Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

Scanning the car, Gu Siwei found that besides this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, there were several young people. It was obvious at a glance that these young people were probably doing something serious. Although they were not ferocious in appearance, they were There was also a sense of scorn about him.

But Gu Siwei can also imagine how many people who have swum from land can succeed in doing business here.

This is determined by the nature of the port city.

Nowadays, the society in Hong Kong is roughly divided into three tiers. The top ones are naturally the British. They are at the top of society and are almost the king of Hong Kong.

The second level is the upper-level Chinese. These people are usually wealthy people from China, and people who have become prosperous thanks to the British. People at this level almost all serve the British to manage the Hong Kong city, regardless of whether Whether you have it or have status, you are all operating under the baton of the British.

The third level is ordinary people. There is nothing to say about this. It is this group of people who suffer and suffer from poverty.

At the bottom of this third level are the Xingang people who have just swum from land. These people often do the hardest work and suffer the most.

At this time, Hong Kong's economy was about to take off, so the average person's life was pretty good. To be honest, it was definitely better than in China.

But at the same time, the Hong Kong city is also quite chaotic at the moment. If nothing else, this is the era Lei Luo lives in in movies and TV series.

Naturally, Gu Siwei didn't know this. He just came here to buy medicine, and he had no intention of living here permanently. Others liked Hong Kong City, and he had no special liking for big cities including Hong Kong City.

"Hello, are you here too?"

People are so enthusiastic, Gu Siwei can't give them a cold face, right? As for whether he is a good person or something, these are within the scope of Lao Gu's consideration?

Gu Siwei didn't care at all. If these people wanted to harm him, then Gu Siwei didn't mind letting them taste the clicking sound of Thompson in his own space.

If they don't harm themselves, what does it have to do with themselves? There are so many things happening in society every day. Even if I am Nezha, I can't control it, right?

Seeing that Gu Siwei was very enthusiastic, this guy became even more energetic. He patted the car door and shouted to his companion: "Stop, stop."

When the car stopped, he opened the door and jumped out of the car.

After getting off the bus, he patted the car door again: "You guys go back first, I'll go shopping with my fellow villagers here!"

Gu Siwei was a little speechless, thinking that this guy was too familiar.

"I thought you didn't come here. I heard that there were a lot of people caught on the road this time..."

When he came to Gu Siwei's side, the young man started chatting mode again and talked to Gu Siwei about what happened last night.

Gu Siwei listened pretendingly, and walked forward aimlessly while listening.

In Gu Siwei's view, the road was very narrow, a bit depressing. There were four or five-story concrete buildings on both sides of the road. There was almost no sunlight when walking on the sidewalk.

There are more signboards on the roadside. Let's put it this way, Gu Siwei has never seen so many signboards. It feels like they are just hanging one by one. The buildings can hardly be seen. Looking at the road from here to There are signs all over the place.

"How's it going? The port city is prosperous, right?"

The young man standing side by side with Gu Siwei saw Gu Siwei looking at both sides of the street, so he asked proudly, with a little pride when he said this, as if the prosperity of this port city was related to him.

Regarding the mentality of young people, Gu Siwei feels a little happy.

"Just so so, the signboard is too messy and not beautiful at all." Gu Siwei thought for a moment and then added.

The young man was surprised: "Not beautiful? No, you are wrong, this is the taste of freedom!"

As he spoke, the young man took a deep breath: "You just came here, so you don't know how good it is here. You will know after you live for a long time. All you need here is...".

As he spoke, he made a gesture of twisting his fingers together, which is the posture of counting money.

"As long as you have this, you will have all kinds of fame, wealth, and women. As long as you have enough money, the British will have to lick your buttocks... So, brother, your biggest task when you come here is to make money and bring domestic wealth to the country." That kind of thing is called throwing it away, the farther away the better, I have lived a good enough life these days, nothing is good over there, not this, that is not allowed, anyone can be punished with a few curses, here As long as you don't scold the queen, you can scold anyone you want..." the young man said proudly.

Gu Siwei looked at him with a smile. He didn't believe a word of this guy's words. If you think too well of others, you will suffer. In the future, a diplomat said something, that is, we Chinese think too much of you. That's great, we thought you had the minimum standards of being a human being, but who knew you people didn't have any at all!

"Don't wear these clothes. If you are wearing this, people will know that you came here swimming. Did you see the way the people around you looked at you?"

The young man stretched out his hand and pulled Gu Siwei's clothes.

Now Gu Siwei is naturally wearing the same clothes as before. Even if he wants to buy something fashionable, there is no place to buy it. Even if it is the most fashionable clothes in China, if they are worn on the streets of Hong Kong today, they will not be the same in the eyes of this group of pedestrians. The existence of soil falling off.

Gu Siwei doesn't care about this. Apart from anything else, the most important thing for Chinese youth born in the 1990s is self-confidence. This aspect really surpasses those born in the 1970s and 1980s as a whole.

He turned around and looked around, and sure enough he saw many people looking at him strangely.

Gu Siwei thought for a moment, then looked up at the sign on his forehead. Soon Gu Siwei locked onto a store because it clearly said pawn shop.

Without thinking, Gu Siwei walked straight into the pawn shop.

The young man saw it and immediately followed him.

Entering the pawn shop, Gu Siwei felt that it was quite new. This was his first time entering the pawn shop. When he entered, there was a small opening. It was not big, only about two meters wide. When he entered the door, he looked up and saw a high counter, which was almost 1.5 meters. At a height of 1.6 meters, an ordinary person standing in front of the counter can only show his head.

Gu Siwei's height is naturally not needed.

"anything?"

Behind the counter was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a suit and tie, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. He was writing something with his head down. When he saw someone coming in, he raised his eyes slightly and found that he was dressed as a mainlander. The young man guessed that this person had just swum here not long ago.

We see many middle-aged people like this. Many of the new arrivals bring something with them, most of which are not valuable.

So the middle-aged man just raised his eyes and asked casually.

“What’s the price for the small yellow croaker?”

Gu Siwei had no time to talk nonsense with him, so he stopped in front of the counter and asked.

"Do you want to buy or sell?"

The middle-aged man heard the little yellow croaker raise his head and glance at Gu Siwei, and smiled secretly in his heart.

He really didn't think that the man in front of him had small yellow croakers on his hands. He had met countless people from the north, but he had never heard of people who swam with small yellow croakers on their bodies. Even if he had some at home before, he couldn't keep them. He wanted to take them with him. It's even harder to come over here.

"Sell!"

As he spoke, Gu Siwei took something out of his pocket and threw it on the counter. A small yellow croaker appeared on the counter.

As soon as he saw the small yellow croaker on the counter, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. With just one glance, he knew that the small yellow croaker was real and there was no possibility of it being fake. This was the sharpness of his eyesight that he had developed over many years.

Seeing Gu Siwei's behavior, the middle-aged man suddenly changed his face and walked out from behind the counter with the small yellow croaker.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was a little busy with what I was doing just now, and I didn't notice you two. Please sit down, please sit down!"

If you have money, you are an uncle. The middle-aged man demonstrates this Hong Kong rule to the fullest.

At this moment, the young man was a little dumbfounded. He thought he had just met a rookie who had just arrived in Hong Kong. But now he saw that his pocket was much deeper than his.

The young man who was boasting so much now suddenly wilts.

Gu Siwei was not polite, he sat down on the chair next to him with great force, and he looked like a big patron.

"Okay, I'm quite busy. Please give me a price." Gu Siwei waited for someone to serve him tea. He picked it up and took a sip before putting the tea cup down.

Drinking tea is very casual and not very particular, but the middle-aged people don't dare to neglect it anymore. It's a good thing to follow the rules, and it's a good thing to pay attention to the pomp and circumstance, but what's even more awesome are those who don't pay attention to it. There are two types of people who don't pay attention to it. One is that people don't need to pay attention to their status.

This thing is like some aristocratic training course that has been held for decades. It charges you tens of thousands for a few classes, and then tells you not to hold the thin bottom of the glass with your hands when drinking red wine. This is what low-class people do. It turns out there is a photo of the Queen of England holding a cup like this.

People with status don't pay attention to it, or when you reach a certain status, you don't need to pay attention to it. You just follow the rules.

There is also a category of desperadoes. These people don't know how to be particular. They are used to talking with knives.

The middle-aged man felt that of the two people in front of him, the latter was probably more likely to be present.

Quoted a price.

Gu Siwei glanced at the expression of the young man next to him with the corner of his eye, and found that there was nothing unusual about him, so he guessed that the price was okay.

"That's it, let's change one piece first, and the rest later." Gu Siwei patted the table.

"This is a pawn shop," the middle-aged man said with a wry smile.

Gu Siwei was a little confused.

Seeing Gu Siwei's appearance, the middle-aged man explained to Gu Siwei what it means to die and what it means to live.

"So troublesome!"

Gu Siwei was a little confused. After thinking for a moment, he asked the young man: "What do you think?"

This question is the same as asking a follower.

The young man said: "It's quite suitable. It's usually about this price."

The young man knew a little about this thing, so he spoke with absolute certainty.

"Then let's die like this."

Gu Siwei didn't want to be verbose anymore.

So the middle-aged man came over with a pen and paper, confirmed the agreement twice, replaced it with a roll of Hong Kong paper and handed it to Gu Siwei to complete the deal.

After sending Gu Siwei and Gu Siwei to the door, the middle-aged man returned to the shop.

After walking a few steps, the young man finally couldn't help but asked: "Do you know the price?"

"I don't know." Gu Siwei shook his head.

The young man was even more puzzled: "Then you are not afraid that he will lie to you?"

"I'm never afraid of others lying to me. It's his fault that I don't know. If I find out, I'll burn down his shop!" Gu Siwei said calmly.

In an instant, the young man became shorter again, and he felt that what the young man in front of him, who was smaller than him, seemed to be telling the truth.