There is a couplet posted on the door: "On the day of the day, don't be conscientious; if you want gold or silver, don't have a bad heart!" Heng criticized, "There is a right way to do it!"
Lao Chaofeng, wearing reading glasses, looked carefully at the diamond-encrusted Rolex gold watch in his hand through the small window with a magnifying glass.
Shi Zhijian looked calm.
Silly Qiang looked excited. He had never expected that A Jian, who had always been so inconspicuous, could have such a superb skill. In front of everyone, he "smoothed" Dao Xiong's Rolex. Two words, amazing.
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After studying for a long time, Lao Chaofeng shouted: "An ordinary Rolex that is 80% new can be pawned for 5,000 yuan!"
"Are you mistaken? What is an ordinary Rolex? This one is inlaid with diamonds!" Shaqiang became anxious and shouted at Lao Chaofeng, "I bought it for tens of thousands, and you gave me five thousand to steal the money!"
Lao Chaofeng smiled slightly, returned the gold watch, and said coldly: "I naturally know whether it is good or not, and you decide whether it is good or not!"
"Of course it's inappropriate. You're blind and don't know the goods!"
Before Shaqiang finished speaking, Shi Zhijian pushed the gold watch toward the window and said, "Dang!"
Lao Chaofeng glanced at Shi Zhijian in surprise, "Are you really determined to be the Five Thousand? Aren't you afraid that I'll trick you?"
Shi Zhijian smiled, "When you open the door to do business, you can only trick me once, but if you trick me once, your reputation will be ruined. In the end, you can only trick yourself!"
Lao Chaofeng smiled and said, "That makes sense. Let's see. I can sell this watch for 8,000 yuan from Temple Street. If you don't redeem it, I'll give you another 1,000 yuan, for a total of 6,000 yuan!"
"No votes!" Shi Zhijian said simply.
Lao Chaofeng laughed and shouted again: "Ninety-percent new high-end Rolex for one piece! Die for it, no votes! Total six thousand yuan!"
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"Ajian, we must have been deceived. That old man clearly bullied us into not knowing the goods. He paid tens of thousands of gold Rolexes for only six thousand!"
"It's terrible this time. You didn't even ask for a ticket. What if Daoxiong chases us? He will hack us to death!"
"I think it's better to pay back the money and take the gold watch back. It's safer that way!"
The more Shaqiang thought about it, the more scared he became. He had never seen so much money in his life, and he felt that Shi Zhijian had done an incredible job.
Shi Zhijian ignored his thoughts and thought that the money in his hand was not enough.
If you go to the racecourse with 6,000 Hong Kong dollars, you can earn tens of thousands at most even if you win. It is simply impossible to earn 100,000 or 200,000 at once!
He didn't want to miss such a good horse racing opportunity, let alone make a small amount of money, unless he played something big and found a way to make money first and then place a bet!
Thinking of this, Shi Zhijian had a bold plan in his mind.
So, Shi Zhijian flagged down a rickshaw.
The rickshaw stopped, he took the white handkerchief around his neck and bounced the seat, then asked Shi Zhijian to get on.
Shi Zhijian got into the car and saw Shaqiang still muttering to the side, so he said: "Why are you still standing there? If you don't want to be hacked to death by Daoxiong's people, get in the car quickly!"
Shaqiang was startled when he heard this. He jumped into the car and asked, "Where are you going?"
Shi Zhijian did not answer him, but said to the rickshaw driver: "Excuse me, go to the best dress shop in Mong Kok!"
"Okay, sir, sit still!" The coachman smiled and put the white handkerchief around his neck. The wheels of the carriage spun on the spot, the spokes made a soft sound, and the two of them rushed towards Mong Kok.
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In Hong Kong in the 1960s, the world's top famous brands had just landed in Hong Kong. If people with a little money wanted to wear western clothes, they had to go to Gui Lao's tailor shop to order them. Later, some local tailors in Hong Kong also opened western clothes shops, among which the brand
The biggest one is "Zhang Huohai"!
"Zhang Huohai" in this era is the representative of suit brands, and many wealthy people like to have their suits tailored here.
And Zhang Huohai himself relied on this craft to support his whole family, including the youngest and the youngest, and the future King of Hong Kong "Leslie Cheung"!
Mong Kok Business District----
Shi Zhijian took Shaqiang into "Zhang Huo Haiyang Clothing Store".
The store displays a variety of men's and women's dresses. According to the store's regulations, customers can choose and buy according to the styles on the models. After purchasing the styles, they select the fabrics, and finally determine the sizes before customizing.
Shaqiang sniffed his nose hard, and the store was filled with the smell of women's perfume, which smelled very good.
Shi Zhijian asked the boss directly if he had any ready-made clothes for sale.
The boss directly answered no, and emphasized again: "Our store only tailors clothes and sews them all by hand. You may not know that I have also made clothes for the Hollywood star Gary Glatter."
Shi Zhijian took out one hundred and said, "This is considered an expedited fee. Do you have any ready-made clothes?"
Without saying a word, Zhang Huohai took out a white suit from the inner room and said, "Sir, you are very lucky. This suit is worth one thousand and fourteen. The customer paid the deposit and hasn't taken it away yet. If you don't mind, you can try it on!"
Shi Zhijian has a tall and straight figure and a natural sense of clothes. With his white suit on, he immediately looks more handsome.
"It's so suitable!" The boss clapped his hands and praised, wondering if Shi Zhijian was a disguised young man from Hong Kong. He was so heroic.
Silly Qiang's mouth twitched because this suit cost Shi Zhijian 1,500 yuan!
Shi Zhijian then chose a brown crocodile leather wallet, which was soft and comfortable, filled it with money, and put it in his arms.
"Sir, do you still want the clothes you changed into? Let me help you put them on?" the boss asked.
"No, please donate it to a nearby Christian charity for me!" Shi Zhijian straightened his tie. It was sky blue and he didn't like it very much.
"Why don't you want it? You can still wear it!" Shaqiang said hurriedly.
Shi Zhijian glared at him.
"Ahem, then just donate, we don't need the money!"
To Shaqiang, Shi Zhijian is not a noble son, but a complete loser!
After leaving the dress shop, Shi Zhijian adjusted his posture, put his left thumb in the pocket of his suit vest, raised his chin slightly, and told Shaqiang: "From now on, don't call me Ajian, call me Young Master Shi!"
"You are A Jian. When did you become Mr. Shi?"
"Besides egg fried rice, what else do you want to eat?" Shi Zhijian threatened.
"Sugar cane!" Shaqiang licked his mouth and glanced at the roadside fruit stand.
"Then what is my name now?"
"Master Shi!"
"clever!"
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Half past two in the afternoon.
Shi Zhijian, who was dressed like a noble prince, took a rickshaw with Shaqiang as his follower and went directly to Sha Tin Racecourse.
Sha Tin Racecourse has always been a paradise for adventurers in Hong Kong and a holy place for countless gamblers.
Today is the statutory horse racing day, and the entire Sha Tin Racecourse has already been crowded with people.
Shi Zhijian and Shaqiang squeezed through the crowd and entered the racecourse. Looking around, they saw that everything was dark and filled with human heads.
"Wow, it's so lively here!" Shaqiang looked excited as he chewed half of the sugar cane.
Silly Qiang has been working hard at the dock, and at most he drinks and plays with others. The money he earns is not enough for him to eat and drink himself. Of course, he has no money to come here to bet on horse racing. It is his first time coming here, so he is very excited.
Shi Zhijian is not like him and has never seen the world. Dressed in a white suit, he stands out from the crowd.
"Sir, buy a box of cigarettes!" A little girl with disheveled hair hung a rope around her neck, and the rope was tied to a square tray with various cigarettes placed on it.
There are many such children in Hong Kong. They are basically twelve or thirteen-year-old children, mostly girls. They wear wooden clogs and short hexagrams, carry cigarettes and sell them everywhere. They are called "cigarette girls" by everyone.
"How much do cigars cost?" Shi Zhijian glanced at the cigarettes on display, including "Lucky Strike", "San Wu", and "Marlboro". The most expensive among them was "Cigar", but it was not the best "Cuban cigar."
", but the so-called "cigars for common people" come from private workshops, are poorly made, and have cheap tobacco leaves. Even so, ordinary people cannot afford to smoke them.
"Eight yuan a piece!" The little girl raised her head and blinked her bright eyes.
"Here's one!" Shi Zhijian took out ten yuan and handed it over, "That's a lot for a tip!"
"Thank you, sir, thank you!" The little girl nodded hurriedly in thanks.
With so many cigarettes, she could only get one or two cents for each box she sold, but Shi Zhijian gave a tip of two cents when buying a cigar.
"Sir, I'll give you a box of matches!" The little girl is also very good at business.
In this era, there were no local cigarettes or local matches in Hong Kong. Both cigarettes and matches either came from the UK or Portugal.
The words on the matches were basically all in English. The pattern was of a man stabbing a tiger with a javelin. The brand name was "Tiger Thorn". Shi Zhijian opened it and took out one, lit it with a cigar between his teeth, shook the match out, and then started to look around.
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The entire racecourse auditorium is divided into two areas. The largest area is for ordinary horse fans. Everyone is crowded together and sweaty, smelly, and the ground is covered with peel and confetti. The environment is extremely bad.
The other area is on the second floor of the racecourse. It is condescending and allows you to watch the competition more clearly. However, it is the territory of the rich. It is not only clean and tidy, but also provides drinks and even has young ladies with charming figures and pretty faces to accompany you.
Of course, these are not important. What is important is that there is a service on the second floor that is not available in ordinary auditoriums, and that is "bank lending."
Usually, in ordinary auditoriums, people who lose money can only borrow money from loan sharks, and those loan sharks in Hong Kong are staring at these fat guys like flies.
Those big banks don't bother to compete with these vampires for profit. Their target group is the rich people on the second floor.
Rich people rarely bring cash when betting on horse racing. Even if they do, what should they do if they lose all their money and still want to gamble? They borrow money directly from the bank. This loan is at least tens of thousands, unlike those poor people who only borrow a few dollars at a time.
Ten yuan, hundreds of yuan.
Shi Zhijian had 6,000 Hong Kong dollars on him. After excluding previous expenses, he still had more than 4,000 yuan. For Shi Zhijian, these funds were too little. If he wanted to play big games, he could only go to the second floor to collect money.
Just do it if you think of it!
Shi Zhijian took Shaqiang and walked directly towards the VIP area on the second floor.
Silly Qiang still looks confused-----
"Ajian, what do we do?"
"Ajian, aren't we going to the second floor?"
"Ajian, there's someone guarding that place!"
"Call me Young Master Shi!" Shi Zhijian corrected.
"Yes, Mr. Shi!"
Silly Qiang only felt that Shi Zhijian today was different from before. Whether it was a person or a job, he was confused.
