tiger teacher

"Hello, is there anyone?"

Yang Yue pushed open the door of a Chinese restaurant located in a black ghetto, and the inside was empty.It should not be the time when the business is booming at this point, so the inside is empty, there is no one there, except for the exhaust fan blowing, everything else is very quiet.

However, following Yang Yue's call, a man wearing a vest and looking like the boss slowly walked out from the back room. He looked Wang Jian and Yang Yue up and down, hummed, and asked in Cantonese: "What are you doing?"

When Wang Jian was thinking about what he was going to say, Yang Yue actually said in a very familiar Cantonese: "I'm Jacket King's donkey."

The boss was taken aback and frowned: "Jacket king?"

Wang Jian coughed: "Although I am also from the south, I instinctively feel that my native dialect and Cantonese are the languages ​​of two different countries...so please take care of people from other languages."

Yang Yue chuckled, and pointed to the table: "Uncle Chen, I want rice with soy sauce and rice with barbecued pork."

"Sure enough, she is the daughter of Jacket King. She knows what I'm good at." Uncle Chen said in stumbling Mandarin, "I'll cook for you first."

He didn't say anything, and after Yang Yue ordered the meal, he got into the kitchen and began to heat up the oil.And Yang Yue said to Wang Jian with a smile: "This Uncle Chen used to be the chef in my father's restaurant. The local bigwigs must come to eat every day. These bigwigs have conflicts with each other, but they never make trouble when they eat here. Everyone calls this small restaurant the Peace Restaurant, although in this crime In a black community with a very high rate, this small restaurant has never been charged protection fees or anything. Because it is very cheap, those poor people with no money will eat here, and the price of food here has not changed for 30 years .”

"How do you know?" Wang Jian blinked his eyes: "No wonder it's a dilapidated mess here. It's been a long time."

"That's right. It is said that many small groups of Chinese around here regard this place as their home because they often help Chinese immigrants here. Therefore, even though Uncle Chen is here alone, his energy is not small."

After a while, Uncle Chen came out slowly, holding two servings of hot Laofan. It seemed simple, but the simple aroma whetted Wang Jian's appetite, especially the barbecued pork rice. Large pieces of fat and thin pork belly are covered on top.The meat is also covered with chives and brown sticky sauce, which is quite attractive.

"Uncle Chen, I never thought you were still here for so many years." Yang Yue scooped up a spoonful of rice with soy sauce and chewed it carefully in her mouth, then let out a satisfied sigh: "I used two kinds of soy sauce, one One is for marinated beef. The other is for pickling garlic, which tastes like beef and garlic in your mouth. It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten such a delicious lo rice.”

And Chen Bo looked at Wang Jian and Yang Yue with a smile: "You two are Jacket King's cub and daughter?"

talking.Chen Bo pointed to Yang Yue: "You are like father, he is like mother."

"No, no..." Wang Jian glanced at Yang Yue, then waved his hands again and again: "I just came to investigate with her."

"It's a strange thing...a strange thing...it really looks like it, it really looks like it." Uncle Chen sighed and stood up: "I'll get you some soup."

When he was taking the soup, Yang Yue reached out and fiddled with Wang Jian's face: "Do you look like it? Why don't I think you look like my mother. My mother's standard oriental beauty's oval face, how can your melon seed face look like that?" .”

"It's strange if I look like it." Wang Jian tilted his head, avoiding Yang Yue's hand: "This meal is really delicious, ask him how he made it. In the future, he will do the same when he is too lazy to cook. "

"The secret recipe, you have to ask Uncle Chen if he promises to give it to you."

Soon, two bowls of hot soup, which looked clear and watery but had a strong aroma mixed with lard and shallots, were placed on the table.This taste reminded Wang Jian of the bowl of chaos that his father bought him when he went to the town market with his father when he was a child. The soup in it was also simple but refreshing from top to bottom.

"Uncle Chen, my old man passed away 20 years ago." Yang Yue smiled a little far-fetchedly: "I'm here this time to ask you if you have any clues. He came here from Malaysia, and then came back from here. home. But he passed away not long after returning home.”

"Hey...Jacket King is a good guy."

"Why Jacket King?" Wang Jian blinked and asked curiously, "This name sounds weird."

"Because of his English name. Over time, under the influence of his accent, he became the king of jackets. And he always likes to wear a leather jacket and ride a motorcycle with my mother on the country roads." Yang Yue laughed He said: "This is what I know from their old friends, saying that this is how my mother was chased by him."

"It's really romantic..." Wang Jian ate the rice in two mouthfuls, and then ate a large piece of char siu in one bite, and wiped his mouth with a tissue: "It's delicious!"

After he had eaten and drank enough, he took out a cigarette and handed it to Uncle Chen, and after lighting it up for himself, Wang Jian asked: "Let's not be in a hurry, let me know what kind of person he is and who he usually hangs out with." There is an intersection."

"Okay." Uncle Chen took a puff of cigarette forcefully, expelled the eye circle, and gradually dissipated in the air, slowly pulling his thoughts back to more than 20 years ago:

"I was 25 years old at the time, and Jacket King was 30 years old. I just sneaked here, and I had a meal without a meal. I met him at the intersection in front of me. At that time, I wanted to steal his wallet, but he was caught. I I thought he would send me to the police station. At that time, I thought I was doomed. Later, I didn’t expect that he didn’t hit me or call the police. Instead, he invited me to dinner and asked me why I was so depressed, so I told him. Later, there was this store."

"During the two years he was here, he didn't make money at all. This place is like a charity hall." After speaking, Chen Bo stood up and pointed to an empty space in the corner: "Here, there is a medicine cabinet. He always They will help the smugglers here to see a doctor and treat their injuries for free.”

Yang Yue blinked and blinked: "My father is Xu Xian...then no one is here to make trouble?"

"Yeah! But Jacket King is so good! One fights a lot, and those people don't come anymore. And he also treats the diseases of those people in the community. After a long time, no one will come to find trouble. Come on. I begged him too. He wanted to leave later. He said he wanted to go home, and left me a lot of gold bars, asking me to guarantee that the restaurant would remain open and the price would never be raised. On the day he left, hundreds of people gave them away Two in-laws."

Wang Jian glanced at Yang Yue, then frowned and said, "This style is right, but why did they leave suddenly?"

Uncle Chen looked left and right, leaned forward and whispered, "Escape!"

"Escape!!!" Yang Yue was shocked, and immediately found the crux of the matter out of professional sensitivity: "Why did you escape? Who told him to escape?"

Uncle Chen shook his head, cupped his fists and spread them to both sides.Indicating that he doesn't know either.

"But..." But then Uncle Chen broke the silence first, and said with a serious expression: "Jacket King left me something, saying it's not safe to put it on him, you wait."

With that said, he walked slowly into the attic.Then there was a sound of rummaging, and he stepped down from above.Holding a cardboard box in his hand.

"It's his stuff."

Wang Jian took out the contents of the box one by one.Some of them are wooden figures used to study acupuncture points, and some are hand-drawn sketches. The handwriting on them is not very clear, but the regular and powerful brushwork can still be seen.What really attracted Wang Jian was something wrapped in oiled paper, and he carefully took it out.But when he was in Kaifeng, Wang Jian's whole heart was in his throat.Because this is a book, or...not a book at all, but a notebook.

"What is what?" Yang Yue moved her head to see what was going on, but after looking for a long time, she couldn't understand what was on it: "What is this?"

Wang Jian frowned and flipped through a few pages.Then suddenly the chrysanthemum tightened... This is clearly about the experience of strengthening the human body's potential. What is going on here is not drugs and hormones, but a kind of internal energy and blood circulation.This and the kind of external direct body strengthening that Wang Jian is familiar with just form a complementary of both internal and external cultivation, and Wang Jian has been practicing in a similar luck way since he was very young, so he can see it at a glance. The universe in this notebook.

"Hey, what is this, you are talking." Yang Yue pushed Wang Jian: "Is this a treasure map?"

Wang Jian shook his head, put down the book gently, and said with a smile: "In the eyes of a knowledgeable person, this is more precious than any other treasure."

"So powerful? So what is this?"

"Have you read martial arts novels? You know both internal and external. If Shanova's transformation of the human body is external, then it is internal. It also improves the strength of the body, and there are no side effects. It's just that it takes a long, long time to practice. You have to be savvy." Wang Jian briefly explained to Yang Yue: "And if there is no accident, the internal skills I practice are the product of optimization based on your father's notebook."

Yang Yue's eyes widened: "It sounds very sci-fi."

Wang Jian didn't answer her directly, but just stared at Uncle Chen: "Uncle Chen, if you think about it carefully, who was the jacket king on the run?"

"I really don't know, but I remember the day before he left, he went out to a dinner party and when he came back he was seriously injured. I thought he was going to die, but the next day he was moving freely, but Then he decided to leave."

As soon as this was said, it couldn't be clearer.If Wang Jian's guess is correct, Jacket King's departure is definitely inseparable from his injury.But now as long as who hurt him, the answer is almost ready to come out.

But... Even if you can find it, it is definitely not a character easy to deal with. You must know that the Jacket King himself is a member of Wang Jian's sect, and belongs to the category of high-end force. Injured character.

So Wang Jian became very interested in this person who could hurt him, so he pointed his forehead with his finger, raised his head and asked Uncle Chen: "Uncle Chen, can you tell me who he had a better relationship with at that time?" ?"

Uncle Chen nodded, came to the door, pointed to a dilapidated building, and said, "He has a good relationship with the landlord of this building, Old John. Old John is still alive, but... I advise you that if you want to go in, Still be careful, old John is old, his son is a complete villain, this building is not even willing to come to the police to check. It is full of drug dealers, prostitutes and murderers, even the sign of the Peace Hotel is useless .”

Wang Jian smiled slightly: "Uncle Chen, it doesn't matter. I think it's great to have this Peace Hotel. You have worked hard to pass on a rule for decades."

Uncle Chen smiled honestly: "This is my house, of course we have to do it well."

After speaking, Wang Jian wrote a check to Uncle Chen: "Uncle Chen, you take the money here. I hope this Peace Hotel can be passed on forever."

Uncle Chen raised his head and stared at Wang Jian, then took a deep breath, took the check, and muttered to himself, "Like...it's really like, it's just too much like."

Wang Jian tilted his head: "What does it look like?"

"He looks so much like Jacket King, I really miss him." Uncle Chen wiped his tears with a slap: "I didn't expect that after he left, I would never see him again."

Yang Yue whispered to him for a while, and Chen Bo somehow cheered up, and sent Wang Jian and Yang Yue to the bottom of the black apartment building before being persuaded by Wang Jian to go back.

"U.S. imperialism has such dirty places." Wang Jian looked around.There was rubbish and graffiti everywhere, and there were empty wine cans and broken bottles on the ground.If it wasn't for the English all around.Wang Jian really thought that he had come to an "artist" community in China...

Yang Yue looked up at this quite old apartment, curled her lips and shook her head and said, "Any country will have its own scars, as long as it is objective and rational."

And when they were talking, Uncle Hei, who was wearing a hat and shorts, scurrying around in the cold wind, cast quite unfriendly glances at Wang Jian and Yang Yue from time to time.

"Let's go." Wang Jian smiled slightly: "What's the matter?"

"Old John." Yang Yue gave Wang Jian a strange look: "It should be the owner of this apartment. He should also live on the top floor, so that he can collect rent at any time."

"It seems that this old John is quite capable. He dares to live in this kind of place."

Yang Yue shrugged: "But all such people are local snakes. If they have no ability, they will die in the wilderness the next morning."

Walking into the corridor full of strange smells, Wang Jian even covered his mouth unconsciously.Yang Yue is no exception.The corridors alone are filled with a foul stench of excrement, vomit, and marijuana smoke, and the women with skin around them shuttle back and forth between the corridors in their underwear, doing laundry or brushing their teeth just after getting up.

"Most of these women are prostitutes, and they are the lowest-grade prostitutes. They will serve you once as long as you have a hamburger." Yang Yue's men subconsciously pressed the gun on his waist: "It can be said that they are spreading AIDS. At this time, most people are still resting, and when night falls, this place will be like hell."

Wang Jian smiled and shook his head: "If I express my opinion, you will definitely say that I am faking it again, but your hand on the gun and your expression can easily cause aggressive behavior."

"It's better to be careful. This area is called the New York Black Hole. It's a scary place." Yang Yue curled her lips: "They will attack anyone with any other skin color, and once you fight back, it will evolve into a **** .”

Wang Jian half closed his eyes: "It doesn't matter."

When Wang Jian and Yang Yue walked up to the third floor, several dark-skinned children stood at the stairs and stared at Wang Jian, but just after Wang Jian smiled at them, the children dispersed with a bang. Then more than a dozen black men rushed out from a room, some of them were holding poker cards, and some were fastening their trousers.

"Don't show your intention to attack." Yang Yue frowned, and whispered to Wang Jian, "It's better to have one less..."

Before she finished speaking, Wang Jian had already walked up, picked up a big man weighing at least [-] pounds with one hand, lifted his living feet off the ground, and then gently put it aside, and then Smiling and nodding towards them, he stretched out his hand to push away those who blocked the way, and walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back, completely ignoring the surprised eyes of the people behind him.

"Your aura..." Yang Yue followed up from behind: "It's too strong, the murderous aura almost spewed out from that smile just now..."

Wang Jian nodded: "Because I have actually killed people in very cruel ways, not just one."

"Tsk tsk, I can't tell. That Young Master Wang who usually stutters in front of girls is actually a cold-blooded butcher."

"I don't mind being a butcher." Wang Jian turned his head and smiled at Yang Yue, then pinched her face: "But I'm not cold-blooded at all."

And soon, they approached the ninth floor, which was the floor where the old John lived, and it was obvious that the environment had improved slightly.But just when Wang Jian was about to praise this place, a scream came from the room deep in the corridor, and then there was a crisp sound of slamming the door, and then a naked Caucasian girl ran out of it , her face was swollen and her body was bruised in many places, and behind her was a black man who was swinging a big dick and was chasing her all the way.

The girl ran all the way and knocked on the door calling for help, but although there were people around the room, they would open the door to take a look, but no one responded to her call for help. When she saw Wang Jian, who was not tall among blacks, and him, he had pulled out When Yang Yueshi was holding the gun, something called hope appeared in her eyes.

"That's great, I don't want to make trouble today." Yang Yue narrowed her eyes, and loaded the pistol with a click: "This guy's stick is really ugly."

Wang Jian raised his head and pressed Yang Yue's gun, then went up to the girl, and stretched out his hand, his coat was already covering the girl's body, and he quickly protected her behind him, then he moved towards the girl. The brawny black man who was chasing after him and full of foul words punched him in the face...

Yang Yue raised her voice and shouted excitedly: "One book!" (To be continued...)