Lin Ming laughed. Since Wang Xinglong had to go, he couldn't let the fun down. www..com The two of them walked together, heading towards the Wenlan River. Lin Ming estimated that the place where Wang Xinglong wanted to go was the "Heyuan Street".
Halfway through, it suddenly started raining heavily. The two of them ordered a pot of tea from a roadside teahouse, sat down to hide from the rain, and had dinner by the way. The teahouse also sells various snacks. Wang Xinglong ordered a bowl of Lingao rice noodles and asked to add some beef. When Lin Ming refused to eat, he asked:
"Brother Lin, aren't you hungry?"
"Since you've gone to the courtyard, you've got to eat. It's definitely much more sophisticated than here."
The brothels of the Ming Dynasty were not just brothels, but more of a social occasion, leading the "fashion" in terms of food and clothing.
"Brother Lin, how can you afford the food in the courtyard?" Wang Xinglong shook his head, "A cup of tea is more expensive than a cup of wine outside."
Lin Ming realized that he had almost exposed his secret - he never spent money to go to the palace in Guangdong, not to mention Foshan, it was too late to curry favor with him, even in other places there were wealthy businessmen who took care of the accounts.
"Brother Xian is right, I was confused for a moment."
"Looking at Brother Lin, he was probably doing well on the mainland back then." Wang Xinglong chuckled.
"It's a joke, it's a joke." Lin Ming forced a smile, "It's hard to look back on the past."
"Brother Lin, why should you be embarrassed? On this high ground, how many people are so desperate that they come here to make a living..." As Wang Xinglong was talking, the hot rice noodles had been brought, and the slightly yellow rice noodles were Floating in the oily soup, with beef slices, sauerkraut, peanuts, shrimp and other ingredients scattered on top, it looks full and very appetizing.
"Brother Lin, I want a bowl too. This stuff is a local specialty." Wang Xinglong said as he picked up the vinegar pot from the table and poured a lot of it, then opened a porcelain pot and dug out a few spoonfuls of oil. , put the red sauce in the bowl and stir it.
A fragrant, sour and pungent smell immediately filled the air. Lin Ming's mind moved slightly. Reminds me of the boiled pork slices I had during my trip to Macau - it also had such a stimulating aroma.
"This is chili sauce - a new thing brought by the Australians. It goes well with meals and is appetizing."
Lin Ming also ordered a portion of rice noodles, and the rain of rice noodles stopped after the two of them finished eating. There was originally rainwater flowing across the street, but as soon as the rain stopped, the water on the street had completely drained out. Although the road was wet, there was no accumulation of water at all. Lin Ming was secretly dumbfounded - even if the people were as wealthy as Foshan, and the floors were mostly paved with bluestones, the rainwater after the rain would not be drained cleanly, and the low-lying alleys and small streets would become pools of water and become muddy.
When we reached the street, the lights were already on. The two of them walked slowly. Because Wang Xinglong was a landowner, he pointed out the shops and scenery on the road and gave explanations from time to time. Some of the facilities that Lin Ming didn't understand were also explained - many things were indeed beyond Lin Ming's expectation: Kun Thief's thorough consideration of the town and his strong financial resources made him secretly surprised. . He found that the smaller the place he couldn't see or care about, the more willing the thieves were to spend money.
Looking at Wang Xinglong's proud expression, Lin Ming suddenly realized that he was very much like the country boy who was taken sightseeing by his relatives in the city the first time he came to the city.
Because of the rain, there were not many pedestrians on the street. However, Lin Ming found that the atmosphere on the street was obviously not right. There are police officers standing guard at the main street intersections. In addition to the police, there are also soldiers with live ammunition. Checking pedestrians from time to time, it seems that a major crime has occurred.
"Is there any big case?" Lin Ming asked softly.
"Why, you don't read the newspaper?" Wang Xinglong asked a little surprised, and then he smiled again, "By the way, Brother Lin just came to the local area."
"Read the newspaper? Di's newspaper?"
"This is not the Ming Dynasty. Where is the Di newspaper?" Wang Xinglong said nonchalantly, "It's the Lingao Times. All local news is reported. We also ordered a copy in our shop - probably shopkeeper Qian got it Went - it has been reported above: the group of snitches from last night and others who slipped through the net are being hunted throughout the city."
"I see." Lin Ming thought that he should read this newspaper - it would be much easier to grasp the news. There is no need to ask around. He was very concerned about the snitch. He couldn't wait to go back and read the newspaper, so he asked: "The Di Bao... did the newspaper say where the snitch came from?"
"I haven't said it yet, but there are a lot of detailed information: there are said to be thirty people in total, all of whom are martial arts men, and some are old thieves with well-known names." Wang Xinglong suddenly became interested when he had the opportunity to show off. Bo Bo, "They were divided into several groups and sneaked into Lingao. But I didn't expect that they would fall into the eyes of the police as soon as they arrived in Lingao."
Wang Xinglong wanted to show off and boasted more and more. Lin Ming couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the cause and effect. It didn't seem like he had a government background. He is most afraid of colleagues coming to Gao: He has seen almost all the middle and lower-level personnel in the Jinyiwei system in Guangdong, and it will be miserable if there are acquaintances among them.
The two of them chatted and walked smoothly all the way to Kawara Street.
There are still pink lanterns hanging high on the street, and the pink light shines on the bluestone road, which is indescribably charming. Wang Xinglong was familiar with the way and led him inside. Lin Ming saw that the street was not wide and could only allow two "Australian cars" to go parallel. One side of the street is the beach of Wenlan River, which is full of sand and gravel. There are peach, willow and apricot trees planted on the embankment. The winter is warm in the high altitude. At this time, the green buds have sprouted and the branches are full of flower buds. On the other side are two-story buildings, densely packed together, very similar to the streets of Dongmen City. But there was no waiter greeting me at the entrance of the store, so it seemed quite quiet.
There is a curtain hanging in front of the door, and the signboard is the same - probably made in the same place. In addition to the same pink lantern, there is also a yellow wooden sign as usual, with a big book on it: Custom Industry Business License. Below are Category A, Category B, Category C, etc., and below are the big food numbers. There were no turtle slaves and prostitutes soliciting customers in front of the door. Instead, there was a half-person-high sign with various words he didn't understand: Poison Dragon Diamond, Five Heavens of Ice and Fire, Tiannu Sanhua... I don't know how to explain it. There is also a sign next to it, listing the small portraits of prostitutes, which looks densely packed and spectacular.
"Ah, Quan Dao, what do you think of this girl? Is the service special?"
"No, it's far away. I'll take you to see what it means to be so amazing. That woman's butt is... go ahead, it's right in front." A man wearing a thief's costume pulled another person towards Walk forward quickly.
"Meat bun? Woman? Service?" Lin Ming heard those few words. I couldn't help but secretly wonder, this hospital is too strange, could it be an Australian habit? As for the word "custom", I don't even know how to interpret it.
There are many people on the street, in small groups, talking, laughing and noisy. Some went straight to the topic, while others hesitated and watched one after another. Occasionally there were a few drunkards staggering around, and some simply lay down on the stone benches by the roadside and vomited. In addition to the customers looking for fun, there are also many rickshaws waiting for customers on the street, and snack vendors naturally set up stalls nearby.
It can be seen that although there are many people doing business here, the order is very good and the ground is very clean. Lin Ming took another look and realized that there were police officers on duty here too - several police officers were on duty in a tall two-story guard box. Next to it was a torture device, with a few unlucky guys chained up.
Lin Ming was watching intently, and Wang Xinglong patted him on the back: "How about it, you have never seen such beautiful streets and willow lanes."
"It's an eye-opener, it's an eye-opener." Lin Ming nodded repeatedly. He saw that there was a sign-like facility on the roadside, which read "call station". There were several women with heavy make-up sitting underneath. It was obvious that they were of average appearance and age. Not too small. She said she was a prostitute, but she didn't solicit customers, she just sat silently. There is also a yellow playing card hanging on everyone's chest. Then he asked in a low voice, "This is also..."
"Yes, this is a self-employed business," Wang Xinglong said with new terms coming out of his mouth from time to time, "Xingyuan is a corporate entity."
"What?"
"For example, a store is a shop with a brand name, and these people are hawkers."
"So that's it." Lin Ming felt incredulous, "Is it just like this? Is it possible to run a half-open business without a leader, without a madam?"
"Local business is not allowed to happen behind closed doors. You have to go through the open road to get a license. Otherwise, it is 'illegal prostitution.' If you are caught, you will have to sift through the sand. As for what you said, there is no need at all - local business is very peaceful. The leather and meat business is no exception." Wang Xinglong smiled, "However, taxes are not light."
Lin Ming thought to himself: The thief is really shameless, the government actually took away the bitch’s money from selling her meat. He felt a little disdainful. But this is a big income! He has a deep understanding of the market and the inside stories of various businesses. He knows that although the skin and flesh trade has a low status and is looked down upon by others, it can make a lot of money. With the perverted shrewdness of the thief, he will naturally not let it go. Get over this piece of fat.
"Here is a place of frugality and casualness. Those who have money can go to the palace; those who have no money can take the goods on the roadside to the hotel and do it once, which can be considered as venting their anger." Wang Xinglong continued, "
The latest chapter of Zhan Po Yun Xiao Australians have to check the fireworks woman’s health every month and treat any illnesses. What a good deed…”
Lin Ming cursed secretly: "This is not a good deed. It's just a way to make money!" At this time, he had a somewhat clear idea of the Kun thief's behavior. The government of the Ming Dynasty treated the city and those doing business in an extensive manner. As long as nothing happened, they would ignore it. There are things that obviously can bring huge benefits, but no one will start them. But the thief Kun is very careful about everything, and everything must be in order, no matter how big or small. Take care of everything.
No wonder they started from a small area in Dongmen City, but within five years they were able to sweep across Fujian and Vietnam and become a powerful force in the sea. In addition to possessing countless miraculous skills and pervasive means of managing territory - where else in the world can compare with it?
While he was deep in thought, Wang Xinglong stopped and said, "Let's choose this one today." (To be continued) r655