After leaving the pawn shop, Gu Siwei walked into a clothing store and scanned the price tags in the store. Gu Siwei felt secretly more at ease.

After seeing a few pieces of clothing and not bargaining much about the price, Gu Siwei thought it would be better to take a break from talking about it, so he paid for it and went into the changing room. When he came out, the original domestic suits were gone.

"Hey, it's really Handesang's mother!"

The young man said something immediately when he saw Gu Siwei coming out.

Gu Siwei was stunned for a moment. He didn't remember who Handesang's mother was. It took him a long time to realize that he was praising himself.

Not to mention young people, even the little girl selling clothes in the store was stunned when she saw Gu Siwei at this moment.

Gu Siwei stood in front of the floor-length mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and felt that it was indeed a bit characteristic of the times. He was now wearing beige bell-bottom pants, a thin suit of the same color on his upper body, and a large collar underneath the suit.

The purple floral shirt looks like a Hong Kong hippie.

Now all I need are pointed shoes on my feet and a pair of toad glasses on my nose.

"It's just that this dress is a little too small."

After hearing this, Gu Siwei turned over his clothes and said: "No, people on the street now are wearing European-style suits, which are designed for Europeans and are not suitable for us Asians, so they wear them

It always seems to be one size larger, this is the real Asian layout.”

I don’t know if it’s because it’s a colony or something, but the suits on the streets of Hong Kong are all this wide and neat, and it looks like they can wear an old cotton-padded jacket underneath. How could Gu Siwei like this style, so he just

I just bought an Asian style suit.

As soon as this was said, someone immediately echoed it.

"This gentleman is so right!"

Gu Siwei turned around and saw a young man, who looked about twenty-five or six years old. However, even if he was only twenty-five or six years old, the top of his forehead was very difficult to show, and there were almost no hairs left.

A standard smart person has no hair on his head.

The young man wore black-framed round glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking elegant and elegant.

"Hello, sir, I am the owner of this store, and my name is Li Jiacheng."

As soon as he heard this name, Gu Siwei's face suddenly lit up.

"What's your name?" Gu Siwei asked.

"Muzili is the home of the family and the city of the city," the young man introduced.

After hearing this, Gu Siwei let out a sigh of relief: "I thought you didn't sell plastic flowers."

After a second thought, he added: "There are so many people in your Hong Kong city that you call home town, and they are almost as big as Zihan at that time."

Li Jiacheng was confused when he heard this.

"What's your name for this one?" Li Jiacheng turned to the young man standing next to Gu Siwei.

The young man felt a little embarrassed now and scratched his head: "My name is Pan Baofeng."

"It turns out to be Mr. Pan" Li Jiacheng said politely.

Next, Li Jiacheng took Gu Siwei and talked for a while. He originally thought that Gu Siwei was a person who was very knowledgeable about fashion, but after talking for a while, he found that this person had some vision, but not much, and he also had some knowledge. Likewise,

Not much.

So it was no longer interesting to talk about it.

Gu Siwei doesn’t want to talk to this guy, let alone his name is Li Jiacheng. Even if he is, what does he have to do with Lao Gu? Can’t Lao Gu make money himself? Why do you want to lick other people’s buttocks as soon as you are reborn?

Gouzi?

Despicable!

Accept someone as your younger brother?

Stop talking nonsense, Lao Gu thinks that with his level, even if he accepts it now, he will be killed by such an ambitious young man in the future.

If he really had that ability, would he have gone to a third-tier city to find a small factory to make a living in his previous life?

The difficult thing for this man is to recognize himself!

After leaving the store, Gu Siwei gathered all the clothes he had on him. At the same time, he watched Pan Baofeng follow him all the way and also dressed him up, which was regarded as a tip for him.

"Okay! There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. Let's say goodbye here. From now on, we will have a long journey. We will meet again if we are destined."

After leaving the store here, Gu Siwei was ready to separate from Pan Baoxian.

After hearing this, Pan Baofeng said directly: "Brother, let me follow you!"

Um?!

Gu Siwei looked at Pan Baofeng and looked him up and down, and then said: "Should I take you with me? You are beautiful! Go back and do your work. My profession is not suitable for you."

How could Gu Siwei want to take him with him? Besides, he wouldn't stay here for long. It was not convenient at all to take Pan Baofeng with him.

"I can do anything, really, boss!"

Pan Baofeng was a quick learner. He didn't learn anything when he arrived in Hong Kong. His ability to adapt to the changing circumstances has really improved.

Gu Siwei didn't know that Pan Baofeng originally wanted to accept him as his younger brother. He was interested in Gu Siwei because he was tall and strong. He could suppress the momentum of a group of people just by standing there.

Of course, Pan Baofeng doesn't dare to think about it now. Not only does he not dare to think about it, he now wants to be Gu Siwei's younger brother.

Originally, when he was in his hometown, Pan Baofeng would not have thought of being anyone's younger brother, but it was different here. Pan Baofeng knew that it would be difficult to get ahead on his own. Now that he hangs out with some people, it's just...

Hug together to keep warm, everyone lives at the bottom, if you don't stick together, you will really be bullied to death.

Even so, Pan Baofeng and others are not living a good life. There is no way. The most powerful people in Hong Kong are naturally the British, followed by a group of people who make a living from the British, and then the Chinese.

At several levels, let's put it this way, social elements are doing better than people like Pan Baofeng.

The harsh beatings of life made Pan Baofeng learn to use his brain and hug his thighs. Although he wanted to hug countless thighs, none of them could look at him.

In the words of a friend of Pan Baofeng: If you want to be a dog to others, then you have to have them like you as a dog.

The most indispensable thing in Hong Kong is dogs. All kinds of dogs are everywhere. If you want to be a dog for others, you have to ask whether they are willing to accept you and whether you are qualified to be a dog for others.

!

Although it sounds ugly, it is the cruelest fact. Now Pan Baofeng not only has to pay taxes to the British, but also has to deal with corrupt police and gang members in order to make a living.

In short, whoever comes is his master!

Despite his bragging about committing crimes and not committing crimes, the truth is that he is in debt and has no way of running back.

And what these people do is not any legitimate business, they just show people the mahjong shop. To put it bluntly, they are the waiters in the mahjong shop. They earn some hard money and have to bear the wrath of anyone.

"You can do anything and it's of no use to me!"

Gu Siwei said something to him, raised his feet and turned around to leave.

Pan Baofeng did not leave, but followed Gu Siwei all the way, not in front, hanging almost ten meters behind him, which would not affect Gu Siwei, but would not cause him to lose him.

Gu Siwei knew that this boy was following him, and he was a little irritated. It would be easy if he did anything excessive, especially when he had a lot of space and was a little bloated.

Gu Siwei simply found a good hotel and stayed there. Prices in Hong Kong had not yet taken off at this time, and a small house only cost about 6,000 yuan. How much would it cost to stay in a good hotel for one night?

The small yellow croakers are definitely unusable, let alone one, not even 10% of them can be used.

Gu Siwei stayed in the hotel until about ten o'clock. When he came out, he found that Pan Baofeng was squatting on the foot of the door of the hotel. It was obvious from a glance that he had been squatting here all night.

Seeing his haggard appearance, Gu Siwei waved to him.

Pan Baofeng took a look and immediately came over. When they met, he lowered his head and said with a smile: "Boss!"

"Don't mention it! You're a big egg! I'm telling you, I've seen you play tricks on me a lot. If you want to wait, just wait." After Gu Siwei said a word here, he raised his head.

Feet away.

Pan Baofeng continued to follow Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei went directly to the pharmacy.

After entering the store, Gu Siwei took out the note and asked the pharmacist in the store: "Excuse me, do you have this kind of medicine here?"

After taking a look, the pharmacist looked at Gu Siwei and asked, "Do you want this kind of medicine? We really don't have it in our store. This kind of medicine is only available in hospitals."

"Can it only be bought in the hospital?" Gu Siwei asked.

The pharmacist nodded: "It can only be found in hospitals, and even small hospitals can't find it. It can only be found in big hospitals, and the price is very expensive. Of course, you can also buy it from other channels, but the price is more expensive.

Up to 20%."

"How expensive is it?" Gu Siwei asked.

"There are more than 600 pills per box. If you want to be cured, you will need to take it for at least two or three months. This box is only a week's supply, seven pills per box!" the pharmacist said.

Gu Siwei's mouth twitched after hearing this.

"So expensive?!"

The pharmacist was so talkative that he explained to Gu Siwei: "You may not know if you ask others. A young lady from my client's family also takes this medicine. One or two boxes are not effective at all. Once you take it, you will get sick."

In two or three months, if the family has no money, it will really not be able to afford it...".

This person is really enthusiastic and speaks very good Mandarin. In short, he is not like some people a few decades later. When you speak Mandarin, he waves his hand and says, "I don't understand. I don't understand. If you want a blanket, you have to use it."

English conduct.
To be continued...