Shen Sanquan was like a headless fly now. Ding Yuan took him there, so he went there and took a rickshaw at the corner of the street. After riding for more than an hour, Ding Yuan stopped and paid. , pointing to a dilapidated wooden house not far from the other side of the river, and said: "Three punches, this will be our future home."
Home! Such a warm word.
This place is close to the river. It is a long river with no end as far as the eye can see. However, the distance between the two sides is not very wide, only about twenty or thirty meters. There are many wooden houses standing in a scattered manner. The sky is bright and clear. It was too dark, so you couldn't see everything around you very clearly, but the lights in the room shone through the holes, showing the popularity of this place.
A wooden bridge led directly to the other side of the river. Shen Sanquan followed Ding Yuan and walked slowly over. The cool breeze from the river blew, giving Shen Sanquan a feeling of familiarity. The night at Nangang Reservoir was different from here. It should be about the same. In the summer, I wandered on the embankment with Xiao Shi, smoking cigarettes and talking. I missed it very much. But at this time, Shen Sanquan can still be in this mood. I'm afraid he is heartless. People.
On the way here, Shen Sanquan heard a lot from Ding Yuan. The street they had just visited was the most chaotic in Taunggyi City. Pornographic art and drug culture competed with each other. Many people were addicted there, and even more Many people died there.
That street has a very appropriate name, Huangquan Street, which is what the local Chinese call it. As for the name of the Burmese, Thai, or Vietnamese, Shen Sanquan doesn't know.
People die every day on Huangquan Street. This is a topic that everyone is numb to. Shen Sanquan knows this very well. When he first came here, wasn't there a guy who had a hole blasted by a double-barreled shotgun?
The shop run by Xiao Dao is called King of Hell Night Supper. Its former glory and prestige no longer exist. Only Uncle Huo and nephew A and Fatty Long are left struggling to survive. They do business when there is business and rest when there is no business. It's not the saddest thing. What's really intolerable is that the loss-making business still has to be done. Shen Sanquan also saw it today. Those dogs. Don't the bastard Burmese people just want to take advantage of the situation and give them a good meal? Overlord meal? However, they were not strong enough, so they were kicked out and given a humiliating lesson. But if they encountered those who were powerful enough to deal with the King of Hell’s Night Supper Club, they might not give up so easily. They couldn’t eat it. The money is to give you face, otherwise the plaque that symbolizes the head and face would not be lying alone next to the garbage pile, still stained.
The underground place where the King of Hell's Night Supper is located is a medium-sized super mess place with a very nice and meaningful name. In the underground world, in addition to the shop run by Ah Huo, there are also many other places such as drug dealing and body trading. , there is another more attractive place, and that is the underground boxing ring. Ding Yuan said that if he had the opportunity to take Shen Sanquan to have a good experience, let him understand what is real life-threatening. When two people fight, they must be divided. The winner will be determined, and the one who wins in the end will get a generous reward. As for the loser, there is only one end, and that is death. Even if you are not beaten to death, what you are waiting for is definitely a bullet, and it will definitely not exist. Situations like sending him to the hospital.
Ding Yuan spoke very calmly, but Shen Sanquan could imagine that that kind of place would certainly make people's blood boil, and it would also make people tremble with fear.
Shen Sanquan was at a loss about everything. The moment he walked across the bridge, he stopped, looked at Ding Yuan in the darkness, and said seriously: "Uncle Ding, what can I do in the future, how can I survive?"
Ding Yuan came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Three punches, don't worry, Uncle Ding is responsible for everything, I won't let you die."
Shen Sanquan said nothing and pointed forward alone.
"Uncle Ding, is that our house?"
"Very good, finally the word "we" is used. Three punches, people must learn to adapt!" Ding Yuan said with a smile.
While talking, the wooden door was slowly opened, and a man holding a lantern slowly walked over. What was reflected in the light was a face that was swollen with fatigue and vicissitudes of life. He looked at Ding Yuan and smiled slightly.
"Ayuan, you are finally here!"
Ding Yuan walked over and gave him a deep hug, "Qingguo, I haven't seen you for a few days. Thank you for your hard work!"
"Three punches, his name is Su Qingguo, my best brother!"
Shen Sanquan came over and said, "Uncle Qing Guo!"
"Come on, go to the house! I made delicious food!" Su Qingguo pulled Shen Sanquan and walked inside.
The wooden house was very bright. There was no electricity. There were four or five lanterns hung on the four corners. Shen Sanquan took a look and found that the whole wooden house was not very big. It was divided into three places, two bedrooms and a living room. The so-called living room was Where he is standing now, there is a wooden table, three stools, and two windows on the south and east sides.
The wooden house is built about one meter above the river and is made entirely of wood. Sitting here, you can even hear the sound of running water outside.
Ding Yuan walked to a corner and pushed it open. It turned out to be a secret door. He walked slowly over, pulled off his pants, and violently bombarded the outside.
Ten minutes later, he walked in feeling very comfortable and said with a smile: "Three punches, do you see, the natural toilet is much more comfortable than Yuncheng!"
A wry smile appeared on Shen Sanquan's face and he nodded quickly.
There were four dishes on the table, the chicken, duck and fish were just right, plus a bottle of Chinese Erguotou. Although he was not hungry, Shen Sanquan still ate some for the face, and then went to sleep in one of the areas under Ding Yuan's arrangement. As soon as he lay down, he was already in a deathly deep sleep.
"Ayuan, the young man is very tired!"
Ding Yuan smoked a cigarette, "After experiencing life and death, it's good to be able to face it calmly!"
"Yes, back then we were killed by others and ran around in embarrassment!" Su Qingguo smiled.
"By the way, Qingguo, I met Ahan!"
Su Qingguo suddenly turned cold and said, "That spineless guy, do you still care about him?"
"No matter what, he is still Ah Bing's younger brother!"
"Hmph! Ah Bing's younger brother? I really doubt whether the two of them are biological brothers. One can cut off his head for his brother, but the other kneels in front of others and begs for mercy!"
"He was still a kid then!"
"Sixteen years old, A Yuan, what were we doing when we were sixteen, and what was Ah Bing doing when he was sixteen?" Su Qingguo said in a huff, "He is better now. I heard he became a platoon leader, yes. That guy named Mengku was granted the title of a high-ranking official with a generous salary!"
"It's just his way of survival!"
"Okay, Ayuan, he is him, we are us, don't mention it, okay?"
Ding Yuan laughed and took out a cigarette, "Qingguo, you are like a little sheep when you are calm, but you are like a tiger when you are angry!"