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- Chapter 3 The first shot
When Han Wenqing returned to the car dealership, it was almost five o'clock in the morning. The place where he lives now is a bunkhouse owned by a rickshaw dealer. A large, dilapidated house with drafty walls on all sides; the windows were covered with wooden boards, and cold wind continued to pour into the house.
There were about a dozen rickshaw drivers living in one house, each with a moldy thin quilt. Han Wen was very cold. Seeing that everyone was fast asleep, he meditated and practiced Qigong.
After about an hour, he was covered in hot sweat. The absorbed weather spiritual energy was already running in his body, and it was replaced by mysterious energy soaking in his Dantian. Han Wenqing didn't even bother to take a shower. His body was warm, so the bathing was not so uncomfortable. He was extremely tired from practicing, so he fell down and fell asleep.
It seemed as if I had just fallen asleep when someone kicked me.
Han Wenqing suddenly opened his eyes and saw a thin and shrewd man in his forties standing in front of a dilapidated street shop, shouting: "Get up, it's almost afternoon, don't you need to get out of the car?"
Everyone in Tongpu was gone, only Han Wenqing was left.
This man is the owner of the car dealership. He was wearing a silk gown, holding a cigarette in his hand and smoking, showing his yellowed teeth, urging Han Wenqing to get up quickly and go to work.
Today is cloudy and gray, and Han Wenqing doesn¡¯t know what time it is.
He got up and said hello to the boss.
"Yesterday's share of the money is given first." The boss was not angry and directly extended his hand to Han Wenqing, "The total is 800 yuan."
¡°In addition to robbing that gangster last night, Han Wenqing also made a thousand cash.
He dug into his pocket and gave his share of the money.
The boss¡¯s attitude towards Han Wenqing became better when he saw that he didn¡¯t talk much, worked diligently, and didn¡¯t default on his employees¡¯ money. He warned Han Wenqing: "From now on, we have to leave the car at ten o'clock in the morning, otherwise where will the money come from?"
The coachmen didn¡¯t come back until four or five in the morning, and they had to go out again at ten in the morning. You can sleep five or six hours a day. If you work so hard, you won¡¯t eat well, and you won¡¯t get enough sleep¡.
Han Wenqing didn¡¯t say anything, he just said that he knew.
The boss turned around and went out.
Hanwen washed his face and pulled the rickshaw around the street. Rickshaws are also divided into territories. Their boss has his own territory. Han Wenqing does not need to be ostracized like the person who bought his own car, but he found a team directly.
Seeing him coming, an older coachman said displeasedly: "Xiao Han, go to the other side of the street. Didn't you see that there are four of us waiting here?"
Who says you are not excluded?
Even if you own a car dealership, you still have to fight for business.
Han Wenqing didn¡¯t do any ink, so he pulled the car and left. As a result, he visited the four bosses' areas, but the coachmen squeezed him out and wouldn't let him there.
Han Wenqing thought for a while and went directly to the entrance of Yiwentai Song and Dance Hall.
The Yiwentai Cabaret opens at seven o'clock in the evening. It's only two o'clock in the afternoon, and there are no people waiting at the door. There is no rickshaw driver waiting here at all. Han Wenqing found a secluded corner, stopped the car and took a nap.
He doesn¡¯t have to worry about money now. He robbed nearly two hundred yuan from that fat man last night. He had no idea at the time, but later he heard from Qiongzhi that waiters in dance halls cost five yuan a month. Judging from Qiongzhi's tone, five yuan a month is still a lot.
¡° Then two hundred yuan should be a small fortune.
It¡¯s enough for Han Wenqing to cope with it for a while.
He is just waiting for news about Qiongzhi.
Once he can go to Yiwentai Cabaret to work, he will be able to meet some wealthy bosses. Those rich people believe in fortune-telling, feng shui and so on, so they won't have to worry about it.
As soon as the matter of Yiwentai Cabaret was settled, he returned the car. Therefore, Han Wenqing is not worried about family money or anything. Last night, he consumed too much energy due to practicing. He didn't sleep for long and was woken up by his boss. Han Wenqing didn't sleep well and had no energy. He was terribly sleepy. After parking the car, he half pulled down the shed and lay down to sleep.
As he fell asleep, he dreamed of his new yacht.
It was the beginning of the new century, and he had just bought a yacht. When he was testing the water, he went for a swim, but a wave came over him out of nowhere, knocking him unconscious. When he gets out of the water, how can the sea be as peaceful and leisurely as Singapore Bay? There are cruise ships everywhere and the noise is loud.
In this way, he swam to the Republic of China.
Han Wenqing felt something slippery on his face. He stretched out his hand to touch it and immediately grabbed something soft in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, there was a woman's exclamation.
Han Wenqing woke up immediately.
Opening his eyes, he saw a pair of rich and beautiful eyes like splashed ink looking at him, full of panic. Her fair cheeks are red, and she keeps struggling with something
It was only then that Han Wenqing realized that it was this woman who touched his face just now. And now I am holding on to others' hands and won't let go.
He let go and said, "Qiongzhi, it's you."
The Qiongzhi I saw during the day was even more beautiful than last night. Her eyes are charming and clear, her cheeks are plump and small, her delicate nose and cherry mouth are very cute. The combination of very delicate facial features creates outstanding beauty.
She was wearing a long milky white windbreaker with transparent glass stockings underneath, paired with a pair of bright red high heels, which made her slim figure even more curvy. She wore a pink wide-brimmed hat to match the red shoes.
During the Republic of China, women¡¯s wide-brimmed hats all had a net, which was used to half-cover their face. This was modeled after the British style.
Qiongzhi¡¯s peach-colored wide-brimmed hat also had a face net, but she lifted it up.
In this way, Han Wenqing can see her shyness more clearly.
Qiongzhi was very embarrassed and said after a while: "Youwhy are you sleeping here?"
Han Wenqing said: "There is no business. Doesn't your dance hall only open at seven o'clock in the evening?"
Qiongzhi is speechless. Is that the reason? The rickshaw drivers are always roaming the streets, soliciting customers wherever there is business. Who would sleep on the street corner?
How can a rickshaw driver still expect business to come to his door? Qiongzhi was dumbfounded by Han Wenqing's answer: "You're too lazy! What if you starve to death? People have to walk around to get customers!"
Han Wenqing rolled his eyes: "Silly girl, the cart pullers are also from the Jianghu, and they all have their own territory! Do you think you can go anywhere?"
Qiongzhi was slightly stunned: Silly girl
She has heard many adjectives about her: Dashang|Hai Huangying, a stunning beauty, beautiful and aloof, a natural beauty, but no one has ever called her a silly girl.
Qiongzhi's heart felt as if something had hit her, with inexplicable emotions flowing. At this moment, she suddenly felt palpitations and her face became even more feverish.
Qiongzhi was originally from Shanghai. Her father is a scholar. After my father died, the family became increasingly sad. My mother was in poor health and could no longer survive in the city, so she took her and her brother back to the countryside in Anhui. Later, her mother also fell ill. Qiongzhi was born with a good voice, but singing Huangmei Opera had no future.
She returned to Shanghai alone, gave up her dignity as a scholarly lady, and became a singer. Over the years, she has also been looking forward to a rich young man marrying her. But she never thought that one day she would fall in love with a rickshaw puller!
No, she, Qiongzhi, doesn¡¯t want to live in such embarrassment anymore. She can¡¯t survive by liking her.
Thinking about it, she suppressed her emotions and said to Han Wenqing with a smile: "Stop talking so much. I told the manager that you can go to work in Yiwentai." Then she smiled playfully and said, "I helped you raise your wages. , it¡¯s five yuan a month!¡±
When Han Wenqing heard that it was done, he smiled and said, "Thank you very much. Can I go to work tonight?"
"Of course." Qiongzhi smiled.
Han Wenqing said thank you twice more to Qiongzhi before pulling his car back to the dealership.
When we got back to the dealership, it was almost six o'clock. The nightlife in Shanghai was about to begin, and it was just when their rickshaw business was booming. When the boss saw him coming back, his face suddenly turned bad: "What's going on, Xiao Han? You just had a good day's work. Either you got up late or you were lazy." Pu ran back. Why are you in such a hurry?"
A few days ago, Han Wenqing was living without food and clothing, wandering around.
Although this boss is not a philanthropist, he gave Han Wenqing a start. If the boss had not given him the opportunity to be a coachman, he would not have snatched the self-defense gun and money from that gangster Chen San, nor would he have been able to get to know Qiongzhi, nor would he have had the opportunity to enter the Yiwen Tai Song and Dance Hall.
Although the boss had a bad attitude, Han Wenqing still did not talk back. He smiled and took out two dollars and gave it to the boss: "I want to try my luck somewhere else, and the car will be returned to you."
When you work at a rickshaw company, you are not allowed to leave unless your boss tells you to get out. Han Wenqing gave these two dollars to silence the boss.
Seeing the two dollars, the boss¡¯s eyes lit up, and his voice immediately became very kind: ¡°Xiao Han, it turns out there is a future! What are you going to do?¡±
¡°I met an old friend and went to help him.¡± Han Wenqing explained. This is a disguised form of telling the boss where he got the two yuan: he met an old acquaintance, and if the old acquaintance hired him to help him, he would naturally give him ransom money.
This boss has also been in the world of martial arts. How can he not know the rules? He politely accepted the money and sent Han Wenqing out of the door.
Han Wenqing jogged all the way to the Yiwentai Cabaret in the French Concession.
Not yetBy seven o'clock, the dance hall had not yet opened.
Han Wenqing went around to the back door and told the doorman Qiongzhi's name.
The doorman didn¡¯t ask any questions and let Han Wenqing in. It seemed that Qiongzhi had already said hello.
Yi Wentai¡¯s boss has a very strong background and does not appear here on weekdays. The person who manages Yiwentai Cabaret is a hired manager named Cheng.
Han Wenqing knew the rules very well. After he came in and explained his purpose, someone took him to Manager Cheng's office. Manager Cheng has a broad face and big ears. He is in his forties. He has a cigar in his hand and is wearing a thick green gown. He looks old-school at first glance.
Han Wenqing said immediately: "Master Cheng, my name is Han Wenqing. Just call me Xiaohan. Miss Qiongzhi introduced me. I will do my job well and not let you down."
"Cheng Ye" made Manager Cheng's first impression of Han Wenqing good.
The young man is a little thinner and looks frail, but he is on the right track and has a good eye! Manager Cheng dislikes those young guys the most. He calls him manager whenever they meet. Master Cheng thinks that is disrespectful to him!
Therefore, Mr. Cheng felt that Han Wenqing was good and had a good first impression, so he asked about his background and experience.
Han Wenqing said everything honestly.
Master Cheng saw that he spoke freely, knew the skills of speaking, and was good at observing people's emotions, so he had some confidence in him and told him: "Although all the people who come to our place are distinguished guests, they are also different. Usually he is smart and clever. Do you know who can be offended and who cannot be offended?"
"Yes, Master Cheng." Han Wenqing also sensed Master Cheng's kindness and said hurriedly, "It's not scary to be someone who carries a gun yourself, but you can't afford to offend someone who has a follower with a gun around you!"
Mr. Cheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly. For the first time, he stood up and patted Han Wenqing on the shoulder: "Not bad, not bad. Children can be taught! Good boy, do your best, and Mr. Cheng will not treat you badly in the future."
Han Wenqingdao is.
This is the first shot, right?
Coming out of Mr. Cheng¡¯s office, Han Wenqing breathed a sigh of relief. Finally I know what I can do and what I want to do. Compared with the days when he was wandering on the streets in confusion, he felt that it was a good thing to start from the bottom step by step. ;
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