Violators Club

Chapter 64 Shabu Shabu
Chapter 64 Shabu Shabu

Tsim Sha Tsui, a very ordinary old building.

On the off-white marble floor, some areas of the furniture have become moldy due to humidity.

In the small kitchen, the virtuous daughter is cooking a quail protein fructose syrup. This is a delicacy handed down from their family. It is a taste that belongs to their family. Smelling the familiar smell, the old man can't help but think of that day summer.

The weather was very hot, and his wife was wearing a floral dress. At that time, Xiangjiang was not well developed, and the material life was far less rich than it is now, but it didn't feel difficult at all.

It's not like now, yesterday I went to the real estate company to look at the house.

Good guy, after taking a little look at the house price, I feel that the hard work of most of my life is worth half a suite.

This made the father-in-law click his tongue involuntarily, marveling at the fact that housing prices have risen too fast. If I bought a few houses when I was young, wouldn't it be time to pay for it now?

"boom!"

The sound of the teapot falling on the table disturbed the father-in-law's contemplation. He glanced at the son-in-law who was sitting upright not far away with a cautious face. Thinking of his daughter's instructions to him before entering the door, a look of helplessness flashed in the father-in-law's eyes.

He thought about it and decided to give his daughter some face.

Picking up the freshly brewed tea from the table, the father-in-law took a sip: "Have you heard? Gandhi was arrested and imprisoned."

The son-in-law was stunned for a moment, and he looked at the old man in surprise:
"Isn't it? He's a triad boss."

When people are old, they like to show off. Looking at the curious and doubtful eyes of the son-in-law, the corners of the father-in-law's mouth can't help but curl up, with a bit of pride in his brows: "Are you doubting me? Let me tell you, I saw it with my own eyes last night. Just in Kowloon, a large group of policemen came."

Just as the father-in-law's voice fell, the son-in-law scratched his head:

"Are you sure, how did I hear that the massager was arrested?"

This made the old man frown involuntarily, he snorted, and retorted subconsciously:

"Who did you hear the fake news from?"

But to the embarrassment of the old man, the son-in-law in front of him didn't seem to understand what he said, and directly retorted: "My brother-in-law, he is a poor man from Sham Shui Po. He was seconded to Tsim Sha Tsui yesterday to help, saying that he is to clean up the society. atmosphere."

This made the old man's eyes flash with embarrassment.

He went to see the house yesterday, and played cards with his neighbors in the evening.

It was impossible to see the police take Gandhi.

He even heard the news when he went to the vegetable market this morning, and facing his son-in-law was a steady and ruthless blow.

Some embarrassing old father-in-law tried to stay calm, staring at him threateningly:

"I think it should be the police's confidentiality agreement, so your brother-in-law didn't tell you the truth, what do you think?"

After all, it was chosen by my daughter, so what can my father-in-law do?
But what he didn't expect was that there seemed to be something wrong with the son-in-law's head. Instead of restraining himself, he had a smug look on his face: "How is it possible? He dare not lie to me. After all, my father hasn't agreed to let my sister marry me." give him."

Seeing his son-in-law's proud and complacent face, the father-in-law felt his teeth itch with hatred, and he really wanted to say something to his son-in-law-are you not afraid that I won't let my daughter marry you?
Fortunately, the next moment, the daughter who was making soup in the kitchen came out, and she slapped her son-in-law on the back of the head with her backhand:

"boom!"

A look of helplessness and coquettishness flashed in his eyes:

"Shut up, you idiot."

The son-in-law scratched his head and looked at his daughter innocently, the confusion in his eyes seemed to say - why did you hit me?
The daughter ignored it, she glared at her boyfriend, then shook her head helplessly:
"Dad, don't be as knowledgeable as he is, he's a guy who sometimes messes with his head."

Looking at his daughter and then at his son-in-law, the father-in-law sighed with complicated emotions: "Well, I can see it."

"Goooooooo~"

In the off-white porcelain basin, under the heat of the charcoal fire at the bottom, the milky white soup is bubbling.

Han Chen put a piece of mutton roll in it, rinsed it lightly a couple of times, and put it into his mouth without taking any seasoning, with a smile on his face: "It's delicious, it really is Wen Zheng, do you know where it is?" The shabu-shabu is the best."

Wen Zheng rolled his eyes and looked at Han Chen sarcastically:

"I don't have much appetite, it's better to eat some vegetables."

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of vegetable and put it in his mouth.

Today is the second day after Gandhi was arrested. The three people present here are all the top leaders in Xiangjiang. They gathered together to discuss how to deal with Gandhi.

Someone wanted to help Gandhi, someone wanted to make peace, and the other one was making peace.

Both parties have their own reasons. Wen Zheng is the youngest of the three present, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that Gandhi fell into the hands of the Ni family this time.

Wen Zheng is the youngest and the weakest of all people. He helped Gandhi not because he had a good relationship with Gandhi, but because he was worried that after the Ni family cleaned up Gandhi, he would be the next one to clean up Gandhi.

And the one who was unwilling to help Gandhi was Guohua. He was the oldest of them all, and his power was second only to Gandhi.

In fact, he also wanted to help Gandhi, but the problem is that this time Gandhi did not fall into the hands of the Ni family, but fell into the hands of the Xiangjiang police, and it was caused by a traitor named Pineapple under Gandhi.

Guohua is unwilling to wade into this dirty water, after all, this is not the Ni family but the official family.

Even if I want to find trouble, I can only find trouble with the police, and it is impossible to find the hands of the Ni family. If the two sides really fight, it will be the Ni family who will take advantage of the fisherman in the end.

As for niggers?

He doesn't have any big ideas. If everyone is willing to help Gandhi, he will definitely contribute.

If everyone is willing to help Gandhi, he will certainly not be in the limelight.

That is, when the two sides were arguing endlessly, similar to the scene a few years ago, when everyone gathered together to eat shabu-shabu, the smiling Han Chen came over, which made everyone curse inwardly.

Han Chen didn't care, he had a Maitreya-like kind smile on his face:

"Coincidentally, judging by my body shape, I know that I like to eat meat."

Among the three, Wen Zheng is the youngest, and compared to the other two, his energy-raising skills are the worst.

Looking at Han Chen's cheerful look, Wen Zheng's eyes flashed with sullenness, he slapped the table and asked:

"Okay, stop playing with such nonsense, Ah Chen, what do you and Ah Xiao mean?"

Following Wen Zheng's attack, he watched the other two look at him.

Han Chen shrugged, picked up a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of soup, and took a sip: "Don't look at me, Gandhi's matter has nothing to do with me, as you all know, Mr. Ni and I are good citizens, do you eat meat?" ?”

Wen Zheng frowned subconsciously, and said directly:
"I'm not hungry."

Han Chen ignored it. He turned the spoon twice in the porcelain pot. Looking at the clear bottom of the pot and the meat and vegetables on the table, he put down the spoon with emotion:
"It's a pity, I ate the only piece of meat in the pot."

Then he turned his head to look at the black ghost Guohua next to him, and with a smile like Maitreya Buddha, he pointedly said: "Nigger, Guohua, are you hungry? Although the meat is gone, there are still so many vegetables on the table , very delicious."

There was meat on the table, and there were two big plates. Except for the slice that Han Chen ate first, the rest remained unchanged.

After all, everyone is here today to discuss matters, not to eat.

And Han Chen's words obviously meant something.

The wily Guohua reacted the fastest. If the table in front of him was likened to Gandhi, the mutton and vegetables around him would be Gandhi's corpse.

When Han Chen said that the meat was gone, he meant that the Ni family wanted to eat Gandhi’s meat, and the piece of meat that the other party ate at the first time indicated that he would share a lot of good things with the Ni family, but this did not mean that the other three families would eat Gandhi’s meat. No need to eat.

Because besides the meat, there are also vegetables on the table, as well as that pot of delicious soup!
So the next moment, a smile appeared on Guohua's face, and he enthusiastically put the vegetables in front of him into the pot: "We are all good friends, it is difficult to get together, Wen Zheng, let me help you boil some vegetables."

The nigger next to him reacted very quickly. He actually didn't care whether he ate meat or vegetables. What he thought was that since the Ni family was willing to carve up Gandhi with him, would it mean that the relationship between the two parties could be eased?

Everyone can clearly see the momentum of the Ni family in these years.

The nigga didn't want to end up with himself one day, and he didn't have any conflicts with the Ni family, so this was a good opportunity for him.

So the next moment, the nigger also poured the vegetables in front of him into the boiling pot, and his previous stiff expression suddenly became enthusiastic: "Yes, eat vegetables, eat vegetables! Their soup base is real. Not bad!"

Wen Zheng's face was very ugly. Gandhi was missing, and now there are two rebels. He was so angry that he wanted to throw the table in front of him.

But looking at Guohua and the nigger who were getting along with Han Chen, Wen Zheng still didn't dare to lift the table in the end.

Again, among all the people here, his strength is the weakest.

He wanted to lift the table, but the table was too heavy for him to lift!

PS: There is one more update. Vaccination in the afternoon, go home and sleep for a while.

Didn't spend a penny, popularized by the whole people, a comparison between China and foreign countries?

To tell the truth, our country is too good!

(End of this chapter)