Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle
Chapter 113 - 95 Liang Zhu (1)

Chapter 113: Chapter 95 Liang Zhu (1)

Night, a blaze of fire.

As soon as Qin Huai entered the memory, he felt like he had arrived at a crime scene.

He stood outside the warehouse, which was engulfed in flames, occasionally accompanied by harrowing screams. Beside him was a handsome guy dressed in a fitted long robe, with the typical look of a wealthy young master from a Republican-era TV drama.

Yes, a handsome guy.

A handsome guy in the traditional sense.

High nose bridge, well-defined features, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. Even if he couldn’t play the lead handsome guy in a TV drama, he could at least get the role of a deep-hearted second male lead.

Plus, in front of him was a box full of blood-stained gold bars, jewels, and Dayang, highlighted by the firelight, making the current scene very much like—

a crime scene.

This is not just like a crime scene; it is indeed a crime scene!

Qin Huai stared in astonishment at the handsome guy in front of him, vaguely seeing traces of the elderly version of Luo Jun in his brows and eyes.

No, how come such an exciting scene wasn’t mentioned even a bit in the previous summary?

Didn’t Luo Jun say he robbed some mountain bandits?

Now this scene...

Qin Huai looked at the burning warehouse, then at Luo Jun who was counting jewels and gold bars in the box and wiping the blood off the jewels with a cloth from his pocket.

The ones in the warehouse didn’t even look like mountain bandits. On the contrary, Luo Jun seemed more like a fierce bandit.

Is the original accumulation of capital all about robbing?

Luo Jun, after finishing counting, happily closed the box. Seeing no one around, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one, and lightly exhaled over it.

The cigarette was lit. Under the firelight, Luo Jun calmly finished a cigarette, flicked the ashes, and left with the box suavely.

After walking a distance, Luo Jun reached the dock. Several rickshaw drivers were huddled beside their rickshaws, sleeping or dozing off. Luo Jun nonchalantly approached a more robust-looking rickshaw driver, knocked the box against him.

The rickshaw driver immediately opened his eyes, not yet fully aware but already smiling, swiftly getting up: "Sir, where to?"

Then the rickshaw driver turned his head and noticed a fire not too far away.

"Licha Restaurant," Luo Jun tossed a small coin to the rickshaw driver, who happily accepted it, and once Luo Jun got on, he ran energetically.

Fast yet steady, very professional.

Qin Huai ran along behind. With the initial experience of a dryland marathon, this long run was well within Qin Huai’s comfort zone.

Once they reached the hotel entrance, Luo Jun tossed another small coin to the rickshaw driver, delighting him to keep expressing good wishes. Luo Jun walked straight into the hotel, where both the greeters and staff greeted him with familiarity, indicating he was a regular.

Qin Huai followed behind, clicking his tongue in astonishment at the hotel’s interior decoration.

Being a fierce bandit does have its perks, having money.

After all, this was eighty or ninety years ago, when rickshaw drivers at night could only wear clothes whose color was indistinguishable and were so dirty they had developed a patina, dozing beside their rickshaws waiting for patrons.

Luo Jun’s attire was comparable to a TV drama male lead’s wardrobe. The hotel he stayed in was brightly lit, Western-style, with wool carpets, and even the stone pillars by the door were carved with patterns.

The hotel even had an elevator.

While Chen Huihong’s memory painted Beiping’s inner city and outer city as two separate worlds, Luo Jun’s memory showed the hotel and outside as from entirely different eras.

Luo Jun walked with the box along the hallway.

The hallway was covered with thick wool carpets, making footsteps not only feel comfortable but also silent.

The door to one room was half-open, with the clattering sound of mahjong tiles coming from inside. A portly middle-aged man wearing a long robe was smoking leisurely by the door and greeted Luo Jun enthusiastically.

"Mr. Luo, interested in playing mahjong? Old Huang is eager to go back to see his newly married eighth concubine, excusing himself by saying he has to head back to Gusu by noon tomorrow. We’re one short and need a fourth player."

"Not today, I have a show to catch tomorrow."

Someone inside shouted, "But the show is at night. We can play till five, have a plate of pan-fried buns and not miss the show."

"What do you know? Mr. Luo is going to see Liang Zhu. The troupe starts at 2 PM. You think it’s like those theaters that only open at night?"

"What kind of troupe starts this early?"

"Not sure, seems like they’re a rural troupe famous for singing just that one piece, Liang Zhu. Mr. Luo loves it; he’s been going for several days straight."

The man puffing smoke at the door didn’t join in the conversation inside but smiled at Luo Jun, "Mr. Luo, have you heard about the new mechanical play by the Shi family troupe? I’ve heard there’s even flying. Want me to get you a good spot?"

Luo Jun showed interest, nodding slightly, "Sounds interesting."

"I knew you’d like it. Everyone in Shanghai knows the things you enjoy—watching plays, listening to operas, watching films, reading newspapers. Truly different from those of us who stay up all night playing mahjong."

"I won’t hold you up then, we still need a fourth player. By the way, I heard a small gang offended you recently, tried blackmailing you. Did you...?"

"It’s handled," Luo Jun said casually.

"I heard that gang had...?"

"Handled altogether."

Under the stunned gaze of the middle-aged man, Luo Jun continued walking with his box, while the man quickly and gently closed the door.

Luo Jun’s room was just ahead.

The room was spacious and could only be described as luxurious. Everything inside looked valuable, even the candlesticks were gilded, and there was a flush toilet, leaving Qin Huai clicking his tongue in wonder.

Of course, what was more surprising was that the room was full of newspapers.

The newspapers were stacked together, neatly arranged, with the day’s publication on top. Qin Huai glanced at them and found they weren’t serious newspapers.

No politics, no financial news, no mutual criticism, all were novels.

The content of the newspapers that Qin Huai could see was entirely serialized novels.

Luo Jun casually placed the box aside, picked up a newspaper from the table, and started reading with great interest.

He was reading a Shushan immortal cultivation novel.

Not only reading it, but after finishing, he even wrote a letter to the author to be sent to the newspaper office.

Qin Huai: ...

No wonder Luo Jun managed to live to ninety-two in his first life, even overcoming tribulations. Besides having high combat power and being a fierce bandit securing a high quality of life, even his hobbies were very consistent.

Enjoyed reading cultivation novels eighty or ninety years ago; decades later, he enjoyed watching fantasy dramas.

After finishing the letter, Luo Jun turned off the lights and drew the curtains to sleep.

Qin Huai glanced at the clock on the wall, just past 11, with a much healthier routine than the current Luo Jun.

The lifestyle of Luo Jun was very healthy, unlike the neighboring rooms where the lifestyle was chaotic. Bright lights, noisy chatter, clattering mahjong tiles, clouds of smoke, and scenes unsuitable for younger audiences continued until dawn, epitomizing debauchery and excess.

By around 6 AM, Luo Jun was already awake. A hotel attendant had been waiting outside the door for quite some time, holding a stack of newspapers and inquiring if Luo Jun wanted to send someone for breakfast.

Luo Jun handed the letter to the attendant, requesting porridge, side dishes, and buns from a particular shop, and the attendant set off to fulfill the orders.

Luo Jun relaxed back on the sofa in the room, comfortably reading the novel.

Qin Huai: ...

Isn’t it just wonderful to have such an untroubled life?

Are you really here for a tribulation?

You’re practically on vacation! Do you even realize what kind of life Chen Huihong next door is experiencing?

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