Qianjiakou is located outside the West Second Ring Road of Pingcheng. Back when there was still an old city wall, this area was the main transportation route to the outside of the city. Now that the city wall has long been demolished and the Second Ring Road was built, this area has also developed into a It is a large residential area, and people who have lived here for a long time say that this is a geomantic treasure.
National ministries and commissions are gathered here, and there are many universities around it. All the conveniences of urban life can be found here. There are parks, lakes and water systems in the north and south, and the natural environment is also good.
However, going west from Qianjiakou, only one mile away, it becomes completely different.
Low and dilapidated bungalows are connected in a cluster, and the maze-like alleys are deep and narrow. A large number of ethnic minorities from the northwest live here, so everyone simply calls this bungalow area an 'ethnic village'.
A veritable village in the city, it was here that Yao Yuan had a conflict with a few thieves because of his greed for eating mutton skewers. It was still broad daylight.
And in this shantytown under the cover of night, some things happened just like the environment here, which was somewhat incompatible with the brightly lit city.
The tall and thin man who had just gotten off the No. 103 trolley bus wandered into the dark alley, stopped in front of an iron door, and knocked several times rhythmically.
The small window on the iron door opened, and the dim light shone through the window on the pale face of the tall and thin man. The tall and thin man with sweaty face couldn't wait to whisper something, and then handed in a few banknotes with both hands.
The person inside grabbed it, and then the small window slammed shut.
After a while, the window opened again, and the dim light shone through again. A small paper package was handed out from inside. The small paper package was folded very delicately, just like a small coffin.
The tall and lanky man took the paper bag and held it in front of him as if he had found a treasure. His eyes instantly brightened, and he hurriedly tried to open it on the spot, but unexpectedly there was a scolding mixed with vicious curses coming from the door.
The tall and thin man nodded and bowed in agreement, walking quickly towards the deeper and darker part of the alley with slow steps.
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Deeper in the alley, there is a dilapidated small courtyard. It is pitch black, with only a few lights coming from a row of north rooms. A large shop has been built in the middle of the house. The room is messy, and the smell of sweat and feet is mixed together. , enough to make the listener suffocate.
The little crew-cut Xu Zhiyong was leaning against the wall, completely unaware of the irritating smell that filled the room. His eyes kept glancing towards the outer room, and his pair of wind-catching ears were also pointed.
Under the shadow of the lights in the outer room, Hei Qing and Qiang Zi stood with their hands hanging down. The usual ferocious expressions on their faces were gone, replaced by a well-behaved face. They both looked at an old man with a thin appearance sitting in the middle. .
The old man was short and skinny. On first day, he looked gentle and elegant, like a scholar who had read poetry and books. However, he had a scar that snaked like a centipede across his left face. The dark red scar made people look shocking.
The old man sat on the chair in front of the Eight Immortals' table. He was tall and straight, his eyes were as bright as fire, and he seemed to be looking at him with an air of calmness and dignity.
While talking, a silver coin rolled and fluttered between the fingers of his left hand, like a butterfly with spiritual energy, attracting everyone's attention.
After listening to Hei Qing and Qiang Zi talk about their recent experiences, the expression on the old man's face seemed to be a bit dumbfounded.
"You guys are fooling around like this. It's lucky that you haven't been caught and beaten to death. If anyone finds out that these are my Hou San's sons, I'm afraid my old face will be disgraced by you too!" The old man spoke in a low voice. , the tone was considered calm, but the sharp flash in his eyes made Hei Qing and Qiangzi stand up straighter involuntarily.
Hou San, nicknamed Hou San'er, no one knows what his real name is. Now no one even dares to call him the nickname "Hou San'er" in person. Wherever he goes, he will be called "San Ye" "," Mr. Hou."
Mr. Hou is actually... a thief, a thief leader!
Since ancient times, the status of thieves in the world has not been high. Small thieves, thieves, thieves' eyebrows, and thieves' heads are the inherent impressions of this profession in the world.
However, thieves also have their own ways, and even thieves have their own rules. In the "thief's door" that thieves call themselves, anyone who is respectfully called "Master" has a transcendent seniority and is already a "king of thieves". On weekdays, He is so elusive that he will never take action personally again, but every time he takes action, he will hit with one hit!
The king of thieves, who is as mysterious as a dragon, is rarely seen in the world, leaving only the legends of the king of thieves and the god of thieves.
This Third Master Hou is the famous thief king in the Ping-Tianjin-Hebei region, and now he appears in front of him alive.
Originally, at the level of Heiqing and Qiangzi, they would never have any chance of interacting with a gangster like Mr. Hou, but if the three of them had lived in the same cell for half a year and got together after being released from prison, that would be A matter of course.
Deep prisons are supposed to be a melting pot for criminals to change their minds, reform through labor, and become a new person. However, for some people, they have become a university classroom for exchanges, learning, and expansion of contacts.
During the severe crackdown in the first two years, Mr. Hou was found to have privately hidden cultural relics during an inspection. He could not explain the origin of the important cultural relics. He only gritted his teeth and said that he had picked them up in the countryside several times. Under the high-pressure situation of severe crackdowns, our public security organs will never let go of any bad guy, so Mr. Hou Sanye, a generation of thieves, was randomly thrown into Chadian Prison for three years on charges of speculation and private possession of cultural relics.
The imprisoned thief king was worried about the few newly acquired children he had left outside. After discovering that Hei Qing and Qiangzi were also from Pingcheng and happened to be hanging out in the Jiakou area, he entrusted the two men who were released from prison first to take care of them.
Now Mr. Hou Sanye had his sentence commuted and returned from prison early, and was taken to the ethnic village's residence by Hei Qing.
Under the leadership of Hei Qing, those few thieves who were stealing and robbing on the street all day long were almost like rats crossing the street. When they saw their former boss, they felt that there was finally hope for these frightening days.
"I heard that life is better in the south. There are bosses everywhere and everyone has money. Why don't you take us to Shenhai City for a walk, and you can relax and we can do a lot of work?" Qiangzi said carefully. "
The coin on the back of the old man's hand suddenly flew up like a silver chain, and suddenly fell into his hand and disappeared: "Return to Shenhai City? You two brushes now will be beaten wherever you go! The craftsmanship of our ancestors is in your hands. It’s a waste of time, you don’t even need any technical content?!”
Before the two guys in the outer room could react, the crew-cut Xu Zhiyong, who had been eavesdropping in the back room, couldn't stand it any longer and ran out with a quick step: "Third Master, Third Master, you can't just ignore death, at any rate. Teach us two more tricks and give us a bite of food. You don't know that in the past two days, we have been caught in the wind and chased by others at every turn. We can't even earn back the food we go to the streets every day. We have already spent two days in vain. Steamed buns..."
The grievances in and out of the words, coupled with the bitter expression of the little flat-headed man with a lot of snot and tears, instantly made Mr. Hou laugh so hard: "Little brat! Your life is too scary. It's not as good as this." What is my living standard in prison?"
Hei Qing was a little embarrassed: "Master Hou, the main reason is that everyone in this Qianjia family is too familiar. These little bastards will be targeted as soon as they go out on the street, so it's hard to take action."
"The most taboo thing in our industry is to show off. Now you are all familiar with each other on the street, and you still want to do shit?! Forget it, Hei Qing and Qiangzi, prepare something and don't go out at all these days. Come on, I will give you a closed training, so you can learn the skills of making a living with both hands." The third master said slowly.
Closed training? !
Nowadays, thieves will also conduct closed training, which is a bit pure black humor.
The third master opened his mouth, and the three remaining cubs rushed out of the back room. Erdai, the youngest, had already knelt down under the third master's legs in excitement, crying bitterly.
The third master looked at the unkempt little four with disgust in his eyes: "Stop it! Get the hell out of here and look in the mirror to see what kind of virtue you are. You stink like wild dogs. You are dressed like a wild dog." You are worse than a beggar, you are like a blind drifter. With this virtue, are you afraid that people will not recognize you on the street?!"
"As the saying goes: 'A thief who steals for three days will not be replaced by an emperor!' I guess you have all tasted the sweetness of this industry, but if you want to make a name for yourself in this industry, you have to do it blindly without using your brain. But no, just take "eating raw food" as an example. With your image, your smell will drive people away before they even get close to you. Why do you want to earn money to eat? ! You deserve to starve to death! You little bastards!" The third master's words were quite unpleasant.
Also, just the images of these few people, including Hei Qing and Qiang Zi, have personalities that match the others.
You don't need to look at Heiqing and Qiangzi. They are typical gangsters. They are good people who will stay away from them if they take a look at them.
The remaining four little ones were dressed like little beggars from head to toe. They looked silly and had their own characteristics. They looked dirty and had rot on their bodies. Just the smell of them could drive people away. .
For such a small group to go out on the streets and try to steal something, they deserved to be chased out and run all over the streets.
"Eating raw food?!"
When Xu Zhiyong, a boy with a flat head, heard these three words, his eyes lit up even more. He had vaguely heard of 'eating raw food', but it was a very advanced technique in the theft industry, and only a few aunts and uncles in the legend could do it. Only seniors can do it.
To put it simply, you get close to the donor in broad daylight and take off his personal valuables such as necklaces and watches without anyone noticing.
This is easier said than done. It is impossible to succeed without superb kung fu.
The third master mentioned the words "eating raw food" at this time. Could it be that he meant to teach this unique skill?
The little boy couldn't help but feel happy, and he was daydreaming about it.
Suddenly, this young thief who was new to the industry also had some understanding of the industry. Even if he dares to be a thief, he still has to pay attention to his image! Only when the image is pleasing to the eye can people get close to you. Why haven't you paid attention to such a simple truth before?
A few anxious little thieves now have a backbone and a leader, and they are beginning to look forward to the future.
