Chapter 5 To become a hen that lays golden eggs

Author: Yuer Xiaoxiao

Chapter 5 To become a hen that lays golden eggs

There was never a moment when Chen Ping believed that one day he would become extremely powerful and be able to control his own destiny and no longer be manipulated by others.

However, distant water cannot extinguish nearby fire.

Maybe it will be very powerful in the future.

Today's physical fitness does not allow him to perform some extreme operations.

It doesn't take too many people, just one or two tough guys, a few gangsters with knives and guns in their hands, and they can fight guerrillas from a distance, and you can probably put him in a dilemma.

Taking one more look at his injured and broken right leg, Chen Ping shook his head.

'Fighting hard is the last resort.'

'You must be smart and not reckless.'

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully thought about how to break the situation.

The wealth that his past life experience gave him was not just the knowledge he learned or the martial arts he learned, but more importantly, the way he handled certain things.

The formation of human character is in those unforgettable memories.

In his sophomore year, he was young, vigorous and high-spirited. When he was giving advice on Jiang Shan's passionate writings, of course, he would inevitably have some longing for the opposite sex.

I also have a female classmate with whom I get along very well and look forward to each other's future.

At that time, love was just beginning...

Nothing has happened yet.

While traveling during the summer vacation, a female classmate disappeared unexpectedly.

After he learned the news, he immediately red-eyed, asked around, and followed it like crazy.

Finally, they found the group of people who kidnapped and trafficked their female classmates, as well as the small mountain village in the remote mountains.

I found the old bachelor who couldn't marry a wife.

However, I could never find that female classmate again. When we met again, we were already separated from each other.

It was also on that day that he finally understood what the old man said about martial arts and killing techniques...

It turns out that what I have learned is that I can really fight against ten people or a hundred people.

Can eliminate evil in the world and see peace in the world.

After washing off the blood stains on my body and hands...

He did not go back to his hometown or go back to school. He could only buy some daily necessities overnight, cross the vast jungle, and head south, never returning north for the rest of his life.

Do you regret it?

Chen Ping feels that he has never regretted anything.

To be a human being, you have to have some persistence

Although he has no regrets, his past experiences have still had a great impact on Chen Ping. His way of doing things has also undergone some changes. If you want to live well, you must live well. Sometimes, you have to think twice before acting.

Reckless habits are unacceptable.

After all, there is a way to break the situation, although it is not very reliable.

Chen Ping looked at the few beggars with dark eyes, and worked together to pile the corpses of Boss Yan, the tall and thin man, and Dasha into the corner of the collapsed earth temple. Moreover, they were hastily covered with broken bricks and tiles to prevent them from being damaged.

So conspicuous. I have some thoughts in my mind.

"What do you think we should do to prevent Qisetang from pursuing us for killing Boss Yan?"

Chen Ping suddenly asked.

To break the situation, several people must work together and have a unified understanding.

"It's just death. If you're not afraid of death, why should you be afraid of what they will do? Someone is coming to your door. If you don't give up your life, you will kill them to make them scared." Zuo's severed hand squeezed the shorts found from the lanky man's body.

There are iron thorns, and veins appear on the back of the hand.

The little table shrank its head, glanced at Zuo Duanshou timidly, and said quickly: "While the sky is still dark, we can hide around. Qisetang is very strong, and Qingzi Xiangtang's people are not necessarily unified, no

They will definitely look for us carefully. If they hide for a while, they may be safe."

Little Stool's hands were trembling and he didn't speak. He thought it was because he had previously stirred up Xue Yong and beat the tall and thin man to death with a brick, and his mind was greatly shocked and he has not yet completely recovered.

Hua Lian'er hesitated for a while, then frowned and said, "Perhaps, we can find a backer..."

Halfway through the words, he himself shook his head.

When looking for a backer, it depends on whether they want it or not.

People like me are disabled, weak, and worthless, so who can we look for as a supporter?

Chen Ping's smile did not change, his eyes fell on the left hand, and he said softly: "It's not impossible to fight hard, but it's not that time yet. As a pre-selection method, if the end is really reached, it's not impossible."

The bloody nature is commendable, but cannot be attacked.

His voice changed: "As for hiding, just leave it to fate. If you are scattered and caught, you will have no chance of survival at all."

Of course Chen Ping was not talking about himself. He still had the strength to fight. He thought of the little table brothers, especially Hua Lian'er, who looked as weak as chickens... If someone really caught him, he would be in a life and death dilemma. It was inevitable.

.

"As for finding a backer, the idea is right...but when you can't expect others, you have to become a backer yourself." He looked at Hua Lian'er and asked approvingly: "Hua Lian'er, you said that you want to find a backer.

What’s most important?”

"It works." Hua Lian'er said uncertainly.

"Yes, it means it is useful, can be used, and can be beneficial."

Chen Ping said with a smile: "When we cannot protect ourselves, we must first find a place for others to take advantage of... Being able to be used by others is not a bad thing. Only by surviving can we have all possibilities."

“What do we have that others can take advantage of?”

The broken left hand is puzzling.

"Think about it, Boss Yan, what does he want to do when he comes here at night? What is his purpose?"

"Breaking his hands and feet, no, he did it for the sake of making money, to make more money..." Hua Lian'er whispered, and a smile appeared on his face, "Brother Qi, have you found a way to make money? Yes, as long as we show

If we use our own abilities, Deputy Xiangzhu Chang and the others may not kill us to save trouble. After all, it is impossible for him to make money by himself... Someone has to do things. In his eyes, a dead boss Yan is far away.

Far less important than silver."

"That's the truth."

Chen Ping clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, get moving. First, get some money and see which shops around you haven't closed yet. Then go buy some food... Eat and drink enough and cheer up. Stay up all night tonight and learn from me."

Order something.

Whether you can make a lot of money tomorrow depends on whether you learn quickly or not."

After experiencing the explosion of information in his previous life, Chen Ping did have many ways to make money in his mind. However, 99% of the methods could not be used due to his status as a few little beggars.

As a beggar, he has neither capital nor ability. What else can he do except beg for food?

You can't imitate others in robbing and stealing.

This method, let alone whether it is immoral, can you make money? First of all, you must consider whether you will be beaten to death?

So, the only way.

Still begging.

A different kind of begging.

It must not be shouting loudly, "Grandpa, grandma, brothers and sisters, have mercy on me..."

In Chen Ping's view, although the method of taking advantage of other people's sympathy is not useless, it is really not very useful.

Especially in ancient times when living standards were extremely difficult.

If you can't even care about yourself, how can you still have so much compassion?

Besides, those who are truly compassionate and kind-hearted usually don’t live a good life. Most of them are at the bottom of society, and it is not easy to survive.

They don't have any money left to give charity.

Those who live a good life, are rich and powerful, and have a lot of money to give away, are often not kind-hearted and have little sympathy.

Let alone the beggar who has lost his limbs and hands and legs and says something nice, even if he performs suicide in front of them, even frowning is considered too much sympathy.

So, is there any way to earn money from these rich people who have no sympathy?

In his previous life, he had been given the best answer long ago when he was entertaining himself until death.

Tell him that there is such a profession where he can easily make a lot of money.

That is, the entertainment industry.

Giving people happiness and psychological satisfaction is far more likely to make people willing to spend money than to arouse other people's sympathy and compassion.

If a few of us become "hens that lay golden eggs".

Will Qisetang Qingzixiangtang, Deputy Incense Master Chang and the others, kill this hen?

Do you still care about a dead and worthless Boss Yan?

Based on the understanding of human nature, Chen Ping thinks it is unlikely.
Chapter completed!