Rebirth of Hong Kong Variety Show

Chapter 161

Kwun Tong.

At a night snack stall facing the street.

It is only past ten o'clock in the evening, which is the time when the supper stalls are most popular, but there is no one in this supper stall.

Precisely,

There is only one table of guests.

The most middle position.

Han Chen sat in the center of the main seat, accompanied by Sha Qiang, and opposite them were Gandhi, Niigai, Guohua, and Wen Zheng.

"coming!"

The owner of the supper stall yelled, brought out an iron plate from behind, and put it on the table yelling:
"Brother Chen, the roast suckling pig is here."

While talking, he put down the plate of suckling pig, and gestured with his hand: "According to your order, the chef specially invited from outside will roast and cook it right away. The color, fragrance and taste are all complete, and everyone will be sure to feast on it."

As he speaks.

The roasted golden-yellow, charred outside and tender inside roasted suckling pig placed in the middle of the table has already diffused its aroma.

The fragrance from the pavement permeated the nostrils of everyone, and the smell of this fragrance made people's index fingers twitch.

"it is good."

Han Chen chuckled and nodded with satisfaction: "Go down."

Successively.

Subsequent dishes follow to the top.

"I rely on."

Shaqiang smelled the aroma of roasted suckling pig, rubbed his palms impatiently, and looked at the suckling pig in the middle:
"Brother Chen, let's start eating quickly, otherwise my saliva will flow all over the table in a while."

"Hahaha"

Everyone burst into laughter immediately after hearing the words: "Si Qiang, Si Qiang, you are really good at enlivening the atmosphere, much more active than Ah Hai."

"By the way, what time is it, and the dishes are all served, why isn't that boy Ah Hai coming over? Does he know that he won't give us some face today?!"

"Ha ha."

With a strong smile on Han Chen's face, he said lightly, "I'll be there soon. Ah Hai went out to do some business today. I'm afraid I'm too embarrassed to come here if things go wrong."

"Let's eat first, just reserve the place for him."

"Come on, let's try it out?"

Han Chen looked at everyone with a smile, and then picked up the chopsticks, but he didn't pick up the roast suckling pig that had been cut into pieces, but picked up the small tomatoes that the roast suckling pig served as a decoration, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed:

"Well, sure enough, I'm more suitable for vegetarians."

"Hahaha"

Gandhi pushed the big black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiled and shook his head, picked up the chopsticks to pick up the middle piece of meat:
"As a human being, you must pick the good ones. If you don't eat good meat, what kind of vegetarian is it? I, Gandhi, like to eat meat. Anyone who comes will not be turned away."

"me too."

The nigger then picked up the chopsticks, picked up the roast pork in front of him, dipped it in the sauce, put it in his mouth and chewed it, "crackling, crunchy".

"Ah Chen!"

Guohua picked up the can of beer next to him, pulled the tab, took a sip with his head up:
"Why did you think of it today and invited us to eat roast suckling pig, and even invited a chef from outside to cook it?"

"I want to eat too, so I called the chef over."

Han Chen waved his hand, picked up the squab next to him which had been cut into four pieces, took the pigeon's wings and stood with salt and pepper, put it in his mouth and began to bite:
"Everyone followed Brother Kun to find money. After finding so much money, it's not that you can't afford it. If you want to eat, you can eat it. Why are there so many, isn't it?!"

"Hahaha"

Everyone laughed when they heard the words, and started to eat meat and drink with a smile, and the atmosphere was quite good.

period.

Han Chen chatted with the four of them one after another, and the wine in his hand never stopped while chatting.

Especially Sha Qiang, who frequently drank with the four of them, and soon his face became red and his neck thickened.

Although the condition of the other four speakers was better, they drank a little too much, their faces were reddish because of the alcohol.

"No way."

Silly Qiang hiccupped, pushed away the wine glass in front of him, waved his hands, and said with a little blurred eyes:
"No...you can't drink hiccups!"

Done.

His head fell straight onto the table.

"Hahaha"

Wen Zheng looked at Sha Qiang who fell straight down, pointed at Han Chen and said with a smile: "What's the matter, Ah Chen, your little brother can't do it, he can't do it before he starts drinking."

He himself hiccupped and teased, "Isn't it because you got the money and didn't pay them more, so that's why?"

"He can't drink enough by himself, so he can't blame me."

Han Chen waved his hand, showing an innocent expression: "How much money Brother Kun has brought me, what should be given to them is all of them."

"If you insist on putting the blame on me, the person who is talking about it, then blame Brother Kun for not taking me to find enough money."

"But then again."

He spat out the remains of the squab bone in his mouth, wiped it with a paper towel, and took a sip from his cigar:
"Brother Kun has been in Ugly Country for so long this time, I heard that he is going to get in touch with new channels of white fans."

"Everyone is ready to welcome new channels when they look back. By then, there will only be more and more banknotes in everyone's pockets."

"Achen."

Gandhi looked up at Han Chen, curled his lips: "I have now found out why you were able to sit on the fifth boss so quickly, and stepped into an equal position with us."

"Ha ha."

Han Chen looked at him with a smile: "What did you find?!"

"You, you know how to hold stinky feet!"

Gandhi's mouth was full of oil, and he took a tissue to wipe the corner of his mouth: "You are so good at talking, no wonder Brother Kun thinks highly of you."

"This is Ah Chen's ability."

The nigger snorted, and said to the side: "How long have we been helping the Ni family and following Brother Kun? If we had Ah Chen's abilities, we would not be what we are now."

"Eh!"

As soon as Han Chen stretched out his hand, he pretended to be angry and said in a deep voice, "Look at what you said, it makes me, Han Chen, seem incapable of pleasing Brother Kun with just one mouth."

"What's the problem with being a little guy to help the big guy say a few words?!"

"Go, go, go."

Gandhi didn't want to talk to Han Chen again: "Take people with short hands and eat people with soft mouths. We eat your food. Whatever you say is what you say."

"but."

The smile on Han Chen's face was still the same, his squinting eyes quickly scanned the expressions of the four speakers present, the conversation changed, and he naturally entered his real topic:

"Having said that, I, Han Chen, still like to speak the truth. Why do I feel that Brother Kun is acting weird recently, as if he is deliberately hiding something from us?!"

"Grass!"

As soon as Guohua heard what Han Chen said, he opened his mouth and cursed angrily: "You didn't realize it later, did you?!"

"What do you mean?"

The expression on Han Chen's face was stunned: "What? I, Han Chen, don't make you happy? Everyone is big. If you don't inform me if you have something to do? That's boring."

"Brainless!"

The nigga pouted and interjected, wiped his fingers and picked up the cigarette next to him, lit it up and took a deep puff, half-raised his head to look at the simple ceiling:

"Why did Brother Kun call us to meet in the villa before leaving Hong Kong Island for Ugly Country? Do you think it's just to treat you to a cigar!"

"It's not true what he said to us, but what he said later is true."

He exhaled a mouthful of thick smoke and yawned. The action of opening his mouth looked very magical:
"First, he said that someone was going to buy shares in their Ni family's property, and then he said that he was going to the Ugly Country. Let's hand in the next month's figures first."

His finger clicked on the table: "What is this? This is testing us! He suspects that we have collusion with those who want to enter the game, and he is testing us."

"I saw Brother Kun's purpose at a glance. Otherwise, why would you think I was the first to say that I asked Ma Zai to send him the money in the afternoon?"

There was a faint red light on the nigger's face, and when he spoke, his tone was deliberately showing his wisdom and intelligence.

"That's it."

Guohua also chimed in: "Brother Kun is a real person, he immediately thinks of guarding against us whenever something happens."

"How much money we've helped the Ni family make over the years, he doesn't know what to do. Oh, it's all right now, and he will see us as soon as he has any problems."

"I totally agree."

Gandhi nodded approvingly, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes behind the thick-rimmed black glasses:
"What, the old man really thinks we don't know?!"

Liquor is a slip of the tongue.

Han Chen's careful thinking really saw the effect, and it was not in vain that he gave Sha Qiang an order to accompany the four of them to drink more.

"Grass!"

When Han Chen heard what they said, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he directly put his hands in his ears:

"Pujie, I didn't hear anything you said."

"Okay, okay, don't pretend to be with us."

Gandhi pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, curled his lips in disdain: "You, Han Chen, could get into this position. If you didn't have any brains, you would have rushed to the street. It's your turn to sit in this position."

"I remember it very clearly. You were the second one behind the nigger to say that you would send the money to Ni Kun in the afternoon. I really thought we were stupid. I can't see that you can see through everything?!"

"..."

Han Chen was speechless for a moment, and curled his lips: "If you want to say that, then I have nothing to do."

"Okay, okay, Chen!"

Guohua waved his hand, and said in a disdainful tone: "Take your thoughts away, and if this happens, everyone won't have to eat, so let's break up."

"You think everyone really thinks you're stupid, you're the one who knows how to behave and has the most active mind."

He poked his teeth with a toothpick, and then spat thick phlegm to the side with a rough "hoo":
"Everyone is not stupid. In the future, we will keep in touch with each other. If there is any news, just pass it on to each other as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, if Ni Kun thinks about something one day, if anyone among us falls down, everyone will have a hard time."

"Ah."

Wen Zheng, who didn't say much, sipped his beer and nodded in agreement: "We have to hug each other, only in this way can we last long."

"It's been more than a month since Ni Kun talked to us last time? Did you find any problems?"

He frowned: "In my opinion, what he said last time that someone entered the game didn't happen at all. Otherwise, why hasn't anyone come to us so far?"

"I don't care."

Gandhi spread his hands carelessly: "Don't care whether what Ni Kun said is true or not, does anyone really want to join us?"

"Anyway, I just earn what I have, and earn less if I don't have it. If I tear my face, it will be meaningless to everyone."

"tsk"

When Han Chen heard this, he couldn't help but shook his head: "From what you said, it seems to be the same thing."

"What to do, everyone thinks about it in their own minds."

Guohua held a toothpick in his mouth and rubbed his hands on his chin: "But Ah Chen, you can do it. I heard that you recently robbed Zhongxinyi's territory?"

"After this month, you made a lot of money, right?"

"Did I steal it?!"

Han Chen spread his hands, and said indifferently: "It's all right if someone under his command can fight. Besides, Zhongxinyi's territory is close to me, and no one takes it. It's better for me to hold it in hand than to make trouble for those small gangs." to make the most of it.”

"You can be proud of yourself."

Guohua pouted, with a sour tone, he picked up the beer on the table and knocked on the table: "Here we come, let's drink."

He patted Sha Qiang who was drunk and collapsed on the table: "I just poured a few glasses of whiskey and I poured it. I didn't even see you drinking beer!"

"Come, come!"

Han Chen picked up the wine glass and followed suit.

The meal lasted for more than an hour, and everyone dispersed after drinking to their satisfaction. They took the car to cook and then went to digestion exercises.

"Ha ha."

Han Chen sent the four of them away, smiled and looked at the taillights of the car going away, then turned back to his seat, picked up the chopsticks and ate the meat with big mouthfuls.

tonight.

The dinner that lasted more than an hour lasted nearly an hour, and Han Chen was always talking nonsense with them, and only a few minutes were the core of the dinner.

The purpose of dinner tonight is simple:
Test the attitudes of the four speakers.

Han Chen hasn't worked in the Ni family for as long as the four of them, so he doesn't know the extent of the relationship between these four people and the Ni family. ,

people.

In the case of being slightly drunk, many words are true revelations of inner thoughts. If they drink a little more, % of what they say is bragging, and the remaining % ​​are true, but their discourse orientation is definitely the most true. of.

From what the few people said just now, Han Chen had already figured it out.

Although the four of them didn't describe what Ni Kun looked like, their attitudes were very obvious and they didn't hide it.

"call"

Han Chen put down the gun in his hand, burped contentedly, squinted his eyes and smoked a cigarette.

Since these four people are not so supportive of Ni Kun, then I need to continue to wait.

It's time to get started.

Just then.

A car slammed to a stop on the side of the road, and Ma Zai rushed out of the car in a panic, and ran to Han Chen's table:

"Brother Chenchen, something is wrong!"

"Grass!"

Han Chen was thinking about his next plan when he was suddenly interrupted by Ma Zai. He frowned at him and slapped him directly on the head:

"Chen, what brother Chen, you are yelling here at night, do you still have a sense of public morality? The neighbors in the neighborhood have to go to work tomorrow!"

"How many times have I told you, don't panic when encountering things, why don't you listen?"

"Brother Chen Chen!"

But Ma Zai didn't listen to Han Chen's words, and said in a trembling tone: "Brother Haihai was beheaded to death in the field."

"what?!"

Han Chen slapped the table and stood up straight away: "Ah Hai is dead?!"

"Yes!"

Ma Zai nodded, and said again: "Not only that, all the sites of loyalty and righteousness we won have been swept away!"

"Who did it!"

Han Chen's voice broke sharply for a moment: "Who the hell did it!"

"Luo Tianhong!"

"Loyal Luo Tianhong?!"

"Ah."

Ma Zai nodded, and then added: "Now he is Ji Bu's red flower double stick!"

"Grass!"

Han Chen swept his hands across the table, and the things on the table were instantly swept away and fell to the ground:
"When did it happen, why don't I know?!"

Ma Zai looked at Han Chen tremblingly, not daring to interrupt at all.

Just then.

A child suddenly ran to Han Chen's side and poked Han Chen's arm:
"Uncle, there is a handsome boy who asked me to give you something."

"Ok?"

Han Chen frowned: "What!"

"Here."

The child stretched out his hand and grabbed Han Chen: "He said you would give me the money, I will give you the money first, and then I will give you the things."

"..."

Han Chen frowned, and looked around subconsciously, but he didn't find anyone around.

I simply thought about it.

He reached out his pocket and took out a big golden bull: "Give it to me, I'll give you the money!"

"Thank you uncle!"

The child took the banknotes and handed Han Chen an envelope.

Han Chen opened it.

inside.

First, a golden rose fell out.

Han Chen took a look at the golden rose, and then his eyes fell on the paper.

The flying and flying characters on the paper are unusually ornamental:
Han Chen.

It's your turn next.

A promise of gold.

Jibu.

(End of this chapter)