Men and women eating in the courtyard

The continuous rainy weather in Hong Kong City basically occurs in June, July and August. After entering winter, there is much less rain.

But it gets really cold when it rains, so wear a light sweater or even a coat.

The Chaozhou Chamber of Commerce is an old building. When it was first built, it was still in the Qing Dynasty, and the feature of heating in the winter was not considered.

Later, people had the conditions and ideas, but they did not dare to destroy the old building, so anyone who sat here had to be exposed to the cold.

As the old saying goes, it's hard to be a boss.

Today, a big boss came here to play chess, and the manager was naturally transparent. He set up the screen early and lit the heater behind the screen.

It was already warm here when the big guys came in, and it was not cold at all compared to the raining weather outside.

"Fu Bo still knows how to do things, I like it."

When Zheng Liuma, the head of Fuyixing, came in, he joked with Uncle Fu, the housekeeper here: "Uncle Fu, I just got a pair of twins in my hands. They are very good. I will give them to you later to warm your feet~"

Uncle Fu just smiled and didn't care about the other person's teasing. He bowed slightly and asked for instructions from the old man sitting on the couch who was playing chess with a child.

The old man had a prosperous face and a kind expression. He glanced sideways at the visitor, nodded, and said to the child: "Go and play in the back hall."

"Hahaha~"

Zheng Liuma smiled and pinched the child's face, looking like a bad uncle.

Then he turned to the white paper fan that was following him and said, "You should learn more from Uncle Fu, this is an old-timer!"

"Don't think that just because you are a top student who graduated from Hong Kong City University means you are so great! Coward~"

After saying that, he looked at the scarred stick standing next to the white paper fan, curled his lips and said: "You are amazing! You are very good at hitting, aren't you!"

He pointed at Uncle Fu who was putting on the children's shoes and introduced: "Back then, Uncle Fu carried a twelve-inch machete and chopped from the north of the road to the south of the road!"

"Don't you believe it?! The whole street of Yutou Dong was taken down by Uncle Fu. You don't accept it!"

"I'll give you a twelve-inch machete. If you take down half the street for me, I'll call you the boss!"

The old man frowned slightly when he looked at the other person's crazy behavior, but he didn't care about this bastard's crazy talk. After having been together for many years, he knew that the other person had this kind of temperament and would end up on the streets sooner or later.

Uncle Fu put on the young master's shoes, took him out of bed, and then led him to the back hall.

The young master looked back curiously at the scolded man with a scarred face, and asked Uncle Fu in a sweet voice, "Who are they?"

Uncle Fu looked back at the man with a low eyebrow, then smiled slightly and replied to the young master: "Yeah~"

"That……"

The young master raised his eyebrows, looked at the man in a suit and glasses standing next to the scarred man, and asked, "Who are the top students who graduated from Hong Kong City University?"

Uncle Fu paused for a moment and answered directly without thinking: "Are you smart~"

"..."

"Ahem~"

Zheng Liuma, who was acting crazy, almost choked to death when he couldn't take a breath. He grabbed the tureen on the tea tray and quickly choked on a sip of hot tea.

"Haha, Uncle Fu is still so old and strong."

He caught a glimpse of the unkind look in the old man's eyes on the couch and quickly found a way down the stairs.

With a funny laugh, he kicked off his shoes, which were soft, and sat in the child's seat. He looked at the old man opposite and said, "Don't blame me for being nosy. It really doesn't make sense."

"What's the point? Let me listen."

The old man picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He looked at Zheng Liuma and said, "It's your first day out in the world~"

"I'm so overwhelmed~"

Zheng Liuma spread his hands and said, "I'm a serious businessman. That wharf is a serious business. If you can pay Bigfoot, I'm willing to sell it. What's wrong?"

"Now people on the street say that I am a woman who cheats and eats the bad, and I will not change my ways. I am really losing money because I am the one who takes the blame."

"Well, what do you want to do?"

The old man put down the tea cup and looked at the screen at the door. Behind it was the stove that Uncle Fu had sent to place. The fire was blazing and hot steam was gushing out.

"I've already found Fat Boy B. He's too brave to bother with novels. He's a loser."

Zheng Liuma reported in a low voice: "I asked him who did it, and he said that the on-site investigation was done by professional killers."

"Isn't this just... nonsense~"

Just when he was about to say something rude, he saw the old man's sharp eyes and calmed down his temper slightly, but the anger in his heart was still very strong.

"I've never heard of anyone in Hong Kong who dared to kill a wealthy man at his doorstep, and I've never seen wind blowing on the street. It's definitely not the work of a professional killer."

"What's your guess?"

The old man sat up straight, picked up the chess pieces on the chessboard, and put them back into the chess cup one by one.

Zheng Liuma glanced at the white paper fan standing on the ground and said: "Brothers suspect that it was the big circle boy. After all, there is no reason."

"But Kesheng took people to walk around the scene and felt that the technique was not very similar and too delicate."

The Kesheng Zheng Liuma was talking about was Zhang Kesheng, a top graduate from Hong Kong City University who wore a suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

At this moment, he was called by the big boss, and when he saw the old man looking at him, he took the initiative to stand up and explain: "I also asked the big guy, there has been no activity recently."

"Especially the person who committed the crime. The singer in front of the door and the witnesses all said that he was an old man. He also prepared and covered up, which is inconsistent with the usual image of a big circle boy."

This is true. The big guys always do things straightforwardly. They are strong in skills and extremely brutal in weapon fighting. The skills in their hands are all real killing skills.

In fact, anyone who cares can tell if he is a big circle boy. His clothes are old-fashioned, and his accent is obviously different. He always says something: he is destined to die, and money is far more important than his life.

According to Zhang Kesheng's analysis, this group of people is definitely organized and must be from Port-au-Prince.

After all, with such professional techniques, such a proper layout, and such a decisive retreat, not even Fat Boy B dared to provoke him. Without the support of capital, it would be impossible.

The old man lying on his back had obviously thought of this. After thinking for a moment, he looked at Zheng Liuma and said, "Tell me, what is the purpose of coming to me and what do you want to do."

"Please Fourth Master, please make the decision for me."

Zheng Liuma first said a request, and then said seriously: "You don't need to do it yourself, my people still have this ability."

"I just heard that the other party also has a deep background. I hope the fourth master will take care of him when the time comes."

"Well, you are a Chaozhou boy and have made great contributions to the Chamber of Commerce. Naturally, I want to take care of you."

The old man said slowly: "It's just that they have made it clear that they want carriages and horses, and they only want the dock. They are not targeting you directly. Have you thought about the consequences?"

"Although I abandoned the boat and went ashore, my courage was not lost in the sea."

Zheng Liuma said: "I had just reached an agreement with Bigfoot Huang, and my back foot was knocked off the table. How can I lead my brothers without such a bad breath?"

"But I'm the most measured person. I kill people to pay for their lives and debts to pay for their money. I only want those unknown people to take the life of Bigfoot before I take it home."

The old man was noncommittal to Zheng Liuma's answer. He opened the lid of the tea to let the tea warm, and said calmly: "You are all big brothers. You have your own rules for doing things. I only advise you to think twice before you act."

"Fourth Master, I don't believe anyone here in Hong Kong City dares to mess with our Chaozhou Gang!"

"Shut up! You have no right to speak here!"

Zheng Liuma taught the scar-faced man under his command a lesson. Seeing the worry of the fourth master, he went down to put on his shoes and stood up, cupping his hands and saying: "Lao Liu, remember the teachings of the fourth master, only do things and don't cause trouble."

"Um"

The old man put away the tea tray and waved to him, indicating that he could help himself.

Zheng Liuma bowed again, took the coat handed to him by his subordinates, put it on, turned around and led his younger brothers out of the lobby.

A Mercedes-Benz was parked steadily in front of the door in the rain, and several boys came to pick them up with umbrellas.

Zheng Liuma stood at the door, looked back at the main room, and lectured the scar-faced man: "If you don't know how to talk, talk less."

"yes"

The scar-faced man also knew that he had said the wrong thing and lowered his head cautiously.

Zhang Kesheng, the white paper fan, came closer to Zheng Liuma and persuaded in a low voice: "Fourth Master won't leave us alone, right?"

"You are too preoccupied. You are just trying to build a memorial arch."

Zheng Liuma looked at the gloomy Lian Yutian and breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "The Chamber of Commerce does not belong to one person, nor does it represent an individual."

After saying that, he waved his hands and refused to talk about this topic again. Instead, he ordered to the scar-faced man: "Leave this matter to you. Pull out the flag at the pier for me. Turn around and see the three flags in Bigfoot's hand." You can pick any one at the dock."

"Yes! Thank you, brother!"

The scar-faced man agreed excitedly. Seeing the eldest brother waving his hands to get in the car, he quickly grabbed the umbrella from the younger brother's hand and escorted him to Pingzhi down the steps.

——

"The waves are rolling and the water flows eastward. Doctor Lu holds a banquet to invite the princes."

"It was the 13th day of the lunar month when I went to the meeting in person and saw that Guan Gong was sitting on a smooth sailing boat. With Zhou Cang, there is courage but no strategy."

…

There are shantytowns built by fishermen and poor workers on the embankment opposite Yau Ma Tei Pier.

Because it faces the dock and is close to the main road, business travelers come and go in an endless stream, and the place has developed into a small town.

Two overlapping roads, one connected to the main road and the other running from east to west, split this naturally formed town into four uneven halves. The widest road leads directly to the bay where the dock is located.

At the most prosperous intersection in the town, there is a spacious teahouse, or a shack built in a thatched style that cannot be called a teahouse, but a tea shop.

The teahouse is a solid wood brick-concrete structure. It looks rough, but it is strong and durable. After many years of wind and rain, people have changed it several times, but it remains strong.

The shantytowns are all inhabited by poor people. There is no such thing as drinking tea and chatting, let alone reciting poems and writing poems.

Most of the people who stay here are small workers on the dock, or foremen who gather small workers to take over jobs.

Different from a serious teahouse, tea is boiled in the big boiler in front of the door, meat is cooked in the big pot in the backyard, and mahjong is cooked in the big stew pot in the house.

A business that serves the poor is naturally about making money. On weekdays, it gives the workers a rest, provides office space for the foremen, and provides card games to the bad guys.

It’s noon, and we have to prepare a pot of food, mostly seafood, fish, and some pickles, which is considered a high-end meal.

Since the teahouse changed hands a few months ago, its style has changed a bit, and there is a couplet on the pillar at the door.

First couplet: The universe inside the Imperial Garden is great

Second line: The sun and moon grow long in the fragrant tea pot

The couplets were there, the name of the teahouse was there, and the banner read: Sihai Teahouse.

This is a town built by poor people, and those who come to the teahouse to drink tea and play are also poor people, and few outsiders come in.

Business trips don't require such a long journey, and most of them have to take a bus to the city to rest.

Today is a rainy day and there is no work at the wharf. The workers are waiting for God to be merciful, which will happen in the next half hour, otherwise the family will be hungry for another day.

They didn't dare to go far, so they could only wait at the dock and wait for the foreman to shout, earning money for three meals a day.

In the shantytown, there is no dry place under the roof, and the rain is still coming.

With such heavy rain, who would be willing to let these workers take shelter under the eaves? Not to mention safety, it is not worth it to lose some things.

The teahouse is different. The new boss has set a rule that everyone who opens the door is a guest, and everyone is the same.

So many workers come here to take shelter from the rain as long as it rains.

The Sihai Teahouse is worthy of its name. The young men speak with a big corn-flavored accent and shout that the tea in the big tea stove at the door is free to drink, take it yourself.

Of course, this is a teahouse, not a charity hall. The free tea is just a name. There is a square wooden box next to the tea stove with a long opening on it.

This tea is considered good tea, which is used by everyone to keep warm and drive away the cold. If you are really short of money, you can naturally take the bamboo tube on the table to drink it.

If they didn't need these little things, they would naturally walk into the house with their necks held high to drink the higher-end tea.

Some kindhearted people would put a few dimes, or one or two yuan in the tea box when they passed by, which was considered a good deed for the boss.

Whenever this happened, the waiters would definitely sing in unison, saying that the boss had done a great deed to save all living beings.

At first, there were more people drinking tea than donating money, but later, seeing that the fire in the tea stove was always on, the money box slowly sank.

In ancient times, there must have been folk art in places where there were teahouses, but most of them were grass-roots troupes.

Why is it called a grass-roots troupe? Because the square stage for the performance may be a straw mat.

The owner of Sihai Teahouse likes to listen to music, so he informed the waiters to use the wooden boxes on the dock to piece together a square stage.

There were storytellers and Pingtan singers on the stage, but there was no Errenzhuan, which was a pity.

The tips from the artists belong to the artists, and Sihai Teahouse doesn't take any money, which is really worthy of the good reputation of Sihai.

In the past, the managers and foremen on the docks would rest here, drink tea, call the roll, and pay wages. With the open space in front of the door, this place has really become a CBD.

You see, this town is not big, but the workers who do long-term work here have their own set of behavioral norms and standards for doing things.

There are few troublemakers in the teahouse, because they all know that those who can set up a stall to sell tea here are not easy to mess with.

There are good and bad reputations. The owner of Sihai Teahouse can be seen often. He is very kind, and the guys in the store are also very polite and enthusiastic.

From top to bottom, they all speak with a northeastern accent. The tea is well-cooked and dares to be served. The lunch at noon is full of oil, water and salt, so there is never a shortage of customers here.

At noon, the rain is still falling. The workers are cursing and looking at the sky. They will definitely be hungry today.

A rickshaw came down from the highway along the muddy road, followed by more than a dozen bicycles.

When it arrived in front of the teahouse, the rickshaw tried its best to stop, and then it stopped steadily in the mud.

There was a commotion behind, and there were more than 30 people standing at the door, including those riding bicycles and those sitting in the car.

The sensible driver took out an umbrella from under the rickshaw and opened it to prop it on the side of the rickshaw's rain cover. He stepped on the front bar of the rickshaw with one foot and bowed to ask the old man on the rickshaw to get off.

I saw a scarred man getting off the rickshaw, stepping on the stone slab in front of the door, looking at the filth in his eyes, and he was really disgusted.

The gangsters who had driven the rickshaws gathered around the scarred man, and their eyes were all looking at the inside of the teahouse through the bamboo curtain.

The scarred man didn't care about anything else, shook the raindrops on his hand, threw two yuan to the driver, and walked into the teahouse.

The driver escorted him straight into the door, then put away his umbrella, hid from the gangsters who followed him, went around from the side, put away the rickshaw and ran back desperately.

The originally spacious teahouse became crowded in an instant because of the influx of these people.

The Pingtan "Going to a Meeting with a Single Sword" on the stage was almost choked because of these people.

A man and a woman looked at each other, quietly lowered their voices, clenched the food in their hands and hid behind.

The groups of people playing cards in the teahouse naturally did not notice them, their eyes were all on the mahjong tiles in their hands.

One of them was holding the two cakes in his hand and hesitating whether to hit it out.

Of course, more than 30 people rushed in together, which naturally attracted the attention of the workers who were watching the excitement, but at this time, there was a waiter who greeted them, and no one cared.

But just when the waiter sang the waiter's call to greet him, the scarred man pressed his hand on the waiter's face.

This was not the end. He pushed the waiter and walked inside until he stood in the middle of the room.

The waiter was hit and was stunned. He stared at the scarred man, not knowing how to greet him.

The scarred man ignored him, but glanced at everyone in the room and shouted: "Who did the rich man's case? Come out, or I will burn this place and send you to hell!"

The waiters in the teahouse looked at each other and saw that these people were not friendly. They quietly retreated and went to the back hall.

At this time, the teahouse was silent, and everyone held their breath. You could hear a pin drop.

"Erbing!"

"Haha! Hu La! Single hanging Erbing! You loser!"

"Gan Lin's mother!"

The person who lit the cannon was naturally annoyed by the opponent's show-off, and he was about to get up after slapping the card table.

But then he felt a weight on his shoulders, a pair of big hands pressed down on him, and a hoarse voice rang in his ears: "Do you think you are very humorous?"

The man who was firing the gun only felt a sharp knife hitting his waist, and he immediately became obedient.

The scarred man saw that he was being smart and didn't say anything, so he pushed him hard and pushed him down on the card table, knocking over the mahjong table, and the mahjong tiles were scattered all over the floor.

"I'll count to three, if you don't come out, I'll set fire!"

"One!"

...

"Everyone is a guest, don't burn the house if there is a fire"

A flat-headed man in his forties walked out of the back hall slowly, saying polite words.

The man was wearing a thick cloth coat on his upper body, a pair of velvet knickerbockers on his lower body, and a pair of black cloth shoes on his feet. He was dressed very casually.

No matter if he was sitting or squatting in the teahouse, when they saw this man coming out, they all stood up straight, and unconsciously formed a fan shape, blocking the more than 30 people in the middle.

The scarred man glanced at the people around him with disdain, and asked the flat-headed man: "Did you commit the case of the rich man?"

"Everyone has his own responsibility, don't show off!"

"No, I'm not showing off."

The flat-headed man smiled slightly and raised his hand and said: "May I ask if you are working in the government or standing up for others?"

"Stop talking nonsense, do you want to go with us, or do you want me to break your legs and then go with us?"

"Then there is no room for discussion?"

The flat-headed man laughed and turned back. The scarred man would never let the meat in his mouth run away.

The sharp knife in his sleeve fell off with a swish, and he raised his leg to catch people.

The more than 30 people behind him all pulled out inch-long machetes from their waists, all of them were ready to chop people with frowns and glares.

The scarred man had just taken this step, and before he could follow up with the second step, he suddenly had a black hole shotgun on his forehead.

There is no specific shape or model, it is just a gunpowder gun used to hunt wild boars in the old forests of Northeast China.

Think about it, for a gunpowder gun, don’t mention the range, let alone the accuracy. The only thing that can be said is the lethality within a few meters.

In fact, it is not very big. It can’t even break the wild boar’s head. At most, it can make a big hole in the wild boar’s body.

There is actually no technical content to make this thing. Any dog ​​can make it.

So when the scarred man was blocked, the more than 30 straw sandals who followed him found that there were several more similar guns in the house.

It’s very strange. All the guns are facing the door. The fan-shaped position where the people in the teahouse are standing is just right, and they don’t need to move their feet to dodge the gun muzzle.

Did they fall into a bandit’s nest?

Hong Kong society people always fight with cold weapons, and rarely use firearms.

Even if they use them, they have to be more sophisticated. What the hell is a gun like a cannon barrel? !

This is totally unethical!

The scarred man stared at the young man with a gun, who was the skinny guy who had just greeted him at the door.

The two looked at each other with a sense of humor. One was tall and strong, strong and powerful, eight feet tall, and fierce.

On the other hand, the young man was skinny, short, with a silly and cute face.

The scarred man was also a man who shit with his face facing outward. He had been in the underworld for many years and was a red stick. Could he be scared by this broken gun?

He was not afraid of the pole on his forehead at all. He said word by word in a fierce tone: "I don't believe you dare..."

"Bang!"

"Pop!"

The scarred man hadn't finished his fierce words yet, and the young man closed his eyes hard, and his brain exploded.

There are two kinds of explosions here, one is the spiritual level, and the other is the physical level.

When the scarred man saw the boy closing his eyes, he knew it was going to be bad. This little bastard really dared to shoot.

There is no need to explain the physical explosion. You go to the market to buy a big watermelon, carry it and walk home, singing and humming. As you walk, your hand slips and "bang!" You look down at the ground!

"Hey~~~"

The boy just opened his eyes at this moment, still holding the gunpowder gun in his hand.

After the smoke from the explosion of black gunpowder was blown away by the sea breeze mixed with rain and moisture, the boy was stunned and asked blankly: "What did you say?"

Because yesterday's extra chapter brought inconvenience to all the good brothers and sisters in the reading experience, Lao Wu apologizes again here and adds an extra chapter to ask for forgiveness. I wish all the good brothers and sisters to eat more watermelons and have more parties in the coming summer~