The canteen is an old name, and now it is basically upgraded and renamed as an internal restaurant.
The fat man seemed to be a small boss in the restaurant. He drove all the way to the back of a not-so-high building, and drove into a large yard. Immediately, a young man in a white coat came over to help carry the vegetables.
The fat man yelled twice, stood aside and pointed a few words, then pulled me and took Ni Duoduo inside.
"That's the restaurant. The first floor is the big cafeteria. Basically, I don't need to worry about it. Anyway, the big pot meals have no technical content." I noticed that the fat man walked for a little longer, and it seemed that some of his left legs were slightly limping. Not so neat anymore. As he walked in front, he rubbed his left thigh vigorously, and said lightly: "Upstairs is a small restaurant, and the standard inside is not lower than that of a big hotel. Only those with a high level can enter, and they also entertain guests from other units. They are also divided according to grades. The top floor is a small banquet hall, which is only opened during the Chinese New Year, or when the superiors come, and I personally hold the spoon." He said with a smile: "You come from the north Yes, I don’t know, Cantonese people love to eat and dare to eat, which is well-known throughout the country.”
Next to the restaurant building attached to it is a small courtyard with a single door, a row of small buildings, the courtyard door is not locked, the fat man led us in, and went directly to the second floor.
"This is where I live. Usually no one comes here on the second floor. The first floor is where other people live in my restaurant. It's pretty safe here." The fat man looked at me: "Don't worry, I can't guarantee that your enemy will Whether it has something to do with Bai Dao, but even if they have a relationship and a way, it is impossible to go inside the Public Security Bureau to investigate."
After leading us into a door, I realized that the place where the fat man lives is very large, fully opening up the three surrounding houses. Each of the three big houses is as big as a primary school classroom. After entering the door, the fat man pointed to an old-fashioned nylon sofa: "Sit down!" Then he pointed to Ni Duoduo: "Girl, there is still you."
Then he went to the side, found a small bottle in the drawer of the cabinet and threw it towards me, as soon as I caught it, I heard him say: "This is a wound medicine, the real Yunnan Baiyao, much better than yours. You bought it in a pharmacy, it’s a batch product, it’s not as good as mine.”
He looked at Ni Duoduo's hand: "Young people should take good care of your body. Don't think that it's okay to get some injuries. It's because you are young and hard. When you get old in the future, you will suffer!" He glanced at me: " Did you hurt your leg?"
I was stunned for a moment: "It's a little bit, I fell when I was escaping from Nanjing the day before yesterday, and my knee hurt."
The fat man nodded: "I saw that when you were walking, that leg seemed to move unnaturally. I'll give you a bottle of medicinal wine, and you can fix it yourself later."
He sighed, walked into an inner room, and after a while, took out a porcelain bottle and handed it to me.
"There are three houses here. I use the outer one as the living room, the inner two, and the innermost one. I live in it myself. If you have nothing to do, don't go in! The other one is for you to live in. Let's rest here first." The fat man then Poured two glasses of water and put it down.
I first changed the medicine on Ni Duoduo's hands. Then I rolled up my pants and checked my knees for the previous two days.
A large piece of bruise has not dissipated, it was only purple at first, but today it looks purple and blue. Still slightly swollen.
The fat man took a look and frowned: "Why are you so careless..." He walked to me and took the medicinal wine bottle in my hand: "Let me fix it for you." Then he looked up at me: "It may hurt a little, You bear with it."
He carefully poured some medicinal wine on the palm of his hand. It was a pale yellow liquid with a strong smell of medicine mixed with a hint of alcohol. It smelled faintly sweet in his nose...
Snapped!
The fat man rubbed his palms together a few times, the palms turned red, and then slapped my knee. I grinned in pain on the spot.
The two of his have short and thick finger joints, and the palms are full of calluses. The palms are hard and thick. They rubbed vigorously on my knees, and kept adding some medicinal wine.
"The medicine needs to be rubbed evenly, and it can be distributed under the skin by rubbing hard." The fat man didn't look at the faint pained expression on my face: "My medicinal wine is so precious, you have money and have no place to buy it in the market. "
After rubbing for a long time, I almost didn't rub off a layer of skin on my knees, but it was much more comfortable. It felt like a fire was burning on my knees, a burst of heat.
"Okay! My treasure is precious, use a little less." The fat man stood up with a smile, took the bottle and walked away, fetched another basin of water and the two of us washed the smell of medicinal wine from our hands.
Afterwards, the fat man asked Ni Duoduo to rest in the inner room. I saw that his face seemed to have something to say to me, so I motioned Ni Duoduo to go in first... Now the little girl is very dependent on me. If I don't speak, she won't at all Half a step away from me.
The fat man got up and closed the door of the inner room, then turned around and came back to sit in front of me, stood up and unhurriedly found out the tea leaves, brewed two cups of strong tea and put them in front of him. He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, he finished all this slowly, still looking at me with a smile in his eyes: "Although I have been here for many years, I am still not used to the Cantonese Kung Fu tea, so I like to drink it in a tea mug. "
I politely said thank you, and then took out the last half pack of "God of War" cigarettes.
The fat man's eyes lit up, and he glanced at me: "You still have this?" He honestly took out a cigarette from my cigarette case and lit it, he took a puff leisurely, pondered it for a while, and then sighed: "Okay, Chen Yang, I know you are full of doubts now, you can ask slowly, I will tell you what I know, and you can't ask what I don't know, or what I can't tell."
"How does brother Huan plan to arrange for us?" I said slowly, my voice a little low.
"First, Ye Huan is not my boss, and I have no direct relationship with him. So I don't know how he arranges you, and I can't control that much." The fat man said lightly: "Second, I think he is also very There is no way."
I laughed, but it was a helpless smile: "I know, brother Huan can't help it. This time the disaster was too big."
"I don't have much friendship with Ye Huan, and it's purely for Jin He's face to help you. You may have guessed that Jin He and I are old comrades in arms. We crawled out of the dead together. If it wasn't He carried me on his back for a whole night, and I'm afraid I've already thrown my life in that mountain depression." The fat man smiled lightly, and there was another hint of indifference between his brows.
"Then, when can I see Brother Huan or Jin He?" I looked at him: "When I called you that day, didn't you say that as long as I arrive in Guangzhou within two days, you can arrange for us Is there a way out?"
The fat man shook his head: "Jin He told me to pass it to you. When I went to pick you up in the morning, I already talked to Jin He on the phone. He will come to see you soon. As for me... I am only responsible for bringing you to me. Here." He glanced at me: "At least I'm safe here."
I didn't say anything, I felt a little empty in my heart, it seems that I have to wait until I meet Brother Huan or Jin He.
The fat man looked at me with interest. He stared at me for a long time, and suddenly said in a strange tone: "Actually, I admire you... Do you know how much trouble you have caused this time?"
I smiled wryly and didn't speak.
The fat man seemed to be addicted to cigarettes. After smoking one, he immediately lit another, and then stared at me: "Ye Huan has a deep background. I didn't like to deal with him at first. That boy Jin He was stubborn because Ye Huan Huan saved his life, and now he sold himself to others. He doesn't understand! In this world, except for the kindness from his mother and father, no other kindness is worth paying with his life! He's such a stubborn guy."
Taking another deep puff of the cigarette, the fat man continued, "Others don't know Ye Huan's background, so I don't know? Hmph... That kid went south with thousands of dollars to pan for gold. Why didn't he do anything? You're young, don't you?" Experienced that era, that era, the courageous ones, dared to cross the border with a bag of gold on their backs, smuggled back and forth, as long as you survived and came back alive, you can make a lot of money! That guy Ye Huan is lucky, a few times He was rescued by Jin He. He also wanted to ask me to go out to work together. I was too lazy to move. I don’t want to go through the days of getting up early and begging for my life. But many old people I know still go in to make a living. ... Alas, Qinghong Qinghong, once this black character is stained, it will be memorized for a lifetime. Jin He is stubborn, he can't persuade you to come back..." He smiled wryly, rubbed his big nose, looked at me, With cold eyes: "Boy, to be honest, I admire you a lot. Do I know that you offended a big boss of the 'Qinghong Family Management'! You beat his only son into a eunuch... Fuck, You brat has grown hair on your guts!"
"Qing Hong?" I was stunned.
"Damn it." The fat man scolded with a smile: "You're a kid who messed around with Ye Huan, Qing Hong didn't even know... But I don't blame you, those little gangsters on the street now think they are gangsters Actually, how many people know the word Qinghong! Do you think that if you dare to take it out and hack people to collect protection money, you will be called a gangster? It's far from it!"
I frowned: "I've heard of Qinghong, right? It's the Qing Gang and Hong Gang. The old man often mentioned these things, but that's all the old calendar..."
"Old fart!" The fat man continued to smoke: "Qinghong has been handed down from the Qing Dynasty hundreds of years ago. You probably watched too many Hong Kong movies and thought those little bewitched boys were called gangsters? Let me tell you, almost Far away! Those are just street gangsters, not even the ninth class! The entire underworld in Hong Kong is just a small branch of the Hongmen Hongmen in China, which is also called the underworld? "