Bright Era

The next day, snow flakes the size of a child's palm finally fell from the clouded sky, and the city of Berrely was suddenly white.

Early in the morning, Lin Qi sat in the lame shop with his legs folded. At a table in the corner of the tavern, Lin Qi’s feet were raised high on the table, with a pipe made of corn cob in his mouth, while snorting and drinking a choking gin. .

The wine is very good, it is the good wine collected by the cripple, and the good things shipped from overseas are the good wines made by a group of ingenious craftsmanship. The wine is strong and fragrant, and it is not the same as the inferior products sold by the lame to the group of heroes in the dock area.

After opening his mouth and spitting out a few smoke rings, Lin Qi hiccuped and took a sip of wine from the huge copper wine glass, feeling warm and comfortable that he just wanted to sleep. But there was something in his heart, so he raised his spirits, squinted his eyes and looked around in the tavern, hoping to see Jiang Yong and his party from the east last night.

Big Sheep, Big Sheep from the East. Although this group of fat sheep seems to be tigers in sheep's clothing, they are indeed fat and intoxicating. Lin Qi wanted to show some clues from them, first figure out how much net worth they have, and then measure the ratio between their wallets and their strengths, and finally decide whether to attack them.

Although this is the dock area, although it is the site of the lame shop, although the group of weird white-faced young people seems very difficult to deal with. But as long as Jiang Yong's money is attractive enough, Lin Qi will definitely attack them.

"My scream, my scream!" Reached out and touched the wallet at his waist, it had dried up in just one night, like a lemon that had been squeezed out. Lin Qi sighed a little distressed, and started to calculate with his fingers.

As the elder brother of the Iron Fist Brotherhood, there are too many places to spend money. Occupying in the university city of Berrely, the entire university district is its territory, with dozens of core members and hundreds of peripheral brothers. The strength of the Iron Fist Brotherhood ranks among the entire city of Berrely. But Lin Qi is a foreigner after all. He has only operated in Berriley for three years. His foundation is unstable and he does not have a solid financial source. Therefore, Lin Qi's purse is always in a state of dryness.

"Eighteen screaming, golden screaming, just slept with me for one night and disappeared!"

With a depressed sigh, Lin Qi grabbed the wine glass and took another sip. After a heavy puff of smoke, Lin Qi cursed secretly with his fingers. Eighteen gold coins are enough for ordinary people to spend two or three years on a good life, but they bid him farewell in just one night.

what else can we do? Several core members of the Iron Fist Brotherhood, also undergraduates from the Fifth University, drank and fought with students from other schools on the street. As a result, they were captured by the parade dragoons. They only spent eight gold coins for their guarantee fees!

The remaining ten gold coins were used on those peripheral brothers. A while ago, the Iron Fist Brotherhood clashed with hostile forces, and several peripheral thugs had their ribs broken. Medical expenses, nutrition expenses, and settlement expenses all cost money! Ten gold coins flew away from Lin Qi's purse like a lively bird, and now there were only thirty copper coins left in his purse!

"My dream is that the tomb and coffin after my death are made of gold!" With a sigh, Lin Qi smiled bitterly at Enzo who was sitting still, "But now it seems that I am far from my life. The goal is getting farther and farther! Gold, gold, golden gold! Frankly speaking, whether it is the gods in the sky or the demons in the legendary hell, whoever can give me gold, I believe in him!"

Enzo wiped his nose and sneezed vigorously. He glanced at his elder brother with tilted eyes, and heavily spit out bright red saliva. The mixture of betel nut and tobacco smelled pungent, Lin Qi grinned, sniffed, and sneezed.

The two picked up their glasses and touched them. Enzo took a sip and said vaguely, "Boss, your family is rich!"

Lin Qi's complexion was gloomy. He grabbed the corncob pipe and slammed it on the wine table, knocking out the tobacco embers inside. He said with a sullen face: "Yes, my father should be very rich. But that is his money, not mine. My father is physically strong, just like a beast, no 50 or 60 years. It’s impossible for him to leave that money to me!"

With a long sigh, Lin Qi shook his head and said, "Moreover, even if my father unfortunately went to meet the gods, I still have competitors."

Enzo tilted his mouth, stuffing a mass of tobacco and betel nut mixture into his mouth, chewing with big mouthfuls. His gaze swept back and forth on the several maids, a pretentious smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he triumphed at them.

In broad daylight, there were no customers in the lame shop, and several maids stood idly by the wine cabinet. Seeing the handsome and hard-faced Enzo talk to them, they all laughed presumptuously. The maids in the wharf area don't have any chaste women. It is a rare honor for them to attract any opposite **** to be interested in them.

Lin Qi frowned and fell into deep thought.

Although he was only eighteen years old, he began to think about his life and his successes and failures in the past eighteen years. With the help of alcohol, Lin Qi is making a more ambitious life plan for himself-maybe just using gold for tombs and coffins seems too petty, maybe when he is alive, he should live in a palace built of gold?

Disdainfully glanced at Enzo who was in high spirits and was glaring at the maids. Lin Qi said mockingly: "Woman, oh, woman! Enzo, as long as there is a golden scream, what woman do you want? Golden gold, oh, I'd rather let a gold-cast beauty lie on my bed than let these nasty creatures approach me!"

Enzo didn't pay attention to Lin Qi, and for three years, he knew Lin Qi's almost paranoid pursuit of gold. This kind of young little devil, who has no hair, how do you know the benefits of these cute female creatures? Enzo took a deep breath and felt a sudden heat rushing up from his body.

But touching the dilapidated purse at his waist, the air control method taught by the instructor of Enzo Moyun Military Academy, forcibly suppressed this heat.

Looking back at Lin Qi, Enzo said very seriously: "Yes, Boss, I suddenly discovered that the golden woof is indeed cute."

Before Enzo's words were over, the door of the tavern was roughly kicked open. The violent wind swept the heavy snow and rushed in, and a rough, hoarse and unpleasant voice rang out: "The lame man, send someone to find our young master, and the master sent me to send him a letter. Hey, girl, give the uncle a glass of wine! "

Lin Qi was overjoyed when he heard the sound, he jumped up to his feet and shouted in surprise: "Aha, Uncle Hammer, why are you here?"

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