I have been a thief for three days, and I wouldn't change it for an emperor!
This is a joke made by Jianghu people, but it is also a truth.
Hou San, the thief king, who has long been accustomed to living alone, used to live a carefree life. This time he suffered an unforeseen disaster and was thrown into prison for more than two years. However, at an advanced age, he had to consider how to provide for himself after retirement.
I worked as a lone thief for several years, just to live a comfortable life. Money comes easily and goes quickly. I just want to be drunk one day and drunk the next, and I have no savings at all.
This time, not only did people break in, but even my old home was confiscated by the police. Several antiques that I kept for fun at home were confiscated. It can be said that I lost everything.
If it was okay when I was young, no matter where I went, as long as I relied on my own skills, I could become a master in minutes. But now that I am getting older, I have to think more about my funeral.
Even after he is released from prison, his future retirement life will not be settled.
The severe crackdowns carried out by the public security department for several consecutive years can be said to be both damaging and ruthless. They often capture one and take him out of the group. As a result, all the famous bosses in the world are dead and crippled, and those who are lucky are also serving prison time. Fortunately, Mr. Hou has been living alone in the past few years, although he was sent to prison for a trivial matter. But by some strange combination of circumstances, he escaped this crackdown.
Thanks to his betrayal at the right time, hiding in prison became a safe haven. All the relationships in the world were severed long ago, and even if he was severely beaten, no one could bite out Mr. Hou.
Otherwise, given the value of the cases he had taken action, two rounds of shootings would be too much to mention.
While in prison, Mr. Hou made up his mind. After coming out this time, he had to play a different game. Besides, with his age, seniority, and skills, he should have found a successor long ago. He can no longer personally Take action, teach a few serious disciples and disciples, and concentrate on eating their tribute.
In this way, you can spend your remaining years in peace.
Looking at the few cubs in front of him, Mr. Hou felt very happy in his heart, as if he had seen some new hope.
"If you don't sweep one house, how can you sweep the world?!" After some instructions, the third master hummed a few words from his nostrils, and then walked away gracefully with his hands behind his back, leaving the whole room with admiring looks.
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Small thieves also need to undergo closed training.
Moreover, Mr. Hou's first request was to tidy up the housekeeping, which was quite surprising.
Just do what you say, and the few and a half-year-olds acted quickly as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
Only when collective life has a unified command and a common goal can we have team cohesion and reflect the strength of the collective. The Thief King Hou Sanye seems to be well versed in this, and his simple few words can actually inspire people. The enthusiasm of a few little blind people.
All the tattered clothes, old shoes, and smelly socks were thrown away. The bed boards in Datong were wiped clean with water, and the smelly bedding was also thrown into the garbage.
The room was cleaned from the floor to the roof, and the damaged areas on the walls were covered with old newspapers. Even the fifteen-watt incandescent light bulb was unscrewed and replaced with a forty-watt one.
Everyone worked together, and in less than an hour, the dilapidated bungalow looked brand new, at least it looked like a place for one to live.
After the room is tidied up, it’s time for personal hygiene.
Fortunately, it was summer, so the four of them lined up in front of the faucet in the yard and took a shower with cold water. Then they washed them vigorously from head to toe with lighthouse soap. Their necks, which were as black as axles, became a little whiter and tenderer.
It seems that even the little thieves living in the darkest corners instinctively hope to live a clean and decent life.
A rare smile appeared on Hei Qing's stinking face. He smiled and sent a few unity cards to everyone, and then kicked the four kids out of the yard.
It was still early, it was a weekend night, and the Qianjiakou Night Market was busy. Xiaosi had a huge sum of money and prepared to go to the night market in pairs, buying two clean clothes and bedding for each person, and getting a haircut by the way. Before the closed training, prepare yourself well.
Mr. Hou finally came back, and life felt completely different this time.
Visiting the night market and shopping, this is how people should live.
Xu Zhiyong and Erdai, dressed in new clothes from inside to outside, each held a large enamel washbasin in their hands. In the washbasin were brand-new clothes, newly bought towels, and soap, leisurely in Qianjia I was walking around the night market, looking around and feeling that my eyes were a bit weak.
You no longer have to stare at other people's wallets and pockets, and you don't have to be afraid of being seen. You can walk on the road with your head held high and swagger. When you see something you like, you can confidently bargain with those coaxing stall owners. Then they threw the stall owner into a big group, and a flattering smile appeared on the face of the stall owner who usually dragged him as much as two to five to eight thousand yuan. The two brothers felt as comfortable as drinking honey.
After buying almost all the things, I started playing, playing with hoops, shooting balloons with an air gun, and playing with them one by one. I had plenty of money in my pocket, and we men didn’t care about things like ten cents or two cents today!
But my stomach seems to be a bit unsatisfactory. I have a bottomless appetite for a young man. I have been relying on steamed buns and pickles to survive these days. I don’t have much oil or water in the first place. In addition, after the tossing and cold shower just now, my stomach is early. Already hungry as a drum.
It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, but there were no shortage of people at the night market. There were stalls selling various snacks around the intersection.
Wontons, noodles, pies, jelly, fried enema, it seems that they have not been seen for a few days, and there are many more roadside food stalls. Of course, the most eye-catching stall in the middle is the one selling stewed and cooked sausages.
For no reason, it was because the smell of the stewed meat in the pot was so strong that it seemed as if the entire intersection was filled with the meaty aroma that had a slight Chinese herbal flavor, which was unbearable.
Seeing Erdai drooling and greedy, and hearing his stomach growling, Xu Zhiyong hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Whatever! We didn't do anything today, just go eat braised pork." We have to respect them, we are their customers, that curly guy doesn’t dare to do anything to us!"
The little flat head had long recognized the little curly hair who was carrying a satchel and shouted "stewed and cooked with fire" while collecting money with a sulky look on his face. This curly hair was none other than the one who had been chasing him all the way shouting and beating him a few days ago. Thanks Laozhaoer.
After saying a few words to comfort themselves, the two thieves sneaked up to the stall and saw a fat man holding a kitchen knife to cut the large intestine without raising his head. They whispered: "What are you doing? Give it to us." Two bowls of stew..."
The ancients said: "Rabbits don't eat the grass beside their nests!"
Xu Zhiyong somewhat understood what this meant.
Hei Qing, that dumb-headed young man, had no problem forcing his younger brothers to cause trouble near Qianjiakou. As a result, he had to be careful even if he wanted to eat a bowl of braised pork at the night market.
The curly-haired stall owner who sold stewed braised pork noodles once chased him all over the street.
The owner of the clothing stall over there, eating braised pork, chewing pig tails and drinking wine, is called Jiao San'er. He has been running a clothing stall all year round and has known his brothers for a long time.
In the watermelon greenhouse across the road, the two brothers who sell melons, let alone my own brothers, have no idea what they call them.
After sitting down, I realized why there were enemies everywhere? Although the stewed food placed in front of him was fragrant, Xiao Pingtou felt that it was a bit unsatisfying to eat.
The braised pork stall's business is very good today, and the sales volume is expected to reach a new high. The military green satchel on the cross-body is already bulging with change, and Xie Laozhao'er is in a particularly good mood.
After a rough calculation, grandma's surgery fee was no problem at all. I didn't expect that setting up a stall at the night market could make so much money.
The braised pork shop owned by Xiao Yuan'er is even more impressive. It produces more than a hundred kilograms of meat every afternoon and can be sold out before ten o'clock the next day. If this momentum continues, it will be no problem to sell him a few hundred kilograms a day.
Oh my god, I can’t even think about it. This means at least a thousand yuan in net profit every day!
A small business can actually make such money. No wonder there are more and more food stalls in this night market.
No matter how many competitors there are, don’t be afraid. How much money can you make by selling wontons, pies, and tea eggs? What we sell is pure meat. You can make a profit of at least two yuan per bowl, and customers can come to your door just because of the smell.
What's more, Mancheng and Xiaopang'er exchanged their knowledge and brought those soy pig tails and soy pig trotters to the night market. This overbearing snack became very popular as soon as it appeared. Even Grandma Li's wonton stall sells it every day. You can even sell a few pig trotters and pig tails.
This is how the revolutionary situation is great!
Seeing that the time was approaching midnight, the number of guests was gradually dwindling, and all the stew in the pot had reached the bottom. Xie Laozhao squatted behind the tricycle, put his military green satchel in front of him, and began to count today's items. harvest.
Xie Laozhaoer didn't mind the pile of yellow and green money. He carefully smoothed and folded them one by one, and then began to count them carefully. After counting, he checked it with the accounts recorded in the notebook.
Obviously there were some discrepancies in the accounts, so he scratched his head, sighed, then sorted out the pile of banknotes, and started counting them again.
Xie Laozhao'er counted the money carefully, but he didn't know that his actions had already attracted a pair of stern eyes.
"Are you afraid that the money will cost thousands?" Erdai asked in a vague voice, chewing a piece of steamed bun in his mouth.
"Definitely! I'm afraid it's more than that. Just the ten yuan of unity is enough for a thousand." Xu Zhiyong replied in a low voice without thinking.
After a while, Men'er woke up immediately and reached out to give Erdai a slap on the head: "What are you thinking about when you eat your braised pork?!"
After saying that, he looked up and looked around.
It's late at night, and the people on the street gradually disperse. The cool night breeze blows, making people's pores relax after a hot day, which is indescribable comfort.
Not far away, a Grand Cherokee without a license plate stopped quietly, and a model man jumped out from the passenger seat. He was wearing a Montagut T-shirt and stiff woolen pants. The metal belt buckle on his waist was shining with gold, and his leather shoes were polished. The most eye-catching thing is the genuine leather handbag carried under this man's arm. A large antenna protrudes from the handbag.
Xu Zhiyong was stunned for a moment when he saw the person coming. The handsome man had some gloomy evil aura, especially the light yellow hair on his head that was easy to identify. Isn't this the famous Huang Mao and Huang Xiaochuan in Qianjiakou area?
Recognizing Huang Xiaochuan, Xu Zhiyong couldn't help but be excited. It seemed that he rarely came to Qianjiakou. Why was there so many acquaintances in the night market at this late night?
For one's own profession, it is not a good thing to meet an acquaintance, especially Huang Mao, Huang Xiaochuan, Hei Qing and Qiangzi have reminded everyone more than once that this is a big stubborn man who does not hesitate to go around on the street. If you encounter one, you must avoid it.
Xu Zhiyong, a little boy with a flat head, couldn't help but lament. If he wanted to have a good bowl of braised pork this night, why would he feel like he was surrounded by danger? !