Hong Kong Comprehensive: Who said that those who practice martial arts have no money?

Chapter 28 Dawei
The sun slanted to the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled, pulling the low buildings at the foot of the mountain into chaotic silhouettes.

Shek Kip Mei gambling stall.

Dawei's hair was disheveled, and his upper body was wearing a dark undershirt that had been washed and faded. He was leaning against the gaming table with a flushed face.

He fixed his eyes on the dice cup that had stopped shaking, pressed his clenched fists on the gaming table, and murmured unconsciously:
"big big big!"

"Attention! Open!"

As the dice cup was opened, Shao Kouqiang sang: "Three o'clock!"

"Grass!"

Dawei slammed his fist on the edge of the table, cursing in a low voice with an ugly face.

None of the guests gathered around the gaming table glanced at him. They just stared at the Hong Kong paper on the gaming table, some with beaming eyes or gnashing their teeth.

The smelly mouth that rolled the dice was full of red, and he was biting half of a cigarette with his teeth yellowed by smoke.

He looked at the group of gamblers in front of him with a smile, put the dice cup that had been shaken again on the table, and shouted loudly:

"Come on, come on, keep going. I'm done buying it!"

Seeing everyone placing bets one after another, Shoukouqiang laughed loudly and was about to uncover the dice cup.

At this time, Dawei with red eyes shouted loudly:

"Wait, wait, this is crushing me."

"Want to pressure? Then take money!"

Chukouqiang withdrew his smile, glanced at him sideways, and spit the cigarette butt he was biting on the ground.

Dawei gritted his teeth: "Brother Qiang, lend me another 100 yuan."

Shoukouqiang leaned forward, stretched out his right hand across the table, and pushed against Dawei.

"Are you still borrowing? Just to let you know, you have already borrowed 300 yuan from me all afternoon."

Dawei was pushed back and staggered back, nearly falling down.

But he just laughed along with her.

"Brother Qiang, lend me a little more. If you win, I'll return it to you."

Smelly spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and said impatiently:
"Repay my old mother! You are a coolie, and you can earn at most sixty a month. How can you pay me back? Huh?"

He has been running a gambling stall in Shek Kip Mei for many years.

Choukouqiang knew very well that for a coolie like Dawei, it would be enough to borrow 300 yuan.

In this way, he can still collect some interest every month.

Even if you really don’t have the money to pay back, you can still get your money back with profits if you go to the boxing ring and fight a few times.

Borrow again?
After the interest is compounded, the result is not the same.

He runs a gambling stall, not a charity hall!

"Also, don't say I didn't remind you. The rules of our gambling stall are to leave at nine and return at ten. After one month, if you don't have the money to pay back, I will send you to the boxing ring in Longcheng to pay off your debt."

After finishing speaking, Shoukouqiang lit another cigarette.

Looking up and seeing Dawei still looking at him eagerly, he couldn't help but stare:
"Why are you standing here if you have no money, why don't you get out of here! You are so stupid!"

Dawei turned a deaf ear to the foul-mouthed abuse, he just glanced at the gambling table with some unwillingness, and then walked outside in embarrassment.

Out of the gambling stall.

The noisy cries of vendors in the village reached my ears.

Dawei stood at the door for a long time.

The mind that had been dazzled by winning or losing before sobered up a lot.

Thinking that I not only lost the only 20 yuan that I and my brother had in the afternoon, but also took 300 yuan from the gambling stall.

He couldn't help squatting on the ground with his head in his hands.

300 yuan is expensive.

After one month, I have to pay back 390 yuan.

Where did he get so much money to pay back.

It's hard to pay back the interest on the little money you earn at the dock.

Thinking of this, he immediately regretted it.

After dawdling for a while, Dawei stood up and walked towards the wooden house in a daze.

"elder brother!"

After walking a few steps, Xiwei's voice suddenly came from behind him.

Turning around, he looked at the three people oncoming.

Dawei could only brace himself and smile:
"Brother Hao, are you done?"

"Ah."

Wu Shihao nodded, and glanced at the gambling stall not far away: "You won't go to the gambling stall again, will you?"

Dawei pretended that nothing happened and responded with a smile:

"Brother Hao, you know, I don't have any money on me, how can I get into a gambling stall?"

Only then did Wu Shihao feel relieved, and patted him on the shoulder:

"I heard from Xiwei that you are a little unwell. Are you feeling better now?"

"I'm feeling much better now. I must have eaten something bad at noon." An unnatural look flashed across Dawei's face.

"That's all right. Let's go."

Wu Shihao didn't suspect him, but just pulled him forward.

"Dawei, didn't you want to eat roast goose two days ago? Brother Shui gave me a commission today, and we just happened to buy a roast goose to fill our stomachs."

"How much did you pay?" David's eyes lit up.

Wu Shihao smiled broadly: "It's a full 100 yuan."

"Oh." Dawei was subconsciously disappointed.

"Is it too little?"

Seeing his expression, Wu Shihao punched him on the shoulder with a serious expression:

"Even if we don't give money, we should help. What's more, just to run errands and grind your mouth, the three people's commissions are only [-], which is more than enough."

After hearing the words, Dawei came to his senses and quickly explained:

"No way, Brother Hao, how can I think it's too little?"

Seeing Dawei say this, Wu Shihao's face looked a little better.

After taking two steps, he turned around and told his brother:

"You have to remember that you can't be ungrateful. Don't forget that when we first came to Hong Kong Island, we didn't have a meal for three days and almost starved to death.

Without the care of An and Brother Shui, how could we have food and a house to live in? "

"understood."

After walking for a while, the four of them stopped in front of a roast goose stall on the roadside.

Wu Shihao looked at the golden roasted geese hanging on the rack.

Pointing to the fattest one:

"Boss, help me cut this roast goose into pieces and pack it up."

"ten bucks."

"Give."

Sitting in front of the roast goose stall, the shirtless stall owner with a greasy face waited for the money before getting up to take down the roast goose hanging from the shelf.

"Wait a minute."

As he said that, he took the forging knife inserted into the chopping board and started to divide it into pieces quickly.

Xi Wei just glanced at the stall owner who was busy, and was attracted by the stalls surrounded by people in the corner.

"Brother Hao, look at the Chinese flower stall over there. With so many people buying it, how much money do you make in a day?"

"Don't look at it. We don't do calligraphy. Why should we care about that?"

Wu Shihao glanced at it and quickly looked away.

Calligraphy was once popular in Guangdong, Guangxi, Tianjin and other places.

As a Chaoshan native, Wu Shihao is naturally familiar with this.

He is also clear about cheating.

If he hadn't met Li An, if he saw that Zihua stalls were so popular, he might find a way to open a Zihua stall to make money.

But now, Li An not only helped him find a job at the dock, but also arranged for him a job that made money.

Then there is no need to take the risk of competing with the association to get involved in the Zihua stall.

After all, as Ang Lee said, there are plenty of opportunities to make money.

It can be said that the speaker has no intention, but the listener has the heart.

Dawei on the side was staring at Zihua not far away, thinking about something inexplicably.

(End of this chapter)