The continuous rainy weather in Hong Kong City is basically in June, July and August. After entering winter, the rain becomes much less.
But it gets really cold when it rains, so you need to wear a light sweater or even a coat.
The Chaozhou Chamber of Commerce is an old building. When it was first built, it was still in the Qing Dynasty, and the feature of heating in the winter was not considered.
Later, people had the conditions and ideas, but they did not dare to destroy the old building, so anyone who sat here would have to bear the cold.
As the old saying goes, it's hard to be a boss.
Today, a big boss came here to play chess, and the manager was naturally transparent. He set up the screen early and lit the heater behind the screen.
It was already warm here when the big guys came in, and it was not cold at all compared to the rainy weather outside.
"Fu Bo still knows how to do things, I like it."
When Zheng Liuma, the head of Fuyixing, came in, he joked to Uncle Fu, the housekeeper here: "Uncle Fu, I just got a pair of twins in my hands. They are very good. I will give them to you later to warm your feet~"
Uncle Fu just smiled, not paying attention to the other party's teasing and joking. He bowed slightly and asked for instructions from the old man sitting on the sofa who was playing chess with a child.
The old man had a prosperous face and a kind expression. He glanced sideways at the visitor, nodded, and said to the child: "Go and play in the back hall."
"Hahaha~"
Zheng Liuma smiled and pinched the child's little face, looking like a bad uncle.
Then he turned to the white paper fan that was following him and said, "You should learn more from Uncle Fu, you are an old-timer!"
"Don't think that just because you are a top student graduating from Hong Kong City University means you are so great! Coward~"
After saying that, he looked at the scarred stick standing next to the white paper fan, curled his lips and said: "You are amazing! You are very good at hitting, aren't you?"
He pointed to Uncle Fu who was putting on the children's shoes and introduced: "In those days, Uncle Fu carried a twelve-inch machete and chopped from the north of the road to the south of the road!"
"You don't believe it?! The whole street of Yutou Dong was taken down by Uncle Fu. You don't accept it!"
"I'll give you a twelve-inch machete. If you take down half the street for me, I'll call you the boss!"
The old man frowned slightly when he saw the other person acting crazy and evil, but he didn't care about this bastard's crazy words. After having been together for many years, he knew that the other person had this kind of temperament and would end up on the streets sooner or later.
Uncle Fu put on the young master's shoes, took him out of bed, and then led him to the back hall.
The young master looked back curiously at the scolded man with a scarred face, and asked Uncle Fu in a coquettish voice: "Who are they?"
Uncle Fu turned around and glanced at the man with a low eyebrow, then smiled slightly and replied to the young master: "Yeah~"
"That……"
The young master raised his eyebrows, looked at the man in a suit and glasses standing next to the scarred man, and asked: "Who are the top students who graduated from Hong Kong City University?"
Uncle Fu paused for a moment and answered directly without thinking: "Are you smart~"
"..."
"Ahem~"
Zheng Liuma, who was acting crazy, almost choked to death when he couldn't take a breath. He grabbed the tureen on the tea tray and quickly choked on a sip of hot tea.
"Haha, Uncle Fu is still so old and strong."
He caught a glimpse of the unkind look in the old man's eyes on the couch and quickly found a way to get off the stairs.
With a laugh, he kicked off his shoes, which were soft, and sat in the child's seat. He looked at the old man opposite and said, "Don't blame me for being nosy. It really doesn't make sense."
"What's the truth? Let me listen."
The old man picked up the tea cup and took a sip, looked at Zheng Liuma and said, "It's your first day out in the world~"
"I'm so overwhelmed~"
Zheng Liuma spread his hands and said, "I'm a serious businessman. That wharf is a serious business, and I'm willing to sell Bigfoot for the money. What's wrong?"
"Now people on the street say that I am a woman who cheats and takes advantage of others, and I will not change my ways. I am really the one who bears the blame."
"Well, what do you want to do?"
The old man put down the tea cup and looked at the screen at the door. Behind it was the stove that Uncle Fu had sent to place. The fire was blazing and hot steam was gushing out.
"I've already found Fat Boy B. He's too brave to bother with novels. He's a loser."
Zheng Liuma reported in a low voice: "I asked him who did it, and he said that the on-site investigation was done by professional killers."
"Isn't this just... nonsense~"
Just when he was about to say something rude, he saw the sharp eyes of the old man and calmed down his temper slightly, but the anger in his heart was still very strong.
"I've never heard of anyone in Hong Kong who dared to kill a wealthy man on his doorstep, and I've never seen wind blowing on the street. It's definitely not the work of a professional killer."
"What's your guess?"
The old man sat up straight, picked up the chess pieces on the chessboard, and put them back into the chess cup one by one.
Zheng Liuma glanced at the white paper fan standing on the ground and said: "Brothers suspect that it was the big circle boy who did it. After all, there is no reason."
"But Kesheng took people to walk around the scene and felt that the technique was not very similar and too delicate."
The Kesheng that Zheng Liuma was talking about was Zhang Kesheng, a top graduate from Hong Kong City University who wore a suit and gold-rimmed glasses.
At this moment, he was called by the big boss, and when he saw the old man looking at him, he took the initiative to stand up and explain: "I also asked about the big guy, there has been no activity recently."
"Especially the person who committed the crime. The singer in front of the door and the witnesses all said that he was an old man. He was prepared and covered up, which is inconsistent with the usual image of a big circle boy."
This is true. The big guys always do things straightforwardly. They are very skilled and extremely brutal in weapon fighting. The skills in their hands are all real killing skills.
In fact, anyone who cares can tell if he is a big circle boy. His clothes are old-fashioned, and his accent is clearly different. He always says something: he is destined to die, and money is far more important than his life.
According to Zhang Kesheng's analysis, this group of people is definitely organized and must be from Port-au-Prince.
After all, with such professional techniques, such a proper layout, and such a decisive retreat, not even Fat Boy B dared to provoke him. Without the support of capital, it would be impossible.
The old man lying on his back obviously thought of this. After thinking for a moment, he looked at Zheng Liuma and said, "Tell me, what is the purpose of coming to me and what do you want to do."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Please make the decision for me, Fourth Master"
Zheng Liuma first asked for help, and then said seriously: "You don't need to do it yourself, my people still have this ability."
"I just heard that the other party also has a deep background, and I hope the fourth master will take care of him when the time comes."
"Well, you are a Chaozhou boy and have made great contributions to the Chamber of Commerce. Naturally, I want to take care of you."
The old man said slowly: "It's just that they have made it clear that they want carriages and horses, and they only want the dock. They are not targeting you directly. Have you thought about the consequences?"
"Although I abandoned the boat and went ashore, my courage was not lost in the sea."
Zheng Liuma said: "I had just reached an agreement with Bigfoot Huang, and my back foot was knocked off the table. How can I lead my brothers without such a bad breath?"
"But I'm the most measured person. I kill people to pay for their lives and debts to pay for their money. I only want those unknown people to take the life of Bigfoot before I take it home."
The old man was noncommittal about Zheng Liuma's answer. He opened the lid of the tea to let the air warm and said calmly: "You are all big brothers and you have your own rules for doing things. I only advise you to think twice before you act."
"Fourth Master, I don't believe that anyone here in Hong Kong City would dare to mess with our Chaozhou Gang!"
"Shut up! You have no right to speak here!"
Zheng Liuma taught the scar-faced man under his command a lesson. Seeing the worry of the fourth master, he went down to put on his shoes and stood up, cupping his hands and saying, "Lao Liu will remember the teachings of the fourth master, only do things and don't cause trouble."
"Um"
The old man put away the tea tray and waved to him, indicating that he could help himself.
Zheng Liuma bowed again, took the coat handed to him by his subordinates, put it on, turned around and led his younger brothers out of the lobby.
A Mercedes-Benz was parked steadily in front of the door in the rain, and several boys came to pick them up with umbrellas.
Zheng Liuma stood at the door, looked back at the main room, and lectured the scar-faced man: "If you don't know how to talk, talk less."
"yes"
The scar-faced man also knew that he had said the wrong thing and lowered his head cautiously.
Zhang Kesheng, a white paper fan, approached Zheng Liuma and persuaded in a low voice: "Fourth Master won't leave us alone, right?"
"You are too preoccupied. You are just trying to build a memorial arch."
Zheng Liuma looked at the gloomy Lian Yutian and breathed a sigh of relief and said: "The Chamber of Commerce does not belong to one person, nor does it represent an individual."
After saying that, he waved his hands and refused to talk about this topic again. Instead, he ordered the scar-faced man: "Leave this matter to you. Pull out the flag at the pier for me. Turn around and see the three flags in Bigfoot's hand."
You can pick any one at the dock."
"Yes! Thank you, brother!"
The scar-faced man agreed excitedly. Seeing the eldest brother waving his hands to get in the car, he quickly grabbed the umbrella from the younger brother's hand and escorted him to Pingzhi down the steps.
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"The waves are rolling and the water flows eastward. Doctor Lu hosted a banquet to invite the princes."
"It was the 13th day of the lunar month when I went to the meeting in person and saw that Guan Gong was sitting on a smooth sailing boat. With a Zhou Cang, there is courage but no strategy."
…
There are shantytowns built by fishermen and poor workers on the embankment opposite Yau Ma Tei Pier.
Because it faces the dock and is close to the main road, business travelers come and go in an endless stream, and the place has developed into a small town.
Two overlapping roads, one connected to the main road and the other running from east to west, split this naturally formed town into four uneven halves. The widest road leads directly to the bay where the dock is located.
At the most prosperous intersection in the town, there is a spacious teahouse, or a thatched shack built in a style that cannot be called a teahouse, but a tea shop.
The teahouse is a solid wood brick-concrete structure. It looks rough, but it is strong and durable. After many years of wind and rain, people have changed it several times, but it remains strong.
The shantytowns are inhabited by poor people. There is no such thing as drinking tea and chatting, let alone reciting poems and writing poems.
Most of the people who stay here to hang out are small workers on the dock, or foremen who gather small workers to take over jobs.
Different from a serious teahouse, tea is boiled in the big boiler in front of the door, meat is cooked in the big pot in the backyard, and mahjong is cooked in the big stew pot in the house.
A business that serves the poor is naturally about making money. On weekdays, it gives those workers a break, provides office space for those foremen, and provides card games to those bad guys.
It’s noon, and we have to prepare a pot of food, mostly seafood, fish, and some pickles, which is considered a high-end meal.
Since the teahouse changed hands a few months ago, its style has changed somewhat. There is even a couplet on the pillar at the door.
First couplet: The great universe in the imperial garden
Second line: The sun and moon grow long in the fragrant tea pot
The couplets were there, the name of the teahouse was there, and the banner read: Sihai Teahouse.
This is a town built by poor people. Those who come to the teahouse to drink tea and play are also poor people, and few outsiders come in.
Business trips don't require such a long journey, and most of them have to take a bus to the city to rest.
It has been raining continuously today, and there is no work at the dock. The workers are waiting for God to show mercy, and it will be over in the next half hour, otherwise the family will be hungry for another day.
They didn't dare to go far, so they could only wait at the dock and wait for the foreman to shout, earning money for three meals a day.
The shanty town can be said to be a place where the bedside leaks and there is no place to dry, and the rain is like hemp on the feet without stopping.
It's raining so hard. Who's house is willing to let these workers take shelter from the rain? Not to mention safety, it won't be a crime if they lose some things.
The teahouse is different. The new owner has established a rule that everyone who opens the door is the same no matter who comes.
Therefore, many small workers come here to take shelter whenever it rains continuously.
The Sihai Teahouse lives up to its name. The young men spoke with a rough accent and shouted that the tea in the big tea stove at the door is free to drink and you can take it yourself.
Of course, this is a teahouse, not a charity hall. The free tea is just a name. There is a wooden box next to the tea stove with a long opening on it.
This tea is considered a good tea and can be consumed by everyone to keep warm and ward off the cold. If you are really short on money, you can naturally take it from the bamboo tube on the table and drink it.
If you don't miss these three melons and two dates, you will naturally hold your neck high and walk into the house to drink some high-end tea.
People with kind hearts and righteousness will put a few cents, or one or two yuan into the tea box when passing by, which is regarded as a kind act with the boss.
Whenever this happens, the guys will inevitably sing loudly, saying that boss so-and-so performs a righteous deed to save all sentient beings.
At first, there were many people drinking tea and few donating money. Later, seeing that the fire in the tea stove was still on, the money box slowly began to sink.
In ancient times, wherever there were teahouses, there must be folk arts, but most of them were Caotai troupes.
Why is it called the Caotai Troupe? Because the square platform for the performance may be a straw mat.
The owner of Sihai Teahouse liked to listen to music, so he told his clerk to piece together a square table using wooden boxes from the dock.
There were storytellers and Pingtan singers on stage, but there were no duet singers, which was a pity.
All the reward money given by the artist belongs to the artist, and Sihai Teahouse takes no money from it, which is true to the good reputation of Sihai Teahouse.
In the past, the stewards and foremen on the dock would rest here, drink tea, take roll call, and pay their wages. With the open space in front of the door, this place really became like a CBD.
You see, this town is not big, but the small laborers who work long hours here have their own set of codes of conduct and standards of doing things.
There are very few troublemakers in the teahouse, because they all know that anyone who can set up a tent here to sell tea is not someone to be trifled with.
There are good and bad reputations. The owner of Sihai Teahouse is often seen by everyone. He is very kind and the staff in the shop are also very polite and enthusiastic.
Everyone speaks with Northeastern accents from top to bottom. The tea is cooked well and they dare to serve tea. There is enough oil, water and salt for the lunch meal, so there is never a shortage of guests here.
At ten o'clock in the afternoon, the rain was still falling, and the workers looked at God cursingly. They must be hungry today.
A rickshaw came down from the road along the somewhat muddy road, followed by more than a dozen bicycles.
When it arrived in front of the teahouse, the rickshaw stopped with all its strength and then stopped firmly in the dirt.
There was a noise from behind, with people riding bicycles and cars, and there were more than thirty people standing at the door huffing and puffing.
The sensible rickshaw driver took out an umbrella from under the rickshaw, opened it and propped it up on the edge of the rickshaw's rain cover. With one foot on the front bumper of the rickshaw, he bowed and asked the man in the car to get off.
I saw a big man with a scar face walking out of the car, stepping on the stone slab in front of the door, looking at the filth in his eyes, he was really disgusted.
The gangsters who had parked their cars gathered around the scarred man, looking through the bamboo curtain into the teahouse.
The scarred man didn't care about anything else, shook the raindrops from his hand, threw two dollars to the driver, and walked into the teahouse.
The rickshaw driver walked him straight through the door, then put away his umbrella, hid from the gangsters who were following behind him, went around from the side, put away the rickshaw and ran back as hard as he could.
The originally spacious teahouse instantly became crowded due to the influx of these people.
The Pingtan "Going to the Meeting Alone" was being sung on the stage because these people almost walked away and choked the board.
A man and a woman looked at each other, quietly silenced their voices, tightened their grip on the food in their hands and hid behind.
The group of people playing cards in the teahouse naturally didn't notice them, their eyes were fixed on the mahjong tiles in their hands.
One of them was holding the two cakes in his hand, hesitating whether to have a cannon or not.
Of course, more than thirty people came in together, which naturally attracted the attention of the workers who were watching the excitement. However, at this time, there were young workers who came up to greet them, but no one paid attention.
But just as the boy was singing the waiter's call to greet him, the man with the scarred face pressed his palm on the boy's face.
It wasn't over yet. I yelled at the guy and walked inside until I stood in the middle of the room.
The waiter was stunned and stared blankly at the scar-faced man, not knowing how to greet him.
The scar-faced man ignored him, but glanced at everyone in the room and said loudly: "Who did the rich man's case? Come forward yourself, or I will light this place on fire and send you to the West!"
Several waiters in the teahouse looked at each other and realized that these people came with bad intentions, so they quietly backed away and entered the back hall.
At this time, there was silence in the teahouse, everyone held their breath, and you could hear a needle drop.
"Two cakes!"
"Haha! What a fool! Two cakes alone! You loser!"
"Ms. Ganlin!"
The man who fired the gun was naturally annoyed when his opponent showed off, and he stood up as soon as he slapped the card table.
But then I felt a weight on my shoulders, a pair of big hands pressed up on me, and a hoarse voice sounded in my ears: "Do you think you are very humorous?"
The man who lit the gun felt like he was being stabbed by a sharp knife on his waist, and he instantly became honest.
The scar-faced man saw that he was being too smart and didn't say anything. He pushed hard and pushed the man onto the card table, knocking over the mahjong table and scattering mahjong all over the floor.
"I'll count to three. If you don't come out, I'm going to set a fire!"
"one!"
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“Everyone here is a guest, don’t burn the house down if there is a fire”
A man in his forties with a crew cut slowly walked out of the back hall, speaking polite words.
The man wore a thick cloth blouse on his upper body, a pair of velvet bloomers on his lower body, and a pair of black cloth shoes on his feet. He was dressed in a very ordinary way.
Everyone in the teahouse, whether they were sitting or squatting, stood up straight when they saw this man coming out. Unknowingly, they had formed a fan shape, blocking the thirty or so people in the middle.
The scarred-faced man glanced disdainfully at the people around him and asked the crew-cut man: "Were you responsible for the rich man's case?"
"One person is responsible for the work, so don't show off!"
“No effort”
The flat-headed man smiled slightly, raised his hand and said, "May I ask, brother, do you work in public, or do you stand up for others?"
"Stop talking nonsense, do you want to come with us by yourself, or should I break your legs and come with us?"
"Then there's nothing more to say?"
The crew-cut man laughed, then turned around and walked back. How could the scar-faced man let the flesh of his mouth escape?
The sharp knife in his sleeve fell down with a swipe, and he raised his leg to catch someone.
The more than thirty people behind him all pulled out inch-long machetes from their waists, all glaring at them and planning to chop people.
The scar-faced man had just taken one step, and before he could catch up with the second step, he suddenly felt a black hole shot on his forehead.
There is no specific shape or model, it is just a gunpowder gun used to hunt wild boars in the forests of the northeastern mountains.
Think about it, when it comes to gunpowder, let alone the range, let alone the accuracy. The only thing that can be said is the lethality within a few meters.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In fact, it is not very big. The head of a wild boar cannot be broken into pieces. If it hits a wild boar, it will make a big hole at most.
There is actually no technical content in making this thing, any dog can make it.
So after the scar-faced man was restrained, the thirty or so straw sandals who followed found several more similar fire blunderbuss in the room.
What's strange is that all the muskets are facing the door, and the people in the teahouse are standing in just the right fan-shaped position, so they don't have to move to dodge the muzzle of the gun.
Did you fall into a bandit's den?
People in Hong Kong society have always used cold weapons to fight with each other, and firearms are rarely used.
Even if it is used, it must be more refined. What the hell is a cannon-like firecracker?!
This is such a pure lack of martial ethics!
The scar-faced man stared at the boy holding the gun. This was the skinny man who had just greeted him at the door.
The two looked at each other with a sense of joy. One was tall, strong, powerful, eight feet tall, and had a fierce look.
On the other hand, the little guy is skinny, short in stature, with a silly face, and is so cute.
A man with a scar face is also a man with his face facing outward when he poops in a manhole. He has been in the world for many years and has been a red stick. How can he be frightened by this broken gun?
He was not afraid of the pole on his head at all. He said every word in a fierce tone: "I don't believe you dare..."
"boom!"
"Crack!"
Before the scar-faced man finished his cruel words, the boy closed his eyes hard and his brain exploded.
There are two types of explosions here, one is the spiritual level and the other is the physical level.
The moment the scar-faced man saw the young man closing his eyes hard, he knew something was going to happen. This little bastard really dared to shoot.
There is no need to explain the explosion on the physical level. You go to the vegetable market and buy a big watermelon, and you carry it home while singing and humming. As you walk, you slide your hand and say, "Pop!" You lower your head and go home.
Look on the ground!
"啕~~~"
The boy had just opened his eyes and was still holding the gunpowder gun in his hand.
After the smoke from the black powder explosion was blown away by the sea breeze mixed with rain and moisture, the boy was stunned and asked blankly: "What did you say?"
