Chapter 117 [Real "black"]

The canteen is the old name, but now it has been basically upgraded and renamed the internal restaurant.

The fat man seemed to be a small leader in the restaurant. He drove all the way to the back of a not-high building at the back and drove into a large yard. Immediately, a young man in a white jacket came over to help carry vegetables.

The fat man shouted twice, stood aside and pointed at him, and then pulled me and took Ni Duoduo inside.

"That's the restaurant. The first floor is a large canteen. I basically don't have to worry about it. The food in the big pot has no technical content anyway." I noticed that the fat man had been walking a little longer, and his left leg seemed to be slightly lame, and he didn't seem to be so straightforward when walking. While walking in front, he rubbed his left thigh hard and said lightly: "There is a small restaurant upstairs, and the standards inside are not lower than those in the big hotel. You can enter at a level of level. In addition, you can enter by entertaining guests from other units. They are also divided according to the grade. The top floor is a small banquet hall, which only opens during the Chinese New Year or when the superiors come. They are all hand-held by my hands." He smiled and said: "You came from the north, don't understand. Guangdong people love to eat and dare to eat. This is a nationally famous."

Next to the restaurant building was a unique small courtyard with a row of small buildings. The gate was not locked. The fat man led us in and went straight to the second floor.

"This is where I live. No one comes on the second floor. The first floor is where other people live in my restaurant. This place is very safe." The fat man looked at me: "Don't worry, I can't guarantee whether your enemy has anything to do with Bai Dao, but even if they have a relationship or a way, it is impossible for him to go to the public security bureau to investigate."

Leading us into a door, I realized that the fat man lived in a very large place, opening up all three houses around him. Each of the three large houses was as big as an elementary school classroom. When I entered the door, the fat man pointed to an old-fashioned nylon fabric sofa: "Sit down!" and then pointed at Ni Duoduo: "Girl, and you."

Then he walked to the side and took out a small bottle in the drawer of the cabinet and threw it at me. I caught it and heard him say, "This is a trauma medicine. The real Yunnan Baiyao is much better than yours. Yours buys land in a pharmacy and batch products. It's not as good as mine."

He looked at Ni Duoduo's hand: "Young people should take care of their bodies. Don't think it's okay to take some injuries. That's because you are young and hard. When you get older in the future, you will suffer a lot!" He glanced at me: "Have you been injured in your legs?"

I was stunned for a moment: "It's a bit. I fell when I ran away from Nanjing the day before yesterday and injured my knee."

The fat man nodded: "I see that when you walk, your leg seems to move a little unnatural. I'll give you a bottle of medicinal wine, and you can do it yourself when you turn around."

He sighed, walked to a room inside, and took out a porcelain bottle and handed it to me after a moment.

"I have three houses here, and I am the living room outside. I live in the inner two rooms, the inner one myself. Don't go in if you have nothing to do! Let you live in the other room. Let's rest here first." The fat man then poured two glasses of water and put them down.

I first helped Ni Duoduo change the medicine on his hand. Then I rolled up my pants and checked for my injury on my knee two days ago.

A large piece of bruises has not yet dissipated. It was originally just purple, but today it looks like it is purple and has a little swollen.

The fat man glanced at him and frowned: "Why are you so careless..." He walked to me and took the bottle of medicinal wine in my hand: "I'll do it for you." Then he looked up at me: "It may hurt a little, please bear it."

He carefully poured some medicinal wine on the palm of his hand. It was a light yellow liquid, with a strong smell of medicinal smell mixed with a hint of wine. It smelled like a hint of sweetness in his nose...

Bang!

The fat man rubbed his hands and palms a few times. The palms were rubbed red, and then slapped them on my knees. I grinned in pain on the spot.

His two fingers were thick and short, his palms were covered with calluses, and his palms were hard and thick. He kept rubbing and rubbing my knees, and constantly adding some medicinal wine.

"The pharmacology needs to be evenly kneaded and hard to spread to the skin." The fat man didn't even look at the painful expression on my face: "My medicinal wine is so expensive. You have nowhere to buy it if you have money."

After rubbing for a while, I almost rubbed a layer of skin off my knees. But it was much more comfortable. I felt like the burning on my knees was like a burning heat.

"Okay! My baby is valuable, use a little less." The fat man stood up with a smile, walked away with a bottle, and then fetched a basin of water to wash the smell of the medicinal wine on his hands.

Then, the fat man asked Ni Duoduo to go to the room inside to rest. I saw that his face seemed to have something to say to me, so I signaled Duoduo to go in first... Now the little girl relies heavily on me, and if I don't say anything, she wouldn't leave me at all.

The fat man stood up and closed the door of the room inside, then turned around and sat in front of me, stood up calmly and found the tea leaves, brewed two cups of strong tea in front of him. He seemed to be in a hurry at all, and after finishing all this slowly, his eyes still looked at me with a smile: "Although I have been here for many years, I am still not used to the Kung Fu tea from Guangdong people, so I like to drink it in the tea jar."

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

The fat man's eyes lit up and he glanced at me: "Do you still have this?" He took out a sprig from my cigarette box and lit it. He took a leisurely breath, then savored for a while before sighing: "Okay, Chen Yang, I know you have a lot of questions now. You can ask slowly. If I know, I will say, "I don't know, or if I can't say anything, you can't ask."

"What are Brother Huan planning to arrange for us?" I spoke slowly, my voice a little low.

"First, Ye Huan is not my boss, and 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: "Secondly, I think it's hard for him to have any solutions."

I smiled, just a helpless smile: "I know, Brother Huan can't do anything about it. This time the trouble was too big."

"Ye Huan and I don't have much friendship, and I help you purely for Jin He's face. You may have guessed that Jin He and I are old comrades-in-arms. We had crawled out of the pile of dead people together. If he hadn't been crawling with me on my back all night, I would have probably thrown my life into that valley." The fat man smiled indifferently, and another faint indifference between his eyebrows.

"Then, when will I see Brother Huan or Jinhe?" I looked at him: "When I called you that day, didn't you say that as long as I arrived in Guangzhou within two days, would you have a way out for us?"

The fat man shook his head: "That was written by Jinhe for me to hand it to you. When I went to pick you up in the morning, I had already called Jinhe. He would come to see you soon. As for me... I am only responsible for bringing you to me." He looked at me: "At least I am safe here."

I didn't say anything else, and felt a little empty in my heart. It seemed that I would have to wait until I met Brother Huan or Jinhe before talking.

The fat man looked at me with 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 branch, he immediately lit another branch, and then stared at me: "Ye Huan is a man with a deep background. I didn't like dealing with him very much. The boy Jinhe was so mean, because Ye Huan saved his life back then, he sold himself to others. He doesn't understand! In this world, except for the kindness of his mother, no matter what kind of kindness, it is not worth paying it back for his whole life! He is so mean."

After taking a strong breath of cigarettes, the fat man continued, "Why don't you know Ye Huan's foundation, others don't know, do I still know? Humph... That kid went south to hunt for gold with thousands of dollars back then, what did he do? You are young, and you haven't experienced that era. In that era, you are brave. He dared to cross the border with a bag of gold and smuggle it back and forth. As long as you have the life to come back alive, you can make a lot of money! Ye Huan is lucky, and he was rescued by Jinhe several times. He also wanted to invite me out and work together, but I was too lazy to move. The kind of person who got up early and went to bed and asked for his life on the tip of the knife

I don't want to experience the days anymore. But many old people I know still go in and have a meal... Alas, Qinghong Qinghong, once you touch this black letter, you will be memorizing for the rest of your life. Jinhe is so mean and can't persuade him back..." He smiled bitterly, rubbed his big nose, looked at me with a cold and faint look: "Boy, I admire you very much, do I know if you offended a big boss of "Qinghong Family Li"! You beat someone's only son to become a eunuch... Damn, you have grown hair with courage!"

"Qinghong?" I was stunned.

"Damn it." The fat man laughed and cursed: "You guy had been with Ye Huan, and Qinghong didn't know... But it's not your fault. The gangsters on the street now all think they are gangsters. In fact, there are a few who know the word Qinghong! Do you think you dare to get out and chop people and collect protection fees and call it gangsters? It's far from it!"

I frowned: "I have heard of Qinghong, it's Qinggang and Honggang. The old man often mentions these things, but they are all old calendars..."

"Old shit!" The fat man continued to smoke: "Qinghong has been passed down since the Qing Dynasty hundreds of years ago. You probably have watched too many Hong Kong movies and thought those little bewitches were called gangsters? Let me tell you, it's far from it! Those are just street gangsters, not even the ninth rank! The entire Hong Kong gangster is just a small branch of the Hongmen of the China Hong Gang, which is also called gangsters? They are just making a living on the roadside.
Chapter completed!