Chapter 132 My Name Is Qiao Jiajin

My name is Qiao Jiajin.

I lied.

I don't live in Guangdong, I'm just looking for people.

But for me, it's the same everywhere.

After all, after I spent four years working in a kiln for Master Rong, Bolan Street has become something I don’t recognize.

The only person who picked me up from prison that day was a rolling friend.

None of the brothers in the gang showed up, and neither did Mr. Rong.

Jiuzai has only been here a few times in the past four years, but I haven’t seen him for a long time.

"Brother Jin! Here!" Friend Gun saw me coming out and waved to me enthusiastically from across the road.

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

"Go away, Brother Jin."

Gun Youliang, I have heard of such a bad street name so many times, I really don’t know the right name.

Four years ago I had more than a hundred younger brothers, younger brothers and younger brothers. How can 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 an old pickup truck nearby. "Hurry up and get in the car. It's hard work in the kilns! I'll take you to Happy."

I didn't know what I felt at that moment.

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

But ask me if I regret it?

No regrets.

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

If Master Rong hadn't brought me and Jiuzai out from Kowloon Walled City, asked me to learn boxing, and did errands for us, we would have been dead on the streets by now.

Four years is not enough time for me to repay my kindness.

Master Rong and Jiuzai must be very busy, so I can only go to the gang to see them.

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

This is a small noodle shop and I'm not sure what the purpose of coming here is.

Gun Youliang pulled the handbrake, turned around and smiled at me and said, "Brother Jin! Are you hungry? Eat something first?"

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

"Hi..." Gun Youliang opened the car door and walked out, and said to me, "I have to eat well even if I see Master Rong. Do you want Master Rong to take care of the food?"

I couldn't resist him, so I got out of the car and walked into the noodle shop. There was no one here, and the owner was an old man.

"What to eat?" the old man asked angrily.

"Come as you like!" Gun Youliang said with a smile, "Come and sign!"

I sat down and couldn't help but lament that times have changed so fast. Mong Kok looks completely different from what it was four years ago. I wonder who is in charge of this Shandong Street?

Still a bad-toothed guy?

The old man from the store brought over two bowls of offal noodles and threw them on the table very unceremoniously, causing the soup to splash.

I picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.

tasty.

It tastes much better than the food in the bitter kiln.

I almost didn't chew the whole time and swallowed the boiling hot noodles in one go. Only at this moment did I feel that I was really alive.

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

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

Gun Youliang felt something was wrong and immediately stood up: "Ah...brothers...any advice?"

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

I raised my head and glanced at the old shopkeeper, and he was cursing: "I've been here all day long, collect it, collect it, I'll take it to your mother's grave!"

Although he was scolded fiercely, the store owner still washed the dishes. It seemed that he was used to this kind of situation.

"Old immortal, be careful what you say!" One of the minions pointed at the old man and said.

"What's going on?!" The old man threw the bowl and picked up a kitchen knife, "Fuck me?!"

"Okay, okay..." the leading old friend waved his hand, "We have already collected the protection fee. According to the rules, we cannot cause trouble to him. Today we will only charge a "noodle fee". "

I really don't understand something.

Times have changed, and I can no longer understand it.

I can understand charging store protection fees, but what about "protection"?

Now not only are they not protecting them, they are even ready to ask diners for money.

"Who are you with?" I asked.

"What's going on? Are you looking for my eldest brother?" My old friend patted the table, "Who do you think you are? Where did you come from?"

"Where did I hang out?"

I really couldn't sit still when I heard this. Mongkok is Mr. Rong's territory. Is there anyone here who doesn't recognize me?

Seeing me about to get up, Gun Youliang quickly 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 two hundred yuan, and hand it to the other party.

"Brothers, please forgive me, we will leave as soon as we finish eating!"

The old friend accepted the money and patted Gun Youliang's face with a smile: "You know your face!"

I knew that I had only been out for less than three hours, so it was better not to cause trouble. Besides, strong dragons do not overwhelm local snakes, so I did not stop Gun Youliang, so I had to let him go.

But who knew that the old friend didn't leave after collecting the money, and said again: "What about the soup fee? You not only ate noodles, but also drank soup. The soup fee is five hundred per person."

"Ah...?" Gun Youliang said with an apologetic smile, "Brother, how can we have so much money? Can you give me some face... and accept it next time?"

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

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

"What are you doing? Are you going to fight?" The old friend pushed Gun Youliang aside and said to me, "You look like you're not convinced."

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

"It depends on how you use it." The old man said, "If you break it yourself, I'll charge you 10,000 yuan, but if those four bastards break it, I won't charge you."

"Then you might lose money."

I didn't expect that it would only take ten seconds to put it on these guys.

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

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 there is any problem, let him talk to me in person, and I will take it all."

I saw Gun Youliang immediately showed a panic expression after hearing this. I am not smart, so I don'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 gambling ghost Rong?"

A meaningful expression appeared 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 where the others 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.

Nonsense.

How could Jiuzi and Rong Ye do such a stupid thing together?

Ever since I was a child, Rong Ye has always said one sentence:

"A Jin, Jiuzi, one of you is a fist and the other is a brain, and you are indispensable to me."