Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

An extremely vigorous young man walked slowly into the teahouse. He stood at the door and took a look inside. The waiter on the first floor's eyes lit up and he hurried to greet him.

"Oh, my dear Brother Feng, you haven't come for a while. When Uncle Ji came yesterday, I asked about you. Uncle Ji said you were busy these two days.

How about it? Or should we go up to the second floor as usual?"

This young man was Wang Laoji's subordinate at Zihuatan, Nie Feng the Quick Knife. He usually accompanied Wang Laoji here to have morning tea. Nifeng didn't notice anything wrong, so he waved.

Across the street, a man was wearing a double-breasted jacket and a straw hat pulled low on his head, so that only the part below his nose could be seen. He was supporting a woman. The woman looked sick and was also wearing a homespun jacket. She was supported by the man and kept breathing heavily. It seemed that she was very ill.

Seeing Nie Feng waving, the man supported the woman and slowly walked towards the teahouse. They didn't notice that there was a man and a woman sitting by the window on the second floor. They had noticed them long ago. When they saw them walking towards the teahouse, the woman gathered her hair and made a gesture.

Everyone in the teahouse reached under the table.

This man is Yu Zecheng, and the sick woman is Mu Wanqiu. As they walked and looked at the surrounding environment, Yu Zecheng whispered.

"The contact will be here in the next two days, Wanqiu, after we get the new address, let's go to the hospital to get some medicine, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

Mu Wanqiu took a few deep breaths and spoke breathlessly.

"Lao Yu, if you find anything wrong later, you must run away first and leave me alone. Even if I get caught, it doesn't matter. After all, they are not going to catch me, so they won't make things difficult for me."

Yu Zecheng stopped talking. He came from the Military Control Commission, so of course he knew that the saying "the wife and children will not be spared from the disaster" was just bullshit in the Military Control Commission. As long as Mu Wanqiu fell into the hands of the enemy, even death would be a luxury.

"Stop talking. If we want to live, we live together. If we want to die, we die together. I, Yu Zecheng, am not someone who is afraid of death."

Mu Wanqiu forced a smile.

"No, you can't die. Sister Cuiping is still waiting for you at home. It's been ten years, and the child is almost ten years old and still hasn't seen his father. Lao Yu, you must go back alive."

When Cuiping was mentioned, a smile appeared on Yu Zecheng's face and his vigilance relaxed.

Nie Feng was walking in front. He was a meticulous person. Otherwise, Wang Laoji would not have entrusted him with the task of protecting people. In the past eight days, he had never stayed in any place for more than three hours. Nie Feng was exhausted.

He couldn't help but drool when he thought of the barbecued pork buns in the teahouse. God knows what kind of life they have been living these days? I hope that after getting the address today and sending the person there, this matter will be over.

When Nie Feng reached the second floor, he was stunned. Why were all the He Liansheng gang members here? Could they be negotiating with someone else? He was from the Chaozhou Gang and had no dealings with the He Liansheng gang, let alone any animosity.

So Nie Feng didn't suspect anything, he turned around and said to Yu Zecheng.

"Mr. Wang, these are all people from Lian Sheng. They're probably waiting in the teahouse to negotiate with others. It's okay, they're talking about their own things. Now that you're here, just grab your things and leave."

Yu Zecheng took a look and saw that these people were indeed gang members. They all wore flowered shirts, revealing tattoos on their arms and chests. These people were definitely not sent by Taiwan.

He nodded and helped Mu Wanqiu to a table near the stairs and sat down. When the waiter Aping saw Nie Feng coming, he greeted him with a smile.

"Brother Feng, you're here? Is it still the same as before?"

Nie Feng smiled and nodded.

"Add two more baskets of barbecued pork buns, two bowls of wonton noodles, and a pot of Tieguanyin."

The waiter agreed and turned around to get a few baskets of barbecued pork buns and a teapot filled with Tieguanyin tea from the counter.

He placed the buns and teapot on the table of Nie Feng and the others, opened the lid of the teapot, and poured water into it.

"Pingzi, is your mother's illness healed?"

The young man smiled and nodded.

"Thanks to Uncle Ji and you for always taking care of us Chaozhou folks..."

The boy pretended to spill water on the table, took the rag from his shoulder, and whispered while wiping it.

"Brother Feng, hurry up, the people from Lianliansheng should be coming to look for you."

Nie Feng was startled. He calmly patted the waiter's arm and signaled him to move away, because it was too late for the waiter to say that. The man and woman sitting at the window had already come to Nie Feng.

The man was in his twenties, wearing a small silk jacket with his hands tucked into his jacket pockets, which looked bulging, as if he was carrying something.

"Nie Feng, be smart and hand him over. For the sake of Old Ghost Wang Laoji, we'll cut off one of your legs and let you go. Otherwise..."

Everyone sitting on the second floor of the teahouse stood up, holding iron chains and machetes in their hands.

At this time, there was movement downstairs. Countless people rushed up the stairs, making the staircase creak.

Nie Feng sat upright on the stool. He picked up a barbecued pork bun and chewed it slowly.

"Liansheng's Double Flower Red Stick, Tiger Cheng Lie, Turkey Wei Ting, I've heard of you, but never seen you. What's the matter? Are you also getting involved in this mess? Mr. Cheng, let me tell you straight up, these two are friends of Dongxing Nan. If you and Liansheng hurt them, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the responsibility."

Wei Ting chuckled and pulled out two machetes from behind her waist.

"Mr. Nie, stop trying to scare us with Guo Yingnan. I've always insisted that if you bring him back, you'll be spared. So we have to bring him back. Stop talking nonsense and hand him over quickly."

"Nie Feng, I'm not trying to make things difficult for you, but do you know why we knew you were here? It was Master Yan Tong who found out you were going to meet at this teahouse, so he contacted us, Lao Ding, and asked us to come and get the person back. Of course, we, Lao Ding, wouldn't refuse Master Yan, so we were sent here. Nie Feng, I'll give you a minute to think about it. Do you want to teach them yourself, or do you want us to do it?"

Nie Feng glanced at the stairs and saw heads swaying in the stairs. It looked like there were quite a lot of people. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He had fallen into someone's trap. It seemed that he couldn't escape even if he grew wings.

The restaurant was very quiet, and everyone was looking at Nie Feng and the other three with their weapons in hand.

Yu Zecheng took out a dagger from his sleeve, ready to fight with these people.

At this moment, a lazy voice came from the corner.

"This barbecue pork bun tastes really good, but it's a little too sweet."

A voice that sounded like both a man and a woman rang out.

"Master Qin, this barbecued pork bun is famous in Mong Kok. Many people get up early in the morning and take the bus to eat..."