I had no choice but to pack up briefly and took a taxi directly to the East Railway Station.
East Railway Station is the earliest railway station in Harbin and is built in Russian style.
It is said that it was built by Lao Maozi in Harbei during the late Qing Dynasty.
When I arrived, Mr. Wu was squatting in front of a chess stall at the gate of the station, watching the excitement.
As soon as he saw me coming, he stood up immediately.
Without saying anything, he took me and walked to the train station.
"Why go?"
I asked quickly.
"Go to Zhanguantun'er..."
The name Zhanguantuner sounds a bit small.
But in reality, it is a very big city in our province.
Before 2000, he still had a name that was resounding throughout the world, Thief City.
As soon as I heard about where to go, I immediately asked:
"What are you doing there?"
"Let's bet! You promised me that you would make a bet for me and win someone!"
I promised Old Boss Wu.
But I never expected that this person was not in Habei, but in Zhanguantun, hundreds of kilometers away.
"Let's change some time, I have something busy recently!"
A week later, it will be my bet with Huang Ze.
But right now, I'm not ready with the money for gambling.
When Mr. Wu heard this, he immediately turned around and stared at me, saying:
"You little swindler, are you trying to cheat? Do you still want me to teach you how to play dice? Come on, don't be nagging. Go today and come back tomorrow!"
I am helpless.
Facing the threat from this old guy, I have no choice at all.
It takes seven hours by green car from Habei to Zhanguantun'er.
Although it is not the Spring Festival travel rush, the train station is still crowded with people.
After finally getting into the car, I leaned on the chair and closed my eyes to relax.
I was thinking about the bet in a week's time.
And how to get rid of Qian Laoba.
This person is a two-faced troublemaker.
As long as he is around, something bad will happen sooner or later.
The train started moving and I was already drowsy.
Then I heard a shouting sound coming from the carriage.
"Peanuts, melon seeds, ham sausage, beer, drinks and mineral water. Come on, tuck your legs..."
I couldn't help but frown as I listened.
The sleepiness I had just felt was interrupted again.
As soon as the trolley left, I was ready to close my eyes again.
Suddenly, I heard Mr. Wu and others say:
"Are you from the Beggar Clan?"
Beggars gang?
I opened my eyes again.
We saw a beggar in his forties standing next to our seat.
His hair is long, his face is unkempt, and his clothes are ragged.
There was a sour smell all over his body.
There is also a swelling as big as the mouth of a bowl on my neck.
Just looking at it makes people feel cold and want to stay away from him.
When Mr. Wu asked him something, he didn't answer.
He stretched out his hand and started begging towards the people in our row of seats.
The person sitting next to me is a woman in her forties.
Although she looked disgusted, she still gave him a dollar.
The beggar didn't say thank you, but stretched his hand to Mr. Wu.
Old Boss Wu glanced at him.
After rummaging around in his pocket for a long time, he pulled out a ten-cent coin and handed it to the beggar.
"Here, take it..."
After looking at the coin, the beggar didn't take it.
He still didn't speak, and still stretched out his hand to Mr. Lao Wu.
Obviously, he was too little.
Boss Wu rolled his eyes at him and muttered:
"It's quite a lot. What you need in a day is more than what I make. It would be nice if I gave you some..."
Seeing that Mr. Wu refused to give him any more.
The beggar didn't speak either.
He suddenly took a step forward and faced the table between the seats.
As soon as he bent down, he made a sound of "bang" and kowtowed his head.
This sound is very loud.
The people around him couldn't help but lean back in fear.
And his forehead was also very red.
Then, he stretched out his hand toward Old Boss Wu.
Boss Wu stared and said directly:
"Hey, are you trying to scare me? I'm not afraid of that!"
Old Boss Wu became more stubborn.
"It's just a dime, do you want love?"
But as soon as Old Boss Wu finished speaking.
The beggar banged his head on the table and knocked again.
Then, he looked at Old Mr. Wu again.
Boss Wu scratched his neck and said:
"You smashed your head, it's just a hair!"
Boss Wu got into trouble with this beggar.
The beggar still said nothing.
As soon as he bent down, he heard three "bang bang bang" sounds, and he knocked three times in a row.
After kowtowing three times, his forehead was already bruised and swollen, with blood oozing out.
This kind of scene makes the already bored travelers full of curiosity.
Everyone stood up and watched the excitement.
Old Boss Wu was just about to say more.
Suddenly, a young beggar in his twenties came to the aisle.
His hands were wrapped in several layers of gauze.
As soon as he arrived in front of Mr. Wu, he peeled off the gauze layer by layer and exposed his arms.
At this exposure, the people watching the excitement couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.
I saw blood stains on his arms.
There is also a bloody hole on the wrist, which looks particularly oozing.
The young beggar looked at Mr. Wu and begged:
"Old man, reward me more!"
As soon as the words are finished.
He didn't even wait for Old Boss Wu to make any move.
I saw him take out a long iron nail from his pocket.
Stretch your arms directly in front of Mr. Wu.
He took the iron nail, pointed it at the bloody hole in his arm, and drove it into it.
"ah!"
There were some timid people in the carriage who couldn't help but scream.
Some of them couldn't stand it anymore and turned their heads away.
After pulling out the nail, the young beggar continued begging towards Mr. Wu.
"Old man, if you don't reward me a little, I'll give you my arm..."
The way these two men begged was completely coercive, almost tantamount to forceful robbery.
I turned around and looked towards the other end of the car.
At the end of the carriage, I saw two men who looked like beggars.
He was standing there, watching what was happening here from a distance.
It seems that he encountered a group of beggars.
If you don't give it, these two beggars will definitely come over.
I took out five yuan, handed it to the beggar, and said indifferently:
"We are together, don't worry about what he wants..."
The young beggar immediately bowed slightly to me, smiled and sang:
"This boss is a noble person, handsome and generous. If you give us another five dollars, we will definitely get rich and healthy!"
I said that before I could speak.
The beggar stretched his arm in front of me, holding a nail, and seemed to want to pierce it.
I took out another five yuan, handed it to him, and said:
"I'll give you the money and forget about martial arts..."
"Okay, the boss will make a fortune!"
After taking the money, the two beggars went to other seats to beg.
But before leaving, the middle-aged beggar glared at Mr. Wu fiercely.
Seeing me giving these two beggars ten yuan, Mr. Wu frowned.
He looked at me with a dissatisfied look on his face and said unwillingly:
"Boy, do you know what they do? Just give them money? They are evil beggars from the West, and they rely on martial arts beggars. I, Mr. Wu, hate this kind of people the most..."
Mr. Lao Wu was chattering to me with an angry look on his face.
Of course I know what's going on with them.
Back then, I traveled all over the country with Mr. Liu.
Regarding the Beggar Clan, I have certainly heard of it, seen it before, and have dealt with it before.
I said it before.
In the Jianghu, there are three religions and nine streams, various schools and seventy-two lines.
The seventy-two lines are further subdivided into 360 small lines.
And among the eight gates.
It is divided into eight bright gates, eight dark gates, eight inner gates, and eight outer gates.
The Qianmen I am in belongs to the Outer Eight Gates.
I saw a previous comment from a reader saying that Qianmen is also called Caimen.
This is wrong.
Caimen belongs to the eight gates of Ming Dynasty.
It refers to those who used to travel around the world and do magic tricks.
and Qianmen are completely two different professions.