Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

At nine o'clock the next morning, Dabao had a detailed list in hand. The list included not only the name and address of the Buddha, but also the areas where they often moved.

Dabao didn't care at all, but he had already ordered the guard company in the garrison area to be on standby. Dabao believed that there would always be those who were so foolish as to rush into the muzzle of the gun.

The Buddhist monks in the Xizhimen area were under the control of Jin Laosi. He had more than 70 Buddhist monks under him and the largest territory. Although the money in the Xizhimen area was not as good as that in Wangfujing, it was still very lucrative.

Thieves despise robbers the most. They think robbery requires no technical skills and anyone can do it as long as they have the courage and a knife. But thieves cannot do that. Whether they are stealing wallets or breaking into houses and picking locks, they need to have certain technical skills.

This is a very mysterious thing. A thief would never dare to rob. He doesn't have the courage. Generally speaking, thieves are very timid. After being caught, few dare to fight back when being beaten.

But those murderers or robbers, if you ask them to steal things, they would not dare to do so. In their words, stealing requires courage.

Jin Laosi is over 40 years old this year. He started as a thief at the age of seven and has been doing this for nearly 40 years. He now has more than 70 disciples and is considered a big gang in the capital.

He now visits teahouses and listens to operas every day, and goes wherever there is something delicious. At four or five in the afternoon, he goes home and sits on a reclining chair in the yard. His family has already brought him tea, and he closes his eyes and hums Peking opera.

At this time, the disciples came back one after another and it was time to hand in their share. He was now just teaching his disciples the skills. These people brought the stolen things to him, and he would divide the spoils among them.

In fact, why are these masters so willing to teach apprentices? Isn't it just so that they can share the spoils one day?

Nowadays, the teahouses in the capital have all been converted into state-owned enterprises. There are still storytellers in them, but the famous actors have gone to various theater troupes, and the remaining storytellers are just there to make a living.

A few days ago, a teahouse also got a radio. Wow, the storyteller was gone, and all the sounds came from this radio box.

There was no other way, Mr. Jin Si just liked this, sitting in the teahouse, enjoying the fresh air, listening to others bragging, and of course he had to brag too, and his life was very comfortable.

Most of the people who frequented the teahouse were the old and young who had survived the previous dynasty. Others did not have the spare money, let alone the time. He arrived at Gao Liang Teahouse outside Xizhimen on time at nine o'clock in the morning.

There were only three customers in the teahouse, listening to the crosstalk of Hou Baolin and Guo Qirui on the box. Mr. Jin Si had always been different from others. He curled his lips and said that this crosstalk should be performed live, with dirty talk and swearing. That was the most satisfying way to listen to it.

The waiter in the teahouse came over to greet him as soon as he saw him coming. The waiters nowadays are different from those in the past. In the past, they earned tips, so their attitude had to be as nice as possible. Now they earn a fixed salary, so when a customer comes, they will pay attention to him if they want to, and won't even raise their eyelids if they don't want to pay attention to him.

But this young man is a cousin of his apprentice, and he knows the identity of Mr. Jin Si. You see, ordinary people may not be afraid of the government or the police, but there are very few who are not afraid of these gangsters. The key is that the government and the police will reason with you, but these gangsters will also reason with you, but they use fists.

The young man's surname was Pei, and his name was Pei San'er. When he saw Mr. Jin Si hurried into the teahouse, he hurried over to greet him, wiping the table and handing him a towel.

"Fourth Master, you're half an hour late today. What's the matter? Did you stay up late playing cards yesterday?"

Fourth Master Jin took the warm towel and wiped his face and neck. It wasn't that he hadn't washed his face in the morning, but he just wanted to look this way.

He took out a wallet from his pocket. It was made of pure cowhide and it was obvious that it was not cheap. He threw it to the boy.

"Didn't you complain the other day about your broken wallet? Yesterday I had someone bring you one back. It's not a valuable thing, so keep it for now. I'll give it to you when I get a better one."

Pei Saner was overjoyed when he saw it. This wallet was obviously high-end. If he took it to a pawn shop, wouldn't it sell for ten or eight yuan? He knew what Mr. Jin did for a living and where this wallet came from.

But what did it matter? Master Jin Si had once given him a gold ring. The old saying was true: people working in carriages, boats, inns, and footmen should be put to death even if they were innocent. It meant that people in these five industries had no sense of right and wrong and only cared about money. For money, they would do anything.

"Thank you, Fourth Master. How can I put it? You love me the most. I have to show my respect to you today. I'll brew you some Biluochun that our manager has hidden away."

Fourth Master Jin knew that Pei San was not telling the truth and was full of nonsense, but he just liked being flattered. Yesterday, his disciples stole more than 30 wallets, and he took one as a favor. Sure enough, Pei San got the benefit and felt very comfortable with the flattery.

Old customers like Mr. Jin Si would not order a la carte, as that would be too cheap. When they come to the teahouse, they usually order the same old three things: sunflower seeds, peanuts, and glutinous rice noodles.

This is a life filled with salty and sweet food, washed down with tea, and listening to storytelling.

The tea was served in a covered bowl. Mr. Jin nodded with satisfaction. This Dongting Biluochun is a treasure among teas. It used to be a tribute for the royal family to drink.

This Biluochun is about one flag and one gun, and it is brewed in a special covered bowl. Once opened, the aroma is fragrant.

Looking at the guests next to them, they all used large teapots. No need to ask, they must be drinking Zhang Yiyuan's Gao Sui. Mr. Jin curled his lips and cursed.

"Poor B!"

Of course, the voice was kept very low. Thieves are very timid and dare not easily conflict with others.

Mr. Jin Si picked up a few sunflower seeds and ate them. He spat out the seeds and skins together. His face darkened and he called Pei San over. Pei San quickly ran over.

"Fourth Master, what are your instructions?"

Mr. Jin Si threw the melon seeds in his hand onto the table and said in a deep voice,

"San'er, these melon seeds are all gone, why haven't the new ones come down yet?"

Pei Saner cursed secretly in his heart. It was the same drama every day. This old man didn't find it annoying. His face was full of smiles. He kept bowing and saluting.

"My dear Fourth Master, the new melon seeds won't be available until mid-October. Right now, our teahouse only has the old ones. To be honest, this year we've suffered a disaster, and the melon seeds have been lost. It's still unclear whether we'll have new melon seeds here.

But don't worry, in half a month, even if there are a pound of new melon seeds, I will save them for you. No one else deserves to eat them except you, right?"

Fourth Master Jin nodded in satisfaction. He was already so old, and he still didn't know when the melon seeds would come out. He just wanted Pei San's two compliments. He felt so good after hearing them...

He was about to speak when he heard someone shouting,

"Master! This is terrible...something terrible has happened!"