too violent.

The balding middle-aged man wanted to argue, but his colleague snatched the microphone and announced: "Congratulations to this gentleman for qualifying. He will participate in the bullfight at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon. This is the identity registration form. Please fill in your information. In addition, here is your [-] pesetas bonus."