The old man meant that it’s okay for us to come and inquire about things, but only if it’s done by Mani.
Last time I helped Ma Dachao withdraw tens of thousands of yuan, just to deal with this situation.
"Brother Yu, why don't you go get it? It's in the passenger armrest box of the car."
The old man had finished smoking his cock, and now his eyes were shining, and he no longer looked like he was about to die just now.
"Young man, don't say that I am obsessed with money. This is a rule, because you are asking questions from behind a wall."
Brother Yu came back a few minutes later and gave me an envelope.
I handed the envelope over and said with a smile: "Uncle, since you can see that I am a Taoist priest, it will be easier for us to communicate. There are three thousand yuan here to ask for travel expenses. Can you order it?"
"No need to order."
He glanced at it and said, "Then I'll charge you the toll, but I can't guarantee whether I can help you."
I nodded: "Just tell me the direction. As for walking, that's our business. First of all, I want to know, what kind of food did you eat back then?"
He thought for three seconds and then said: "I don't know what kind of job you are from in the north, but old man, I have done a lot of things. When I was young, I sang the song "Dang Dang Duan", visited the wild horse's nest, beat the lotus flower, and carried it on my back.
After working as a pear flower drum, I also learned gold writing and writing from others, worked as a hustler, and herded young pigeons. Looking back now, in fact, it was the same then as now. The poor still didn't have enough to eat, and the rich were still rich.
Damn it, if I can survive my entire life and reach this age, I've already earned enough."
I was a little surprised when I heard this. I didn't expect that he had been in so many industries. He was a living fossil in the world. No wonder he and I were so skilled at incisions.
"Shaking the Willow" is the name in the south, while in the north it is generally called "Shaking the Tutou". Su Qin from the Changchun Hui, who carried a sword, did this in the past. He usually wore pigtails and held a fishing drum and bamboo board in his hand.
Shaking his head while telling some humanistic stories related to official history, this is not the same as storytelling. It is not good for those who do not have some real ink and eloquence in their stomachs. For example, Xiao Tuantou got this because he was good at talking about Su Qin carrying a sword.
Jianghu nickname.
The "Wild Horse's Nest" is actually the guard of the "Pheasant's Nest", similar to the kind of pimp who controls young ladies now. No wonder he knows the secret codes of prostitution so well. Don't look at this old man's bad appearance now, I guess he was not less arrogant when he was young.
than women.
As for "Zuijin" and "Jianjin", these are subdivided industries under Kinmen. I have heard from the boss before that there seem to be fifteen types. There are also such things as stacking gold, inserting gold, and magic gold. Among them, Zuijin
It is to train a kind of white-feathered bird to help people tell fortunes by holding fortune-telling sticks in its mouth. In the past, most people from Anhui and Henan did this. As for "Raft Gold", it is also commonly known as "sitting on the ground without saying anything". They do not speak during the whole process and use sealed bags.
Fill in the written questions in advance that the employer wants to ask. Although it is a trick to cheat money without changing the medicine, the knowledge here is very profound. Anyone who can learn it all will be able to make a living even in today's society.
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Of course, this Kinmen must be distinguished from the "Jingmen" in the world. They are different. The former is mainly about cheating money, while the latter is mainly about fortune-telling and capable gentlemen like Uncle Cha.
In addition, he also said that he once beat the lotus flower and carried the pear flower drum on his back. It is easy to understand that he was an opera singer.
As for "letting young doves", I have talked about "letting white doves" before. White doves allude to adult women, and young doves, as the name suggests, refer to young women.
Flying pigeons is similar to the fairy dance, but the play is much more sophisticated than the fairy dance. Women who can be "pigeons" generally have no emotions. They only have their masters in their eyes and only recognize their masters. If the master dies, then the "pigeons"
"Usually they will follow their master. To put it simply, they have been brainwashed.
I used to know a Northeastern white pigeon who is a fellow countryman and he was quite ruthless. I think it is necessary to talk about this matter separately.
This white pigeon from the Northeast is in her thirties. She is pretty and has a good figure. She was introduced by someone and received a gift of 100,000 yuan to marry an honest man in his forties from Hebei. After the marriage, the man loved her very much.
, but three months later, the woman took all the family money and ran away.
The honest man was so angry that he was hospitalized on the spot. Then half a month later, the woman came back again, with injuries all over her body. Her face and arms were bruised and bruised, as if she had been beaten.
The man loudly asked her why she took away the family's money! Why she left without saying goodbye and didn't answer the phone!
This person cried and said: "I'm sorry, husband, I lied to you. In fact, I concealed my marriage history. I had a husband before. He went to the south to work and disappeared for several years. Our whole family thought he died in an accident.
It turned out that he was not dead and came back to see me a few days ago."
"Ugh...I have no relationship with him for a long time. Now I only want to live a good life with my husband, so I told him to separate. He said that it was okay, but he wanted 100,000 cash compensation, and I couldn't help it.
I was afraid that you would be angry if you found out, so I took the family money!"
"I thought about breaking up with him completely so that I could come back and explain to you, but after he took the money, he said it was not enough, ugh... he even beat me. He said he couldn't swallow this, and he said he wanted another 200,000.
Only then are you willing to let us go."
Because the honest man couldn't bear to part with this woman, he gritted his teeth and borrowed money from his seven aunts and eight aunts. He also borrowed tens of thousands more, and finally collected two hundred thousand and gave the money to her. The honest man said that he would create a letter to guarantee that he would not be able to do so in the future.
They are here to harass us two.
Once the documents are established, the money is given.
The next day, the woman ran away again, this time completely. There was no news, and even the police could not find her. She only left a note under the pillow for the honest man.
There were only two words on the note.
"Silly X."
When this man saw the note, he couldn't bear the blow and drank pills to commit suicide. This is true.
I condemn this kind of behavior, but I have no hatred for this kind of "professional white pigeon", because they are professionals and they eat this bowl of rice. Just like I eat the rice of a dead man, I am also despised by others, so five
Laugh at every step, and don't scold each other. The reason why I mentioned this example is to remind some unmarried men today that if one day happiness falls from the sky and you are suddenly attracted by a beautiful woman you don't know, it is the best time to do so.
It's better to wipe your eyes, look in the mirror, and ask yourself if you are worthy, lest you really win the lottery and end up bankrupt.
Having said that, now that I have a basic understanding of the old man’s situation, I frowned and asked him: “There are two more questions. First, who were the more powerful gangs, individuals, or families in Xue Hangkou back then? Second, back then,
In your local area, are there any relatively famous people who make money from dead people?"
After hearing this, he asked me doubtfully: "Make money from the dead? Are you talking about the paper maker or the coffin maker?"
"neither."
I glanced at Brother Yu, who winked at me.
I whispered: "The late moon shines on the stars, people move the earth, ancient tombs are hidden deep underground, the compass points out the path to treasure hunting, the rooster crows and the lantern goes out to divide the gold and silver."
He was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "Find gold from a hillock?"
"That's right." I nodded.
He frowned, stared at me and asked, "Let me guess, old man, are you two captains from the north?"
"We are not. Just because I ask this question does not mean that we are."
Although my words have been made clear, I still will not admit that I am a tomb robber on the stage.
This time he lit a cigarette that he rolled himself.
Taking a deep breath, he said: "The Xuekeng Store on the Xin'an River back then was no less prosperous than the Qiandao Lake Pedestrian Street today. There were tens of thousands of people moving around every day, and the rows were separated by mountains. I'm not sure about your question. I don't know.
There is no way to answer you, but I can answer you the first question."
"Back then, there were four major gangs, three major families, and a big landlord in Xuekou Store. This big landlord was very famous. Have you ever heard of him? His name was Xia Shugen."
"Xia Shugen? Your surname is Xia? Are you from the Xia family in Chun'an now?"
He shook his head: "It seems that you haven't heard of it, and that's right. You are from the north after all. You can ask the old immigrants here who are over 80 years old. They all know about the big landowner Xia Shugen, who was known as the family in his heyday.
He hid ten thousand taels of gold, but during the land reform, he was regarded as a bourgeoisie and was shot dead."
I asked curiously: "Then you know the current Xia family, right? They claim to be descendants of the royal family and live in that big white villa in Xicheng District."
"Haha, descendants of the bullshit royal family. I think it's just the name I gave myself. Xia Shugen was a relative of their Xia family back then. If it hadn't been for a large sum of money secretly handed over, they bourgeoisie who eat human blood steamed buns would have been damned long ago.
Ruined."
I wrote down this person's name and asked: "What else? What do you mean when you said that there were four major gangs and three major clans in Xue Hangkou back then?"
He looked at me, raised his fingers and said: "Listen up, these four major gangs are the Fire Knife Gang, the Wulian Gang, the Four Treasures Gang, and the Black Bear Gang. I am not talented. I once joined the Fire Knife Gang just to make a living.
After a period of time, the gang has thousands of members. On the surface, it controls most of the Xin'an River waterway transportation. But in fact, the people behind the gang are the three major families in Chun'an. These three families are the Hu family, the Zhao family,
And Jiang..."
"Uh...Uh! Uh!"
As soon as he said the word "江", he suddenly reached out and covered his neck! Foaming came out of his throat as if there was phlegm stuck in his throat!
"Jiang what?? Speak clearly!!"
I thought he had some hidden illness, since he is so old.
Just then my ears moved and I vaguely heard footsteps at the door.
"Yunfeng! Be careful!"
Brother Yu suddenly shouted, he instantly kicked the table down, and then pushed me behind the table. Then Brother Yu picked up a chair and slammed it towards the window!
Crackling!
The glass shattered all over the floor, and a dark shadow whose appearance was unclear appeared behind the window. Without hesitation for a second, the shadow held something in its hand and pointed it directly at Brother Yu's head.
Just hear a bang!
"Brother Yu!"
I instantly pulled out my gun from my trouser leg and fired back at the black figure.