Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

As soon as Chao Mahan saw that the justice protection machine had arrived, the sense of justice in his heart became even stronger, and he rushed towards the arrogant boy's bodyguard even more fearlessly, waving a tactical stick.

The evil represented by those bodyguards, like vampire zombies suppressed by silverware, froze there one by one, not daring to move at all, and could only watch helplessly as the raindrops of justice washed away their evil hearts.

After a few blows, several bodyguards were laid down.

Seeing his bodyguards being laid down, plus the five justice protection machines, the arrogant boy suddenly became frightened.

"A good man doesn't suffer from immediate disadvantages. According to the current situation, even if he is beaten for nothing, he should bow his head first." So he said to Li Zicheng: "My friend, I'm really sorry. I drank too much urine just now. Please forgive me for talking nonsense."

There are no real idiots who come from wealthy families. They act arrogantly because they think too much of themselves, thinking that others are ants and can be crushed and trampled by him, but they also know that those who understand current affairs are heroes.

Now that he was woken up, he naturally knew what to do. Even though he wished to kill Li Zicheng now, he knew that the most important thing at the moment was to protect himself.

As for revenge, I will talk about it later.

But, are things so cheap?

If an apology is useful, what is the need for justice?

Li Zicheng walked up to the arrogant boy expressionlessly, sneered, and quickly threw his hand to the left cheek of the arrogant boy, with a crisp sound.

"ah!"

The arrogant boy let out a cry of pain, his face was hot, and his heart was full of humiliation.

In his own territory, in front of his friends, he was beaten on the right cheek and the left cheek, and his face was disgraced.

Turbulent anger surged from his chest, the anger split into two paths, one went straight to the brain, and the other went straight to the chrysanthemum. However, he was still suppressed by him, and he didn't say anything harsh, but endured the pain and showed Li Zicheng a flattering smile.

"If a dog that bites doesn't bark, it seems like it's not easy for me to make money." Li Zicheng thought to himself.

But what had to be done still had to be done, so he went to the other boys and kicked them a few times before leaving with the bodyguards and the five representatives of justice.

Until Li Zicheng and the others disappeared from sight, the arrogant boy and the few people beside him heaved a sigh of relief.

One of them looked at the group of bodyguards who were still wailing on the ground and couldn't get up. He said with lingering fear: "Damn, the ones in the front can fight, and the ones in the back have guns. What's the reason?"

"Third Young Master, do you want to call the police? They will leave later." The other person looked at the gloom on the arrogant boy's face and said.

The arrogant boy clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were full of cruelty, and he said in a hateful voice: "Don't call the police, as long as you are in London, you can scrape them out."

Two slaps have already woken up the arrogant boy, he still understands the principle of making decisions before acting, he still needs to find out Li Zicheng's details first, clean up if he can clean up, and consider himself unlucky if he can't clean up.

As for calling the police, he couldn't afford to lose that person.

Calling the police will only make the matter worse, if the matter spreads outside, and if others know that he was beaten in his own territory, where will his face be put, and his reputation in the family will also be hit, this is not what he wants have witnessed.

Besides, the police in London are busy with the strike of coal miners, so there is no time to come here.

"hiss……"

He clenched his teeth unconsciously, the muscles on his face tensed, and when he touched the sore spot, he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

"Third Young Master, let's go to the hospital first." The servant beside him flattered.

...

"I don't get tired of reading you thousands of times, reading you feels like March, the season of romance, intoxicating poems, uh..."

The CD player Nanyi bought not long ago was playing, and he was flipping through the report sent by Hunter in his hand. After reading it, he tapped his fingers on the table.

"Looking at the situation, being able to bend and stretch, a dog that can't bark looks a bit like me. It's really interesting." Nan Yi said to himself, "Wu Zhenkai, what will you do next?"

Nan Yi was thinking about it, the school belle came to announce again, and Wu Zaisheng came.

"Ahao, today I will take you and Ms. Dongyue to have a good time in Chinatown." In the living room, Wu Zaisheng saw Nanyi appearing, so he stood up from his chair and said.

"Ah Sheng, you came early enough." Nanyi laughed.

"It must be early. There are many interesting places on Juelu Street, and half a day is not enough."

"Okay, I'll call Xia Dongyue." Nan Yi said, and went up to the second floor to call Ueto Masami.

After a while, Nanyi and Uedo Masami went downstairs together.

"How did we get there, did you drive?"

"Open, there is only one car."

"Then you take it in front, and we will follow you."

"good."

Five cars shuttled through the bustling urban area of ​​London, and it took about an hour on the road. Finally, after the car turned a big corner, Wu Zaisheng's car stopped slowly and did not drive further inside.

The vehicles of Nanyi and his party also stopped, and everyone got out of the car one by one.

Nanyi looked around, but he didn't see a Chinese-style archway with a red base and gray dots.

There should be a plaque inlaid on the archway, with the words "London Chinatown" written in sequence from right to left, and there are couplets on both sides.

Come to think of it, the archway should not have reached the point of erection, not because he remembered the wrong place.

Because of the restaurant next to it, Nan Yi was still very impressed.

Wu Zaisheng came to Nanyi and said, "Ahao, Ms. Dongyue, Chinatown is inside, I can't drive in, I need to walk."

"Then we'll walk in."

Wu Zaisheng walked in front, introducing the situation of Chinatown to Nanyi and the two along the way, and Nanyi's eyes were also looking around.

The decoration style of the shops on both sides of Juelu Street is full of middle-earth atmosphere. Compared with Chinatown in New York, it feels a little thicker here.

The signboards of the shops are either pure Chinese or pure English. Most of them are a combination of Chinese and English.

Through the words on these signboards, one can roughly guess who the potential customers of the store are.

Not long after the Spring Festival, the atmosphere of the new year is still there. Pairs of red lanterns are hung on the side of many shops, and couplets are pasted on the doors of some shops.

Nanyi read several couplets with different fonts, and it can be seen that this should be written by one person, and there should be a master of calligraphy living in Chinatown.

Along the way, Nanyi found that Chinatown has similarities with other Chinatowns, that is, the most shops are Chinese restaurants, one next to the other, and they are connected together; Category.

"Ahao, this is Juelu Street, a place where we Chinese live together, do you have a sense of intimacy?"

Nan Yi nodded slightly, and said with emotion: "It's better to feel more comfortable here."

"Haha, of course, you also know that we Chinese are nostalgic. Although we have been here for so many years, there are some traditions that are deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and it is impossible to erase them."

"Indeed." Nan Yi slightly nodded, expressing his agreement.

"Come on, let's continue shopping, and I will tell you about the history of Chinatown by the way." Wu Zaisheng walked while introducing: "Ah Hao, in the past two hundred years, the number of Chinese and overseas Chinese living in Eagle Country has reached more than 400,000 .

Although it is scattered in various parts of the Eagle Country, as long as there is Chinatown, the connection between us Chinese will not be broken. Chinatown is the bond for us Chinese to maintain each other.

Juelu Street is the place with the highest concentration of Chinese in the entire Eagle Country, and it is also the largest Chinese settlement.

In terms of the whole of Europe, this is not the largest or the earliest, but it is definitely the most traditional and lively Chinatown in the whole of Europe. "

When speaking, Wu Zaisheng unconsciously carried a sense of pride in his tone, which made Nan Yi contradictory.

Don't forget the tradition, don't forget where your roots are. If you don't become a banana man, the more advantages Wu Zaisheng has, the more difficult it will be for Nan Yi.

Walking along the way, Wu Zaisheng stopped from time to time to introduce the nearby shops to Nanyi. From time to time, the shop owner greeted Wu Zaisheng enthusiastically, and Wu Zaisheng also took the opportunity to introduce Nanyi and others.

Wu Zaisheng did not lie, he really knew people in Chinatown very well.

Before they knew it, Nan Yi and the others had already reached the end of the street, and it was time for dinner.

"Ah Hao, we've already wandered around half of Chinatown, let's go to my restaurant for dinner first, and we'll continue shopping in the afternoon."

"Okay, you are the master here, I am a guest as you please."

"Haha, my restaurant is not here, we have to go to Regent Street."

"Oh." Nan Yi asked deliberately: "Is it because there are too many Chinese restaurants here that you drive to Regent Street, so as to avoid competition?"

"Probably." Wu Zaisheng said perfunctorily.

After walking back, I picked up the car and drove to Regent Street.

After another few minutes, the car was parked in a parking space outside a shop.

As soon as they got out of the car, Nanyi saw an old man in his sixties wearing a Tang suit coming up from the shop with the signboard of Jingexuan.

"Young Master, you are here, why didn't you notify me?" the old man said when he came to Wu Zaisheng's side.

"Uncle Liu, I'm taking my friends to visit Chinatown, and I'll come over for dinner." Wu Zaisheng said with a smile: "Ahao, let me introduce you, this is Uncle Liu, Liu Agui, my old housekeeper.

Uncle Liu, this is Song Zihao, and next to him is his girlfriend Dongyuezi. They lived next to my house not long after they arrived from the capital. "

"Hello, Uncle Liu." Nanyi bowed his hands and greeted Liu Agui.

"Song Sheng, Miss Dongyue, hello, welcome to London." Liu Agui also greeted Nan Yi and the others politely.

It wasn't obvious just now, but as soon as Liu Agui said this, Nan Yi recognized it. Although Liu Agui spoke Mandarin, it obviously contained the unique vocabulary of Weitou dialect.

The Weitou dialect is the native dialect of Baoan and Xiangxi New Territories. Although it also belongs to the Cantonese family, it is actually slightly different, just like the difference between Beijing dialect and Mandarin. The difference can be heard by people who understand it.

"Uncle Liu, your accent sounds like a deep-rooted person."

"Song Sheng's hearing is really good. I am indeed from Bao'an, but I am not from the market, but from the countryside of Bao'an."

"Oh, that's right." Nan Yi nodded, thinking a little.

"Nanyi, this is my restaurant, and Uncle Liu is taking care of it now." Wu Zaisheng explained again when walking inside.

Nan Yi raised his eyebrows, looked up at the shop in front of him, the shop door was decorated in a classical atmosphere, using vermilion, and a signboard was hung in it, writing to Jinggexuan.

It is a quaint Chinese restaurant.

"The name is good, and the decoration is also good." Nan Yi said to Wu Zaisheng with a thumbs up.

"Haha, please come inside!"

Hearing Nanyi's praise, Wu Zaisheng raised his brows with joy, and as he approached the gate, he made a gesture of invitation.

Following Wu Zaisheng into Jinggexuan, he was ushered up to the second floor, walked into an office, and sat down on the sofa. After a while, two young women in Qing-style cloaks [chǎng] held two Come here with a tray.

Cloaks are women's clothing in the Qing Dynasty, and the styles of cloaks and shirts are similar.

The shirt is a long garment with round neck, right lapel, twisted lapel, straight body, flat sleeves, and no opening; the cloak has slits on the left and right to the armpits. It is more ornate, and the inset scrolling of the trim is more exquisite.

The two women put down the dried fruit platter and four teacups, said a blessing and left.

Regardless of dressing or etiquette, Nanyi can feel the decadent taste of the big Han family in the Qing Dynasty.

"Tea please." Wu Zaisheng picked up the teacup and gestured to Nan Yi and the two: "Ah Hao, you're welcome, just treat me as your own home."

"Yes, Song Sheng, Miss Dongyue, please don't be polite." Liu Agui, who was sitting next to her, also echoed.