Rebirth: Outstanding

Chen Ashi sat near the Tsim Sha Tsui wharf, in front of a stall with the guise of Ningbo glutinous rice balls. He looked at a braided girl who was about sixteen or seventeen years old with an ambiguous smile. His face was reddish and he was holding a bowl of hot bowl. The glutinous rice **** were delivered, but when Chen Ashi touched the bowl, he deliberately touched the back of the girl's hand, and the girl screamed, hurriedly retracted his hand, moved a little bit bigger, and spilled all the juice in the bowl. , Splashed a few drops on the desktop.

Chen Ashi laughed, and the old man who was looking after the cooking pot hurriedly turned his head back, seemingly angry but caring, pulling his daughter behind him, and yelling: "Clumsy hands! Go look after the firewood!"

Then he squeezed out a smile on his wrinkled face, and smiled at Chen Ashiha: "Ten brother, the dead girl is young and has a lot of hands and feet. Your lord has a lot. Don't blame it. This bowl of glutinous rice **** is not worth much. Wait for me tomorrow. Sell ​​a few more bowls and cut some braised pork, please be apologetic."

"Old ghost Huang, I asked you to think about it. How did you think about it?" Chen Ashi coldly looked at the old man apologizing in front of him, turned his head disdainfully, and looked at the girl with his back to him, in a tone of voice. Said coldly.

The old man who was scolded as Huang Old Ghost accompanied his smiling face, arched his waist, and always maintained this posture: "Ten brother, Ayu is still young, I'm just such a daughter, I don't want her to go out too early, let alone..."

Before the old man Huang finished speaking, Chen Ashi raised his hand and slapped it on the old man's face!

"It's not that you told you hundreds of times that your daughter followed me, don't you just have an extra son-in-law? Why! I'm afraid I can't support you!" Chen Ashi said to the old man with staring eyes, and didn't deliberately lower his voice. It seemed that she didn't care about letting the girl not far away hear her intimidation.

The girl who was cooking glutinous rice **** shuddered when she heard these words. She always turned her back to Chen Ashi and her father, not daring to turn her head.

There are also a few stalls next to them, with signs selling Beijing dumplings, boat porridge, Nanyang skewers and the like. Looking at the signs, you know that these stall owners came to Hong Kong when they were coerced or deceived by the Kuomintang soldiers in about 1949. The poor, fortunately they have some craftsmanship, and don't have the money to rent a shop, so they can only use a shoulder pole to sell some food for food in crowded places.

The people in the other stalls heard the sound and looked over. Several of Chen Ashi’s men talked about their undershirts, revealing all kinds of guys around their waists, and roared fiercely: "Look at the fuck! Get away! !"

In front of a stall under the guise of "Hua County Burning", a young man who was opening his hands and facing each other wrinkled his eyebrows when he heard the scolding. Busy people are not old, the oldest are in their forties and younger in their 20s. Seeing the young man who sells fireworks straight up, the other stall owners also straightened up, turning their heads to look in the direction of Chen Ashi. .

The young man is holding the iron handle which has been burned red by charcoal in the oven, and is about to make a ruthless hand. At the stall, he is holding a yellow and orange Niutun in Huaxian County, Henan Province, burning in his left hand, and holding a bowl of Anyang noodle soup in his right hand. Tan Jingwei raised his head just right, sweating on his forehead when he was eating. At this moment, he seemed to be unable to bear the smell of pepper. He sucked heavily on his nose twice, and gobbled the half of the flame on his hand and ate it: "Boss! Add two more. Burning!"

Suddenly questioned by Tan Jingwei, the young man was taken aback and glanced at the dumpling stall in the distance. It seemed that Chen Ashi had no follow-up actions to Lao Huang and Lao Huang's daughter, and said to Tan Jingwei:

"Come on! Slowly use it!"

Quickly picked up two fires from the oven, and put them in front of Tan Jingwei, cushioning them with lotus leaves. Tan Jingwei looked at the mouth of the tiger that was exposed when the young man handed it up and burned. He took a sip of the noodle soup and delivered the sesame seed into his stomach. Some raunchy wiped his mouth with the palm of his hand: "Boss, all of you brothers came down from Diaojingling? The craftsmanship is good. Before I became a soldier, my family used to sell fired rice noodle soup? I was also a soldier. Diaojingling down, ready to find a way to help people around me find a bowl of rice to eat."

The boss looked at Tan Jingwei: "Are you also in Diaojingling? Look at your dress. Just this windbreaker for the school will be enough for the brothers on Diaojingling for a month."

"This is also just to find a way, I bought it after I had some money. I used to have pickles in Diaojingling Wotou, and my teeth are sour."

At this time, it seems that he did not get a response from Huang. Chen Ashi slapped Huang again: "They set up stalls at the pier to do business one by one. Hand in, I asked you to set up a stall for seven days. You don't know what that means? The money I should collect for these seven days is the gift money for your daughter!"

The bosses of several other stalls all looked at the young man selling sesame seed cakes. The young man turned to go back to the oven to take the iron thousand. Tan Jingwei probed his hand and grabbed the other's wrist.

The young man looked at Tan Jingwei. Tan Jingwei drank the noodle soup in his right hand. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the young man: "Buddy, we have all been soldiers. It's not worth it to fight against this kind of person." It’s also a shame to let someone else do it if there are too many people, and it’s even less cost-effective to lose your life."

"Who are you? Are you looking at these **** bullying people?"

"Don't worry about who I am, wait ten minutes, if ten minutes later, those hooligans can still sit there, you don't need to do it, I will kill them myself." As he said, Tan Jingwei lifted the windbreaker and revealed his waist. A holster.

The young man was taken aback for a moment: "Sir, although we are also on the Diaojingling Ridge, we only want to live a life that people should live by. If you have a big business and find someone else, we only sell fire and dumplings."

Obviously, the youth regard Tan Jingwei as a former colleague who is doing a capitalless business in Hong Kong.

In recent years, Hong Kong has indeed seen a large number of people resembling Tan Jingwei at this time. They did not have to suffer, and thus the Kuomintang soldiers went up and down the mountains in Diaojingling. These collapsed soldiers committed crimes alone or in gangs. Banks, killing the police and grabbing guns and so on.

"Let’s not talk about the fact that you confessed to me wrong. Let’s just say, believe me for ten minutes. I came to you to eat biscuits and noodle soup, not for you, not for the girl, but for the tide. The courageous restaurant, and, buddy, you have to remember that you must not do it yourself for illegal things that can be done by others. Always remember that you are more valuable than everyone. Do your business well. If there are people in the future To trouble you and your friends, just say that you are a comrade-in-arms of 14K Tan Jingwei." Tan Jingwei released the young man's hand, took out a one-hundred-yuan bill, and handed it to the young man: "Today the observatory said that business is not good and it will rain heavily. Let’s finish work early in the evening, and share the money with your friends."

When he was talking here, four figures in the distance walked along the street, and the old man was dragged by the dim light.

Chen Ashi's subordinates turned their heads and glanced, and said to Chen Ashi, "Brother Ten, they are a few Thai guys. They look familiar. They seem to be following him when an old guy came to visit you last time. Little brother."

Chen Ashi waved his hand and cursed at the old Huang in front of him: "Get out of the way first! If you don't take your daughter to my house today, you will just jump into the sea tonight. It's better to die!"

At this time, Lao Huang's daughter cringed, turned around courageously, and helped her father to shrink to the corner.

In the distance, Tan Jingwei shook his head: "I thought that they were all Chinese, so why shouldn't you be too anxious about it. Now it seems that this kind of bullying and bullying is dead."

...

In the empty warehouse, several oil lamps were lit. In the middle of the warehouse, a dozen young brothers were standing around a long wooden table. The gathered men said: "Let me sit on the bank, do you still want to win? A leopard kills you all! Place a bet!"

The men surrounding them all clamored to pay for their bets. Seeing that most of the men had bet on the small ones, he looked around: "Tell you to open the big, you still buy the small, lose you!"

When he touched his hand to lift the sieve cup, his little finger made a quiet movement. Before the sieve cup was opened, he turned the six o'clock of a sieve upward to one point. When he opened the sieve cup, it was because six o'clock. Change a little, the dice that was supposed to be big have now become small.

"I don't believe in evil! Come again!" Rotten Mingju cursed, and then took out the banknotes to lose money to the small men.

At this moment, the two younger brothers ran in in a panic outside: "Brother Ju! Brother Ju! It's not good! It's not good!"

"What's wrong? Now that the dock is on strike, everyone has nothing to do, and there is nothing to do if they want to do anything. No matter how bad it is, where can it go bad!" Lan Mingju lowered his head and took a Xiaoxi cigarette from the table. , Said in a hurry.

Since the shipowners of the two sides confronted the strike, the people waiting to start work on the wharf suddenly had a sluggish business. The backbone of gangs like Chen Ashi and him naturally did not have to worry about food and clothing, but the hundreds of coolies in the gang paid their dues on time every month. At this time, the gang can neither allow them to start work, nor allow them to withdraw from the gang on a large scale. It can only figure out ways to increase the side business such as pornography, gambling, and drugs, so that these coolies can participate as soon as they can participate.

Even Rong Mingju just deliberately lost money to his subordinates because he was worried that these subordinates would not have much money to fill their family members.

"Someone is soliciting guests outside our opium hall!"

Fan Mingju’s men were in an uproar when they heard it, but Fan Mingju himself did not panic: "Are you and the people in the opium shop eating shit? Someone asks me about robbing business?"

"Brother Ju, the other party has a gun." After the two younger brothers looked at each other, they spoke lowly.

Rotten Life Horse then raised his head: "Wow, move the gun? That's easier, just let our brothers in the police force come forward and clean them up. Which prefix? How many people?"

"Thais, three."

"When are the Thais so fierce?" Lan Mingju hesitated for a moment: "Go, go over and see, what are these Thais going crazy, dare to come to me for trouble."

After speaking, Lan Mingju greeted more than a dozen of his subordinates in the warehouse and walked out of the warehouse.