It was like this every time. When the serious business of catching points (a slang term for pickpocketing cash) was mentioned, the three little boys felt as if they had taken Songlisan and Xieli pills, and they were all dejected.
You San became angry when he saw their behavior. He held his chopsticks upside down and gave each of the three boys a hard blow on their heads.
"Why don't any of you be diligent and studious? If you want to be a Buddha, you have to study your skills. Just knowing how to eat and drink is enough to make a living. You will become more stupid every day..."
You San started his tirade again, and the three little ones became more and more listless as they listened. They all withered like flowers under the sun.
At this time, Chun Tou said again without warning. "Oh, brother, I remembered something..."
Leng Buding was interrupted, and You San looked unhappy. "If you fart, hurry up."
Cun Tou shrank his neck first, then wiped his nose while hesitating and said, "Master Cheng's name... seems... to be... Cheng Gong. Could it be the... that guy mentioned just now... that bow?"
You Sanyi trembled. "Master Cheng's name is Cheng Gong?"
Cun Tou nodded with a matter-of-fact expression.
Your mother! Why didn’t you say anything just now!
You San cursed secretly, his eyes almost bursting with fire.
But at the same time, he also understood in his heart that not only could he not scold Cun Tou, but he also had to pretend not to care on the surface. Because he must not show panic and disrupt the morale of the army, otherwise he would lose his prestige and the team would not be able to lead it.
So, he had to force out a smile as if he had a toothache and said, "Who is Mr. Cheng? How could he know such a kid? Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with him (a native dialect that means there is nothing wrong with him)..."
Seeing that Cun Tou nodded noncommittally, he continued to eat heartlessly with a shy face. You San was so angry that his heart hurt. After he secretly made a small account to Cun Tou, he couldn't help but murmur.
The last time I had a fight with Yongwai, it seemed that the big kid at the front door, Bashir, called Mr. Cheng "Little Gongzi". But... how can that kid compare with Bashir?
What is the eighth master's generation? Even Master Cheng has to listen to instructions (in dialect, it means to obey instructions)...
Yes, it's impossible. But why are you so uneasy? It shouldn't be possible? Is it really not possible? Is it possible? Is it not possible? Is it possible?
You San was so confused that he couldn't help but take out a cloth bag from the inside of his clothes. He opened it under the table and found a "Steelmaking Five Yuan" with a phone number written on it from a pile of big bills. Look.
Looking at the numbers in the upper left corner of the five yuan bill, he was stunned.
Why don't we return the five yuan to him? But all the tickets we caught this morning were loose tickets, and it's not easy to see a big ticket... Sigh, I'm really unlucky to meet this guy...
In fact, You San doesn't know Mr. Cheng's name. It's not because he is careless. It's because when dealing with people in the world, friends often don't call each other by their names, but just call each other by their nicknames. This is especially true for veteran gangsters.
Just mentioning the nickname will do the trick.
However, precisely because of this, a special phenomenon has arisen. That is, the master who hangs out in the scene only knows his nickname, but no one knows his real name. Even some people who have known each other for more than ten years are the same.
And this habitual unspoken rule seemed to have seriously tricked him this time.
You San felt contradictory in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, so he simply stopped thinking about it. He suddenly thought about it and put the five yuan into the cloth bag.
Now that the matter is over, who do you love? So what if that kid really knows Mr. Cheng? Everyone is making money, why should I be angry with that bastard?
Huh, as long as you can earn some money and pay it on time, Master Cheng can't make any mistakes. This is the most reasonable thing!
Thinking of this, You San raised his head. At this time, he found that except for the three little guys at the wine table who were just sipping loose beers and stuffing rice noodles into their mouths, the short-headed guy and the big guy both stopped holding chopsticks and were talking.
She looked at him blankly, with an inquiring look in her eyes.
He quickly pretended to be nonchalant and raised his glass.
"Come on, do it!"
Don’t worry about having fun now, be careful about making a list in the future!
Hong Yanwu looked through the glass window at the thieves eating and drinking in the restaurant from a distance, and suddenly he remembered Zhang Gazi's words.
How good are these words? What happened today has completely proved a truth. Face is really not given by others, you have to earn it by yourself. Political power comes from the barrel of a gun. Absolutely.
To be honest, Hong Yanwu really wanted to skin these thieves one by one. But he had spent enough time in the cell in his previous life, and he couldn't afford to go back in again. So he had to control the urge to take action and chose to leave amid ridicule.
restaurant.
However, he didn't really swallow his anger. Just now, he didn't go far after leaving the restaurant. Instead, he blended into the crowd and pretended to leave, but secretly he was watching behind him. As soon as the three little boys who came out to look around came back.
He immediately turned back to the restaurant and walked back. His intention was to wait outside. As soon as the thieves left after eating, he would wait for an opportunity to find a remote place and finish the matter safely.
His luck was indeed not bad. Soon, he found such a good place for observation at the fork south of the restaurant. This was behind an iron house that stored debris for the boiler room of the train station, that is, in the leeward direction.
There were few people, and from here through the glass window of the restaurant, you could clearly see the back of the big man and the dark face across the table.
However, this seemingly leisurely waiting was not pleasant. After a while, Hong Yanwu's stomach began to protest loudly, "Gurgling". At the same time, the smell of food in the air suddenly changed.
It was even more tempting and made him start to laugh unconsciously.
He was really hungry. Not to mention that he was still a starving ghost when he was dying in his previous life. Even today after traveling back in time, he didn't have any water or rice in the morning. But there was nothing he could do if he was hungry. He couldn't buy anything?
In fact, not all the money was stolen. A few steel bungees were still in the trouser pockets. They were worth 13 cents, which was enough for two sesame cakes. Unfortunately, there were no food stamps and the restaurant did not sell them.
Not to mention, people always feel extremely cold when they are hungry, and Hong Yanwu soon started to shiver again. So, he began to try various ways to relieve the cold, running, jumping, and rubbing his hands and face.
ear.
Nothing else, he was just hoping that this group of thieves would come out quickly. Unfortunately, it backfired. Through the glass, he actually saw Triangle Eyes bringing two more beers to the table, which made him itchy with hatred.
"Are you done yet? You'll be done with it when you're full. What's the point of drinking stupidly? Don't you have any practice in the afternoon? You guys are stupid. Your craftsmanship is already good, but you're so drunk that you can't sell anything..."
Amid Hong Yanwu's secret curses, the thieves finally drank quite quickly, and soon all the beer was gone.
At this time, the wind seemed to have subsided a little, and the sun had turned around and shone over. Under the bright sunshine, Hong Yanwu's clothes began to become soft and warm. In addition, he exercised for a while and the effect was obvious, and his body gradually became warm.
Things seemed to be moving in a good direction, which made Hong Yanwu feel a lot better. He was really tired after standing for a long time.
So, he rubbed his legs and squatted down to take a rest. Unexpectedly, he had just squatted half of his body when a long-sounding shout came from behind him.
"Ouch - mother - what are you doing here!"
This was the voice of a middle-aged woman. Her voice was bright and confident, and her voice was no less loud than shouting from a loudspeaker.
When Hong Yanwu turned around, behind him was a fat middle-aged woman in her fifties. Her face looked like she had captured a prey, and she was pointing at him with her arm representing justice. The red sleeve band on her right arm,
It's three bright white characters - Inspector.
Hong Yanwu was confused when the aunt scolded her again. "Young man, why are you shitting here?"
Just this sound caused white hair to appear on Hong Yanwu's forehead. With a grimace on his face, he quickly said, "I...I...don't?"
"You still say no? I have to take off your pants."
"No, I... I'm just tired and squatting for a while."
"Where can't you squat? You have to find a place like this where you can carry people? Can't you rest in the waiting room? Is it too crowded for you to go to the square? Such a big place can't accommodate you."
This serious aunt was sure that Hong Yanwu was going to do something about Ma Tai. She kept pressing him step by step, and he was really speechless. And because of his inability to explain, the aunt thought that she was even more dazzling.
"Okay. I've seen a lot of people like you. Lao Ta'er (a joking name for farmers in dialect) comes into the city, wearing corduroy, a felt hat on his head, and a hemp rope around his waist. He buys a bottle of soda and doesn't know how to return the bottle. Look.
It’s a ball game, you don’t know how to win or lose, you can’t find the toilet, even if you’re in a corner..."
Auntie talks very sharply, like a machine gun.
Hong Yanwu was shot so hard that his face turned pale and his lips trembled. "Auntie, my dear auntie, I was wronged..."
The aunt's expression was calm and unmoved. "Aunt, I am fifty this year, but I never rub sand in my eyes. Young man, I have been staring at you for a long time. Were you looking around just now to avoid people? This proves that you are also guilty.
, I know this is wrong. You, aunt, I understand. It’s your first time in the capital and you can’t find a toilet, right? But you can’t solve it here? This is the capital. When people come to the capital, they all take photos as souvenirs. You can’t give it to the capital.
Let’s leave a piece of poop as a souvenir, right?”
Hong Yanwu watched as people were gradually attracted by the noise here, and his scalp exploded. "Aunt, aunt. I was really wrong. Please keep your voice down..."
"Ashamed? There is help. But it is not enough for you to know that you are wrong. The key is to realize the mistake from the root. The capital is not the capital of you or me alone, but the capital of the whole country. Public health needs all of us.
people……"
The aunt was still teaching her slowly and earnestly. At this time, You San'er and a group of six people burped and opened the door curtain and walked out of the restaurant. Their little faces were all red from drinking, and they walked out of the square while chatting.
When Hong Yanwu saw it, he immediately became more anxious. He didn't dare to delay any longer and tried his best to apologize to his aunt.
"I promise to correct my mistakes when I know they are wrong, and I will never make them again. I will review them carefully when I go back. Do you think it's okay? I'll leave right away..."
"Forget it, forget it. You are not well-dressed, so there will be no fine this time. Let me point it out to you... there is a toilet over there. You have to urinate standing up, and you have to squat in a pit to defecate. Be careful when you go in, but
Don't step on it..."
Unexpectedly, the aunt was really a kind-hearted person and didn't make it difficult for her anymore. Hong Yanwu was happy, thanked her and hurriedly chased her out.
And the kind-hearted aunt couldn't help but shake her head and smile as she watched his figure go away, "This young man seems to be really depressed..."
But just after she finished reciting, the aunt seemed to remember something again, and hurriedly ran to chase Hong Yanwu. Unexpectedly, after chasing for a few steps, the aunt found that she couldn't keep up. So, she used all her energy and shouted loudly behind Hong Yanwu.
"Oh~! Young man! Is there any paper for wiping your butt? Auntie, there is paper here..."
This earth-shattering cry was like thunder in mid-air, and the whole square reverberated with echoes. For a moment, there was a "swishing" of wings, and the birds resting on the eaves and trees took to the air in fright.
Get up and scatter in all directions.
Hong Yanwu, who was running, felt more like being struck by a big thunderbolt. He staggered on the ground and almost fell to the ground like an "old man under the bed". In desperation, he had no choice but to turn around and wave to his aunt. Then, several passengers around him were stunned.
Paying attention, quickly ran away.
The aunt looked at Hong Yanwu's back, but the folds on her face bloomed, revealing a confident and satisfied smile.
Just now, she used her fiery life and work enthusiasm to once again resolutely defend the city appearance of the capital, defended the solemn health regulations, contributed to building a better motherland, and even saved a young man who was almost falling.
…
You San and his gang walked north through the square. Everyone was shaking a little in the walkway, like a group of ducks. They were obviously drunk.
They bumped into several passers-by one after another along the way. Instead of apologizing, they yelled and scolded each other. Those who were bumped were all confused tourists who had just arrived in the capital. No one dared to provoke them, and they all thought they were unlucky. This
The bastard was so unreasonable and arrogant that he wandered all the way to the door of the small shop at the northern end of the square.
Hong Yanwu stared at their backs from a distance and chased after them without stopping. He was hidden in the crowd and watched You San take out a small cloth bag from his side pocket.
As soon as You San opened the bag, Hong Yanwu's eyes lit up. There were a lot of brown-red bills in the bag, which made him feel that Uncle Xue's money must be inside.
However, You San did not touch these big tickets. He only took out some change and tickets, counted them before entering the store. After a while, he walked out with five packs of cigarettes.
You San had two packs of cigarettes for himself, and the rest were divided among several of his subordinates. Afterwards, they did not return to the square, but walked westward with cigarettes in their mouths, chatting and laughing, and ran to the moat together.
There were few people there, which suited Hong Yanwu's wishes. He looked at the backs of You San and the others, licked his chapped lips and smiled ferociously.
Grandson, let you have a good time for a while, and grandpa will operate on you. Today, why don't you get Nalong (jargon, specifically refers to repairing the problem of loose bicycle axles. This is because when riding a bicycle with this problem, because
The shaking of the tire causes the tire tracks to become distorted, which is called "painting a dragon", so repairing it is called "taking the dragon". The extended meaning is to correct people with problems). We have spent these decades in vain.
You San and his group didn't pay attention to what was behind them at all, they just talked and laughed and wandered around casually. Hong Yanwu clung to the brick wall and followed slowly behind.
The most important thing in tracking is not to "wake up" (slang, meaning to be discovered by) the target. Hong Yanwu is experienced and specializes in using telephone poles and willow trees by the river to cover his tracks, and keeps at least thirty meters away from You San and the others.
Although the distance is far away, he is absolutely sure that as long as the person he "hangs" does not "wake up" (slang, referring to stalking), he cannot lose it no matter what.
Hong Yanwu followed You San and his group, and finally walked into a secluded alley. After entering the alley, he turned two turns left, then right, and then You San and others walked towards a three-way intersection deep in the alley.
Hong Yanwu did not follow him, but hid behind the corner of the alley's last right turn to observe. He had been here before and vaguely remembered that this place was probably called Dongzhuang Santiao. What was special was that there was a public park next to this three-way intersection.
Toilets. And toilets often have special meaning to thieves.
As expected, the group of people walked all the way to the door of the men's restroom. Cuntou and the big guy went in together first, but Yousan and the three little ones stayed at the door to smoke.
Hong Yanwu had expected this. These people didn't come here just to go to the toilet.
But just when he was full of excitement, there was a crisp sound of chains in the distance. After a while, a bicycle pedaled over from the alley south of the Sanchakou toilet.
The man riding the bicycle was about twenty years old, wearing a semi-greasy work clothes. He was probably a young worker who was going to work the evening shift after lunch. He was not riding fast, and was obviously very leisurely, with a bit of a "joyride" feel.
When he passed the toilet at the fork, he tilted his head and glanced at You San, and then rode towards Hong Yanwu, as if he was going to cross the alley here and walk to the moat.
Hong Yanwu quickly turned over and squatted against the wall, pretending to be nonchalant and waiting for the cyclist to pass by.
The sound of the chain became clearer and louder, like singing. After a while, the cyclist turned the corner. Perhaps he didn't expect that there was a cat around the corner. When the cyclist saw Hong Yanwu, his eyes suddenly froze. It was true.
To put it bluntly, he seemed to be shocked.
Hong Yanwu didn't pay much attention. As soon as they met, his attention was completely focused on the cyclist's bicycle. To be honest, if he took a quick look, he would know whether this bicycle was a three-gun, or a permanent, flying pigeon.
, he turned a blind eye. However, it happened to be the "Big Phoenix" that he was most familiar with. It had a 28-manganese steel full chain cover, an electroplated rear frame, and a rotating bell. It was absolutely original and "high-end."
This car brought back his memory almost immediately. The first bicycle he rode was a "Phoenix 18" robbed from the academy. From that time on, he had his own bicycle when he went out.
"Chariot". No matter what the reason is, whether it's for swimming, watching movies, outings, playing basketball, or having group fights, he will ride there. Or there may be no reason at all, just to ride around the streets, ranging from a few steps to 180 kilometers away.
The same is true for everything else.
At that time, he regarded "going out for a ride" as a great pleasure. He never expected that he would switch from one gun to another and drive a car in the future. He also did not expect that he would get tired of driving the car and even have a full-time driver. But.
No matter what, the cycling experience and fun of my youth have been imprinted in my bones. Once recalled, the feeling will always be as vivid as yesterday.
As the sound of the "Linlin staggering" chain gradually became smaller, the cyclist left. Hong Yanwu kept watching the "Big Phoenix" disappear around the corner behind him.