Dui's surname is Lin, he is 20 years old this year. He is a native of Kowloon City.
He also has a mother and brother in his family. His father was a member of the community, and when he was still young, he was killed in a fight between the communities.
His elder brother Ah Shan dropped out of school early to join the club. After years of fighting and fighting, he became the boss, the middle-level leader. As one of the red sticks in the club, he had the right to charge for half a street and could set up shop to recruit juniors.
Already.
Dui did not join a club. After finishing elementary school, he worked around and took on the responsibility of taking care of his mother.
He is kind and hard-working, and because of his honesty, he is nicknamed "Dumb" by everyone.
Ah Shan knows that he has many enemies. For the safety of his family, he has not lived at home since he joined the club. He only occasionally goes home late at night to visit his mother and younger brother.
Ah-Dai was also told by his brother to work outside on weekdays and never mentioned his relationship with Ah-Shan or the club.
More than ten years have passed, and except for the old neighbor who has a very good relationship with his family, no one else knows about their relationship.
In Xiangjiang, associations have traditions and are legal organizations. It is not an absolute derogatory term. The key lies in what the association and individuals do.
Many of the Hong Kong police officers are members of the society or have close ties with it.
Ren's father had watched them grow up. For Ah Shan, Ren's father was angry and uncontroversial, but for Ah-Dai, he was very caring.
Chef Cao needed manpower to open a restaurant, and it happened that Ah-Dai had worked in a small restaurant for a long time, from waiter to chef, and had done all the other jobs except chef. So Ren's father introduced Ah-Dai to Chef Cao.
In this way, the staff structure of Cao Ji Private Restaurant is set up. The owner and chef is Chef Cao, the waiter Zheng Peipei, the assistant cook Ah Dai, the proprietress Zheng Ziyun, and the volunteer helpers Cao Yong and Lisa.
Time flies, and it’s June 21st, which is the day before the opening.
Early in the morning, everyone got up early and went to the fifth floor, which is Cao Ji's private restaurant, and tidied up the clean room again.
Sun Dahai followed Chef Cao and Cao Yong downstairs and stood at the gate of Bafu Garden, waiting for the arrival of the master.
Sun Dahai was looking forward to the scene for a while.
In his previous life, he had watched a lot of relevant Xiangjiang film and television dramas, but he had never seen it with his own eyes. He didn't know if the master was wearing Taoist robes, holding a peach wood sword, and performing rituals as he imagined.
That is, it is only 1982, otherwise Sun Dahai would really have the idea of starting a live broadcast and becoming an internet celebrity.
At 8 o'clock, Master took Zheng Ziwei's Mercedes-Benz and came downstairs.
The master's name is Jlee. He looks to be in his fifties or sixties. He has jet black hair and a slim build. He wears a pair of tortoiseshell glasses and a well-fitting short-sleeved Tang suit. He looks like an immortal and very energetic.
After everyone exchanged greetings, Jlee did not go upstairs. Instead, she went downstairs first, circling the entire building, stopping from time to time to look around, mumbling something, as if she was still calculating something.
Jlee also brought an assistant with him, carrying a big bag and following him all the time.
After looking around, he nodded and said to Chef Cao: "The surrounding environment is good, and the location of your store is well chosen. Let's go in and take a look."
Cao Yong led the way, and everyone gathered around Jlee and took the elevator to Cao Ji Private Restaurant.
After entering the house, Jlee's assistant took out a yellow silk bag from the bag and opened it. Sun Dahai saw that inside was an antique wooden compass with many symbols densely engraved on it.
The assistant respectfully handed the compass into Master Jlee's hands.
Jlee held the compass between her eyebrows with both hands and nodded to the compass with a solemn expression.
Then, he put down his hand and explained to everyone that this object was a magic weapon passed down from the ancestors of the master's family and has been around for more than a hundred years. It must be saluted every time it is used, which is a sign of respecting the master.
Jlee started to work.
He first looked around the restaurant inside and outside, including the kitchen, bathroom and utility room (the original worker's room). Then he returned to the hall, followed the guidance of the compass, walked back and forth, left and right, and finally chose a place against the wall.
position, instruct everyone to place the God of Wealth Incense table here.
Jlee handed the compass to the assistant, who wrapped the compass and put it in the bag, then took out a whisk and handed it to Jlee.
Jlee told the owner, Chef Cao, to wash his hands and wipe them clean. He himself stood next to the God of Wealth incense table, closing his eyes and meditating.
When Chef Cao came back, Jlee opened his eyes. He faced the incense table and chanted scriptures.
After reading the scripture, Jlee used a dust whisk to wipe the top and left and right sides of the incense table three times each, and told Chef Cao to take out the talisman that was given to him last time.
Jlee stacked the talismans in a weird way and placed them in the middle of the incense table. He then directed Chef Cao to bring the bronze God of Wealth statue to the incense table and hold down the talismans.
The rest was simple. The assistant took out a gilded copper incense burner and placed it in front of the statue of the God of Wealth. Jlee instructed Chef Cao to come forward and add incense to the God of Wealth's head.
When putting on the incense, the assistant was not idle either. He picked out apples, oranges and bananas from the fruits prepared by Chef Cao and put them on plates. There were three plates in total, five on each plate, and handed them to Chef Cao to place on the incense table.
The ceremony was completed. Chef Cao invited Master Jlee and his assistant to sit down and drink tea. Zheng Ziwei and others chatted with Jlee.
At this time, the assistant told Chef Cao a lot of things to pay attention to. On every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, incense and fruit must be offered before 8 a.m., and the fruits can be removed after 8 pm for people to eat. What types and quantities of fruits are required?
Odd numbers, odd numbers are yang, even numbers cannot be given unless the wish is fulfilled, etc.
Sun Dahai listened with great interest at first, but then he became confused.
But fortunately, it seems that Chef Cao is no better than me. His fat face can be made into an emoticon, all he needs is the word "stunned" written on it.
Or is it difficult for outsiders to integrate into the local life? Zheng Ziwei, Father Ren and Mother Ren, three original Xiangjiang people, all agreed with their faces.
The two said goodbye to everyone and prepared to leave.
Chef Cao sent the two of them downstairs, where Zheng Ziwei's driver and car were waiting downstairs.
Zheng Ziwei also chased after him.
No matter what, Master Jlee and his assistants are very professional.
A free after-sales service. In addition to setting the location for the God of Wealth Statue, they also provided an incense burner and explained it in detail. This service attitude is outstanding, and I give it a five-star rating~!
After a while, the two came back.
"Brother, you are the same. How can I always ask you to spend money when I open this small shop? I don't understand this. If you tell me in advance, it will be done. How much did you give the master and his assistant just now? I
Give it to you."
"Forget it, brother-in-law. I know you don't understand this. This is not a fixed fee in the first place. It's all based on feeling. I told you in advance, I can't explain..."
Hearing this, Sun Dahai understood, and his emotions were in vain. Capitalist services all come at a cost.
"...Besides, we are a family. This little bit of my family property may be left to Xiaoyong when I leave. Why should we care about it~!"
There is a reason for this. Zheng Ziwei has an only daughter, Zheng Shuang, who was born in 1958 and is two years older than Cao Yong.
She studied art, and after graduating from college, she went to Gaul to further her studies. When she returned home a few years later, she brought back a boyfriend.
Zheng Ziwei fainted immediately. Isn't he just a foreign tramp? He had long hair in locks, an unkempt beard, and his clothes were all gaudy, with either patches or holes. Looking at their age, compared with Zheng Ziwei, he couldn't tell who was older and who was younger.
Zheng Ziwei was so angry that he almost carried him away.
For a week, the father and daughter quarreled every day and broke up. In the end, the determined Zheng Shuang took his things with him, followed his boyfriend, and embarked on the path of finding art without hesitation.
Zheng Ziwei fell seriously ill and almost died. The old housekeeper at home called Cao Yong, who was studying abroad in Cambridge.
Cao Yong took leave to go home and took good care of Zheng Ziwei in the hospital for nearly a month before he was able to turn the corner and slowly recover.
It has been five or six years since the incident happened, and there has been no news from Zheng Shuang. Zheng Ziwei gradually became heartbroken, forget it, just pretend that she no longer has this daughter...
