After the rain, the old lanes of Nancheng are damp and slightly cool.
Shen Wu moved a bamboo chair and sat at the door of the teahouse. He was dressed in simple plain clothes, holding half an unlit cigarette between his fingertips. His eyebrows were lazy, and he looked like an idle person with nothing to do.
In the whole old street, no one thought he was a person.
In his early thirties, he had no car or house. He stayed in a shabby teahouse and sunbathed in a daze. Neighbors talked privately, saying that this man would be like this in his life and die in the market.
Several brand new luxury cars suddenly stopped at the entrance of the alley, their engines roaring, breaking the silence of the old street.
Several well-dressed second-generation rich people pushed open the door and got out of the car, blocking the entire passage in an arrogant and domineering manner.
"Is this shabby alley worthy of a store? It's blocking our way. Move it quickly."
The leading young man glanced at Shen Wu, who was sitting still, and sneered: "You're young and don't work, and you're just waiting to die? You're a loser."
Passers-by all around bowed their heads, and no one dared to say anything.
And Shen Wu, who had always been silent, finally raised his eyes.
His eyes were light, but so cold that it chilled people's hearts.
At this moment, the luxury cars on the entire street in the distance suddenly stopped. A big shot, who was in charge of half of the business in Nancheng, walked quickly in the rain. In everyone's shocked eyes, he bowed deeply to the young man in front of the shabby teahouse.
"Fifth Master, I'm sorry, I'm late."
The whole city was shocked.
No one knows——
These idle people are the only life of this city.
Purpose: Holding the thunder in hand, I am still willing to protect the ordinary fireworks in the city
