innocent year

Early the next morning, Hua Jiahui drove people to Mount Taiping.He walked up the mountain and told the young people around him which businessmen or celebrities were holding these properties worth hundreds of millions.

Qiushi remembers that when he left Beijing three years ago, the local housing prices hovered around 5000 yuan, and only very good locations would sell for [-] yuan.But this has caused most people, including Xu Minghai, to complain.

"After all, this is the only place in Hong Kong where you can overlook the entire Victoria Harbor and Central." Hua Jiahui raised his hand and joked, "How is it? Ah Qiu, did you suddenly have a goal? Come, pick a building Make your own dream house!"

But Qiushi looked at the avant-garde top mansions outside the window, but he was not envious in his heart.

In fact, he already had his own dream house—the fifth floor of an unfinished building.Here, he can briefly allow "Aqiu" to be a "fruit" again, and then build up a small world with Xu Minghai little by little.From the kitchen to the bathroom, to the living room, the study, and the bedroom, every corner is imagined in every detail and is extremely realistic.

The most comfortable place in the house is in front of the French windows on the balcony.At night, as long as the curtains are opened, the two of them can see the sky full of stars and the quiet White Tower not far away.Guozi believes that such a night view must be a hundred times more beautiful than the gorgeous Victoria Harbour.

When the car arrived at Zheng's residence, the electric iron gate slowly opened, and Hua Jiahui drove the car in.

Compared with other luxury properties, although this unit looks simple and low-key, the courtyard is quite deep.As soon as the car stopped, a butler-like figure greeted him politely.After Hua Jiahui explained his purpose, the two were invited in.

The villa has plenty of sunlight and light, and the furniture is light and simple in color.After the butler asked the servant to pour tea for them, the people disappeared.From Qiu Shi's point of view, all this has the tone of an old-fashioned Hong Kong movie.

"Zheng Ziliang's uncle is willing to help him pay back the money?" Qiu Shi asked in a low voice before the legendary mysterious old man showed up.

Hua Jiahui replied: "As far as I know, Zheng Hongzhuo is a lonely old man with no children. Therefore, if Zheng Ziliang loses his family, at least it is the blood left by his brother, and he will not really let that poor boy die. What's more, since Zheng Hongzhuo is willing to see Let's, I'm [-]% sure."

"What about the remaining [-]%?"

Hua Jiahui shrugged: "Maybe he was too boring living alone, so he asked someone to come over and scold him, and live a parental addiction."

Qiu Shi: "..."

The two were whispering to each other when the butler reappeared pushing the wheelchair.

The old man sitting on it seemed to be an octogenarian.But there are still three thousand nails in the so-called ship rotten, and it can still be judged from the bone statue that he was handsome and extraordinary when he was young.Especially the bridge of the nose is much higher than that of ordinary oriental people, and the lips are very thin, with a ruthless look.

Hua Jiahui greeted him respectfully.

The old man's sharp eyes pierced the drooping eyelids, and Qiu Shi seemed to see two clusters of brown-green light.

"This little bastard, Leung, hasn't been hacked to death in Macau yet? God is so disrespectful."

Qiushi was taken aback on the spot.What surprised him wasn't that Zheng Hongzhuo was straight to the point and unceremonious, but that the other party actually spoke Mandarin, and there was an overemphasis on the correctness of words in his tone.It sounds like someone is deliberately imitating someone.

Hua Jiahui had no choice but to speak Mandarin to him: "Zheng Sheng, I am a Junket Operator, a service industry, not a gangster society. I came to bother you today, and I just want to ask Zheng Sheng to give me a way. After all, Leung owes Lisboa The VIP room was worth 100 million, and he dragged me for three in private, and lost 300 million. Now he is hiding and seeing no one, he broke the rules."

"Rules?" The old man sneered, "You know that Leung is bad at gambling and you keep signing codes to him. You just want to transform a living person into a water pump to suck the bones. Now, you two are worth a thousand dollars. Junket Operator You actually have the face to enter the room and tell me the rules by standing in Zheng Hongzhuo's place? It's really a hand in front of the front door—what a big shelf!"

Qiushi sighed in his heart, and he was really caught by brother Jiahui.The old man conserved his energy for the purpose of teaching them lessons and teaching them how to behave.

As a unique gaming intermediary operation mode in Macau, the stacking system is undeniably a "double-edged sword".It not only promotes and promotes the development of the entire local gaming industry; on the other hand, it is an industry that "takes advantage of his illness and kills him", which clearly uses the greed in human nature to make profits, thus deriving various kinds of gambling. kind of question.

But Qiushi is too old to see things only from black and white perspectives.He understands that most people in this world actually live in shades of gray.And Hua Jiahui has followed the numbers from the pickpockets* at the pier, and then to Junket Operator, and now he has officially become a shareholder of the VIP room. Needless to say, the process in between is full of blood and tears.

And this old man can sit here and scold people loudly today because he was lucky enough not to be born in the womb of a mother who is a "Dazhai girl".Why does he pretend to be God and point fingers at others?

Qiu Shi was out of breath, and interrupted the other party: "Zheng Sheng..."

Zheng Hongzhuo frowned suddenly, and at the same time said harshly: "Why, did you hurt little Junket Operator's self-esteem?"

"No," Qiu Shi smiled, "I just want to remind you that "entering the hall" as a predicate, object, and attributive is generally used to praise others, and it is a compliment.The original meaning is to go to the hall first and then enter the inner room. It is used to describe knowledge or a certain skill from shallow to deep, so as to reach a very high level.From "The Analects of Confucius Advanced". "

Zheng Hongzhuo: "..."

"If you want to use it to make a sentence," Qiu Shi said tirelessly, "it can be said: You two Junket Operators are far from being able to collect debts, and Zheng Hongzhuo who came to see me is simply offering incense to the Temple of the Medicine King—asking for it Bitter."

Hua Jiahui hurriedly coughed, and smoothed things over with a smile: "Zheng Sheng, I'm sorry. Young people are not sensible."

Zheng Hongzhuo didn't speak, he looked up and down Qiushi with a gloomy face for a moment, and then asked inappropriately, "He's from Beijing?"

Qiu Shi nodded.

"People from Beijing... why would they go to Macau to do this job?" Zheng Hongzhuo changed his identity and became the director of human resources.

Hua Jiahui quickly answered on his behalf: "Aqiu is the son of my old friend, and he is studying in Macau. He is just accompanying me today, please forgive me."

"You," Zheng Hongzhuo raised his hand tremblingly to call Qiu Shi, "come here, get closer to me."

Qiu Shi glanced at Hua Jiahui, saw the other party nodding helplessly, and walked over, then straightened his body, and stood in front of Zheng Hongzhuo without being humble or overbearing.

"Speak more authentic Beijing dialect to me." The old man ordered.

Because this request was too inexplicable, Qiu Shi couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.

Hua Jiahui said: "Zheng Sheng, he..."

"If you open your mouth again, you won't even get a dime from Zheng's pocket." The old man threatened viciously.

The situation was stronger than others, and Hua Jiahui simply and neatly made a movement of zipping his mouth.

Zheng Hongzhuo squinted at Qiushi: "Why, do you want to go to the hall first and then enter the inner room?" "

Qiushi wants to help Hua Jiahui, but he can't come up and recite a poem to the old man I love Beijing ***, the sun rises on ***, right?

"Stories, dialects and colloquialisms, even swear words are fine." Zheng Hongzhuo didn't pick anything.

What jingles, witticisms, and all kinds of strange little stories are completely the specialty of Xu Minghai.Qiushi was forced to think of that person at such a time, and her heart felt sour.

"When I was young, I heard a story from the chatterbox of the old man at home. It was about Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty. If you are interested, I will tell you now."

Zheng Hongzhuo froze for a moment, then nodded slowly: "Okay, tell me."

"... Let's just say that Zhu Yuanzhang ran away alone. After running for two or three hundred miles, he fainted at the gate of a ruined temple. After a while, two beggars came. These two beggars Let’s go to the gate of this temple and have a look: why is there a person lying here? Then look at the appearance of this person: a long head, a big long jaw, like a live donkey..."

Qiushi couldn't help recalling that winter afternoon in the courtyard.

On the same day, Xu Minghai slapped his mouth severely after being discovered by Li Yandong because he secretly handed down the New Year's money to buy cakes.Later, Lord Jiu used boiled eggs to heal Xu Minghai's injuries.They got together, one old and two young, and what they listened to was this stand-up reinterpreted by Master Liu Baorui.

It's just that I didn't expect that the next day, I really ate the first birthday cake in my life and drank the high-end Nescafe coffee.He laughed very happily, and then he heard Master Jiu say: "Duo Le in the future, first deceive yourself, and this life will not be bitter."

It seems that Qiu Shi didn't have a deeper understanding of these words until now.Young people look at the riddles, and old people look at the answers.And the most lovely and precious thing about Master Jiu is that he clearly knows the truth of life, but he still doesn't hesitate to show the most optimistic and open attitude to get along with him.

After the story was told, a thin layer of mist had accumulated in Qiushi's eyes.He suddenly no longer hated this unreasonable and weird rich man in front of him.He is not Hua Jiahui, who does not understand the hardships of Junket Operator in a game of gambling with clients; and he is not him, who does not understand the loneliness of growing old day by day alone in a magnificent mansion.

Once, Master Jiu used this joke to coax him and Xu Minghai.So let him coax the old man in front of him today.

Qiushi's straight figure softened.He squatted down, looked up at the curly-haired man in the wheelchair and patiently explained: "Zheng Sheng, what I just said was a joke in traditional stand-up comedy called..."

"Pearl, Emerald and White Jade Soup." Zheng Hongzhuo took over the words.