Cheng Ke looked at the little man playing the disc for about ten seconds, then he gritted his teeth and walked over.
When I was bending over to pick up the money, someone shouted from behind: "Hey!"
Cheng Ke didn't look back, and when he heard the movement of the engine, he wanted to stab him.
I don't know if it was because he was too focused, he didn't pay attention when a car came over and stopped, and this sound really embarrassed him to the extreme.
This voice is very magnetic, he can hear it, it is the scar from just now.
"Are you really paying for this hundred dollars?" Scar's voice was filled with joy, and if he looked back, he would definitely see the smile on his face.
"Pick it up, hurry up," said Scar. "It's time for someone else to pick it up."
Cheng Ke straightened up and turned around: "Let's leave it to those who need it more."
"Huh?" Scar leaned against the car window and looked at him.
"Go and pick it up," Cheng Ke said, "don't run for nothing."
Scar laughed, touched a cigarette, took it, took out the lighter and lit it with a snap: "There is also a wallet in it, is it yours too?"
Cheng Ke didn't speak.
"I didn't think of you as picking up junk," Scar breathed out a thin puff of smoke, "I've finished picking it up if I talk."
"Give it to me." Cheng Ke said.
"What?" Scar looked at him.
"Lighter." Cheng Ke said.
Scar was stunned for a while, and handed over the lighter in his hand: "It is illegal to burn money, and it's just that one, it's not imposing if it's burned."
Cheng Ke took out the cigarette, lit it, and put the lighter in his pocket.
Scar looked at his pocket.
"Thank you." Cheng Ke nodded to him.
Scar didn't say anything, he touched it in his pocket for a while, and handed over another card: "You are in trouble, young master, this is my business card. If you need help, you can call me."
Cheng Ke stood still.
Scar added: "My name is Jiang Yuduo, just call me the third brother."
Jiang Yuduo? Third brother
Cheng Ke still stood still.
"I rely on you to wink, this is the third brother! This area is the third brother's territory!" The driver of the car leaned over and pointed at him, "The third brother has already said this. , what the hell are you pretending to be cold!"
Territory
Cheng Ke remembered the previous one-on-one match between him and the third brother, a boss who could fight with others and roll over the trash can, returning the territory
Are you in charge of the seven, seven and forty-nine trash cans here? One of them was crushed by the boss himself just now.
Cheng Ke couldn't help but raised his eyes and took a serious look at the third brother named Jiang Yuduo.
He's not wearing a hat now, and he looks like he's only in his early twenties, just an ordinary handsome guy, but the unexplained ruthlessness on his face makes him a little wary, possibly because of the blessing of that knife scar.
"Take it," Jiang Yuduo shook his finger holding the card at him, "it's always right to leave a little bit of retreat in everything."
Cheng Ke hesitated for two seconds and took the card from his hand.
While looking down, Jiang Yuduo closed the car window and drove away.
Cheng Ke glanced at the card, raised his head suddenly, and stared in the direction of the car for a long time.
Isn't this guy mentally ill
He couldn't help but looked down at the card in his hand again.
He has received countless business cards, exquisite, casual, business-style, elite-style, stream-of-consciousness style... This is the first time he has received a cigarette case style.
The "business card" Jiang Yuduo gave him was cut out of a cigarette case, no, it was torn out to be exact, a piece of hard paper.
On it were written three words with a ballpoint pen, Jiang Yuduo.
Below is a phone number.
This grade! This spec!
It looks like the sky, and it is a handy bookkeeping tool for a commissary owner. What's the third brother? Still land? I'm afraid that seventy-seven-forty-nine trash cans account for 20% of the shares!
"Third brother," Chen Qing turned to look at Jiang Yuduo's face while driving, "Are you all right, and you don't rob things, why are you going back this time?"
"Tell me about it," Jiang Yuduo said.
"... What are you looking at?" Chen Qing was puzzled, and nodded after thinking about it, "I'm practising my judgment, I just took a closer look, this person is definitely not picking up junk, and he dresses very well. , also looks like a little..."
"Look at the road." Jiang Yuduo interrupted him.
"Okay." Chen Qing turned his head and stared ahead. When Jiang Yuduo wanted to remind him, he had already driven past the red light.
"I'll give you twenty dollars," Jiang Yuduo frowned, "Can you go and see your brain?"
"Twenty dollars to see what a brain." Chen Qing said.
"You don't even know how to stop at a red light!" Jiang Yuduo slapped him on the back of the head, "Fifteen dollars is enough!"
"Fuck!" Chen Qing shouted, "I didn't pay attention!"
Jiang Yuduo slapped him on the back of the head again: "I'll give you five more for breakfast!"
"It's alright," Chen Qing thought for a while, "The car belongs to Yang Laogui, let him hand it over to him. Anyway, he's getting it every day, and if he violates the rules and regulations, he will be able to open the New Year's card. I don't think I can remember it."
Jiang Yuduo sighed.
"Go back directly?" Chen Qing asked, "I'll take you back and play two laps at your sister's place."
"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.
"Where's the cat?" Chen Qing asked again, "It's not delicious even if it's so small, should it be raised first?"
"How the hell did I grow up with you?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him, "I didn't let you die?"
"We are so strong," Chen Qing laughed. "If you hadn't fished me out of the river that time, I would have died."
Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, turned his head to look out the window.
"That young master just now," Chen Qing said, "do you want to rescue me and get some benefits in the future?"
Jiang Yuduo still didn't speak.
"You're right, anyway, it doesn't look like someone sent you to trouble you," Chen Qing didn't need him to respond, he analyzed himself, "but you didn't ask his name, now What's the situation... why don't I ask a few people to follow me?"
"Why don't you go directly and tell him you have to." Jiang Yuduo turned to look at him.
Chen Qing laughed: "Okay, I understand, it can't be so obvious."
Cheng Ke felt that he didn't know much about life, or to put it in a less face-saving way, it was a waste.
For example, what should I do when I only have 100 yuan and an ID card on me for the time being.
Apart from sitting in a daze in McDonald's, he couldn't think of a second plan.
But it's alright. There are not many people in McDonald's at the moment. There are a few passengers with luggage, three or five students lying on the table and doing questions. No one speaks. It is very clean and warm.
Cheng Ke looked at the cup of coffee in front of him and yawned.
Sleepy.
I have washed my face twice before. The first time was to wash the hole made by Jiang Yuduo, and the second time I felt dizzy from the heating.
Cheng Ke touched the corner of his eye, and there was a big hole. He wasn't too afraid of pain. When he was a child, he fought with Cheng Yi. Cheng Yi used a stool to smash his head and sewed several stitches. He also endured it without saying a word.
But the amazing thing is that until now, he didn't feel the pain on his face now.
This is not a question of whether he can bear the pain, it may be that he was punched out of the face and paralyzed.
Cheng Ke bowed his head and smiled at the coffee, lying on the table.
Or was there something else, other pain, that covered the paltry pain from this paltry cut on the face.
This is the first time Cheng Ke has slept in such a position outside the bedroom, and he has fallen asleep.
Not only fell asleep, but also dreamed.
From the distant memory of my father's words "respectful, cautious, is the meaning of the word ke", until the end of "Jiang Yuduo" written in blue ballpoint pen.
It is said that the dream should be very long. If you want a name, it can be called "My First Half of My Life", but there are many plots in the middle that are ruthlessly cut out because of excessive repetition and meaningless, so I feel that it is over in just a few scenes.
When Cheng Ke opened his eyes, he couldn't help but sigh, if it wasn't for this dream, he would never have imagined that his life of more than 20 years would be so boring.
There were already a lot of people around, who came and went with dinner plates, and when Cheng Ke raised his head, he instantly met several dissatisfied eyes.
He glanced at the time. With such a situation, such an environment, and such a posture, he was able to sleep until eight o'clock in the morning. I don't know if it was an ability.
He got up and left the table, went to the toilet, washed his face and came out still feeling that he was not awake, a little dazed, his steps were floating, and he always had the illusion that he had not fully woken up from that dry and boring dream.
There was no direction to go out the door, there was a small supermarket opposite, he went in, bought a bottle of mouthwash and went back to McDonald's.
In fact, it's enough to just rinse two mouthfuls on the side of the road, but he still wants to distinguish himself from the homeless a little bit.
When I came out again, I felt a lot more awake.
Cheng Ke stood on the side of the road, suddenly the dazedness of last night, and he was stunned for a long time.
He's going to make up a bank card, withdraw money, buy a mobile phone, and make up a number... In fact, he doesn't know how much money he has in his bank card. Anyway, he always has money in it when he uses it, but he really has nothing. Big expenses, just eat a meal and buy two clothes or something.
Cheng Ke suddenly felt a little clueless. What if the fuck happened to be the money to buy two clothes for a meal
No, no, it shouldn't be. Although he is a waste, in the eyes of the whole family, he is not even as good as Cheng Yi's little fingernail, but he still has money.
not so much…
Cheng Ke turned around and wanted to walk towards the intersection, intending to find a bank and ask how to do it first.
Before he could take a step, his shoulder slammed into a person who was approaching.
"You're fucking blind!" the man cursed.
Cheng Ke's "I'm sorry" was smothered in his throat by the words shouting at his ears.
He didn't say a word, didn't look at the man, and walked straight forward.
Before yesterday, this person didn't even think about saying this.
He is not in the mood at all now, he is not in the mood to be cruel, and he is not in the mood to admit his cowardice. He just wants to hurry up and do what he can do first, withdraw money, and buy a mobile phone. He urgently needs...
The right shoulder was hit hard from behind.
a cell phone.
Cheng Ke staggered forward two or three steps before stopping.
When I turned to look back, I realized that there were four people standing behind.
It is estimated that the hangover has not returned, and I can smell a smell similar to the trash can at the back door of the bar from so far away.
Cheng Ke swiped twice on his shoulders, turned back to the side, and made a gesture of going.
As he expected, those few people rushed up, he withdrew his posture, and swiped his right hand back and punched the face of the man in front, causing him to take a few steps to the side before he stood firm.
A very strong man, but also quite capable of beating, Cheng Ke punched his wrists a little sore.
He is not a person who likes to cause trouble. He usually acts in groups with those "unpromising alcoholic and meat friends". If there is any trouble, he does not need to face it alone.
He didn't understand what had happened in the past two days, irritable and unfortunate things followed like a shadow, and he could turn around and step on the thorns.
With this punch, he basically let out his breath.
In the hand-to-hand fight with Jiang Yuduo yesterday, he didn't have the upper hand very much, and there were several injuries on his face. Now this punch is really cool.
But the consequences of this impulsive release of anger have to be borne by oneself. Three out of the four opponents began to dig into their pockets, and no matter what they took out, he might not still be an opponent.
Cheng Ke made a decisive shot in this 0.1 second.
He turned around and ran to the intersection.
There are a lot of people going to work at the moment. After a few steps, the escape route is blocked. He can only change direction and run to a place with a little less people. After all, running away is not his forte. plan to give up.
After running wild for a while, Cheng Ke was very depressed, and he still underestimated the determination of a few people who were not too awake from a hangover to pursue such a trivial matter.
They guessed that it was in this area, and the terrain was quite familiar. When Cheng Ke turned three corners and ran out of a small fork, he actually copied two breads from the front.
"Fuck me?" Cheng Ke was a little out of anger, and when he looked back, he realized that the four of them had split up at some point.
Cheng Ke felt that he was actually a person who was very easy to give up, and any small setbacks could make him suddenly discouraged, so in this situation, there was a moment in his mind that he wanted to stop running, and he really couldn't do it. The idea of giving them a beating.
Fortunately, there is a passage between the two residential buildings three meters ahead.
The last one, give up if you haven't run away in the past.
Cheng Ke gritted his teeth and rushed into the passage.
There are still two buildings on the other side of the passage, and there is a passage of the same style, and he continues to rush in and move forward.
He was stunned when he ran out.
This is the back of several residential buildings, an open small garden in the middle of the street. It is a very ordinary place. It is an ordinary place for walking birds and exercising during the day and dancing in the square at night.
But now it's not very common.
On the edge of the flower bed facing him, a large group of people were either sitting or standing, at least twenty or so at a glance, and the one sitting there with a cigarette in the middle was Jiang Yuduo.
As soon as he rushed out, the group of people all turned their heads and stared at him in unison. He could almost hear these eyes shouting in unison, we are all fucking not good people.
The only difference is Jiang Yuduo, his expression and eyes are very calm, Cheng Ke can see a smile on the corner of his mouth from the very beginning.
In this awkward stalemate, the chasing soldiers behind him arrived.
The one who ran at the front flew forward as soon as he rushed out, Cheng Ke ducked for a while, and the man threw himself in the air.
Jiang Yuduo, who had been sitting still, finally raised his arm and stretched.
A group of people around him seemed to have received an order, and they all rushed over.
Cheng Ke suddenly felt that there were people in front, back, left, right, up, and down, and he couldn't even see which direction they were coming from, but this feeling disappeared quickly, and the four and the group disappeared within a few seconds.
Only he and Jiang Yuduo were left at the scene.
"It's such a coincidence." Jiang Yuduo took the cigarette from his mouth and looked at him with a smile.
Cheng Ke felt that Jiang Yuduo looked more pleasing to the eye during the day than at night, but his face was indeed not suitable for such a kind smile.
He cleared his throat, turned his head and looked at the direction where everyone suddenly disappeared. He could hear someone yelling in the distance. He didn't know if they were fighting or beating.
"They..." Cheng Ke pointed to the direction from which the voice came.
"This piece of thorns," Jiang Yuduo said, "how did you provoke them? Did you turn over the trash can and fight again?"
Cheng Ke looked at him.
"If it weren't for me," Jiang Yuduo pressed the cigarette butt out on the ground, "you can't get out of this place today."
"...Thank you." Cheng Ke hesitated and thanked, although he couldn't tell whether the gang who rushed out just took Jiang Yuduo's order to save him or because they had a personal hatred.
"Didn't you say you can come to me if you are in trouble?" Jiang Yuduo said.
"Oh." Cheng Ke touched his pocket subconsciously, and found that the cigarette case Jiang Yuduo gave him was no longer in his pocket.
"I lost my business card?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"...What do you call that thing?" Cheng Ke couldn't help but ask.
"It's okay," Jiang Yuduo pulled out a flat cigarette case paper from under his butt, "I'll give you another one."
"No," Cheng Ke quickly waved his hand, "really, no, thank you."
Jiang Yuduo looked at him and narrowed his eyes, the expression on his face was a little unpredictable.
"Thank you." Cheng Ke took two steps back, turned and walked quickly towards the road.
He didn't want to know why this person was so keen on tearing cigarette casings for strangers, he only knew that Jiang Yuduo's smile that had been hanging on the corner of his mouth disappeared when he refused to accept the business card again.
Regardless of whether he is really in charge of the trash can, this person is also the boss who has more than 20 people thrown out when he stretches his back. The key is that the more than 20 people are still there, and Cheng Ke doesn't want to get into any more trouble.
Withdraw money, buy a cell phone.
He never imagined that one day he would be so yearning for these two things.
"Tell someone to follow that kid." Jiang Yuduo lit a cigarette and said to Chen Qing, who had just run over.
"Which kid?" Chen Qing asked.
"Your father." Jiang Yuduo frowned.
"Understood, Jaeger-LeCoultre," Chen Qing nodded, "I'll follow, be safe."
Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, and Chen Qing turned around confidently and left.
"On the right." Jiang Yuduo sighed.
"Huh?" Chen Qing turned to look at him.
"Go to the fucking right!" Jiang Yuduo roared and pointed at him, "I'll give you three seconds, after three seconds I'll beat you and foam at the mouth!"
"It just so happens that my car is parked over there..." Chen Qing immediately ran to the right.
Jiang Yuduo sat by the flower bed and finished smoking, got up and left the small garden.
What to eat for breakfast every day is a very worrying thing. Jiang Yuduo likes the morning tea at Tingfu Restaurant on the corner very much, but now the time has passed, and he has been eating for half a month, it is really nothing. Edible.
"Third brother!" Someone called him from behind.
Jiang Yuduo's hand in his pocket subconsciously clenched the knife before turning his head.
"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" A child named Thin Monkey ran over, running quite swiftly, and when the wind was stronger, he could run in place, "Eat together?"
"Soy milk fritters?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him with disgust.
"How can it be, at least it has to be beef with sauce," said Thin Monkey, "Why don't you have meat if you invite the third brother to breakfast!"
Jiang Yuduo followed Thin Monkey into a newly opened breakfast shop next to him. Looking at the pile of food brought by Thin Monkey, he frowned and asked, "Who the hell are you working with at night?"
"No!" Thin Monkey became anxious, "Didn't I listen to you to go to the Internet cafe to work as a waiter! I got paid yesterday! I was thinking of coming to you right now..."
"Understood," Jiang Yuduo picked up the chopsticks, "don't take it any more, your salary is here this month, right?"
"No," Thin Monkey patted his pocket happily, "there's more."
After eating two bites, Jiang Yuduo's cell phone rang, and Chen Qing called.
"Come over for breakfast." Jiang Yuduo answered the phone.
"Jaeger-LeCoultre entered a bank," Chen Qing said, "I talked to the lobby manager for a long time, do you want to withdraw a large sum of money! Do you want to call the two of them over and wait for him to come out... "
"Go buy two buns now and eat first." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Ah?" Chen Qing was stunned.
"Don't eat breakfast to ruin your IQ." Jiang Yuduo hung up the phone.
There is indeed something wrong with this troubled young master. During the battle yesterday, he had already touched all the pockets on this young master's body, and there was nothing but half a pack of cigarettes.
Even if you pick up the hundred yuan, that is, one hundred yuan plus half a pack of cigarettes, and go to the bank like this
Jiang Yuduo frowned, very questionable.