At the beginning, I want to quit the arena

Chapter 21 Meeting the Guest
Chu Kee Dining Room, No. 7 Wat Di Street, Shek Tong Tsui, Western District.

It was already past dinner time, and there were no other diners in this small fast food restaurant, only Ma Biao and the carriage cow walked around an old man in an apron, helping deliver ingredients from time to time.

"My char siu scrambled eggs are rarely seen by others, and I have a unique trick." The chef's old man has a kind face and is about [-] years old. At this time, he is wearing a chef's hat and an apron, and he is burning the pot with high heat. Drizzle some cooked lard into the pot, without deliberately observing the oil temperature, at least inhale the aroma of the lard a little bit, then throw in the chopped green onion to burst out the aroma, and then take the char siu that has been mixed with egg liquid in Mabia's hand Pour the diced meat into the pot and stir-fry several times over high heat. Finally, with a beautiful turning of the spoon, the char siu scrambled eggs are taken out of the pot and placed on the plate.

"Brother Feili, there are already four dishes. Be careful that the three of us can't eat enough to waste." The cow in the garage picked up the freshly baked char siu scrambled eggs, put it on a dining table, and said in his mouth.

The old man he called Brother Feili glanced at the table and nodded: "I'm too old to eat. I remember when you seven came to dinner, I wanted to fry more than a dozen dishes."

As he spoke, he took off his chef's hat, took off his apron, turned on the tap and washed his hands before walking to the dining table and sitting down.

Ma Biao picked up a jar of poorly packaged Wujiapi wine from the ground and put it on the table, opened the mud seal with a smile, and looked at Fei Li: "Has the rheumatism recurred in this period of time? I specially brought it for Brother Fei Li." It is hard to buy Wujiapi for removing dampness."

"Yongliwei's [-]-year-old wine?" Seeing the outer packaging of the Wujia skin, Fei Li's eyes lit up, smelling the fragrance of the wine, and his tone was full of nostalgia: "Braised chicken feet, money chicken, come again A pot of Yongli Wei. The wine is indeed not a good wine, but this advertisement on the radio station has stuck in my mind for so many years.”

"Try it, is it still the same taste as before?" The Chefang Niu took the wine jar, poured a glass for Fei Li, and said, putting it in front of Fei Li.

Fei Li picked it up and took a sip, aftertaste for a while, then pushed the glass: "I'm greedy, I shouldn't taste this, it ruined the impression it has left in my heart for decades, in fact, I can understand it when I think about it, Of course, a bottle of wine that costs a few bucks cannot be more delicious than a precious wine that costs hundreds or thousands of dollars. , just believe that it is the best wine in Hong Kong, chicken feet, and money chicken are the most delicious food in Hong Kong, and then make up your mind to earn money to buy it back and eat it... Aniu, go to the wine cellar behind me to get a Burgundy Tang Red wine from the castle."

"Okay." The cow in the garage got up and went to the back, and quickly came back with a bottle of red wine. After changing the red wine, the three of them ate the dishes, and Philip asked: "I have watched the TV news, but You two don't need to come to me for such a thing, do you?"

Ma Biao and Che Fang Niu looked at each other, and finally Ma Biao spoke up and told the whole story, including the method proposed by Sheng Jiale to let Gao Lao and the three of them eliminate the police's attention to Xihuan, and the way Sheng Jiale proposed. Le this person gave him the impression.

"In any case, you have the most benefits, but this young man has no less benefits. His boss was imprisoned two years ago because of his old strength. Now if his grandpa and Gao are also imprisoned, wouldn't he be completely free? You guys You two don't value those little money, and he has helped you, and you don't bother to check his account books. Isn't he free and easy in Yau Tsim Mong, looking for water, free and easy, and when the old man is released from prison, he can go to other words at any time head." Fei Li took a sip of red wine from a red wine glass, looked at Ma Biao and said, "Wouldn't you just be tempted by him for such a simple matter?"

"If it's just like this, of course I think he benefits the most, but he said that he was heartbroken by Mr. Gao and his boss, and wanted to wash his hands in a golden basin, quit the arena, return the business to the society, leave Xiangjiang, and never come back " Ma Biao let out a sigh of relief, and looked at Fei Li: "I can't do anything for Damo, I still suspect that he will use my hand to get rid of Gao Lao?"

"Wash your hands in the golden basin and quit the arena?" Fei Li muttered these words, smiled, and gently scratched his bald head with his hands that had lost all his hair: "It's interesting...I want to see him."

After nagging for a while, Fei Li raised his head and looked at Ma Biao with a smile: "Ask him to come here tomorrow to taste my cooking skills?"

Ma Biao's face was a little gloomy: "Brother Feili, you mean this guy named Damo is actually lying?"

"You have made it very clear that he wants to withdraw from the arena. Of course he dare not lie to you. It must be true." Philip smiled and said to Ma Biao: "So, my curiosity about him has nothing to do with your business. You can do your own thing."

Ma Biao was taken aback, and tentatively asked, "Brother Feili?"

"I hope Mr. Gao and the three of them can grind their temper inside." Feili said, holding up the red wine.

Niu in the nearby garage was overjoyed, and Ma Biao also breathed a sigh of relief: "Understood, then I will let Damo come to see you tomorrow."

"Come on, drink." Fili raised his glass and said to the two with a smile.

After the three of them clinked glasses, Philip got up and told them to continue eating: "I'm going to make a few phone calls, I'll be back soon, you guys eat slowly."

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"Why did Young Master Tang ask to see me by name for no reason? Was it the same when you took women there before?" Sheng Jiale sat on the co-pilot and asked with some doubts.

Dabao, who was driving, held the steering wheel with both hands and laughed: "Young Master Tang specifically told you to go. Could it be because the time to go to Nanwan has changed? I heard that the Nanwan guy was killed by the Neon guy. I have been training for these years, I don’t know how abnormal the taste is, Hong Kong’s current movies are only made at the third level, and Nanwan is full of fourth-level fighting real soldiers.”

"Wow, I heard from your tone that you seem to hope that Young Master Tang will attack me. Why, take this opportunity to pretend to be Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, and lead Ah Jiuqiang to usurp the throne!" Sheng Jiale also laughed when he heard Dabao's words up.

Seeing that the road was already ahead, Dabao glanced at the rearview mirror, picked up the walkie-talkie: "Hua Jiu, are you here?"

"I was smoking in the parking lot, Chili and the other five were molesting the waiters in the hotel lobby lounge." Hua Jiu's voice sounded.

"Received." Dabao hung up the walkie-talkie and looked at Sheng Jiale: "Brother Le, we're here, do we need to make another round, lest that poor woman..."

Sheng Jiale looked towards the Kowloon Shangri-La Hotel in front of him, and raised his chin slightly: "Drive over, Mr. Tang is in the disco ballroom, he just likes to dance surrounded by beautiful women, and he's not a dog guy who gets into heat when he sees a woman, besides, I would like to see if the West drug Madam is brave enough to break into this luxury hotel run by ghosts."

This hotel is located at No. 64 Yaodi Road, Tsim Sha Tsui. Compared with the five-star hotels located in other bustling streets, this hotel is known as a quiet world in a dynamic metropolis. You can have a panoramic view of the night view of the bay, and overlook the glamorous Central and Wanchai across the sea.

Before the car entered Modun Road, the mobile phone rang again, this time Sheng Jiale connected the phone, and a male voice inside urged: "Hi, Ale, I am Xiangfu, the driver of Young Master, Young Master told you to hurry up , women like to make up and dress up as they like, don't worry, you rush over here first, he is anxious to see you."

"Okay, I'll be there right away." Sheng Jiale silently hung up the phone, looked at the road ahead and pursed his lips.

Dabao noticed Sheng Jiale's face: "Young Master Tang, are you in a hurry? Let the woman go up first?"

"I'm worried..." Sheng Jiale said with a serious face.

Dabao slowed down the car: "What are you worried about? If you have something to do, Brother Le, you go first. I will stay with Huajiu with women."

"I'm worried that Young Master Tang is not going to play with my daughter tonight, but with me." Sheng Jiale looked at Dabao with an ugly expression, "Say, do you want Hua Jiu to prepare to call the police so that Xidu Madam arrested people and made meritorious service, so as to prevent me from being murdered by clients?"

"No way, did I open my mouth recently? Is it so effective? Did such a good customer, young master, really become a pervert when he went to Nanwan a few times?" Dabao knew that he was talking nonsense when he heard Sheng Jiale's words, and also Deliberately matching Sheng Jiale's expression, playing with an uncontrollable excited tone, talking about the lines of the TV series "Qin Shihuang": "Then the time has come for me to usurp the throne! The destiny is mine! The so-called..."

Sheng Jiale said with a smile: "Let's drive! Didn't you hear the young driver urging me to go there? The big guy is in a hurry to see me. Of course, he wants to ask some questions about women. Did he really sleep with me? Let's go , Destiny! If you choose Chen Sheng for rebellion, you will know that you will die. Everyone is so busy. Next time you rebel, remember to choose the clock meeting, and you will die sooner."

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