I asked the others to go back to the hotel first, Lao Hei drove, and the three of us went straight to Chinatown overnight.
It was almost midnight when we arrived at Coconut City.
But for Chinatown, the nightlife here seems to have just begun.
After parking the car, the three of us went straight to the casino in Chinatown.
Now I especially want to know what Chinatown’s attitude is when something happens to Su Mei.
The electronic gambling machines on the first floor still emit enchanting music.
The three of us went straight to the third floor.
This is my first time to visit a casino in Chinatown. It is similar to casinos across the country, and there is not much difference.
Greedy gamblers, insensitive dealers, and dark lights and staff walking among the crowd.
These people outline the appearance of all beings in the casino.
I stood at the door and took a brief look at it.
I was about to ask a staff member to ask, when suddenly, someone behind me tapped me heavily on the shoulder.
When I looked back, I saw an old man with long, half-white hair, holding half-moon purple sand, standing behind me.
At this time, he was looking at me with a smile on his face. He only held a small chip in his hand.
"Little bastard, did you let me catch you?"
Old Mr. Wu!
The moment I saw him, I couldn't help but feel warm in my heart.
"Old Boss Wu, why are you here?"
Boss Wu shook the chips between his fingers and shook his head slightly.
"I don't want to hear what you are saying. The world is big and the place where there is gambling is home. Why, you, a junior high school student like you, can come to this China Town, but I, the old Mr. Wu, can't come?"
I looked at him dumbfounded and asked again:
"Where's Uncle Zhong?"
"Singing!"
ah?
"What do you sell and sing?"
"He lost to me, so he naturally wants to sing. Come on, I'll take you to see him..."
Chinatown at midnight is noisier than during the day.
Walking through the bustling city courtyard, we walked to a stall at the back door. Most of the places here sell late-night snacks and drinks.
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Voice:
"Hate is lingering, tears are flowing, and the sun and moon are misty and misty.
Once the fate is gone, we will leave each other, but we will miss each other for the rest of our lives..."
The moment I heard this tune, I felt like crying without tears.
When Uncle Zhong and I first met in Fengtian, he sang this song on a snowy night.
It was also from that time that he and I learned the "Eight Brocade Styles" that I relied on to protect myself in the world of martial arts.
But in the blink of an eye, a well-known master of the sub-sect has become a singer in this Chinatown.
Looking from a distance, one can see Uncle Zhong wearing sunglasses, playing and singing to himself like a blind man.
The most pitiful thing is that there is actually an iron basin in front of him.
Inside the iron basin were a few scattered small-denomination bills.
There was no one around him who was even listening to the singing.
"How did it happen?"
I stopped and looked at the lively old Mr. Wu.
Mr. Lao Wu didn't say anything, he just smiled dryly.
Just as we were about to step forward, we saw several men wearing Chinatown work clothes at a fried rice noodle stall nearby. They couldn't help but turn around and scold Uncle Zhong.
"Hey, that blind man, stop singing. Let's have a late night snack and listen to you crying and howling..."
As soon as the man finished speaking, the stall owner next to him also said:
"That's right, it's too noisy. I gave him two dollars to let him go, but he still refused to leave because it was too little. Oops, it's really annoying..."
Uncle Zhong seemed not to have heard the conversation between several people.
He was still playing the pipa and singing to himself.
When the staff saw Uncle Zhong pretending to be deaf and mute, they saw him holding a beer bottle and taking a few sips.
The bottle clicked and was placed on the table.
Then, he strode up to Uncle Zhong.
Pointing at Uncle Zhong, he shouted:
"Are you deaf? If you sing again, I will blow your mind..."
Uncle Zhong still turned a deaf ear and continued to play and sing:
“Creation has caused things to happen to people throughout the ages, and they have no choice but to be born in this mortal world.
If someone asks me who I am? An old man playing the pipa randomly..."
The staff member was furious and raised his foot when he saw him.
With a "bang" sound, the basin in front of Uncle Zhong asking for money was kicked away by this man.
The few loose bills inside immediately flew everywhere.
I know that Uncle Zhong has a very quick-tempered personality, and he gets angry when he gets angry.
But what I never expected was that Uncle Zhong would take off his glasses.
He picked up the iron basin and picked up the loose change bit by bit on the ground.
Then, he actually raised his hands to this person and said:
"I'm sorry, little brother. We are new to the treasure land and don't understand the rules. However, my brother lost all the money we brought. Now we are both starved of food. If we don't sell our voices, we will have to live on the streets tonight.
Already..."
I turned around and glanced at Mr. Wu. In fact, I should have thought that Uncle Zhong's success in singing must be related to Mr. Wu's gambling.
Boss Wu didn't take it seriously. He just smiled and said nothing.
But at this time, the staff member was unyielding, pointing at Uncle Zhong and yelling:
"Don't talk nonsense. You can't disturb others while they're eating. If you don't get out, I'll smash your broken instrument..."
Several people nearby followed suit and started shouting and yelling.
Even the guy who set up a stall selling fried rice noodles made bad remarks frequently.
Looking at this scene, I felt sad.
My father's brother, a well-known master, has fallen to this stage.
As for the fried rice noodle seller and the staff, they are originally from the bottom of society.
But they have no sympathy at all and still make things difficult for people at the bottom like them.
Uncle Zhong sighed and looked at a few dollars in the basin.
After hesitating for a moment, he began to clean up the stall.
I really couldn't stand it any longer, so I strode towards Uncle Zhong in a hurry.