Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 577 589 [People are on the journey]

Hong Kong West Kowloon Station——
As one of the busiest ports between Hong Kong and the mainland, West Kowloon Station can be said to be the must-choice place for many Hong Kong people to go to the mainland.

At this moment, an ambulance with flashing red lights was parked 500 meters away from the station entrance.

The car door opened, and it was Song Zhichao's personal driver, Niu Xiong, who was driving, and the tall bald man Jin Jiu got out of the car immediately.

The two came to the back of the car and opened the rear door of the ambulance, only to see Song Zhichao changing clothes inside. He changed his original black suit into a very ordinary blue-gray denim jacket.

In Hong Kong in this era, denim is fashionable, especially after the king of China Hua Tsai performed the "If There Is Love" in denim, the streets of Hong Kong are basically fashionable young people wearing this kind of denim.

Next to her, Li Jiaxin was still dressed in a pink nurse's outfit. The charming and charming appearance stunned the two big men, Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong --- the lethality of beauties is evident.

"Do you really want to wear such clothes? I still think you look more handsome in a suit." Li Jiaxin smiled and helped Song Zhichao button up.

"This way it's not easy to be seen through --- I'm going back to the mainland secretly this time, not on a trip." Song Zhichao buttoned up his jeans, and lifted up the waistband of his trousers.

"People know - but you look more handsome than Hua Tsai." Li Jiaxin said in a dainty voice.

"Really? How handsome?"

"Too handsome!" Li Jiaxin couldn't help giggling when she thought of the words Song Zhichao taught herself.

Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong: "..."

I feel like I'm superfluous—it's embarrassing to see the boss flirting with Miss Li.

Fortunately, Song Zhichao said to them at this time: "Where is my package, is it ready?"

"Ready." Jin Jiu hurriedly took out the bag he had prepared early in the morning, but it was a black sports backpack.

Song Zhichao glanced at the backpack, it was from Adidas, and frowned.

Jin Jiu hurriedly said: "You are in a hurry to explain, I was going to buy a more low-key one, but..."

"It doesn't matter, this brand is also very good." Song Zhichao took the backpack, opened it, and looked at it. There were temporary pass and other documents, cigarettes, lighters, toilet paper, chewing gum, etc., and thick Three stacks of US dollars, exactly [-].

Song Zhichao took out US dollars and tossed them to Jin Jiu, "You don't need so much—how much cash do you have?"

Jin Jiu touched it, and took out [-] Hong Kong dollars from his body, and Niu Xiong also took out [-] Hong Kong dollars.

Song Zhichao took it all, stuffed it into his backpack, and then told them: "I'm going back this time in secret, and you'll stay in Hong Kong for the time being, so as not to make the media suspicious—now you send Jiaxin back and take good care of her, OK? "

"No, people want to watch you leave." Li Jiaxin pulled Song Zhichao's hand, pouted and said coquettishly.

Song Zhichao patted her head, "Hey, you're so pretty, and you're a celebrity. You used to only cause a stir—now I can't reveal my identity." After speaking, he waved his hand, put on his backpack, turned around and walked away. Walk.

Li Jiaxin waved at him, her beautiful eyes flushed.

Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong looked at Song Zhichao's back, and they didn't feel good about it—you know, they have been with Song Zhichao all this time, they are inseparable, one acts as a bodyguard and the other acts as a driver, but now they can only watch Song Zhichao alone One can imagine their feelings as they embarked on the journey back to the mainland alone.

"Let's go, we should go back too." Jin Jiu said.

……

On the bus from Hong Kong to Pan Yu in mainland China——
I don't know how long it took.

Song Zhichao closed his eyes, put his backpack beside him, and heard the sound of crackling eggshells in his ears.

And then there's that... umm, that smell of hard-boiled eggs.

Song Zhichao opened his eyes, and saw a simple-looking man stuffing eggs into his mouth. Seeing Song Zhichao's gaze, the man smiled sarcastically and asked Song Zhichao: "Do you want to eat? I still have some." I took out a small plastic bag, and sure enough, there were seven or eight tea eggs in it.

Song Zhichao shook his head and smiled.

Next to him, a woman in a red woolen coat swept her nose and complained to the simple and honest man: "Mainlanders? You really have no sense of public morality. You feel comfortable eating eggs, it stinks!"

Then he turned to Song Zhichao, "Don't you think that mainlanders are bad?"

It turned out that Song Zhichao was dressed in fashion, and women regarded Song Zhichao as a Hongkonger—unlike that simple and honest man, holding a fish skin bag with a white enamel teapot hanging on the bag, and wearing rough blue denim clothes. At first glance, he looks like a country bumpkin who came to Hong Kong to work from the mainland.

Song Zhichao smiled at the woman in red, showing his white teeth: "Sorry, I'm also from mainland China."

The woman in red: "..."

He turned his head in embarrassment, and muttered, "In short, mainlanders are really bad!"

Being ridiculed and reprimanded by the woman, the simple and honest man already felt very ashamed, unable to lift his head, and secretly put the peeled egg back into the plastic bag.

At this moment, hearing Song Zhichao say that he is also a mainlander, the honest man couldn't help but his eyes lit up, looked at Song Zhichao and said, "Really, are you also a mainlander?"

Song Zhichao nodded and said with a smile, "Why, it doesn't look like it?"

The simple and honest man nodded fiercely, "You look very fashionable, like a Hong Kong person."

"Whether you are from Hong Kong or mainland China, you are all Chinese, aren't you?"

"Uh——" Song Zhichao's words made the simple and honest man unable to turn around—you know, in the eyes of mainlanders, Hong Kong people in this era are a superior existence. What.

But soon, the simple and honest man asked again: "By the way, little brother, where are you going?"

I used to think that Song Zhichao was from Hong Kong, and the simple and honest man didn't dare to call him a brother, but now that he is also from the mainland, he took the initiative to make out.

"Go home for the New Year," Song Zhichao said.

"Are you from Panyu?"

"No, I'm from Nandu—I have friends in Panyu."

"Oh, no wonder you speak Cantonese so well." The simple and honest man nodded, "I'm from Dongguan, everyone likes to call me Dongguan Tsai."

"Oh, my name is Chao, you can call me Chaozi." Song Zhichao stretched out his hand.

The simple and honest man saw that Song Zhichao's hands were so clean, with slender fingers, and they were even more beautiful than the hands playing the piano in the movie, so he quickly wiped his hands on his clothes, and then held Song Zhichao's hand, holding it a little jerky. shook hands.

"I work for others in Hong Kong. To be precise, I tie steel bars and cement for them on the construction site-what about you, what do you do?" Dongguan Tsai asked.

"Well, start a small business." Song Zhichao said.

"Business? No wonder." Dong Guanzai suddenly realized, "You look different from us big bastards. You are white and clean, like a scholar."

Song Zhichao smiled, "Really?"

"That's right -- it's good to read more books. At the beginning, my father forced me to study, but I couldn't get in. Now I can only come to Hong Kong to work hard." Dong Guanzi said with a sigh.

Song Zhichao smiled, and just wanted to comfort the other party, but felt the bus shake suddenly, as if the brakes were slammed, and he couldn't help leaning forward.

Suddenly, there was a lot of cursing in the car.

"What are you doing? Can you drive?"

"Almost hit my head!"

"Fall on the street!"

"Top you a lung!"

Everyone was cursing, but the driver stared and pointed outside, unable to speak because of nervousness.

Those who were closer to the front could see clearly, and saw four people outside, riding two motorcycles, stopping in front of the bus.

The four got out of the car, wearing helmets, holding lethal weapons --- watermelon knife, machete, and staring fiercely at the bus.

"Is this... robbery?"

Everyone opened their mouths.

(End of this chapter)