Chen A-shi sat in front of a stall with Ningbo dumplings hanging near the Tsim Sha Tsui wharf. With an ambiguous smile, he looked at a girl with long braids who was about 16 or 17 years old. His face was slightly red and brought a bowl of hot dumplings. When Chen A-shi touched the bowl, he deliberately touched the back of the girl''s hand, scared the girl, and hurried back with a little bigger action, Spilled the juice in the bowl and splashed a few drops on the table.


    Chen a Shi laughed. The old man who was looking after the cooking pot hurried back. He seemed angry but actually took care of him. He pulled his daughter behind him and angrily scolded: "clumsy! Look after the firewood!"


    Then he squeezed out a smiling face on his wrinkled face and smiled at Chen ashiha: "brother ten, the dead girl is young and careless. You have a large number of adults. Don''t blame it. This bowl of dumplings is not worth much money. When I sell more bowls tomorrow and cut some marinated meat, please make an apology."


    "Huang Laogui, I asked you to think about it. How are you thinking about it?" seeing the old man make amends in front of him, Chen A10 turned his head in disdain, looked at the girl with his back to him, and said coldly.


    The old man who was scolded as a yellow ghost kept this posture with a smiling face and bowed his waist: "brother ten, ah Yu is still young. I''m such a daughter. I don''t want her to go out too early, not to mention..."


    Before old man Huang finished, Chen a Shi raised his hand and slapped him in the face!


    "I didn''t tell you hundreds of times that your daughter followed me. Don''t you have another son-in-law? Why! I''m afraid I can''t afford you!" Chen A-shi said to the old man with staring eyes and didn''t deliberately lower his voice. He didn''t seem to care about letting the girl nearby hear his threats.


    When the girl who was cooking dumplings heard these words, her body trembled. She always turned her back to Chen A10 and her father and dared not turn her head.


    There are also several stalls nearby, hanging signs selling Beijing dumplings, boat porridge and Nanyang string roast. Looking at the signs, we all know that these stall owners were coerced or deceived by the Kuomintang''s defeated soldiers in about forty-nine years. The poor who came to Hong Kong fortunately have some skills and have no money to rent stores. They can only sell food and live in crowded places with shoulder poles.


    People at several other stalls looked at the sound. Chen A10 took some of his men and talked about T-shirts, revealing all kinds of guys around his waist. He roared fiercely: "look at what the fuck! Get away!"


    In front of a stall under the guise of "Hua county fire", a young man with his hands open twisted his eyebrows, wiped his hands with an apron, straightened up and looked at the nearby stalls. The busy people in these stalls were not old. The older ones were in their forties and the younger ones were in their twenties. When they saw the young people selling fire, they straightened up, and other stall owners also straightened up, Turn around and look in the direction of Chen a10.


    The young man was holding the iron handle inserted in the oven, which had been burned red by the charcoal fire, and was about to do it hard. At this time, in his booth, Tan Jingwei, who was holding a yellow Niutun fire in Huaxian County, Henan Province in his left hand and a bowl of Anyang powder soup in his right hand, raised his head properly, and his forehead was sweating. At this time, he seemed to be unable to stand the smell of pepper and sucked his nose twice, The half fire on his hand wolfed down: "boss! Add two more fire!"


    When Tan Jingwei suddenly asked, the young man was stunned and looked at the dumpling stall in the distance. It seemed that Chen A10 had no follow-up action with Lao Huang and Lao Huang''s daughter and said to tan Jingwei:


    "Here you are! Take your time!"


    He quickly picked up two burning cakes from the oven and put them in front of Tan Jingwei with lotus leaves. Tan Jingwei looked at the tiger''s mouth exposed when the young man handed them up. He drank a mouthful of powder soup and sent the baked cakes to his stomach. Some of them were untidy and wiped his mouth with his palm: "Boss, you brothers all came down from diaojing mountain? Your skills are good. Before becoming a soldier, my family sold fire burning powder soup? I was also a soldier. I just came down from diaojing mountain and was ready to find a bowl of rice for the people around me."


    The boss looked at Tan Jingwei: "are you in diaojingling, too? Look at your dress. This set of windbreaker for generals is enough for those brothers in diaojingling for a month."


    "It''s just found a way. It''s done after having a few money. The pickles in Wotou, diaojingling before also have sour teeth."


    At this time, there seemed to be no response from Lao Huang. Chen A10 slapped Lao Huang in the face: "they set up stalls at the wharf one by one. They either entered my prefix or paid money. You didn''t pay a penny. I asked you to set up a stall for seven days. You don''t know what it means? The money I should charge for these seven days is the gift money for your daughter!"


    The owners of several other stalls looked at the young man selling baked cakes. The young man turned to go back to the oven for a latte. Tan Jingwei grabbed each other''s wrist.


    The young man looked at Tan Jingwei. Tan Jingwei drank the powder soup in his right hand. He breathed a sigh and looked up at the young man: "man, we''ve all been soldiers. It''s not worth touching ourselves with such people. It''s humiliating to win. In case there are many other people, it''s not cost-effective to lose our lives. Let others do it."


    "Who are you? Do you watch these bastards bully people?"


    "Don''t care who I am. Wait ten minutes. If those hooligans can still sit there after ten minutes, I''ll kill them myself without your hands." as he said, Tan Jingwei lifted up his windbreaker and exposed a holster around his waist.


    The young man was stunned: "Sir, although we also came down from diaojing ridge, we just want to keep ourselves in line and live some people''s life. If you have a big business and find someone else, we only sell fire and dumplings."


    Obviously, the youth regarded Tan Jingwei as a former colleague who did not have the capital to do business in Hong Kong.


    In recent years, Hong Kong has indeed seen a large number of Kuomingtang routs like Tan Jingwei''s style. They can not bear hardships, so they go up and down the diaojing ridge. These routs either commit crimes alone or in groups, enter houses, kill and rob, rob Jinpu banks, kill police and grab guns, etc.


    "Let''s not say that you have mistaken me. Now we just say, believe me for ten minutes, I specially came to you to eat pancakes and drink powder soup, not for you or the girl. I just wanted to sit in the restaurant for Chao Yongyi. Also, man, you should remember that you must not do anything illegal that others can do for you. Always remember that you are more valuable than everyone else , do your business well. If someone asks you and your friends for trouble in the future, you can say that you are a comrade in arms of 14K Tan Jingwei. "Tan Jingwei loosened the young man''s hand and took out a 100 yuan note and handed it to the young man:" today, the observatory said that business is bad and it will rain heavily. Close work early in the evening. Share the money with your friends. "


    While he was talking here, four shadows in the distance came along the street and were pulled long by the dim yellow light.


    Chen a Shi''s men turned their heads and said to Chen a Shi, "brother Shi, are some Thais. They look familiar. It seems that they were the little brother who followed him when an old man visited you last time."


    Chen a Shi waved his hand and yelled at Lao Huang in front of him: "get out of here first! It''s better for you to listen. If you don''t send your daughter to my house today, you''ll jump into the sea tonight and die more simply!"


    At this time, Lao Huang''s daughter cowered, reluctantly dared to turn around and hold her father to the corner.


    Tan Jingwei shook his head in the distance: "I thought they were all Chinese. Why is it too urgent to fry each other? Now it seems that this bastard who bullies men and women is better dead."


    ……


    In the empty warehouse, several oil lamps were lit. In the middle of the warehouse, more than a dozen younger brothers surrounded a long wooden table. The rotten horse stood in front of the table, shook the sieve cup, pounded on the table, smiled and said to the men gathered around him, "let me take the throne, do you still want to win? A leopard killed you! Bet!"


    The men around them clamored to pay for the bet. They saw that most of their men had bet on the small. The rotten foal looked around: "I tell you to drive big, you still buy small, and you lose!"


    When the detective went to lift the sieve cup, his little finger quietly made a movement. Before the sieve cup was opened, he turned the six points of a sieve upward to one point. When he opened the sieve cup, because six points changed a little, the dice that should have been opened became small.


    "I don''t believe in evil! Come again!" the rotten foal scolded, and then took out the money to compensate the young men.


    Just then, two younger brothers ran in panic outside: "brother Ju! Brother Ju! No! No!"


    "What''s wrong? Now that the dock is on strike, everyone has nothing to do. If they want to do something, how bad it can be!" loumingju bowed his head and took a Xiaoxi cigarette from the table and said without haste.


    Since the shipowners of the two sides stopped shipping, the business of the people waiting to start work on the wharf was suddenly depressed. The backbone of gangs such as Chen Ashi and him naturally didn''t have to worry about food and clothing, but hundreds of coolies in the gangs paid for the fair on time every month. At this time, the guild could neither let them start work nor let them withdraw on a large scale. They had to find ways to increase side businesses such as pornography, gambling and drugs, Let these coolies participate if they can.


    Even rotten foal just deliberately lost money to his men because he was worried that these men had little money to fill their families.


    "Someone is soliciting customers outside our opium house!"


    After hearing this, his subordinates were in an uproar. Instead, he didn''t panic: "do you and the people in the Opium shop eat shit? Someone comes to ask me about robbing business?"


    "Brother Ju, the other side has a gun." the two younger brothers looked at each other and spoke low.


    The rotten foal then raised his head: "Wow, move the gun? That''s easier. Let our brothers in the police force come forward and clean them up. Which prefix? How many people?"


    "Thai, three."


    "When are the Thais so fierce?" the rotten foal hesitated. "Go and see if these Thais are crazy and dare to trouble me."


    With that, rotten life Ju greeted more than a dozen men in the warehouse and walked out of the warehouse.