Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 1514 Heyuan Street

Lin Ming said haha, since Wang Xinglong had to go, he couldn't disappoint himself.The two walked together, heading towards the Wenlan River.Lin Ming reckoned that the place Wang Xinglong was going to was the "Heyuan Street".

Halfway through, it rained suddenly.The two ordered a pot of tea at a roadside teahouse to sit and hide from the rain, and settled for dinner by the way.The teahouse also sells various snacks.Wang Xinglong ordered a bowl of Lingao rice noodles and ordered to add some beef. Seeing that Lin Ming refused to eat, he asked:
"Brother Lin, aren't you hungry?"

"Since I go to the courtyard, I have to eat, which must be much more refined than here."

The courts in the Ming Dynasty were not only brothels, but also used as social occasions, leading the "fashion" in terms of food and clothing.

"Brother Lin, how can the food in the courtyard be affordable?" Wang Xinglong shook his head, "Eating a cup of tea is more expensive than drinking a glass of wine outside."

Lin Ming realized that he had almost revealed himself - in Guangdong, he never spent any money on the upper court. Needless to say, in Foshan, it's too late to curry favor with him, even in other places there are rich businessmen who pay for it.

"Your brother is right, I was confused for a moment."

"Looking at Brother Lin's appearance, he probably had a good time on the mainland." Wang Xinglong said with a chuckle.

"Just kidding, just kidding." Lin Ming forced a smile, "The past is unbearable."

"Brother Lin, why should you be embarrassed? On this high ground, how many people come here to make a living because of their desperation..." Wang Xinglong was talking, and the hot rice noodles had already arrived, slightly yellowed rice noodles Floating in the oily soup, topped with beef slices, sauerkraut, peanuts, shrimp and other ingredients, it looks full and appetizing.

"Brother Lin wants a bowl too, this is a local specialty." Wang Xinglong said, picked up the vinegar pot from the table and poured it out, then opened a porcelain pot, and dug out a few spoonfuls of oil from it. , Put the red sauce in a bowl and stir it.

Immediately, there was a fragrant, sour and pungent smell in the air.Lin Ming's thoughts moved slightly, and he remembered the boiled pork slices he ate during his trip to Macau—there was also such a stimulating aroma.

"This is chili sauce - a new thing brought by the Australians, and it's appetizing with meals."

Lin Ming also ordered a rice noodle, and the rain stopped after the two of them ate the rice noodle.The street used to be flooded with rain, but once the rain stopped, the water on the street had drained cleanly. Although the road surface was wet, there was no stagnant water, which made Lin Ming speechless. After the rain, the rainwater could not drain cleanly, and the low-lying alleys and streets were even more puddles and muddy.

When they reached the street, it was already the beginning of the lights, and the two walked slowly.Because Wang Xinglong is a landlord, he pointed out the shops and scenery on the road from time to time to give explanations.Some of the facilities that Lin Ming didn't understand after looking at them were all explained -- many things were indeed beyond Lin Ming's expectations: the thief's thoughtfulness of the town and his financial strength made him secretly surprised .He found that the more you can't see, the more small places you don't care about, the more money thieves are willing to spend.

Looking at Wang Xinglong's complacent expression, Lin Ming suddenly realized that he was very much like a country bumpkin who was taken for a tour by his relatives when he came to the city for the first time.

Because of the rain, there were not many pedestrians on the street.However, Lin Ming noticed that the atmosphere on the street was obviously not right. There were gangster policemen standing guard at the intersections of the main streets. In addition to the policemen, there were also soldiers with live ammunition, checking pedestrians from time to time.

"Is there any big case?" Lin Ming asked in a low voice.

"Why, you don't read the newspaper?" Wang Xinglong asked in surprise, and then he smiled again, "By the way, Brother Lin is only here."

"Read the newspaper? The residence newspaper?"

"This is not Daming, so where is the mansion newspaper?" Wang Xinglong said indifferently, "It's the "Lingao Times", and the local news is covered. We also ordered a copy in our shop—probably bought by Qian Treasurer. Let’s go—it’s been reported above: last night’s group of snitches and fish that slipped through the net are being hunted across the city.”

"So that's how it is." Lin Ming thought to himself that he should read the newspaper—it would be much more convenient to grasp the news, and he wouldn't need to ask around.He was very concerned about the snitches, and couldn't wait to go back to read the newspaper, so he asked, "Dibao... Did the newspaper say where the snitches came from?"

"I didn't say anything, but there's a lot of detailed information: it's said that there are 30 people in total, all of whom are from the martial arts world, and some of them are old thieves with a reputation." Wang Xinglong was immediately excited when he had the opportunity to show off. , "They sneaked into Lingao in several groups. But they didn't expect to fall into the eyes of the police as soon as they arrived in Lingao."

Wang Xinglong wanted to show off, so he made a fuss about it.Lin Ming could not help secretly heaving a sigh of relief after hearing the cause and effect.He is most afraid of colleagues coming to Gao: He has seen almost all the middle and lower-level personnel in the Jinyiwei system in Guangdong, and it will be miserable if there are acquaintances in it.

The two chatted and walked, all the way to Heyuan Street smoothly.

There are still pink lanterns hanging high on the street, and the pink lights shine on the bluestone road, which is indescribably charming.Wang Xinglong is familiar with the door and the way, leading him to go inside.Lin Ming saw that the street was not wide enough to allow two "Australian cars" to run side by side.On one side of the street is the Wenlan River beach, which is full of sand and gravel.Peach, willow and apricot trees are planted on the earth embankment, and the winter is warm near the height. At this time, the green buds have sprouted, and the branches are full of flower buds.On the other side are two-story small buildings, densely packed together, very similar to the streets of Dongmen City.It's just that there is no waiter at the door of the store to greet, and it seems quite quiet.

There is a curtain hanging in front of the door, and the signboard is the same—probably made in the same place.In addition to the same pink lanterns, there is also a yellow wooden signboard as usual, with a large book on it: Customs Industry Business License.There are Class A, Class B, Class C, etc. below, and there are Dashi numbers below.In front of the door, there were no tortoise slaves and prostitutes to solicit customers. Instead, there was a half-person-high standing sign with various words that he didn't understand: poisonous dragon drill, five heavens of ice and fire, celestial maiden scattered flowers... I don't know why.There is also a sign next to it, which lists the small portraits of prostitutes, which look dense and magnificent.

"Ah, Quandao, what do you think of the girls in this family? Is the service special?"

"No, it's far away. I'll take you to see what it means to be astonished as a heavenly man. That woman's meat bun is... walk around, it's right in front." A man wearing a gangster costume pulled another person towards him. sprint forward.

"Meat buns? Women? Service?" Lin Ming only heard those few words.I couldn't help but wonder secretly, this hospital is too strange, could it be the habit of Australia?As for the word "custom", I don't know how to explain it.

There are many pedestrians on the street, in small groups, chatting and laughing loudly.Some went straight to the topic, while others were hesitant, watching one after another.Occasionally, there were a few drunks, staggering, and some simply lay on the stone benches by the roadside and vomited.In addition to pleasure-seeking customers on the street, there are also many rickshaws waiting for customers. Naturally, vendors selling snacks set up stalls beside them.

It can be seen that although there are many people doing business here, the order is very good, and the ground is also very clean.Lin Ming took a second look and realized that there were also policemen on duty here—a few policemen were on duty in a tall second-story sentry box.Next to it is a torture device, with a few unlucky people chained up.

Lin Ming was engrossed in watching it, and Wang Xinglong patted him on the back: "How about it, you haven't seen such a flower street and willow alley before."

"It's an eye-opener, it's an eye-opener." Lin Ming nodded again and again. He saw that there was a street sign-like facility on the side of the road, and he wrote "calling station". Not too small.She said she was a prostitute, but she didn't solicit customers, she just sat silently.There is also a yellow playing card hanging on each person's chest.Then he asked in a low voice, "This is also..."

"Yes, this is self-employment," Wang Xinglong said new words from time to time, "The Institute is a corporate entity."

"what?"

"For example, a courtyard is a shop with a brand name, and these are hawkers."

"So that's how it is." Lin Ming felt inconceivable, "It's just like this? Is it possible to do a half-closed business without a leader, and without a bustard?"

"There is no half-closed door trading in the local area. You have to go to Minglu to get a license. Otherwise, it is 'illegal prostitution'. If you catch it, you have to sieve the sand. As for what you said, there is no need for it-the local business is very peaceful. Flesh business is no exception." Wang Xinglong laughed, "However, taxation is not light."

Lin Ming thought to himself: The Kun thief is really shameless, the government actually took away the bitch's meat money.He felt a little disdainful.But that's a lot of money!He has a deep understanding of the market, and is also very familiar with the inside stories of various businesses. He knows that although the status of this flesh and blood business is lowly and despised, it can make a lot of money. Over this piece of fat.

"Here is frugal and casual. Those who have money can naturally go to the courtyard; those who have no money can take the goods from the roadside to the hotel for a while to vent their anger." Wang Xinglong continued, "Australians pay more money every month. To check the body of the firework girl and treat her sickness. It's a kind deed..."

Lin Ming cursed secretly: "This is considered a good deed. It's just a way to make money!" At this moment, he had some clarity on the behavior of the gangsters.The government of the Ming Dynasty treated the city and business people in an extensive manner, and as long as there was no accident, they would ignore it.There are some things that can obviously get a lot of benefits, and no one will set them up.The Kun thief is meticulous in everything, and everything is in order.Everything must be taken care of.

No wonder they started from the small Dongmen City, but within five years, they were able to sweep across Fujian and Vietnam, and have a powerful impact on the sea.Apart from possessing countless strange skills and ingenuity, it is this pervasive means of managing the territory-what else in the world can compare with it?

While meditating silently, Wang Xinglong stopped in his tracks and said, "Let's choose this one today."

(End of this chapter)