Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 566 577 [Kowloon Walled City]

Hong Kong, Kowloon City——
The sky was gloomy, and soon, it began to rain heavily.

In Hong Kong's subtropical climate, heavy rain is the most common, but it was not as violent as today.

The raindrops fell from the sky to the ground like sifting beans, making shallow pits in the ground, hitting the branches and leaves, making the branches and leaves shake wildly, and hitting people's faces, causing burning pain.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the entire sky was already frighteningly dark. Looking around, it was all covered with rain, and no one could be seen on the road.

Occasionally, a few taxis honked their horns and drove staggered with their high beams on. The whole world seemed to have entered a nirvana space.

"This damn weather, my mother, Puyou!" Amin, the fish ball guy, looked up at the heavy rain, stayed in his leaky shed, and kept scolding his mother.

Ah Ming, the fish ball guy, has been selling fish balls in this place for a long time. When Kowloon City was not called Kowloon City, but Kowloon Walled City, A Ming had already started selling fish balls here.

Ah Ming's fish balls are very famous. Even though the Kowloon Walled City was in chaos back then, and the four major detectives were helpless against the heroes of the Walled City, Ah Ming, the fish ball guy, was still able to set up a stall here and stand firm.

To tell the truth, since the era of the four major detectives, A Ming has made a lot of money, and logically speaking, he should have stayed at home to enjoy the blessings of his children; unfortunately, A Ming's life is not good, his wife got lung cancer, and spent a lot of money. A lot of money, the money that was originally used to sell fish balls to save money to buy a store was also invested in it-in the end, his wife’s life was not saved, and the fish ball guy Amin still had no house, no shop, and could only continue to sell in such a broken place His fish balls.

At this time, there were not many guests in the shed. To be precise, there were only two tables in total. The first table was a pair of junior high school men and women, wearing white school uniforms of vocational schools. They looked like the kind of young couple who skipped class and stuck together. , laughing from time to time, the fish balls placed in front of him were almost cold, and I didn't eat a few bites.

Sitting on another table was a man with a burly build, a small crew cut, and a dark green denim dress. The clothes were very old and wrinkled, which was incompatible with the fashionable atmosphere of Hong Kong. He looked like an old hat who came here from the mainland. Especially with those green rubber shoes under his feet, it was even more earthy.

For some reason, when Amin first saw this man, he felt that something was about to happen.After staying in Kowloon City for so long, and doing this kind of business, Amin has never seen anyone. The rough-looking man in front of him is burying his head in eating fish balls. Even on rainy days, he eats his head full Khan, he ordered bowl after bowl, as if this was his last meal, and ate like a voracious one.

Seeing this, Amin became more concerned.

Although his shop is small, he doesn't want to have an accident.

In fact, Amin’s store had a lot of incidents before, especially those clubs that hacked people and so on. It’s just that in the 90s, everyone has become gentle, and people in the rivers and lakes don’t care about money. When it comes to fighting and killing, that kind of fighting with weapons is much reduced.

When Amin was thinking wildly, too much rainwater accumulated on the canopy, and it became a weight on the shed, and some of it flowed in through the gap and onto Amin's face.

"My God—I can't live through this day!" Amin complained in his heart, so he had to take a slender bamboo pole and use one end to poke the water. The water dripped all over the floor.

Just then, a man came in from the outside with an umbrella.

In the black rain curtain, like a ghost, maybe the sound of the rain suppressed his footsteps, if Amin hadn't turned his head, he would never have known that someone had come in.

With a snap, the man closed the umbrella he was holding, and the black canvas umbrella was held upside down in his hand, dripping rain from above.

"Welcome, sir? What do you want to eat?" It was rare for a guest to come to the door in such a ghostly weather, and Amin rushed to greet him and warmly entertained him.

"A curry fish ball." The man said.

A Ming just wanted to find a cleaner seat for the other party, when he saw the man walking directly towards the rough man with his head buried in eating fish balls without saying a word.

A Ming was stunned for a moment, then saw the appearance of the Umbrella Man clearly under the faint light in the shed - he looked very gentle, with meticulously combed hair, wearing black-rimmed glasses, a black suit, and leather shoes on his feet , even though it was raining outside, the leather shoes were clean, obviously came by car.

A Ming wanted to look at the other person a few more times, but the man suddenly turned his head and looked at A Ming intentionally or unintentionally.

Embarrassed, Amin hurriedly yelled: "One serving of curry fish balls!" Immediately, he went to make fish balls.

The umbrella man walked to the rough man's seat and sat down without making a sound. Then he leaned the umbrella against the heel of the table, took out a blue handkerchief embroidered with English letters from his pocket, and wiped the rain-stained handkerchief. cheek, wiped his hands again, and then folded it again and put it in his arms.

From the time the umbrella man sat down, the rough man who buried his head in eating fish balls never raised his head, and was still eating fish balls with sweat profusely. , there is not a drop of soup left.

"Sir, your curry fish balls are ready!" Amin suddenly appeared, and placed the steaming curry fish balls in front of the umbrella man.

The Umbrella Man said thank you to Amin, who was waiting to collect the money, with a straight face.

Amin: "..."

Rubbing your hands, there are not many people anyway, so you can settle the accounts after eating.

Amin leaves.

The umbrella man glanced at the steaming fish balls in front of his eyes, gently pushed the fish balls to the rough man with his hands, and said, "Eat more."

The rough man hiccupped and glanced at the fish ball: "I'm full."

"If you have something to eat, try to eat as much as possible. You know, this job for you is very dangerous." The umbrella man said.

"I look at money to work - if you have a lot of money, you can give you your life." The rough man said harshly.

"I don't want your life, your life is of no use to me." The umbrella man said softly, "I want someone else's life."

"Who is the target?" The rough man's eyes showed a fierce look.

The umbrella man took out the wallet from his pocket, opened it, took out a photo, put it on the table, pressed it with his fingers, and pushed it over.

The rough man wiped his mouth with his hands, reached out to pick up the photo, and looked at——
In the photo, it was a very handsome young man, wearing a black windbreaker with a white suit inside, smiling, standing beside a luxurious Mercedes-Benz, with a cigarette in his hand, using the cigarette holder The little finger scratches the tip of the left eyebrow --- against the sunlight, the whole person looks more graceful than many Hong Kong superstars.

The rough man had no expression on his face, flipped through the photo, and there were three words written on the back of the photo --- Song Zhichao!
(End of this chapter)