There are significantly fewer people in the stock trading center in the afternoon than in the morning, at least there will be no old men and old ladies holding vegetables.

Gu Qingyuan believes that those in that age group are the most suitable customers and are more likely to be fooled.

The most important point is that the elderly have a lot of savings!

After some search, I finally found an old man in a corner.

He pulled the collar that was not fit, stepped on the leather shoes that cost 50 yuan, showed a smile that he thought was very warm, and walked forward strode forward.

The unfit suit looks like a little pony in Hong Kong and Taiwan films!

"Uncle, you are trading stocks!"

The old man glanced at Gu Qingyuan. His legs were not neat and he was still leaning on crutches. This time, he cured the old man's legs.

He walked forward with a crutch, cursing, "Why are the gangsters in the securities company? What does this security guard do for?"

Gu Qingyuan: "?"

In the next period of time...

"Auntie, stock trading."

"Uncle, this stock has risen well."

"Brother, stock trading."

"Sister, I will teach you how to trade stocks."

...

An hour later, two personnel wearing security uniforms mount Gu Qingyuan out of the securities center.

"Brother, how much does it cost per month?"

Gu Qingyuan, who was being held, looked at the security guard on the left with a smile.

“600 hundred months!”

"Do you care about food, accommodation or not!"

"Everything is in charge!"

Gu Qingyuan's eyes lit up. Isn't it so happy to earn wages and manage food and accommodation here, but to develop customers?

The bodyguard in the previous life, the security guard in this life is just a word!

"Can you still recruit people!"

Gu Qingyuan, who was taken out of the securities company, refused to leave, and pulled the security guard just now and asked.

"What? Are you coming?"

“I have this idea.”

"Come here tomorrow morning, there are just a few people who are quitting."

"Brother, your surname is yours, why don't you recommend it to me tomorrow?"

Gu Qingyuan rubbed his hands and looked at the security guard with a smile.

The security guard looked at Gu Qingyuan's hands and kept rubbing them, without any intention of expending cigarettes.

"I still need to recommend myself as a security guard. I will come tomorrow and ask myself."

The security guard glanced at Gu Qingyuan and strode back to the securities company.

"My buddy doesn't have cigarettes, I want to ask you."

After a smile, Gu Qingyuan walked to the place where he lived, took a rest for an afternoon, and went to apply for a security guard tomorrow.

The place where Gu Qingyuan rents a house is located in a small street in a slightly remote area, an hour's drive from the bustling city.

The public security is relatively poor in the streets and alleys mixed with clouds and dragons. There are all kinds of people here. A man who looks honest may be a wanted criminal, and there are also people who commit crimes and go to Hong Kong to commit crimes and smuggle them to Hong Kong every day.

In this environment, Gu Qingyuan was quite adaptable. In his previous life, he had an experience of going abroad with Wu Qianhua. In that dangerous environment, this place was considered a paradise.

At night, it was just dark, and the streets and alleys were just starting to be lively. People who had been busy all day came back at this time.

After buying a box of 2.5 yuan cigarettes, Gu Qingyuan almost choked himself to death as soon as the first sip. "Damn it, some people have faked these 2.5 yuan cigarettes? Is there any profit?"

Looking at the shop owner with a sinister smile, Gu Qingyuan smiled faintly, and without saying anything, he turned around and left directly.

There is no need to make trouble because of these two dollars. The little malnourished gangster squatting on the corner of the shop may be the little ponytail of the shop owner.

Besides, this fake cigarette is not something that cannot be smoked, it is just a choke.

"Ahem!"

After taking a deep breath, Gu Qingyuan coughed, saying that the cigarette was too filthy.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, the more he thought about it, he became more angry, and then turned around and walked to the store owner.

"A box is not enough to pump?"

The boss with a mustache looked at Gu Qingyuan with a smile.

I was afraid that he would not cause trouble, so if he moved himself, he would fall to the ground immediately, and the gangsters on the side came over to extort money.

"Come on, boss, draw one, come here for the first time, make friends!"

Gu Qingyuan was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and the suit on his body was extremely disagreeable with him. He frowned and had a cigarette between his fingers, and handed it to the mustache man.

"ah?"

The man with mustache was puzzled. Didn’t he come to withdraw the cigarette and cause trouble? What’s going on now?

"Pump one!"

Gu Qingyuan increased his voice and looked at the mustache coldly.

In an instant, the mustached man became scared. The tall young man in front of him seemed not easy to mess with.

The originally ridiculed smile disappeared, and the mustached man reached out and took the cigarette that Gu Qingyuan handed over to his hand.

"Come on, let's light a fire for you."

Gu Qingyuan turned on the lighter and lit a cigarette for the beard. After taking a sip of the cigarette, the bearded man started coughing.

In this way, Gu Qingyuan turned around and left after watching the bearded man smoking the cigarette.

"This grandson!" Looking at Gu Qingyuan's tall back, the man with mustache shouted and scolded.

When he walked to the restaurant where he often went to eat, Gu Qingyuan found a small table and sat down.

"Old look?"

The proprietress didn't even come over to greet him, and stood far away and asked Gu Qingyuan.

"Old-looking, big bowl of noodles."

Gu Qingyuan smiled faintly.

After a while, the boss's wife poured some gravy soup on the noodles that had been cooked and brought it up.

"This outfit is pretty good today."

The proprietress smiled and said.

"Yeah?"

Gu Qingyuan smiled, afraid that others would not fit, so he was going to explain that he liked to wear small styles.

"What? Whose boss has he become a slaughter?"

The boss lady approached Gu Qingyuan's ear and asked in a low voice.

Gu Qingyuan: "?"

"Do I look like a horseman?"

Gu Qingyuan asked in disbelief with confusion.

"Ah? Become a little leader?"

"No, I have a serious job, urban white-collar workers, don't they look like me?"

"hehe..."

The boss lady sneered, "They are all white-collar workers with cropped pants in their lower body and black vests in their upper body."

"No, this is the popular Korean version, I like to wear this small type."

Gu Qingyuan explained.

After curling his lips, the proprietress walked away twistingly.

Although there was no food, fortunately the noodles were absolutely powerful. After a few squirts, a large bowl of noodles was in the lower half.

"Boss, come out to entertain me!"

At the small food stall, a group of young people in suits came, which formed a strong contrast with the crowd wearing vests and shorts around.

Having said that, these people's clothes are quite suitable for Gu Qingyuan.
To be continued...