Chapter 1709: Extra * Nobodies

Extra * Nobodies

Rainy weather in Hong Kong basically occurs in June, July, and August, and there is much less rain after entering winter.

However, when it rains, it is really cold, and you have to wear thin sweaters or even overcoats.

The Chaozhou Chamber of Commerce clubhouse is an old building. When it was built, it was the Qing Dynasty, and it didn't consider the characteristics of heating and wintering.

Later people had conditions and ideas, but they didn't dare to destroy the old building, so whoever sat in the hall here had to endure the cold.

Isn't there an old saying, it's hard to be a big boss.

Today, some big bosses came here to play chess. The person in charge was naturally transparent, and early on, he set up a screen, and behind the screen, he lit a heater.

When the big bosses came in, it was already warm here, and it didn't look cold at all compared to the rainy weather outside.

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

Zheng of Fuyixing's family head~"

Fu Bo just smiled and didn't care about the other party's teasing. He bowed slightly and asked the old man sitting on the soft couch who was accompanying a child to play chess.

The old man had a wealthy face and a gentle expression. He looked sideways at the person who came, nodded, and said to the child: "Go, go to the back hall to play."

"Hahaha~"

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

Then he turned to the white paper fan who followed him and said: "You should learn more from Fu Bo, this is an old senior!"

"Don't think that you are a high-achieving student who graduated from Hong Kong University and how great you are! Qie~"

After speaking, he looked at the scarred red stick standing beside the white paper fan and pouted: "You are great! Are you very good at fighting!"

He pointed to Fu Bo who was putting on shoes for the child and introduced: "Back then, Fu Bo carried a 12-inch machete and hacked from the north of the road to the south!"

"You don't believe it?! The whole street of the fish head stall was fought down by Fu Bo. Are you unconvinced!"

"Give you a 12-inch machete, you take half a street for me, and I'll call you big boss!"

The old man frowned slightly at the other party's crazy behavior, but didn't care about this bastard's crazy words. He had known him for many years and knew that he was this kind of temperament, a goods that would die sooner or later.

Fu Bo put on shoes for the little young master, held him down the bed, and then led him to the back hall.

The little young master curiously looked back at the scarred man who was being scolded and asked Fu Bo in a milky voice: "Who are they?"

Fu Bo looked back at the man with a low eyebrow and a pleasing eye, then smiled slightly, and replied to the young master: "Monkey~"

"That..."

The little young master raised his eyebrows, looked at the man in a suit and glasses standing beside the scarred man, and asked: "What is a high-achieving student who graduated from Hong Kong University?"

Fu Bo paused for a moment, and without thinking, replied directly: "Smart monkey~"

"..."

"Cough cough~"

Zheng Liuma, who was playing crazy, couldn't catch his breath and almost choked to death. He grabbed the lid bowl on the tea tray and hurriedly swallowed a sip of hot tea.

"Hehe, Fu Bo is still so old and strong."

He saw the old man's sharp eyes on the couch and hurriedly found a step for himself.

Teasing a sentence, he kicked off his shoes and got on the soft couch, sat in the position just now, and looked at the old man opposite: "You don't blame me for being nosy, it's really not reasonable."

"What reason, let me listen."

The old man picked up the teacup and took a sip, looked at Zheng Liuma and said: "It's your first day out in the rivers and lakes~"

"I'm suffocated~"

Zheng Liuma spread his hands and said: "I'm a serious businessman. That pier is a serious business. Big Foot Huang can afford the money. I'm willing to sell it. What's wrong?"

"Now people on the road say that I am selling one girl twice and eating black, and I haven't changed my nature. This pot is really a loss."

"Well, what do you want to do?"

The old man put down the teacup, looked at the screen at the door, behind which was the fire stove placed by Fu Bo, the fire was prosperous, and the heat was spraying.

"I have already looked for Fatty B, he is timid and dare not manage, a waste."

Zheng Liuma whispered: "I asked him who did it, and he said the scene investigation was done by a professional killer."

"This is not putting... nonsense~"

He was about to be rude, and when he saw the old man's sharp eyes, he restrained his temper, but the anger in his heart was still very prosperous.

"I haven't heard of anyone in Hong Kong who dares to kill at the door of the big rich, and I haven't seen the wind on the road. It's definitely not done by a professional killer."

"What is 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 looked at the scarred man standing on the ground and said: "The brothers suspect that it was done by the big circle, after all, there is no reason."

"But Ke Sheng took people to the scene for a walk and felt that the technique was not very like it, it was too delicate."

The Ke Sheng mentioned by Zheng Liuma was the high-achieving student Zhang Kesheng who graduated from Hong Kong University wearing a gold-rimmed glasses.

At this time, he was named by the big boss, and seeing the old man looking at him, he took the initiative to stand up and explain: "I also asked about the big circle, and there has been no activity recently."

"Especially the people who committed the crime, the singing girl in front of the door and the witnesses all said it was an old man, and there was preparation and cover-up, which is inconsistent with the consistent image of the big circle."

This is true. The big circle always does things straight, their skills are strong, the fighting is extremely cruel, and the skills in their hands are real killing skills.

Whether it is a big circle, in fact, people who care can see it at a glance. The clothes are earthy, and the accent in the mouth is obviously different. They always say: I am a life, and money is far more important than my life.

According to Zhang Kesheng's analysis, this group of people is definitely organized, and it must be from Prince Hong Kong.

After all, such professional techniques, such proper layout, such decisive retreat, and even Fatty B dare not provoke, it is impossible without the support of capital.

The old man on the soft couch obviously thought of this. After thinking for a while, he looked at Zheng, what is your purpose in finding me, and what do you want to do."

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

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

"It's just that I heard that the other party also has a deep background. I hope Fourth Master will look after it."

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

The old man said slowly: "It's just that people have made it clear that they only want the pier, and they are not directly targeting you. 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 negotiated with Big Foot Huang, and the table was lifted. How can I bring my brothers without venting this evil spirit."

"However, I have the most sense of proportion. Murder pays for life, debts are paid, I just want those nobodies to pay for Big Foot Huang's life first, and then talk about taking the pier."

The old man was noncommittal about Zheng Liuma's answer, lifted the tea cover to release the warm air, and said lightly: "You are all big bosses, you have your own rules for doing things, I just advise you to think three times before acting."

"Fourth Master, I don't believe that in this land of Hong Kong, who dares to provoke our Chaozhou gang!"

"Shut up! There is no place for you to speak here!"

Zheng Liuma taught his subordinates, saw Fourth Master's unhappiness, got off the couch, put on his shoes, stood up and arched his hands: "Old Six remembers Fourth Master's teachings, just do things, don't cause trouble."

"Well."

The old man tidied up the tea tray, waved his hand at him, and signaled him to be free.

Zheng Liuma bowed again, took the overcoat handed by his subordinates, put it on, turned and took his younger brothers out of the hall.

A Mercedes-Benz stopped steadily in the rain at the door, and several younger brothers came with umbrellas to pick them up.

Zheng Liuma stood at the door and looked back at the hall, teaching the scarred man: "Don't talk if you can't speak."

"Yes."

The scarred man also knew he had said the wrong thing and lowered his head cautiously.

White paper fan Zhang Kesheng approached Zheng?"

"You are overthinking, just want to set up a memorial archway while being a prostitute."

Zheng Liuma looked at the gloomy rainy day and took a long breath: "The Chamber of Commerce is not someone's, nor does it represent an individual."

After speaking, he waved his hand and didn't want to talk about this topic, but ordered the scarred man: "This matter is handed over to you, pull the flag for me at the pier, and you can pick any of the three piers in Big Foot Huang's hands."

"Yes! Thank you, Big Brother!"

The scarred man promised excitedly, watching his big brother wave his hand to get on the car, and hurriedly grabbed the umbrella from his younger brother to protect the other party to the Mercedes-Benz under the steps.

"Waves rolling water flowing east, Lu Daifu set up a banquet to invite the monarch."

"It is the thirteenth day of the month to attend the meeting, seeing Guan Gong sitting steadily on the smooth boat; bringing a Zhou Cang with courage but no plan."

On the embankment opposite the Yau Ma Tei Pier, there are shed areas built by fishermen and poor small workers.

Because it faces the pier and is adjacent to the main road, merchants come and go, and it has developed into a small town.

Two cross-overlapping main roads, one connecting to the main road, one running through the east and west, split this naturally formed town into four uneven halves, the widest road leading directly to the bay where the pier is located.

At the most prosperous intersection of the town, there is a spacious teahouse, or the shed-style construction cannot be called a teahouse, it is also called a teahouse.

The teahouse is a solid wood brick-concrete structure, looking rough, but sturdy and durable. After many years of wind and rain, people have changed several batches, and it is still strong.

The people living in the shed area are all poor, where is the elegance of drinking tea and chatting, and no romantic style of chanting poems.

Those who stay here to mix are mostly small workers at the pier, or foremen who gather small workers to take jobs.

Different from a formal teahouse, there is a large pot of tea boiling at the door, a large pot of meat boiling in the back yard, and a large pot of mahjong boiling in the house.

Services for the poor, naturally doing whatever makes money. On weekdays, they provide a place for small workers to rest their legs, provide office space for those foremen, and provide card games for those bastards.

At noon, they have to prepare a pot of meals, mostly seafood and meat, paired with some plum vegetables, which is considered high-end food.

The teahouse has changed its style since it changed hands a few months ago, and there is even a couplet on the pillars at the door.

Upper couplet: The universe in the imperial garden is large

Lower couplet: The sun and moon in the tea pot are long

The couplet is there, the name of the teahouse is also there, and the horizontal banner is written: Hu Sihai Teahouse.

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

Merchants don't care about this footwork, mostly they have to take a car to the city to rest.

Today is a rainy day, the pier has no work, the small workers are looking at the sky and cursing, today they are going to starve.

They dare not go far, they can only guard the pier and wait for the foreman to shout, earning the food money for three meals a day.

Shed area, it can be said that the roof is leaking and there is no dry place, and the rain is like hemp and has not been broken.

It's raining so hard, whose eaves are willing to let these small workers hide from the rain, safety is not to mention, and it's not worth it to lose things.

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

So many small workers come to hide from the rain whenever they catch a rainy day.

Hu Sihai Teahouse lives up to its name. The little guys speak with a big northeast accent, shouting that the tea in the tea stove at the door is free to drink, take it yourself.

Of course, this is a teahouse, not a charity house. The free tea is just a name. There is a wooden box on the side of the tea stove with a long strip opening on it.

This tea is good tea, used for everyone to warm up and drive away the cold. If the money is tight, you can naturally take the bamboo tube on the table to pick it up and drink it.

If you don't care about this little money, you naturally raise your neck and walk into the house to drink those high-end good teas.

Those with kindness and righteousness, passing by the tea box, will put a few cents, or one or two yuan, which is considered a good deed with the boss.

Whenever this happens, the little guys must sing together, a certain boss's high mountain righteous act, saving all living beings.

At first, there were many people drinking tea and few donating money. Later, seeing that the fire in the tea stove was always there, the money box slowly sank.

There must be music in the teahouse since ancient times, but mostly it is a grass stage class.

Why is it called a grass stage class, because the square stage for this performance may be a straw mat.

The boss of Hu Sihai Teahouse likes to listen to music, so he told the little guys to use the wooden boxes on the pier to piece together a square stage.

There are storytellers on the stage, and there are also people singing pingtan, just no one singing Errenzhuan, which is very regrettable.

The rewards of the artists belong to the artists, and Hu Sihai Teahouse does not take a cent, which really lives up to the good reputation of the Hu Sihai.

In the past, the managers and foremen on the pier were resting, drinking tea, calling names, and distributing wages here, plus the open space in front of the door, this place really became like a CBD.

Look at this town, it's not big, but the small workers who carry long work here have their own set of behavioral standards and handling standards.

There are few troublemakers in the teahouse, because they all understand that those who can set up a shed here to sell tea are not easy to provoke.

Reputation is outside, good and bad, the boss of Hu Sihai Teahouse can often be seen, he is very gentle, and the little guys in the store are also very polite and enthusiastic.

From top to bottom, they all speak with a northeast accent, the tea is cooked well, they dare to put tea, and the oil and salt for the lunch meal are sufficient, so there is never a shortage of guests here.

At noon, the rain is still there, the small workers are cursing at the sky, today they are going to starve.

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

When they reached the door of the teahouse, the rickshaw tried its best to stop its feet, and it stopped steadily in the mud.

There was a noise behind, riding bicycles, bringing people to take the car, and there were more than 30 people standing at the door.

The sensible rickshaw puller pulled an umbrella from under the car, opened it and supported it by the side of the rickshaw, one foot on the front lever of the car, bowing and asking the big master on the car to get off.

I saw a scarred man walk down from the car, stepped on the stone slab in front of the door, and looked at the filth in his eyes, really disgusted.

The gangsters who supported the car gathered together beside the scarred man, and their eyes were all looking through the bamboo curtains into the teahouse.

The scarred man didn't care about others, shook the raindrops on his hands, and walked into the teahouse.

The rickshaw puller sent him into the door, then closed the umbrella, hid from the gangsters who followed, bypassed from the side, and ran back with all his might.

The teahouse, which was originally spacious, became crowded instantly because of the influx of these people.

The pingtan singing "Single Sword Meeting" on the stage almost choked because of these people.

A man and a woman looked at each other, quietly closed their voices, clenched the tools for eating in their hands and hid in the back.

The people playing cards in the teahouse naturally didn't notice them, and their eyes were fixed on the mahjong tiles in their hands.

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

Of course, more than 30 people poured in together, which naturally attracted the attention of the small workers who were watching the excitement, but there were little guys greeting them, and no one cared.

But just when the little guy was singing the number and greeting them, the scarred man pressed his palm on the little guy's face.

This was not the end, he pushed the little guy and walked inside, until he stood in the middle of the room.

The little guy was hit full of confusion, looked at the scarred big man, and didn't know how to greet him.

The scarred man didn't pay attention to him, but scanned the people in the room and opened his voice: "Who did the big rich case, stand out yourself, otherwise I will light a fire here and send you to the west heaven!"

The little guys in the teahouse looked at each other, saw that these people were not good, and quietly retreated into the back hall.

At this time, the teahouse was quiet, everyone held their breath, and the needle fell.

"Two cakes!"

"Haha! Hu! Single hanging two cakes! You decay!"

"Ganlinniang!"

The person who pointed the gun looked at the opponent showing off and was naturally annoyed, and stood up with a slap on the card table.

But then he felt a sink on his shoulder, and a hoarse voice sounded in his ear: "Do you think you are very humorous?"

The person who pointed the gun only felt a sharp knife against his waist and instantly became honest.

The scarred man saw him being smart and not speaking, pushed hard, pushed the person onto the card table, knocked over the mahjong table, and scattered the mahjong all over the floor.

"I count three, if you don't come out again, I will set fire!"

"One!"

"Those who come are guests, don't burn the house if you have fire."

A man in his forties with a flat head walked out of the back hall, saying polite words in his mouth.

The man was wearing a thick cloth cover, a pair of velvet lantern pants on his lower body, and a pair of black cloth shoes on his feet, a very casual dress.

Whether sitting or squatting in the teahouse, seeing him come out, they all stood straight, and unknowingly formed a fan shape, blocking the thirty-odd people in the middle.

The scarred big man looked at the people around him with disdain and asked the flat-headed man: "Did you do the big rich case?"

"One person does things, one person is responsible, don't be brave!"

"Not brave."

The flat-headed man smiled slightly, raised his hand and said: "Dare to ask the brother if he is working in the public door, or for others?"

"Less farting, are you going with us yourself, or should I break your legs and go with us?"

"That's nothing to say?"

The flat-headed man laughed, then turned and walked to the back. The scarred man wouldn't let the meat in his mouth run away again.

The sharp knife in his sleeve dropped with a swish, and he raised his leg to catch the person.

The thirty-odd people behind him drew out inch-long machetes from their waists, all of them glaring and wanting to move their hands to hack people.

The scarred man's step just took out, and the second step hadn't followed, suddenly a black hole-like gun was pressed against his forehead.

There was no specific shape or model, it was just a gunpowder gun for hitting wild boars in the old mountain forest in the northeast.

You think, hitting gunpowder, don't mention the range, don't think about accuracy. The only thing that can be said is the lethality within these few meters.

Actually, it's not big. It can't break a wild boar's head, but it can blast a big hole in the wild boar's body.

This thing actually has no technical content to build, and a dog can build it with a bun there.

So when the scarred man was pressed, the thirty-odd straw shoes that followed found that there were several similar fire guns in the room.

Very strange, all the fire guns were aimed at the door, and the fan-shaped position where the people in the teahouse stood was just right, and there was no need to move their feet to dodge the gun sand.

Is this falling into a bandit's nest?

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

Even if they use them, they have to be exquisite. What kind of ghost is this big cannon-like fire gun?!

This is purely not talking about martial arts!

The scarred man stared at the little guy holding the gun. This was the dry and thin one who greeted himself at the door just now.

The two looked at each other with joy, one tall and strong, powerful, eight feet tall, fierce and evil.

Look at the little guy, skinny, short, cute and stupid.

The scarred man was also a person who pulled shit in the pit and faced out. He had been mixing in the rivers and lakes for many years, and he was a red stick who could fight. Could he be scared by this broken gun?

He was not afraid of the pole pressed against his forehead, word by word, his tone was fierce: "I don't believe you dare..."

"Boom!"

"Pop!"

Before the scarred man's fierce words were finished, he saw the little guy close his eyes hard, and his brain exploded with a boom.

The explosion here is divided into two types, one is the spiritual level, and the other is the physical level.

When the scarred man saw the little guy close his eyes hard, he knew it was going to be bad. This little king-eight-egg really dared to shoot.

And the physical explosion doesn't need to be explained. You go to the vegetable market to buy a big watermelon, hold it and walk home, singing a song while humming a tune, walking and walking, your hand slips "Pop!" You lower your head and look at the ground!

"Yue~~~"

The little guy just opened his eyes, holding the gunpowder gun in his hand.

After the smoke from the black gunpowder was blown away by the sea breeze mixed with rain and moisture, the kid was stunned for a moment, and asked blankly: "What did you say?" ===== CHAPTER 1710 =====