I want to be a good person

December 23, 12, the third day of the winter month, is a good day for opening a business. It is a lucky day worth two dollars.

Zhang Aiguo casually flipped through the old year calendar and found that there were indeed not many days suitable for opening a business among the 31 days.

The crackling sound of firecrackers rang out in front of the two shops one after another, and red confetti fell all over the ground.

The red silk and banner on the plaque fluttered in the breeze, and several people were hurrying around.

The sky was not kind and a light drizzle began to fall.

"Why is it raining today? Look, there are no people around. There is no business."

Wen Duanxi had a complaining look on his face and was grumbling a little.

"Haha, water is wealth!"

After Zhang Aiguo finished speaking, he looked up at the sky.

"Bang, bang, crack..."

A few thunders.

Accompanied by a flash of lightning as bright as a white snake.

"That means someone is coming."

"That's a counting trick for asking for wedding money."

"Gotta give it."

"You are so generous."

"As for these people, don't mess with them if you are doing legitimate business. There is no need to provoke them. They are all in gangs, they have many tricks and dirty hands."

Qiu Hongmei has some understanding.

"Well, spend what you need to spend. Harmony brings wealth. Just give away the small amount of money."

"The other party sang very beautifully, and it even rhymed. All the words were auspicious."

"This is called professionalism. Love what you do."

On the roadside, Zhang Aiguo, who had just finished setting off firecrackers, sat in the driver's seat. There was just enough space for one person in the car, and the smell of powder was a little strong in the car.

A few policemen came by and when they left they were carrying two bottles of wine and two snacks wrapped in oil paper. You didn't need to look to see that they were asking for gifts.

When applying for the certificate, the police, health and other miscellaneous donations were required, and a lot of money was exchanged for countless receipts.

“How come these people are eating and taking things at the same time?”

Zhao Xinyu said a little angrily.

Several policemen laughed happily.

“It’s a normal social reality that needs to be understood.”

Life is not easy. Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimps, and shrimps eat mud. This is the food chain formed over thousands of years.

"Sir, those are the wrong people."

Fan Xiaohan said,

Zhang Aiguo saw a few young men with their hands folded, staggering into the business.

When the person who collects protection money comes, you must give him what he deserves. The rules of the underworld exist for a reason.

"Aren't you going to take a look?"

"This is just a small matter. It won't cause any big waves. A powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake. As for business, they won't drain all the fish in the pond. Otherwise, they will all be left starving."

The emergence of black associations was initially a way of banding together for warmth, but once they tasted the sweetness of money, they slowly evolved naturally. Power is the poison that everyone pursues, and seeking profit is their nature.

Sure enough, after a while, a few young men left with the shopkeeper's smiling face.

"Come on, let's go home."

Yang Zichao and the other three were not accompanying them. They took some free time to familiarize themselves with every corner of Shanghai.

Wherever Zhang Aiguo arrives now, he considers defeat before fighting, sets up safe houses, and plans retreat routes. He is willing to sacrifice any property as saving his life is the top priority.

As time went by, the shop business was neither good nor bad, and the calendar kept turning pages in the hard work, day by day.

The Western Racecourse, the main tower and the clock tower were completed only a few years ago. The British loved horse racing and gambling even more, and they also brought opium.

Zhang Aiguo bought a 5 yuan ticket. The match was a temporary weekend extra match. After checking the ticket, he went to the stands. There were a lot of people in top hats all around, mostly Chinese people, while the members were in the boxes.

I observed the breeds of racehorses and found that they are currently small to medium sized in size, and there are also Mongolian horses participating in the competition.

Zhang Aiguo bought one champagne ticket and one winning ticket, and looked at them patiently, but his luck was not on his side.

Many people use national curses to express their annoyance and frustration, as the opportunity to get rich overnight is gone in the blink of an eye.

The Jockey Club really makes money. According to records, the annual ticket revenue is over 10 oceans, and the lottery revenue exceeds 700 million oceans.

Chinese people like to buy champagne tickets. At first, there was no prize money, and the prize was named after champagne. Now the champagne ticket is sold for 10 yuan each, with different prizes such as first prize, second prize, and third prize. The first prize is 18 yuan.

Gambling can be controlled by humans, but winning the lottery requires sheer luck.

"Why didn't you win? I will definitely win next time."

Zhang Aiguo joined others in cursing in national language and wanted to ask others how to sell horses.

"Redneck!"

The man muttered something, but when he saw Zhang Aiguo's clothes and the appearance of a wealthy man, his expression changed instantly.

"Thank you for your good words, thank you"

"Aren't you from Shanghai?"

"From northern Jiangsu."

"Oh, I'll tell you, when you're in Shanghai, you must learn to speak Shanghainese. It will save you a lot of trouble."

"Thank you. Their horses, I see, include Mongolian horses."

"Hey, you're an expert. These are all private racehorses. The racecourse is only responsible for organizing the races."

"Thank you."

We chatted for a while longer.

Damn, it looks like the horses in the space can’t be sold, and it’s hard to find an owner. I can only look for another opportunity.

Let’s go. The tall clock tower in the distance overlooks the racecourse.

Where does the ill-gotten gains from the Racecourse exist?

Spring and autumn are the main seasons for horse racing, so there is still time.

I lost 30 yuan today. I am not willing to accept this. I must make it up to you.

I took the Ding Ding bus and paid the first-class fare, which was 0.03 yuan per stop, and enjoyed the street view of Shanghai along the track. I came here too hastily before, but the scenery is most beautiful in summer, with graceful sides and backgrounds.

I got a new calendar at home, and on the cover, the God of Wealth is holding a gold ingot and smiling.

Life is dull and boring. There is no shortage of money, people or beauties.

Not many people really care about the dead young people. People die every day, let alone the lower class.

People on the road are in a hurry, there is no soil for pretending to be cool and then getting slapped in the face, and there are still only a few people who have nothing better to do.

After leaving the Chinese territory, the car continued to drive south to a secluded place, which was a shooting range.

There are trees, streams and mounds.

There was a light snow falling from the sky today, and the colorful oil-paper umbrellas were opened, like four blooming flowers.

Zhang Aiguo set up a circular wooden target 10 meters away, painted it black and red as usual, and pasted a lot of target paper on it.

"Come on, who will come first today?"

"I!"

Wen Ruixi is always the first to appear, and the habit is gradually formed.

The other three did not fight or compete, perhaps because they did not want to make things difficult for Zhang Aiguo, and they did not divide the material wealth equally among them, basically treating everyone equally.

"Bang, bang, bang"

"next."

"I."

Let the women practice shooting and have a certain self-protection ability, and they only have one magazine.

As the saying goes, no matter how good your kung fu is, you are still afraid of a kitchen knife. No matter how good the kitchen knife is, it can be knocked down with one shot.

"Bang, bang, bang"

"Clap clap clap..."

The Spring Festival is here, and there is still some snow in the corners of the yard.

Under the cold moonlight, a branch of plum blossom is blooming in the corner, with a faint fragrance.

Several women made dumplings. Zhang Aiguo originally wanted to buy some fish, shrimps and crabs, but he was told that they were only eaten by poor people and was not allowed to buy them.

That’s right. Without oil or water, the earthy smell cannot be covered up. Even seafood needs oil. What people lack is fat, and lard is what can help people resist hunger.

There were few fat people in the Republic of China, and women were considered beautiful if they were plump and rosy, and if they were fair and dignified.

The mutton pot in the room was emitting an aroma. Zhang Aiguo cooked it himself and added some Chinese medicinal herbs.

Why cook?

Being idle and exhausted every day, Zhang Aiguo plans to go out for a walk after the holidays.

The Spring Festival fireworks prepared for the Japanese devils must be colorful and gorgeous. We should wish them a happy new year and let them return home as soon as possible.

"珰珰珰"

The three needles pointed to 12 o'clock at the same time.

"Peace and joy, thank you for your company."

Several people hugged each other.

A new year begins.