The Road to Slaying God

"Ah... not bad... really good..."

"Well, that's the set, miss, please cut off the trademark for me." To Zhang Yang's surprise, the old man's speech was no longer old-fashioned, and he became polite, giving off a refined air.

"Okay okay."

The foreman was overwhelmed, and hurried to the bar to get a pair of scissors to remove all the visible trademarks on the suit. At this time, the foreman did not dare to underestimate this old man. The clothes were all matched by the old man himself. From here on It can be seen that the old man's taste is very average. Most importantly, this old man is definitely not a country bumpkin. It can be seen from his request to cut off the logo immediately. He is not the kind of person who wants to hang the logo on his forehead after buying a brand of clothes upstart……

"Uncle Li, I feel weird..." Zhang Yang couldn't help but said after the two came out of the specialty store.

"What changed?" The old man walked slowly, with a warm smile on his face.

"I remember you...ahem...you were rude..."

The old man was kind-hearted, sighed, and walked slowly on the pedestrian street with his hands behind his hands, giving Zhang Yang the illusion that this is still the scrawny old man in the bookstore who wears shorts and vest all day long? This is obviously a successful person with a successful career!

"Okay, let me talk about it today. Since you asked me to change clothes, something very important must have happened. It means that you have also noticed the importance of clothing, so let me teach you a lesson by the way... Many people say that clothes match people, but I think that people match clothes. For example, I lie on a couch all day in a bookstore, and I come into contact with either pancake sellers or vegetable buyers. You can’t ask me to Talk to them politely, right? Of course, it’s not that they look down on them. If you’re polite to a butcher all day long, people will treat you as a psychopath. At least, they won’t let you blend in with them circle of..."

"Oh..." Zhang Yang nodded thoughtfully.

"I'm in a bookstore. I'm just a bad old man. I wear shorts and a vest, I eat fast food box lunches, and I've been in contact with the upper class. Therefore, being rude and unkempt is justified. I have to match my identity and the clothes I wear. !"

"Now, I'm wearing a brand-name suit. There may be a very important thing waiting for me. Naturally, I have to be worthy of this suit. Wearing a dragon robe is not like a prince, it's better to wear pants and a vest."

"Zhang Yang, our fate is over. We will go to Africa in a short time. I don't know if I will come back. You are the first genius who has excited me in so many years. I can't predict your future, but I can be sure. As long as you don't die, your achievements will make me, a third-rate killer, feel the honor of knowing you..."

There was a fever on Zhang Yang's face, and it was the first time someone praised him like this, which made him deeply ashamed. Zhang Yang has no great ambitions, and he doesn't want to live the kind of life in the rivers and lakes where dancing on the edge of a knife. He just wants to find a woman he likes and live happily for the rest of his life.

"I am a killer. What is a killer? A killer hides in a dark corner and shoots deadly bullets. This is a killer. As a qualified killer, the first thing you need to do is how to hide your whereabouts and how to disappear in the slow Slow crowd, then, it must be done, you can become anyone among the crowd, rich, playboy, high-ranking officials, ordinary people, even beggars... If you want people to forget you, no Knowing you, but being unable to find you, then you have succeeded, and you have become a qualified killer!" There seemed to be a hint of disappointment on the old man's face.

"I don't want to be a killer..." Zhang Yang muttered in a low voice.

"Hehe, I don't want to be a killer, salesman? Scientist? Literary? Or a high-ranking official? Which of these can't be separated from what I just said, many things are interlinked. When you sell, you naturally talk to people, hell To be honest, if you write, you also need a wealth of experience and knowledge. If you don’t have it, whatever you write, the things you write will be weak. Life is the real source of writing. Get, superior, fickle..."

"Superior, fickle..." Zhang Yang stared blankly at the old man walking slowly with his hands behind his back, and couldn't help but jump in his heart, as if these words resonated with his thoughts in his memory.

"Hehe, these words are only aimed at surnames. When you reach the level of invincibility, you will speak your mind. The superior person I am talking about is not a real superior person. A real superior person, with a wave of his hand, tens of thousands of people will do it for him." They are the ones who follow, the real superiors, with a wave of their hands, let the whole world cheer for him. "

"Is there such a person?" Zhang Yang couldn't help feeling a little longing.

"Hehe, yes, in history, there is Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, who is invincible in military power. Zhuge Liang is invincible in literature. Millions of armored soldiers are wiped out while talking and laughing. On the empty city, drinking and playing music, retreating all armored soldiers. They rely on force alone. One relies on courage, of course, there is still a certain gap between this and a real superior." The old man turned back and smiled.

"Ah... isn't this the real superior?" Zhang Yang was dumbfounded. Among the historical figures he admired most happened to be Xiang Yu and Zhuge Liang. Unexpectedly, in the eyes of the old man, they were not considered to be the real superiors.

"The overlord of Chu used force, and Zhuge Liang used tricks, but they all have a common shortcoming, that is, they are not kings, the real superiors must be kings, no one can restrain them, no one controls them, they turn their hands into clouds , They are not only admired, but also feared!"

"Who is there?"

"Hehe, when it comes to high-ranking people, there are too many. The founding emperor Yanjing in history is considered a high-ranking person. I won't say much here. I will just say a modern one, a modern one, and the modern one is ours. The first leader of New China, without him, there would be no New China. Of course, there are still great disputes about his merits and demerits, but it does not affect his evaluation as a superior. Throughout the long history of China, Who has his great talent? Swallow mountains and rivers like him?"

"That's that... pity Qin Huang Han Wu, a little less literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, a little less elegant. A generation of arrogance, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend a bow and shoot a big eagle... The long road of Xiongguan is like iron, and now it is over from the beginning! There's a saying, um, now that I think about it, it's advisable to chase the poor with the remaining courage, not to learn from the overlord. They're all good sentences..."

"Hahaha, children can be taught! Well, another modern person will tell you next time, by the way, why do you want me to change clothes?" The old man changed the subject and asked suddenly.

"Ah... woo... Damn old man, I almost forgot when I heard you flickering, hurry up, it's too bad, I can't make it in two hours..." Zhang Yang suddenly remembered that there were still people waiting in the hotel, Immediately panicked, he walked a few steps and jumped to the entrance of the street to hail a taxi, just as a car stopped.