Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

After leaving the pawn shop, Gu Siwei walked into a clothing store and scanned the price tags in the store. Gu Siwei felt secretly more at ease.

After falling in love with a few clothes, Gu Siwei didn't bargain much about the price. Gu Siwei thought it would be better to take a rest with such talk, so he paid for it and went into the changing room. When he came out, the original domestic suits were gone.

"Hey, it's really Handesang's mother!"

The young man said something immediately when he saw Gu Siwei coming out.

Gu Siwei was stunned for a moment. He didn't remember who Handesang's mother was. It took him a long time to realize that he was praising himself.

Not to mention young people, even the little girl selling clothes in the store was stunned when she saw Gu Siwei at this moment.

Gu Siwei stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror and looked at himself in the mirror. He felt that it was indeed a bit characteristic of the times. He was now wearing beige bell-bottom pants, a thin suit of the same color on his upper body, and a large collar underneath the suit. The purple floral shirt looks like a Hong Kong hippie.

Now the only thing missing is a pair of pointed leather shoes on my feet and a pair of toad glasses on the bridge of my nose.

"It's just that this dress is a little too small."

After hearing this, Gu Siwei turned over his clothes and said: "No, people on the street now wear European-style suits, which are designed for Europeans and are not suitable for us Asians, so they wear them It always seems to be one size larger, this is the real Asian layout.”

I don’t know if it’s because it’s a colony or something, but the suits on the streets of Hong Kong are all this wide and neat, and it looks like they can wear an old cotton-padded jacket underneath. How could Gu Siwei like this style, so he directly I just bought an Asian style suit.

As soon as this was said, someone immediately echoed it.

"This gentleman is so right!"

Gu Siwei turned around and saw a young man, who looked about twenty-five or six years old. However, even if he was only twenty-five or six years old, the top of his forehead was very difficult to show, and there were almost no hairs left.

A standard smart head doesn't grow hair.

The young man wore black-framed round glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked elegant.

"Hello, sir, I am the owner of this store, and my name is Li Jiacheng."

As soon as he heard the name, Gu Siwei's face suddenly lit up.

"What's your name?" Gu Siwei asked.

"Muzili, the home of the family, the city of the city," the young man introduced.

After hearing this, Gu Siwei let out a sigh of relief: "I thought you didn't sell plastic flowers."

After a second thought, he added: "There are so many people in Hong Kong who call us home city, they are almost catching up with Zihan at that time."

Li Jiacheng was confused when he heard this.

"What's your name for this one?" Li Jiacheng turned to the young man standing next to Gu Siwei.

The young man felt a little embarrassed now and scratched his head: "My name is Pan Baofeng."

"It turns out to be Mr. Pan." Li Jiacheng was polite.

Next, Li Jiacheng took Gu Siwei and talked for a while. He originally thought that Gu Siwei was a person who was very knowledgeable about fashion, but after talking for a while, he found that this person had some vision, but not much, and he also had some knowledge. Likewise, Not much.

So it was no longer interesting to talk about it.

Gu Siwei doesn’t want to get involved with this guy, let alone his name is Li Jiacheng. Even if he is, what does it have to do with Lao Gu? Can’t Lao Gu make money himself? Why do you want to lick other people’s buttocks as soon as you are reborn? Gouzi?

Despicable!

Accept someone as your younger brother?

Don't talk nonsense, Lao Gu feels that at his own level, even if he accepts it now, he will be killed by such an ambitious younger brother in the future.

If he really had that ability, would he have had to go to a third-tier city to find a small factory to make a living in his previous life?

The hard thing for this man is to recognize himself!

After leaving the store, Gu Siwei gathered all the clothes he had on him. At the same time, he watched Pan Baofeng follow him all the way and also dressed him up, which was regarded as a tip for him.

"Okay! There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. Let's say goodbye here. From now on, we will be far away from each other. We will meet again if we are destined."

After leaving the store here, Gu Siwei was ready to separate from Pan Baoxian.

After hearing this, Pan Baofeng said directly: "Brother, let me follow you!"

Um? !

Gu Siwei looked at Pan Baofeng and looked him up and down, and then said: "Should I take you with me? You are beautiful! Go back and do your work. My profession is not suitable for you."

How could Gu Siwei want to take him with him? Besides, he wouldn't stay here long, taking Pan Baofeng with him? It's not convenient at all.

"I can do anything, really, boss!"

Pan Baofeng was a quick learner. He didn't learn anything when he arrived in Hong Kong. His ability to adapt to the changing circumstances has really improved.

Gu Siwei didn't know that Pan Baofeng originally wanted to accept him as his younger brother. What he liked was that Gu Siwei was tall and strong, and he could suppress the momentum of a group of people just by standing there.

Of course, Pan Baofeng didn't dare to think about it now. Not only did he not dare to think about it, he now wanted to be Gu Siwei's younger brother.

Originally, when he was in his hometown, Pan Baofeng would not have thought of being anyone's younger brother, but it was different here. Pan Baofeng knew that it would be difficult to get ahead on his own. Now that he was hanging out with some people, he was nothing more than that. Hug together to keep warm, everyone lives at the bottom, if you don't stick together, you will really be bullied to death.

Even so, Pan Baofeng and others are not living a good life. There is no way. Now the most powerful people in Hong Kong are naturally the British, followed by a group of people who make a living from the British, and then the Chinese. At several levels, let’s put it this way, social elements are doing better than people like Pan Baofeng.

The harsh beatings of life made Pan Baofeng learn to use his brain and hug his thighs. Although he wanted to hug countless thighs, none of them could look at him.

In the words of a friend of Pan Baofeng: If you want to be a dog to others, then you have to have them like you as a dog, right?

The most indispensable thing in Hong Kong is dogs. All kinds of dogs are everywhere. If you want to be a dog for others, you have to ask whether they are willing to accept you and whether you are qualified to be a dog for others. !

Although it sounds ugly, it is the cruelest fact. Now, when Pan Baofeng makes a living, he not only has to pay taxes to the British, but also has to deal with corrupt police and gang members.

In short, whoever comes is his master!

Despite his bragging about committing crimes and not committing crimes, in fact, he was in debt and had no way of running back.

And what these people do is not a legitimate business, they just show people the mahjong shop. To put it bluntly, they are the waiters in the mahjong shop. They have to suffer the anger of anyone who earns some hard-earned money.

"You can do anything and it's of no use to me!"

Gu Siwei said something to him, turned around and left.

Pan Baofeng did not leave, but followed Gu Siwei all the way, not in front, hanging almost ten meters behind him, not affecting Gu Siwei, but not losing him.

Gu Siwei knew that this kid was following him, and he was a little irritated. It would be easy if he did anything excessive, especially when he had a lot of space and was a little bloated.

Gu Siwei simply found a good hotel and stayed there. Prices in Hong Kong had not yet taken off at this time, and a small house only cost about 6,000 yuan. How much would it cost to stay in a good hotel for one night? You can't use even one small yellow croaker, let alone one, you can't even use 10% of it.

Gu Siwei stayed in the hotel until about ten o'clock. When he came out, he found that Pan Baofeng was squatting at the foot of the door of the hotel. He knew that he had been squatting here all night.

Seeing his haggard appearance, Gu Siwei waved to him.

Pan Baofeng took a look and immediately came over. When they met, he lowered his head and said with a smile: "Boss!"

"Don't bother! You're big! I'm telling you, I've seen you play tricks on me too many times. If you want to wait, then just wait." After Gu Siwei said a word here, he raised his head Feet away.

Pan Baofeng continued to follow Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei went directly to the pharmacy.

After entering the store, Gu Siwei took out the note and asked the pharmacist in the store: "Excuse me, do you have this kind of medicine here?"

After taking a look, the pharmacist looked at Gu Siwei and asked, "Do you want this kind of medicine? We really don't have it in our store. This kind of medicine is only available in hospitals."

"Can it only be bought in the hospital?" Gu Siwei asked.

The pharmacist nodded: "It can only be found in hospitals, and even small hospitals can't find it. It can only be found in big hospitals, and the price is very expensive. Of course, you can also buy it from other channels, but the price is more expensive. Up to 20%."

"How expensive is it?" Gu Siwei asked.

"A box of more than 600 pills. If you want to be cured, you will need to take it for at least two or three months. This box is only a week's supply, seven pills in a box!" the pharmacist said.

Gu Siwei's mouth twitched after hearing this.

"So expensive?!"

The pharmacist was so talkative that he explained to Gu Siwei: "You may not know if you ask others. A young lady from my client's family also takes this medicine. One or two boxes are not effective at all. Once she takes it, she will get sick." For two or three months, if the family has no money, they really can’t afford it..."

This person is really enthusiastic and speaks very good Mandarin. In short, he is not like some people a few decades later. When you speak Mandarin, he waves his hand and says, "I don't understand, I don't understand. If you want a blanket, you have to use it." English conduct.

Gu Siwei liked this very much. He liked his enthusiasm and his standard Mandarin.

"It's okay, thank you!"

Seeing the enthusiasm, Gu Siwei thanked them, took out two big peaches from his pocket, put them on the counter, said "please try them", and then turned around and left the drugstore.

Gu Siwei is so particular about being in a good mood!

When he saw Pan Baoxian when he went out, Gu Siwei's mood suddenly became worse.

After looking at the boy for a while and thinking about it, Gu Siwei turned around and entered the drugstore again.

The enthusiastic pharmacist was eating peaches just now.

"What did you forget to buy again?"

After finishing speaking, this person smiled and said: "These peaches are really sweet, are they quite expensive?"

"Okay".

Gu Siwei said something casually.

Gu Siwei didn't notice this. He didn't know that the fruits in Hong Kong were not cheap at this time, and almost all of them were imported.

"I would like to ask, which auction house has the best reputation now?"

Gu Siwei had the idea of ​​selling porcelain. Selling all the small yellow croakers for such an expensive medicine was not enough, so he had to think of a solution from porcelain.

Gu Siwei originally thought that this person was talking about either Christie's, Sotheby's, or Bonhams, but who knew that what came out of the pharmacist's mouth was actually an auction he had never heard of? OK.

"If you are selling antiques, my personal suggestion is to find a trustworthy shop, a place for foreigners."

At this point, the pharmacist shook his head.