"Hong Kong reports that Typhoon Signal No. 3 is about to land, and Hong Kong will experience severe stormy weather within three days. We hope citizens will be 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 customers. Except for two old regulars, there was a young man in white.
The young man was dressed very appropriately, with a white suit, white trousers, and black leather shoes. He was spotless and looked like a person of status.
He was alone, ordered a bowl of chop suey noodles, put his white hat next to his left hand, as if he was very hungry, poured vinegar and water, and ate deliciously.
"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.
People like him who run a small business almost depend on the weather for their livelihood.
When the weather is nice, more people come to eat noodles. When the weather changed, he couldn't bear the violent storm. All the tables, chairs and benches were overturned. He might even destroy the people eating there, not to mention the huge number of customers.
"Stop complaining, Shandong guy! There are many people who are worse off than you, let's just say those Dan people, in this kind of weather, they can't even eat salt!"
"Yes, there are those who live by the sea and their families are starving if they can't go out to the sea! As for you, at least you can go back and cook a few bowls of chop suey noodles!" Two old regulars teased.
The bald boss snorted, "You know what the heck! I have to pay double the money to those bastards this month! Grandma's bear already made little money and worked hard to harvest the wool, but now we are encountering this kind of horrible weather. , It’s simply impossible to live!”
As if to verify the bald boss's words, two uniformed policemen walked over from a short distance away, holding batons in their hands.
"Shandong guy, business is good tonight, so many people?" A fat policeman hit the chopping board with his baton.
"You're blind, there are only three people here!" the bald boss said angrily.
"Pu Ni Amu, how can you talk to the chief?" Another thin military policeman stepped forward and pointed his baton at the bald boss's nose.
The bald boss immediately surrendered: "Sir, don't be angry! You know I'm from Shandong, I have a bad temper, and sometimes I don't mean what I say. I didn't mean to offend just now!"
"Oh, no problem, I'm actually easy to talk to!" The fat military policeman winked at the thin military policeman.
Crackling!
The two men overturned the pots and bowls in the car and knocked them to the ground.
"When doing business, you must be friendly to make money. Don't be rude to your superiors at all times!" The fat military policeman smiled softly, and with a flick of his baton, a pot of stinky food 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 that he was about to kneel down in front of the fat military policeman.
The fat military policeman used his baton to pick up his chin, making him unable to kneel down: "Don't! We are public servants, what do you mean by kneeling down on me?"
The bald boss wanted to cry but couldn't. He wanted to kneel but couldn't.
A regular customer couldn't stand it.
"Is there anything wrong? If you bully people like this, is there any way to do it?"
The fat military policeman smiled and looked at the man.
Another regular customer immediately teased him: "Say less, or you will get burned!" As he spoke, he pulled his companion up and apologized to the fat military policeman: "Sorry, he didn't mean it. Let's leave after eating the noodles!"
The fat military policeman nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at the bald boss: "Don't kneel down, just pay me double the fee for this month, and I will let you go!"
"Double the fee?" The bald boss was stunned and said, "I have no money! After collecting the plain clothes, the fire department collects it, and after the fire department collects it, you collect it! You have to pay the fees to those associations and gangs! Please, I am selling offal." I'm a restaurant owner, not a restaurant owner, please spare me!"
The fat military policeman smiled ferociously: "They are them, and we are us! Now there are two ways for you, either pay 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 left."
The fat military policeman knocked on the radio with his baton and said fiercely: "Didn't you hear that there will be storms for the next three days - you asked us to come here to collect fees, what the hell!"
"I-I didn't mean that!"
"You don't mean that, what do you mean?"
The two military policemen were furious and were about to teach the bald boss a lesson. The man in white who was eating noodles put down his chopsticks and said: "So full! Boss pays!"
Everyone looked at the young man together.
The young man took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth. He didn't care about the attention 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 thin military policeman looked at each other, smiled, and were about to go over and fix this bold and defiant guy. Suddenly, they saw the gun the moment the young man lifted up his clothes - and not one, but two guns! One black revolver, the other golden Browning is even more shining,
White suit, revolver.
The fat military policeman seemed to think of something at the same time, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.
"Shenghui, five cents!" The bald boss hurriedly ran over.
The young man took out a piece and handed it to the boss, "Don't look for the rest!"
"this--"
"Your noodles are delicious!" the young man said, picking up his hat, standing up, putting on his hat, and then walked towards the fat military policeman.
When the fat military policeman and the thin military policeman saw the young man approaching, they didn't even dare to breathe.
The young man smiled slightly: "Your boss, Bodhisattva Quan?"
"Well, yes!" replied the fat military policeman.
"I met him once, and he helped me, so this time -" The young man raised his eyebrows and said, "Get out!"
When the word "get out" came out, the fat soldier and the policeman immediately ran away, fearing that they would be slowed down.
Two regular customers and the bald boss looked at this scene in disbelief.
They couldn't figure out why the military police who were so arrogant and domineering just now were afraid of a weak young man?
After drinking away the two young men, the young man turned back to the bald boss and said, "Close the stall, the weather is really going to change!" After saying that, 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 things change? God won't give us a way to survive! How can we afford 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 holding his head and sobbing.
The young man was about to leave, but after hearing this, he turned around and looked at the boss, and then said, "What are you crying about, man? Besides, the coming storm is not necessarily a bad thing, it might be a good thing, and maybe things will turn around by the end of the month!"
"How is that possible?" The bald boss raised his head and looked at the young man with tears in his eyes.
The young man pursed his lips and smiled: "Everything is possible!"
While he was talking, a drop of rain fell and hit the brim of his hat.
