Ten Days End

My name is Qiao Jiajin.

I lied.

I don't live in Guangdong, I just came to find someone.

But for me, it doesn't matter where I am.

After all, after I spent four years in prison for Master Rong, Bolan Street has become something I don't recognize.

There was only one Gunyou who picked me up from prison that day.

None of the brothers in the gang showed up, and Master Rong didn't show up either.

In the past four years, only Jiuzi came a few times, but I haven't seen him for a long time.

"Brother Jin! Here!" Gunyou saw me coming out and waved to me enthusiastically across the street.

"You are..." I kind of forgot where I saw him.

"Gunyouliang, Brother Jin."

Gunyouliang, I don't know how many times I've heard this name, I really can't remember it.

Four years ago, I had more than a hundred brothers, and brothers had brothers, how could I remember so many?

I could only pretend to recognize the man: "Why are you here?"

"Brother Jin, I'm here to pick you up." He pulled me to the side of an old pickup truck, "Hurry up and get in the car, you've worked hard! I'll take you to Happy."

At that moment, I didn't know what I felt.

I took the blame for Master Rong, but he never looked at me in four years.

But do you want to ask me if I regret it?

No regrets.

When I was eleven years old, Jiuzi and I stabbed a local tyrant to death with a knife.

If Master Rong hadn't brought Jiuzi and me out of Kowloon Walled City, let me learn boxing, and gave us errands to do, we would have been dead on the street now.

Four years is not enough for me to repay his kindness.

Master Rong and Jiuzi should be very busy, so I can only go to the gang to meet them.

The car drove all the way to Mong Kok, but did not enter Bowlan Street. Instead, it turned around Shandong Street for a long time and finally stopped at the door of a noodle shop.

This is a very small noodle shop, and I don't quite know the purpose of coming here.

Gun Youliang pulled the handbrake, turned back and said to me with a smile: "Brother Jin! Are you hungry? Eat something first?"

"I'm not hungry, take me to see Master Rong."

"Hey..." Gun Youliang opened the car door and got out, saying to me, "I have to eat well to see Master Rong. Do I have to let Master Rong take care of the meal?"

I couldn't get him to stop me, so I had to get out of the car and walk into the noodle shop. There was no one here, and the shop owner was an old man.

"What do you want to eat?" The old man asked unhappily.

"Come whatever you want!" Gun Youliang smiled, "Come and sign!"

I sat down and couldn't help but sigh that the times are changing so fast. Mong Kok looks so different from four years ago. I wonder who is in charge of this Shandong Street?

Is it still the rotten tooth?

The old man brought two bowls of mixed noodles and threw them on the table very rudely, and the soup splashed for a while.

I picked up the chopsticks and tasted it.

Delicious.

Much better than the food in the bitter kiln.

I almost didn't chew the whole time, and swallowed the hot soup noodles in one go. At this moment, I felt that I was really alive.

Putting down the soup bowl, I saw other guests in the house. Those old friends were holding toothpicks and always looking in our direction.

Seeing that I had finished eating, the four people at that table stood up and came to us.

Gun Youliang felt something was wrong and stood up immediately: "Ah... brothers... what do you want to teach me?"

"Have you finished eating?" The leading old friend said with a smile, "You have to pay a "noodle fee" to eat noodles here, 100 yuan per person."

I looked up at the old store owner, and he cursed: "You just come here all day long, collect, collect, collect, and go to your mother's grave!"

Although he cursed fiercely, the store owner still washed the dishes by himself, and it seemed that he was already accustomed to this situation.

"Old man, be careful with your words!" A minion pointed at the old man and said.

"What's wrong? ! "The old man threw the bowl and picked up a kitchen knife, "Are you messing with me?!"

"Okay, okay..." The old friend who led the group waved his hand, "We have already collected protection fees. According to the rules, we can't cause trouble to him. Today, we will only collect a "noodle fee." "

I really don't understand.

Times have changed, and I don't understand them.

I can still understand collecting protection fees from the store, but what about "protection"?

Now not only do they not protect, they are even ready to ask diners for money.

"Who are you with?" I asked.

"What's the matter? You want to find my eldest brother?" The old friend slapped the table, "Who do you think you are? Where are you from?"

"Where am I from?"

I really couldn't sit still after hearing this. Mong Kok is Mr. Rong's territory. Is there anyone here who doesn't recognize me?

Seeing that I was about to get up, Gun Youliang hurriedly stopped me: "No, no, no... Brother Jin, leave it to me, I can handle it!"

I saw him take out a handful of change from his pocket, count out 200 yuan, and give it to the other party.

"Please forgive me, brothers, we will leave after we finish eating!"

The old friend took the money and patted Gun Youliang with a smile.Gun Youliang's face: "Be sensible!"

I knew that I had been out for less than three hours, so it was better not to cause trouble. Besides, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake, so I did not stop Gun Youliang, so I could only let him go.

But who knew that the old friend took the money and did not leave, and said: "What about the soup fee? You not only ate noodles, but also drank soup. The soup fee is 500 per person."

"Ah...?" Gun Youliang smiled apologetically, "Brother, how can we have so much money? Can you give us a face... I will collect it next time?"

I put down my chopsticks and slowly stood up. The current situation is no longer something Gun Youliang can handle.

"Brother Jin, Brother Jin!" Gun Youliang came over and held me, "I can handle it..."

"What to do? Do you want to fight?" The old friend pushed Gun Youliang aside and said to me, "You look dissatisfied."

"Shopkeeper, how much is a table and chair?" I asked.

"It depends on how you use it." The old man said, "You will get 10,000 if you damage it yourself, and those four bastards will not charge for their damage."

"Then you may lose money."

I never expected that it only took ten seconds to knock down these people.

No, it was eight and a half seconds to be exact.

They looked like they had never experienced a real battle of dozens of people fighting. Is it true that in this era, you can make money just by bluffing?

"Brother... stop fighting..." The old friend wailed and begged for mercy, "I was wrong... what kind of gang are you from..."

"I don't care who you are, tell your brother that A Jin from Bo Lan Street is back. If you have any problems, let him talk to me in person, and I will take care of everything."

I saw that Gun Youliang immediately showed a panic expression after hearing this. I was not smart, so I didn't know what he was thinking.

"A Jin..." The old friend was stunned for a long time after hearing this, "Are you the 426 red stick under the gambler Rong?"

He showed a meaningful expression on his face, and then he stood up and ran away with the others without saying a word.

"Brother Jin... it's terrible..." Gun Youliang looked at the direction those people ran away anxiously, turned back and said to me, "The news of your return can't be concealed, go to the mainland to hide!"

"Hide?" I didn't understand at all, "What should I hide? Take me to see Master Rong."

Did I get into trouble by being in the kiln for Master Rong?

I was too stupid to figure out the reason. ,

"You can't see Master Rong anymore!" Gun Youliang said anxiously, "Brother Jin, Master Rong took the money from the gang and ran away with Brother Jiu!"

"What?" This sentence exploded into my mind like a bolt from the blue, "Master Rong stole the money from the gang?"

"Master Rong took two million, and now the whole gang is chasing him!"

Hearing this, I slowly sat down.

Bullshit.

Jiuzi and Master Rong are together, how could he do such a stupid thing?

Ever since I was a child, Grandpa Rong has always said one thing: "A Jin, A Jiu, one of you is a fist and the other is a brain, and you are both indispensable to me."