Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"I told you earlier, those bastards are afraid of our police officers!" Seeing that the collection went well, the big headlines that had been silent before started to sway again, and blew water at Du Yongxiao on Nathan Road and Bird Street: "Just now you saw No, those bastards one by one officer, one by one SIR, lest we take out our guns and shoot them."

"Yes, you are sharp." Du Yongxiao took out his Marlboro, flicked his middle finger, popped out a cigarette and handed it to Datouwen.

"It's a little embarrassing to always smoke your cigarette." Datouwen took the cigarette and bit it on his mouth. Du Yongxiao helped him light it, "You have treated your guests to dinner, it should be."

"Hey, when it comes to eating, I'm hungry again, why don't we have a bowl of chop suey noodles?" Datouwen pointed at the noodle stall next to him with a cigarette in his hand.

Du Yongxiao looked at the time, from one o'clock in the afternoon to almost five o'clock now, the last restaurant happened to be here on Nathan Road again, and it would not be too late to collect the bowl of noodles after eating.

"Okay, Brother Wen, you still say that you can work when you have a full stomach!" Du Yongxiao accompanied Datouwen towards the noodle stall.

Bird Street at five o'clock is very lively, both sides of the street have long been occupied by various food stalls and stalls, and the stall owners are even loudly yelling to attract customers.

Those office workers who need to work overtime in companies and factories will come out during this time, and find something to eat at any food stall, such as fried fish balls in sauce, spicy sausage, fried beef river, chop suey noodles, wonton noodles, and Beef noodles and so on are the favorites of these working people.

Often, it only takes five or six cents to feed your stomach. For those with a good appetite, you can also spend ten cents for a cup of Laobaigan, or Wujiapi, with fish balls and fat intestines.

Du Yongxiao likes this down-to-earth atmosphere of fireworks. Not far away, there are stalls selling Dali pills, fortune-telling for others, small vendors selling smuggled electrical appliances, and those who stir-fry Niuhe with white towels around their necks in front of the stalls. Master, Du Yongxiao feels that he is living in a real world with flesh and blood, pain and tears.

Datouwen found a seat and sat down, turned around and yelled at the noodle stall master: "Two servings of chop suey noodles, I want to add eggs! Ah Xiao, how about you?"

Datouwen turned around and asked Du Yongxiao.

Du Yongxiao glanced around, everyone looked surprised, few people came here to eat noodles like him in a suit.

"Anything is fine." Du Yongxiao is not particular about the food for the time being, as long as he can eat it.

Datouwen turned his head and yelled at the master again: "My brother is the same, also add eggs!"

The noodle stall master scoops out the steaming thick noodles with a strainer, quickly flips them into two large bowls, and then scoops a spoonful of saozi into the bowls—the saozi contains beef brisket, pig skin, pig blood, etc. When serving, add two curry fish balls and a few green vegetables.

"Boss, let's add more skin in twos and fives." Du Yongxiao said.

Datouwen shook his head, "Yes, why didn't I think of it? Drink to strengthen your courage! Boss, add a little more, half a catty!"

Soon, Wujiapi was also served.

This time, Du Yongxiao has already handed over the money without waiting for the big head to show his prestige and prestige, "Thank you!"

The big head text rolled his eyes: "Sometimes I really wonder if you are a son-in-law—what if you have money but nothing to spend? It's just a bowl of noodles!"

"It's a bowl of noodles for us, but it's a way of making a living for him." Du Yongxiao poured a glass of wine and handed it over.

"I can't say no to you! Oh, this wine is so bitter!"

Wujiapi is the most common medicinal wine in the folk. It is generally based on white wine or sorghum wine, soaked with Chinese medicinal materials such as Wujiapi, ginseng, and cinnamon. The taste is bitter and the wine taste is very strong.

Du Yongxiao took a sip, it was really bitter, but what he liked the most was the smell of this wine, it smelled so strong that one sip would make one feel full of alcohol.

This point, very good!

This is what Du Yongxiao wanted.

What the big headline wants is to drink for courage, but what Du Yongxiao wants is to drink to get mad.

After drinking almost two taels and five skins, Du Yongxiao regained his appetite, picked up the noodle bowl and drank all the soup and juice in one gulp.

The noodle stall owner had a rare leisure time, leaning on the car and wiping the greasy neck with a towel, with a cigarette butt in his mouth, very satisfied with Du Yongxiao's behavior.

Before he saw Du Yongxiao dressed up, he thought he was some kind of son-in-law, and when he saw Du Yongxiao drinking and not eating noodles, he thought he didn't like his craftsmanship. Now seeing Du Yongxiao eat up the noodles in one go, he is happy.

In order to finish the rest of the wine, Datouwen ordered fried pork blood with leeks and five-spice peanuts.

Du Yongxiao was attracted by the conversation between two diners not far away.

"It's so cruel, I saw with my own eyes that the Golden Hook Casino beheaded an old man!"

"That's right, Golden Hook Casino is backed by righteous groups, it's awesome!"

When Du Yongxiao heard this "click", his heart rose.

"Don't talk about those who pay thousands of dollars, even those who charge fees, it is said that they were also disabled!"

"Too fierce!"

"Yes, it's cruel!"

When Du Yongxiao heard this, he already knew that the Golden Hook Casino should not be messed with, but this casino was the last one they wanted to accept.

what to do?

Du Yongxiao picked up the wine glass and drank it down, the bitter Wujiapi almost choked him up.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Du Yongxiao coughed a few times, got up and said to Datouwen, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Datouwen was drinking vigorously, picked up a piece of pig blood with chopsticks and threw it into his mouth: "Hurry up first!"

Du Yongxiao nodded and walked towards the public toilet.

After entering the public toilet, he found the cubicle, immediately took out the gun hanging under his armpit, squatted down, and stuffed the gun into the stocking.

Most of the socks in this era were thick and the tubes were very long. The socks made of black polyester were also elastic, and the guns inserted into the socks were actually very secure.

Du Yongxiao tried to walk a few steps, but felt that he couldn't do it. He bent down and took off a shoelace, and used it to tie the socks and the gun together. Pull out another shoelace, burn it with a match, divide it into two pieces, and tie it on the shoe.

After finishing everything, Du Yongxiao took a deep breath, tried to walk in the cubicle, and walked out of the bathroom after feeling safe.

Knowing that there might be a fierce battle ahead, Du Yongxiao thought for a while, then went to the public telephone booth again, took out three coins, put them in with a "boom", and made three phone calls, one to the West Kowloon Patrol Department and one to the The West Kowloon Fire Department, and the last one called the Ming Pao reporter.

Back at the noodle stall, Datouwen has almost eaten.

Du Yongxiao greeted: "Let's go, Brother Wen!"

Datouwen shook his head and stood up, holding the money bag in his arms, "This wine is so sharp, I didn't finish it!"

Du Yongxiao smiled, put a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, but didn't light it, stepped forward, picked up the remaining Wujiapi, splashed it on his palm, and rubbed it on his face and neck.

"What are you doing?" Datouwen was taken aback.

Du Yongxiao didn't answer, turned around and left.

Datouwen thought about it, and imitated Du Yongxiao, put some Wujia skin on his face and neck, and said in his heart: "Is this some kind of ceremony? Buddha bless you!"