Chapter 1944: I Look So Much Like Zhou Andong

Zhou Andong ate his noodles with slurping sounds while tilting his head to watch a group of chattering young people at the hutong entrance.

At that moment, five patrolling security guards returned, immediately drawing the attention of that group of young people, and their chattering voices softened.

"Luoyong!"

The guard walking ahead quickened his pace and came over.

"Chairman!"

Zhou Andong pursed his lips toward the hutong entrance: "After the New Year, is this situation common?"

"Not just this year." Luoyong said: "Last year was similar too, aside from tourists, most were students. Now it's a bit better, but when university starts in September, there will be even more people, plus many foreigners."

Zhou Andong lifted a noodle to his mouth; he really hadn't noticed such a situation before.

But this can't be blamed on him—he's so busy, away from home all day, running all over the country.

Seeing Zhou Andong's thoughtful expression, Deputy Captain Luoyong instantly grew nervous.

"Chairman, should we send someone to stand guard at the hutong entrance to prohibit tourists from entering?"

Zhou Andong froze, then laughed: "Hutongs are the culture of old Jingcheng, and also places in our country full of historical charm.

Every Chinese person, even foreigners, has the right to learn about them; we certainly can't just fence them off. As long as they don't disturb normal household life or let vehicles drive in, they can freely wander through these hutongs.

Also, isn't there a small convenient door at the east hutong gate? For safety, it can be locked at night and opened during the day to let tourists come and go easily."

"Understood!"

Luoyong nodded and immediately sent someone to fetch the key, opening that small door on the east gate.

Zhou Andong continued slurping his noodles as that group of young men and women took a few photos and walked over.

"Handsome guy, is this your home?"

A girl with a camera around her neck, wearing jeans, youthful and pretty, came up to Zhou Andong and curiously looked at him eating noodles.

Zhou Andong glanced up, and before he could swallow the food in his mouth, he mumbled:

"No, I'm just a cleaner."

The girl blinked her big eyes, looking at Zhou Andong's profile: "Why do I find you so familiar? It feels like I've seen you somewhere."

Zhou Andong raised his head, bared his teeth in a smile: "Take a good look—do I resemble Zhou Andong?"

"Ah!" Another woman exclaimed in surprise: "You really do look like Zhou Andong."

"Right, they all say I look like Zhou Andong."

Zhou Andong felt quite pleased, scraped the last few noodles from Wang Wanli's bowl into his mouth, then raised his hand.

"Want to take a photo with me? Ten dollars each."

"Why aren't you robbing?" a male student snorted: "Even if you look like him, you're not the real Zhou Andong."

"You'll regret it." Zhou Andong raised two fingers: "Earlier, many people wanted photos with me for twenty, but I see you're students, so I gave you a fifty percent discount."

"Tch!" The male student scoffed, pulled the girl with the camera around her neck, and walked away.

"Hey?" Zhou Andong shouted: "Don't go—five dollars, a photo with me for five dollars, this is already the lowest price."

The girl with the camera around her neck stopped, without hesitation said:

"Five dollars, right? No problem."

Zhou Andong looked delighted: "Good, good, good—five dollars, but it can't be any less."

"Rest assured, not a cent less."

The girl pursed her lips in a smile, handed the camera to the boy beside her.

"Help us take a photo."

"Xiaoqian, you're..."

The boy was reluctant, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the girl called Xiaoqian.

"It's only five dollars, not a big deal."

Seeing Xiaoqian somewhat dissatisfied, the boy could only shut his mouth, then gave Zhou Andong a hard stare.

"Hehe..."

Zhou Andong hehe laughed, rubbed his hands: "Money, pay first."

Xiaoqian said nothing, took five dollars from her pocket and handed it over.

Zhou Andong took it, quickly stuffed it into his pocket.

"Done!"

Xiaoqian stood beside Zhou Andong, slightly tilted her head, leaned closer to him, and her face lit up with a radiant smile.

"Click!"

The boy saw Xiaoqian standing so close to Zhou Andong, a surge of acid rose in his stomach, his face changed, but he still pressed the shutter.

"Done!"

Xiaoqian complained: "Take a couple more, just in case they turn out bad?"

The boy moved his back teeth, then took two more photos.

Xiaoqian was now satisfied, took back the camera, and waved at Zhou Andong.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome." Zhou Andong looked at the others: "Anyone else want a photo? Five dollars, miss today and tomorrow the price will rise—you'll regret it too late."

No one paid attention to him; Xiaoqian still wanted to say something, but the boy pulled her away.

After leaving the hutong, the boy complained: "Xiaoqian, I'm not saying five dollars is too much or too little—I just think that person isn't a good guy."

Xiaoqian tilted her head at the boy: "How do you know he isn't a good guy?"

The boy snorted: "Relying on looking a bit like a celebrity to charge for photos, and even asking ten or twenty—could he be a good person?"

Xiaoqian laughed: "If I say, he really is Zhou Andong?"

"How could that be?"

The male student's voice suddenly rose, thinking of that man just now, wearing a sleeveless vest, big underpants and slippers, holding a bowl and squatting at the gate eating noodles, how could he possibly be Zhou Andong?

Xiaoqian's smile turned somewhat sly: "He is Zhou Andong, and that big Sihe Academy must be his home."

A female student asked: "Xiaoqian, how are you so sure he is Zhou Andong?"

"That security guard." Xiaoqian's eyes were bright, very pretty: "You didn't see, he was bending his waist in front of that man, didn't you?"

If he were really just a cleaner, how could the security guard be so respectful to him? And besides, in this world, there are many people who look alike, but looking that much alike, like twins, do you think that's possible?

Upon hearing this, the female student turned to go back, but Xiaoqian grabbed her.

"You don't need to go, he's definitely not at the gate anymore, and as for the courtyard, you can't get in either."

Another female student said regretfully: "I really thought he just looked like Zhou Andong, never imagining he actually is him."

"Exactly!" The woman pulled back said regretfully: "Who could have imagined, Zhou Andong this richest man, would wear a vest and underpants, holding a bowl and squatting at the gate eating noodles?"

"Pfft!" Xiaoqian couldn't help laughing out loud: "Wait a dozen years later, this photo of mine will definitely be worth a lot."

"If that big Sihe Academy really is Zhou Andong's home..."

The female student said, her eyes rolling.

"No problem, just come here to wander around, sooner or later we'll block him. As long as we can get a photo with him, don't say five yuan, fifty is fine too."