A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

He hammered his aching waist and stood downstairs looking at the restaurant with the word "Spine" written on the signboard not far away. Wang Zuluo pinched his wallet and then shook his head helplessly.

Without stopping, I walked two more streets before I saw an open shop.

"Dongtian Ice Room..."

I looked up at the sign and felt that the name didn't sound like it was only for breakfast, but rather like a place where you could eat chicken at night.

But I looked around and saw that, except for the street I was passing by and a shop with a normal name on the corner, this was the only open shop nearby.

"Kowloon Ice Room...it's already this late and you're not open for business. You deserve it for not making any money!"

After cursing the Kowloon Ice Room who made him walk more than ten meters, Wang Zuluo could only push open the store door in front of him.

"Boss, what do you have to eat here?"

After finding a relatively clean place to sit down, Wang Zuluo asked the fat man sitting at the cashier.

"Street boy, can you afford the abalone and lobster here?"

"Be careful that the big recipe on the wall will pierce your eyelids. If your eyes are bad, go see a doctor and don't chatter here!"

The fat man stared at the live broadcast of horse racing on the small TV hanging on the wall. He cursed and threw a few horse racing tickets on the ground before turning back and glaring at Wang Zuluo.

Damn it, a Himuro guy can be so arrogant?

Before Wang Zuluo could search for words to curse back, the store door was pushed open with a clang.

The store door hit the wall hard, and with a crunching sound, the upper half of the hinge flew far away, and finally the entire door fell sideways.

"What the hell, Fei Jiu, when will you pay back the money you owe me at my boss's place?"

"Pick it, it's only a thousand or a few hundred dollars, is it worth chasing me around to talk about it?"

The fat man who was called Fei Jiu replied loudly with a smile on his face.

He walked out of the bar, reached out and pulled out a table, and sat down in the middle of the ice room.

At the same time, four young and Dangerous boys came down from the box upstairs and sat next to Fei Jiu.

Wuying, who had just entered the door, paused for a moment, then walked over with his legs open and gritted his teeth, pulled a chair from the side and sat across from Fei Jiu.

What's the most important thing when you come out to hang out?

face! face! It’s still a fucking face!

Fei Jiu glanced at Wuying in surprise. Originally, in his calculation, he had the upper hand and his momentum was high, but someone else would definitely be intimidated.

Why did this foolish young man play his cards out of common sense, which made him unable to get off the stage for a while, and the atmosphere in the ice room gradually became awkward.

"Hey, here are two pineapple oils, a glass of lemon juice, and, by the way, a plate of peanuts for watching the show."

Seeing a short-haired waitress coming out of the kitchen, Wang Zuluo immediately waved and shouted.

It's just a joke. It's very common in Hong Kong. This little thing won't delay your meal.

But you still have to watch the excitement, especially if the fat guy has such a bad mouth, it would be good for someone to teach him a lesson.

"Okay, pineapple oil, lemon juice and peanuts..."

The waitress wrote down what Wang Zuluo ordered in her book, turned around and prepared to go back to the kitchen to prepare, turning a blind eye to what was going on in the ice room.

"Hey, your boss is talking about numbers, why don't you go over and help?"

After discovering the tattoo on the waitress's arm, Wang Zuluo couldn't help but make a joke.

"Him? He's not the boss, he's just a parking lot on the nearby street, and he helps this ice house look after the venue. Our boss rewards him with hundreds or even thousands of dollars every month."

Seeing Wang Zuluo take out a cigarette, the waitress handed over an ashtray and tapped the notice board on the wall with the vegetable folder in her hand.

There are several simple drawings drawn in succession on the notice board, which probably means a story about a smoking stick figure who threw his cigarette butts on the ground and was fined in the end.

The fine amount of ten Hong Kong dollars is enlarged and occupies a separate grid.

Shrugging, Wang Zuluo took out a few crumpled Hong Kong dollars from his pocket and said, "See if the fat man put his cell phone on the table? I need the battery inside. I'll give you two hundred yuan if I get it!"

He shook the Hong Kong dollars in his hand and put them under the ashtray.

Seeing the surprised look in the waitress's eyes, Wang Zuluo didn't say anything. He just took out his mobile phone, opened the back cover, and showed the waitress that there was no battery inside.

Hong Kong Island is a relatively developed city in Asia at this time. Although mobile phones are expensive, they are barely popular.

Many people would rather eat bran and drink water to save face than buy one to show off. Of course, those who have no money and are more pragmatic will use BB machines.

Mobile phones are still in circulation, but the market is slowly being eroded by better-used mobile phones.

It has to be said that Wang Zuluo and Fei Jiu are destined to meet the same mobile phone in this ice room.

"Deal!" The waitress put the money away: "Wait for me for ten minutes..."

After saying that, she walked towards where Fei Jiu was giving lectures, passed by the bar and picked up a teapot, pretending to add tea to both parties.

Spending two hundred yuan to buy a battery was not a big deal for Wang Zuluo. He had found the battery he had thrown away when he went downstairs just now.

It was cool when I lost the battery, but it fell into the sewer on the street without any bias, and it was difficult to retrieve it.

The battery guy hadn't gone to work at this time, and I didn't like the fat guy, so I happened to be here to make up for it.

Soon, the waitress brought what Wang Zuluo ordered, with a freshly detached battery underneath the plate.

"You don't look like a good guy. Fatty has a motorcycle parked at the door. The eight hundred yuan is yours."

The waitress approached Wang Zuluo, blocked the fat man's view with her body, and shook the car key in her hand.

The majestic figure set off by the T-shirt was also dangling with the car keys, making Wang Zuluo a little dizzy.

What do you mean I'm not a good person?

Wang Zuluo was so angry that he bought a motorcycle for 800 yuan...are you taking advantage of me?

"Eight hundred is too much, I'll give you four hundred at most!"

According to the rules of the world, bargain for half the price. If it doesn't work, just increase it slowly. As long as you are thick-skinned and willing to waste time, the chance of being ripped off will definitely be greatly reduced.

"make a deal!"

Looking at the car keys that appeared in his hand in an instant, Wang Zuluo opened his mouth, always feeling that he... seemed to have lost money...

"My things are packed, where's the money?"

The waitress moved very quickly, and while Wang Zuluo was still distracted, she had already taken it upon herself to help pack the food.

Turning his head to look at the unrecognizable motorcycle at the door, Wang Zuluo sighed.

"You shouldn't be a waiter, you should work in a bank..."

Wang Zuluo counted out four hundred Hong Kong dollars and handed it out, then stood up with the packed food.

"You think so too? I also think my temperament should work in a bank."

The waitress put away the Hong Kong dollars and gave Wang Zuluo a wink in a good mood.

Unfortunately, her short hair was swung back and forth, blocking half of her eyes, and her good looks turned into white eyes.

"I'm saying you have a dark heart. Only those with a dark heart can work in a bank. Otherwise, you won't be able to trick the elderly into managing money!"

After Wang Zuluo finished speaking, he ran out of the ice room, and several pairs of chopsticks were thrown out behind him along with the waitress's curses.

In the ice room, Fei Jiu was still talking harshly to Wu Ying, not even noticing that his motorcycle had been borrowed by an unknown handsome boy.

Now, people shouldn't be too arrogant, otherwise they will be unlucky.

Wang Zuluo rode his motorcycle and turned onto Nathan Road, heading towards the housing estate in his memory.

Lin Weilong from "New Humans"

Fei Jiu from "Carmen Mongkok"

The waitress comes from "Street Girl"