Uncle Ze, are you mistaken? You want eight hundred to repair a rubbish townhouse. It’s a fair price. You’re not a regular customer!”
"Seven hundred and ninety? You are short of water, food and morning tea!"
"Fuck, fuck, seven hundred and nine, come on, your eyesight is dim, I'm afraid that the more you do, the worse it will be."
Kuala Lumpur, in a second-hand store on Petaling Street.
A man sitting in the hall was negotiating the price with the boss, Uncle Ze. He held the body temple in his hand, took out a damaged temple building material from the body temple, and put it on the counter.
"Street boy, you don't have much money to do." Uncle Ze took a look at the damaged temple building materials, turned back to the back room and shouted: "Repairing the townhouse has been damaged in three parts and seven in seven."
A young girl came out of the back room, took the temple materials to be built and looked at them: "It's not serious, 10 minutes."
, Long time no see, she is becoming more and more beautiful. "The man who repaired the townhouse said hello to her and complimented her on her beauty.
The girl was obviously not as open-minded as the people in the hall. She nodded and said hello to the guests, then took the temple building materials and went back to the back room to repair.
Ma Zai lit a cigarette at the counter and said, "I really envy that handsome girl who is always on the street. How can such a pretty girl be so honest and not ruined? She knows how to save money and check things. How can I be like me, Ma Zai, who reaches out to beg for money every day and is a waste of money?"
Refined."
Uncle Ze: "That guy Ji Zai is still holding on to my mother's family property. Do you think he dares to come to my shop and take off his legs?"
Ma Zai: "Uncle Ze, please stop talking like this. It's useless. One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. I heard someone say today that yesterday Ji Zai gambled on horse racing in Genting and lost all his money again. I'm afraid he will have to do it again.
Got the money."
Uncle Ze: "I'll give you five hundred to buy a Jizi hand."
Ma Zai scolded: "You want me to make a small gift for you, but you want me to pay 500 for Ji Zai's hand?"
Uncle Ze: "Scumbags are worth this price. Hong Kong is real."
As Uncle Ze said this, he actually slapped the money on the table. It was obvious that he really wanted to kill Ji Zai, but Ma Zai didn't dare to accept it.
Ma Zai: "You are joking, Ji Zai can now work for the Umno gang. Who among the Chinese in Kuala Lumpur dares to touch the Malay people? Do you understand that the boss is going to get angry?"
Uncle Ze swallowed the phlegm in his mouth and looked unhappy about this, but he had nothing to refute. Malaysia has been anti-Chinese since ancient times, and in recent years, it has intensified with the turmoil in the world.
Ji Zai hugged the Umno gang's thigh and was really unable to move.
…
Two people were talking outside, in the back room of a medieval shop.
Zhou Keke was sitting in front of the repair table, like a watchmaker, holding tools in his hand, repairing and adjusting the temple building materials.
Repairing is not a high-tech job. Those engineers who develop and manufacture temple-building materials in large companies are high-tech. Repairing temple-building materials is probably a technical secondary school skill.
However, Zhou Keke knows that she lives on the streets at the bottom of Malaysian society, and because of this skill, she can earn a relatively decent living, instead of having to go to the red light district like other girls of her age and in the same situation.
Of course, it's only a little better. Who can live comfortably in the mire?
Zhou Keke had just finished repairing the temple building materials when the phone rang.
Ji Zai: "Hey, where are you? Can you lend me some money? I'm short of money recently. You can lend me some emergency money first. Lend me two thousand."
Zhou Keke was stunned: "Didn't I just give you two thousand last week? And you spent it all?"
Ji Zai: "I have a big business and I need money urgently."
Zhou Keke: "Did you go gambling again?"
Ji Zai: "If the boss wants to play, why don't I accompany him? This is a necessary expense, and I can make it back in the future."
Zhou Keke: "Aji, you really don't want to gamble anymore. Let's save some money. Didn't you say you want to take me back to the mainland?"
Ji Zai: I, A Ji, will definitely do what I say. I will definitely make a lot of money for you. It doesn’t matter where you want to go then, we can go to American. Of course, I need money now. These are all preliminary steps.
Investment, do you understand?"
Zhou Keke: "...Hey, where are you now? I'll send it to you."
Ji Zai: My dear, I love you so much! Come to Yang Ji Sheng Jian on Xin Bing Road now, I will wait for you here."
After Ji Zai finished speaking, he hung up the phone happily, as if he was afraid that Zhou Keke would question him and regret it.
Zhou Keke sighed, finished repairing the temple building materials in his hand, and went out to hand them over to Uncle Ze. Then he told Uncle Ze that he would take a leave of absence and would be back soon.
Uncle Ze had just heard what Ma Zai who came to repair the town objects had said, and he immediately knew what Zhou Keke was going to do, but he also knew that he could not persuade her, so he had no choice but to let her go.
Zhou Keke thanked Uncle Ze, took his coat, left the second-hand store, and went to the street outside. He held his wallet tightly in his coat pocket and hung a half-eyeball-shaped pendant on his chest.
The sun was shining brightly at noon, and the sun shone on people on the street without burning them, which was very comfortable.
But Zhou Keke pulled up his hood and covered himself in the shadows, like those rats that cannot see the light, walking along the edge of the wall, like a marginalized person in the city.
It's not without reason.
Zhou Keke is sixteen years old and is a gangster in Malaysia.
He's a stowaway.
When she was six years old, her mother took her from her hometown in Shantou and smuggled her to Malaysia.
She was young at the time and didn't remember much. Later, when she grew up, she occasionally heard some fragmentary clues from her mother. A big quarrel broke out in her family over a sum of money. Her in-laws kept hiding what they were receiving from her mother and father.
Child care fees.
The poor are afraid of being rich, and wealth has estranged relatives. It seems that her own family members were killed. In the end, her grandmother took her and fled the country and smuggled to Malaysia to live.
It is not easy for stowaways to live in a foreign country. They have no identity or household registration, and they have to worry about being caught by the police. If they want to make money to make a living, they can only find jobs such as washing dishes, doing laundry, telecom fraud, and illegal work in underground workshops, and they will be cheated.
They dare not call the police after being deceived. The local Malays and Indians are highly anti-Chinese. News about Umno gangs breaking into Chinese communities and Chinese schools and shooting people are common... They are just rats that cannot see the light of day.
Zhou Keke was walking with her head down, and without paying attention, she bumped into the girl who was coming towards her.
Hiss, Zhou Keke's shoulder hurt. The exertion didn't feel like he was not paying attention, but like the other party bumped into him intentionally.
"Oops!" The other party made an exaggerated sound, and took two steps back perfunctorily, as if he was hurt by the impact.
From Zhou Keke's angle, she could clearly see the other person's face from under the hood, a Chinese girl who looked about the same age as her.
However, her dress and temperament are much more fashionable than hers. She wears a hot pants vest, a half-shoulder graffiti jacket, and her hair dyed Death Barbie pink. She is a very hip-hop cool girl on the streets.
This hip-hop girl has a red number tattooed under her right eye: 09
"Sorry sorry..."
The girl smiled and stretched out her hand to help Zhou Keke and apologized. Her smile was as bright as a little sun. Zhou Keke was stunned for a moment when she saw her, then she apologized and left in a hurry.
After Zhou Keke left, the girl with the 09 tattoo on the corner of her eye threw away the wallet in her hand, opened it and looked through it. There were several thousand dollars in it, as well as photos of Zhou Keke and her boyfriend Jizi's mugshots, and some handwriting from a second-hand store.
Bill, this is Zhou Keke's wallet.
"That's the name, right? The little sheep wallet is quite fat and cute, and the butt feels a bit nice..."
09 Thought, he put the money into his pocket, threw his wallet into the trash can next to him, and walked away.
On the other side, Zhou Keke came to Yang Ji Shengjian, found her boyfriend Ji Zai, and gave him money.
When Zhou Keke went to the place and touched his pockets, his mind was buzzing!
In Yang Kee's pancake shop, Ji Zai was flattering a Malay thug and asking him to eat pancakes:
"Brother Big Duck, please eat slowly. If you don't have enough, if you don't ask for more, the debt will be borne by me. I will send you the money soon. Don't worry."
Yesterday, Ji Zai lost money betting on horse racing and got into debt. This Malay guy from the casino came to him to collect the debt. Ji Zai tried to comfort him because he was afraid of being beaten. Even though he is now embracing the Umno gang, the Chinese horse guys dare not touch him.
He, but he can't pretend to be cool with the local Malays.
Seeing Zhou Keke coming from a distance, Jizi's eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed him and pulled him over. He didn't even notice that Zhou Keke's expression was wrong, and he said hurriedly: "Where's the money? Give it to me quickly."
Zhou Keke: "..."
Zhou Keke looked at Ji Zai, and then at the Malay thug on the table who was eating pancakes with a fierce look. His face was pale and he said with some difficulty: "The money... was lost halfway."
Ji Zai's face changed as if he had opened a dye shop. However, the more exciting thing was yet to come. He pointed at Zhou Keke and cried:
"Brother Big Duck! I was deceived by this woman!"
.....
ps: There is no space to describe Zhou Keke’s appearance, so let’s make a guess based on Menxiang’s appearance.
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