Chapter 117 The Real "Black"

Chapter 117 [Real "Black"] The canteen is the old name, and now it has been basically upgraded to an internal restaurant.

The fat man seemed to be a little leader in the restaurant. He drove all the way to the back of a small building in the back and into a large yard. Immediately, a young man in a white coat was busy coming to help move vegetables.

The fat man cooed twice, stood aside and pointed a few words, and then pulled me and took Ni Duo inside.

"That's a restaurant. The first floor is a large canteen. Basically, I don't need to take care of it. Anyway, the big pot food has no technical content."

I noticed that the fat man was a little longer on the road, and he seemed to be a little lame on his left leg, and he didn't seem to walk so much.

As he walked in front, he rubbed his left thigh hard and said lightly, "There is a small restaurant upstairs, and the standard inside is not lower than that of a large hotel.

It is enough to enter, and the guests from other units are also divided according to the grade.

The top is the small banquet hall, which is only opened during the Spring Festival or when the superiors come. It's all in my hands.

He smiled and said, "You come from the north. You don't know. Cantonese love to eat and dare to eat. This is famous all over the country."

Next to the restaurant building is a small courtyard with a single door, a row of small buildings. The door of the courtyard is unlocked. The fat man led us in and went straight up to the second floor.

"Here is where I live. Generally, no one comes to the second floor. The first floor is where other people live in my restaurant.

It's the safest place."

The fat man looked at me: "Don't worry, I don't dare to prove whether your enemy has anything to do with Bai Dao, but even if they have a relationship with the way, it is impossible to go to the interior of the public security bureau to investigate."

led us into a door.

I just found that the fat man lived in a large place, which opened up all three houses around him.

There are three large houses, each of which is as big as a primary school classroom.

Entering the door, the fat man pointed to an old-fashioned nylon fabric sofa: "Sit down quickly!" Then he pointed to Ni Duoduo and said, "Dad, and you."

Then I pulled out a small bottle in the cabinet drawer and threw it at me. I took it and heard him say, "This is the medicine, the real Yunnan white medicine.

It's better than yours.

Yours is to buy land in the pharmacy, bulk products, not as good as mine.

He looked at Ni Duoduo's hand: "Young people still cherish their bodies. Don't think it's okay to be hurt a little. That's because you are young and hard. When you get older, you will suffer!" He gave me a fat look: "Have you hurt your leg?" I was stunned: "It's a little bit. I fell when I ran away from Nanjing the day before yesterday and hurt my knee."

The fat man nodded: "When I think you are on the road, the leg seems to move a little unnaturally. I'll give you a bottle of medicinal wine and do it yourself later."

He sighed, went to a room inside, and after a moment, he took out a porcelain bottle for me.

"There are three houses here, and this one outside is my living room.

There are two rooms in it, and the innermost one lives by yourself. Don't go in if you have nothing to do! You can live in the other room.

Let's rest here first."

The fat man then poured two glasses of water and put them down.

I helped Ni Duoduo change the medicine in her hand first.

Then roll up your trousers and check your knee injury the day before yesterday.

A large piece of bruise has not dissipated yet. It was originally just purple.

It looks purple and blue today.

It's still a little swollen.

The fat man took a look and frowned: "Why are you so careless..." He came to me and took the wine bottle in my hand: "I'll do it for you."

Then he looked up at me and said, "It may hurt a little. Please bear with it."

He carefully poured some medicinal wine on the palm of his hand, which was a light yellow **, with a strong smell of medicine, mixed with a trace of wine, and a faint smell of sweetness in his nose... Pa! The fat man rubbed his palms a few times to turn red.

Then patted me on the knee.

I grinned in pain on the spot.

The two of his fingers were thick and short, and his palms were full of cocoons. His palms were hard and thick. He rubbed them on my knees and kept adding some medicinal wine.

"This pharmacology needs to be kneaded evenly and kneaded hard to spread under the skin."

The fat man and Ben didn't look at the faint painful expression on my face: "My medicinal wine is so precious. You have no place to buy it if you have money in the market."

After rubbing it for a long time, I almost rubbed off a layer of skin on my knees, but it was very comfortable. Wei felt that my knees were burning with enthusiasm.

"All that's it! My baby is very valuable. Every time I use it a little less.

The fat man stood up with a smile, walked away with the bottle, and took a basin of water. The two of us washed the smell of medicine and wine on our hands.

Then, the fat man asked Ni Duoduo to rest in the inner room. I saw that his face seemed to want to tell me, so he motioned Duoduo to go in first... Now the little girl is very dependent on me. If I don't say anything, she won't leave me at all.

The fat man got up and closed the door of the room inside, then turned around and sat in front of me. He stood up and found the tea in a hurry, and made two cups of strong tea in front of him.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. After finishing all this slowly, a pair of happy eyes looked at me with a smile: "Although I have been here for many years, I'm still not used to Cantonese kung fu tea, so I like to drink it in a teapot."

I politely said thank you, and then took out the last half of the "God of War" cigarettes.

The fat man's eyes lit up and he looked at me: "Do you still have this?" He took out a point from my cigarette box honestly and rudely. He took a leisurely breath and thought about it for a while before sighing: "Well, Chen Yang, I know you have a lot of questions now. You can ask slowly. If I know what I know, or I can't say it, you can't ask."

"How is Brother Huan going to arrange us?" I opened my mouth slowly, and my voice was a little low.

"First of all, Ye Huan is not my boss. I have no direct relationship with him, so I don't know how he arranges you, and I can't care so much."

The fat man said lightly, "Second, I'm afraid it's difficult for him to do anything."

I smiled, but it was just a helpless smile: "I know, Brother Huan can't help it.

This trouble is too big."

"Ye Huan and I don't have much friendship, and it's purely for Jinhe's face to help you.

Maybe you have guessed it. Jinhe and I are old comrades-in-arms. We climbed out of the dead together in those years.

If he hadn't climbed behind my back all night, I'm afraid I would have thrown my life in that mountain.

The fat man smiled indifferently, and there was a faint indifference between his eyebrows.

"So, when can I see Brother Huan or Jin He?" I looked at him: "When I called you the other day, didn't you say that as long as I arrived in Guangzhou in two days, you had a way to arrange our way out?" The fat man shook his head: "That's what Jin He asked me to pass to you.

When I went to pick you up in the morning, I had already talked to Jinhe on the phone. He will come to see you soon. As for me... I'm only responsible for bringing you here.

He looked at me and said, "At least I'm safe here."

I didn't say anything more. I felt a little empty in my heart. It seems that I still have to wait to meet Brother Huan or Jin He.

The fat man looked at me with great interest. He stared at me for a long time, and suddenly said in a strange tone, "Actually, I admire you very much... Do you know how much trouble you have caused this time?" I smiled bitterly and didn't say anything.

The fat man seemed to be very addicted to smoking. After smoking one, he immediately lit another one, and then stared at me: "Ye Huan has a deep background. Originally, I didn't like to deal with him very much.

The boy of Jinhe gave up his mind, just because Ye Huan saved his life in those years, and now he sells himself to others.

He doesn't understand! In this world, except for the kindness of my mother and Lao Tzu, no matter what kind of kindness, it is not worth paying back with your own life! He is too desperate."

He sucked his mouth hard again, and the fat man continued, "Ye Huan's foundation, others don't know, don't I know yet? Humph... That boy took thousands of yuan to the south to search for gold. What hasn't he done? You are young. You have never experienced that era. In that era, you were bold. You dared to cross the border with a bag of gold and smuggle back and forth. As long as you can come back alive, you can make a lot of money! Ye Huan's guy was lucky, and he was saved by the Golden River.

He also wanted to ask me to go out and work together. I was too lazy to move. I didn't want to experience the days when I got up early and asked for orders on the tip of the knife.

But many old people I know still go in and eat... Alas, Qinghong Qinghong, once you point to this black word, you will memorize it for a lifetime.

Jinhe, this boy is stubborn and can't persuade him to come back..." He smiled bitterly, rubbed his big nose, looked at me, and his eyes were cold and cold: "Kid, to tell the truth, I admire you. I know that you offended a big boss of 'Qinghong Jiali'. You beat his only son into **! You boy is so bold!" Qinghong?" I was stunned.

"***."

The fat man laughed and scolded, "Thanks to you, you still hang out with Ye Huan. Qinghong doesn't even know... But it's not your fault. Now those gangsters on the street think they are the underworld. In fact, a few of them know the word Qinghong! Do you think it's called a gangster if you dare to go out to hack people and collect protection fees? It's far away!" I frowned: "Qinghong, I've heard of it. It's just the Qing Gang and the Hong Gang. The old man often mentions these things, but it's all old almanac..." "Damn it!" The fat man then smoked: "Qinghong has been handed down since the Qing Dynasty hundreds of years ago. You have probably watched too many Hong Kong movies, thinking that those little gangsters are called the underworld? Let me tell you, it's far away! Those are just street gangsters, not even the ninth class! The whole underworld in Hong Kong is just a small branch of Hongmen, which is also called the underworld? It's just for a living by the roadside."