The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 339

With all that hustle, the time had already reached noon. Zheng Ergou pulled up his pants, gave all the money on him to Tian’er in exchange for a kiss from her.

As Tian’er saw Zheng Ergou out, the woman who had been brushing her teeth was already dressed and luring clients at the doorway. She didn’t utter a word when she saw Zheng Ergou leave but her mouth curled into a profound and knowing smile.

Zheng Ergou glared, "Laugh at your mother’s pussy laugh! I’ll fucking smash you to death with money! Hmph!"

Watching Zheng Ergou walk away, the smirk on Tian’er’s face instantly turned into disdain, "Tsk, screwing me and trying to win my heart? Dream on! Not unless you drop a million!"

"Oh, just a moment ago you were rolling in the sheets, and now you’re spitting venom, that’s not cool at all." The woman beckoning clients spoke with a Yin-Yang tone, while her eyes roamed over Tian’er in her pajamas.

"I do what I want, you want to but can’t. I enjoy it, what’s it to you? I’m just wondering who was dumb enough to get played and even give money away, now left with nothing but instant noodles and Dabao skincare."

"Hmph, still better than being two-faced like you."

"Sure, you’re the strong one, you’re so strong, not even five men can satisfy you in one night!"

"You... Slut!"

"Being slutty is good, without it, who’d pay, huh!"

"Bitch!"

"Oh, got angry, haha!"

Tian’er exaggeratedly twisted her hips and fluttered the door curtain as she walked back into the house.

Humph, a million, even one cent stuffed in your hole would be too much!

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After leaving the hair salon, Zheng Ergou thought things through and became even more convinced that he had to get the money. The massive stash from five years ago was supposed to be shared, but the boss hid it all to himself. Although his reasons sounded legit, five years had passed - the heat and the hazards have dissipated. Not sharing the money now clearly showed he wanted to keep it all to himself.

Without money, he would always just be a petty thug, even having to either leave an IOU or dine-and-dash to treat his subordinates to a meal. Although these two methods wouldn’t cause any trouble, they would, in the long run, make others look down on him. They’re not fools; everyone has fists, many can brawl, so why should they follow him? They followed because he was generous and upheld brotherhood, but ultimately, it was about money. Without it, no one would willingly be part of his gang.

Somehow, he had to get his hands on that money. But how to do that would require some serious pondering. He knew very well what kind of person Dazhi was; would anyone giving away smuggled diamonds as a present to his dad be a good guy? Bullshit!

Thinking as he walked, various faces flickered through his mind like a carousel, and then he stopped, "Right, how could I forget that kid!"

Thinking of the person he planned to meet, Zheng Ergou’s smile returned. Just had a good release in bed, and now a brilliant idea had struck him – suddenly, life seemed so sweet, as if heaven was deliberately showing him the path. He turned around and headed toward another alley.

There were many messy alleys inside, but many looked the same; some so narrow only one person could squeeze through, but then it would open up to another street. After worming his way around, Zheng Ergou came back to Erwanzi Street, didn’t even go home, took a detour, and went down another road.

The door was open; he walked straight in.

"Is Chuanzi here?"

No response.

"Chuan? Chuanzi!" Zheng Ergou rapped his knuckles against the glass in the southern room, "Chuanzi! Chuan, you there?"

The curtain was fluttered open; sleepy eyes peered out, "Who is it?"

"Me. Your Brother Gou."

Ergou finally realized it was Zheng Ergou looking for him.

"Brother Gou, what’s up?"

Zheng Ergou looked around. He knew that Ye Tian was inside the yard, so he didn’t dare to speak loudly, "Get up, let’s go outside to talk."

Chuanzi shook his head, "I just got some sleep."

Knowing he was a night owl, Zheng Ergou waved his hand, "Then open the door, I’ll come in to talk."

Wrapping himself in his coat and adjusting the dogskin hat on his head, Zheng Ergou waited for Chuanzi to open the door. Used to the cleanliness at home, he really couldn’t stand the mess in this cluttered courtyard, and the stench wafting from the toilet in the northwest corner almost made him vomit.

"Come in, bro."

With a sniffle, Zheng Ergou walked in. However, the situation inside the room wasn’t much better than outside. A strong smell of stinky feet hit him, with socks and stinky shoes littered all over the floor, along with a pile of yellowing toilet paper.

"Bro, have a seat."

"Alright, alright, stop fussing, I just have a few words to say."

Watching Chuanzi shakily clear off the dirty clothes from the chair, Zheng Ergou felt a twinge of pity.

Chuanzi returned to the kang bed, wrapped himself in a blanket, and crouched at the edge of the bed, "Bro, what did you want to see me for?"

There was a patch of something yellow on the chair, and who knows what it was, but Zheng Ergou decided against sitting down and just stood to the side with his arms crossed, "What have you been up to recently?"

"What can I be up to? People call me a vagrant."

"Bullshit, you can’t be counted as a vagrant. At the very least, you’re a hooligan."

Chuan laughed out loud, revealing his yellow-stained teeth.

"Chuan, bro has a job he needs help with, are you in?" Ergou pulled out a Furongwang cigarette and handed it to him. He initially considered pulling out a Red Diamond, but then decided against it.

Chuanzi took it, glanced at the logo at the end of the cigarette with a half-seen look, then perked up a bit. Ergou lit the cigarette for him, and Chuanzi was pleasantly surprised, "Bro, you struck it rich?"

Zheng Ergou was very pleased with Chuanzi’s expression at that moment and also satisfied with the question he asked, "Do you want to join me on this job?" novelbuddy.cσ๓

"Yes!"

"Heh, good lad, I wasn’t wrong about you. Tell me, have you lost your touch?"

"How could I lose skills that put food on the table."

Chuanzi’s skill was thievery. It was a discipline that required daily practice to maintain, or it would fade. A slip-up would mean getting caught, and the consequence of that was potentially a severed hand. The basin of iron sand in his room was for practice. He would stir-fry the sand until hot, then pick out slippery soap chips. This skill tested nerves and meticulosity; it wasn’t something just anyone could do.

"That’s what I like to hear."

Chuanzi leaned forward, "Then you gotta tell me, what’s the job?"

Zheng Ergou glared, "Brother Gou would cheat you or what!"

"Bro, I didn’t mean that. I just wanted to ask, what’s the lucrative job exactly? You’re not saying anything, and I’m left hanging, you know."

Zheng Ergou smacked his lips, a thick cloud of smoke enveloping his head.