Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"Hong Kong newspaper, the No. 3 typhoon signal is about to land, and the whole of Hong Kong will usher in severe stormy weather within three days. I hope the citizens are prepared..."

The soft voice of the female announcer of Li's Voice came from the radio.

Yau Ma Tei, Che Zai Noodle Stall.

At eight o'clock in the evening, there were not many guests, except for two old acquaintances, there was only a young man in white.

The young man was well dressed, with a white suit, white trousers, and black leather shoes. They were spotless, and he looked like a person of status.

Alone, he ordered a bowl of chop suey noodles, put his white top hat by his left hand, seemed very hungry, poured vinegar water, and ate well.

"His grandma's bear! When will this damn weather end?" The bald boss angrily threw the dirty white towel over his shoulder and looked out at the dark sky.

A small business like him is almost dependent on the sky.

When the weather is fine, more people come to eat noodles. When the weather changed, he couldn't bear the storm, and the tables, chairs and benches were all overturned, and even the diners might be destroyed, let alone the customers.

"Don't complain, Shandong guy! There are many people who are worse off than you. Let's just say that the Dan family, in this weather, don't even have to eat salt!"

"That's right, there are still those who rely on the sea to eat. If they can't go to the sea, their family will starve! As for you, at least you can go back and cook a few bowls of chop suey noodles yourself!" Two old regular customers teased.

The bald boss snorted, "You know what! This month I have to pay double the money to those bastards! Grandma's bear, who already earns little, is still trying to pull wool, and now he is in this horrible weather again. , it simply does not allow people to live!"

As if to verify the words of the bald boss, two uniformed police officers walked over from a short distance with batons in their hands.

"Shandong guys, is the business going well tonight? There are so many people?" A fat policeman hit the cutting board with his baton.

"You are blind, there are only three people here!" the bald boss said angrily.

"Puyou, why are you talking to the officer?" Another thin military policeman stepped forward and pointed his baton at the bald boss's nose.

The bald boss immediately relented: "Sir, don't be angry! You know I'm from Shandong, and I have a bad temper. Sometimes I don't mean what I say. I didn't mean to offend just now!"

"Oh, no problem, I'm actually very talkative!" The fat military policeman winked at the thin military policeman.

Crackling!

The two of them overturned the pots and bowls on the car to the ground.

"When you do business, you need to be kind and make money, and don't be rude to the officer!" The fat soldier and policeman smiled bluntly, and with a pick of his baton, a pot of stinky seeds spilled all over the floor!

"Please, don't do this!" The bald boss cried, "I really didn't mean it! I apologize to you, and I kowtow to you!"

The bald boss said he was about to kneel down to the fat military police.

The fat soldier and policeman picked his chin with a baton, making him unable to kneel down: "Don't! We are public servants, what do you mean by kneeling on me?"

The bald boss wants to cry but has no tears. He wants to kneel but can't.

A regular customer couldn't stand it.

"Is there a mistake? Is there any law for you to bully people like this?"

The fat military policeman smiled and looked at the man.

Another regular customer immediately yelled at him: "Don't say a word, so as not to get burned!" As he spoke, he pulled his companion up and apologized to the fat military police: "Sorry, he didn't mean it. Let's leave after eating the noodles!"

The fat military police nodded in satisfaction, and turned to look at the bald boss: "Don't kneel down for me, just pay me the double fee for this month, and I'll let you go!"

"Double fee?" The bald boss was stunned, and spread his hands and said: "I have no money! After the plain clothes are collected, the firefighters will collect them, and the firefighters will collect them, you will collect them! I have to pay fees to those associations and gangs! Please, I am selling offal The face, not the owner of the restaurant, please forgive me!"

The fat military police sneered: "They are them, we are us! Now I give you two choices, either pay the money or get out! Don't let me see you setting up a stall in the future!"

The bald boss saw that crying was useless, so he had to say: "Even if you want to charge, you have to wait until the end of the month. There are still three or four days."

The fat military policeman knocked on the radio with his baton, and said viciously: "Didn't you hear that the next three days will be stormy - you let us come here to collect the fee, what a ghost!"

"I, I didn't mean that!"

"You didn't mean that, what do you mean?"

The two soldiers and police were furious and were about to give the bald boss a good lesson. The man in white who was eating noodles put down his chopsticks and said, "I'm so full! The boss pays the bill!"

Everyone looked at the young man together.

The young man took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth. He didn't care about the eyes of everyone. After wiping his mouth, he folded the handkerchief and put it away. Then he took out his wallet and asked, "How much is it?"

The fat military policeman and the skinny military policeman looked at each other, smiled, and were about to go over to fix this daring and arrogant guy. Suddenly, they saw guns when the young man lifted his clothes—and not one, but two! A black revolver, another golden Browning gleaming,

White suit, revolver.

The fat soldier and the policeman seemed to think of something at the same time, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

"Chenghui, Wujiao!" The bald boss hurried over.

The young man took out one piece and handed it to the boss, "Don't look for the rest!"

"this--"

"Your noodles are delicious!" said the young man, holding up his hat, standing up, putting on his hat, and then walking towards the fat military and police.

The fat military police and the skinny military police didn't even dare to breathe when they saw the young man approaching.

The young man smiled slightly: "Your boss Bodhisattva?"

"Well, yes!" The fat military police replied.

"I met him once, and he helped me, so this time—" The young man raised his brows, "Get lost!"

The word "roll" came out, and the fat military and police officers immediately ran away, fearing that they would run slowly.

Two regular customers and the bald boss watched this scene in disbelief.

They couldn't figure out why the military police who were arrogant and domineering just now were afraid of a young man with a weak crown?

After drinking away the two young men, the young man turned his head and said to the bald boss: "Close the stall, the sky is really going to change!" After speaking, he looked up at the night sky and saw dark clouds rolling in.

Seeing that the young man was about to leave, the bald boss thanked him again, and said, "So what if the sky changes? God won't let us survive at all! How can we pay so much money?"

Thinking of the double fee at the end of the month, the bald boss no longer cared about his dignity, and squatted on the ground, hugging his head and sobbing.

The young man was about to leave, but when he heard the words, he turned to look at the boss, and said, "Why are you crying, man? Besides, a storm is not necessarily a bad thing, it might be a good thing, maybe there will be a turning point at the end of the month!"

"How is it possible?" The bald boss looked up at the young man with tears in his eyes.

The young man pursed his lips and smiled: "Anything is possible!"

While talking, a drop of rain just hit the brim of his hat.