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

Chapter 37
"open ah!"

"We agreed to open at 04:30, but it's almost five o'clock now!"

"If you don't open it, you'll get your money back!"

"hurry up!"

In Shek Kip Mei, there is a flower stall surrounded by crowds of citizens waving bills and urging them.

"What's the fuss about? It's not like I can't say anything."

Dawei raised his hand as a signal, and shouted: "Come on, hurry up, hurry up if you haven't bought it."

"You can open it at 04:30 as promised. If you hadn't said you could open calligraphy flowers on the spot, why would we have placed bets at your calligraphy stall? We would have gone to Wang Laoji's calligraphy stall earlier. .”

A man dressed as a coolie pointed at Dawei and shouted loudly.

"Yes."

The citizens surrounding the Zihua stall echoed.

Wang Laoji's Chinese flower stall in Shek Kip Mei only accepts bets one day in advance. The Chinese flower stall in Yau Ma Tei has to wait for the Chinese flower stall to post the drawn flowers the next day. Gamblers who place bets in Shek Kip Mei can only present their receipts. exchange.

Dawei's word flower booth can attract them to place bets, relying on the gimmick of being able to bet on the spot and open word flowers on the spot.

"Hey, you said that this kid is here to steal business from us at a Chinese flower stall, why doesn't Big Brother let us do it?"

"You ask me, how do I know."

"But it's not good to just wait and see. There are only so many customers."

"Why are you panicking! Brother Big Ma will naturally make arrangements."

At the corner not far away, in front of Wang Laoji's flower stall, two young men in short shirts looked coldly at Dawei's stall, talking in low voices.

"Okay, okay, it's time to open."

Dawei looked at the spitting customers all around, shouted, raised the wooden stick at his feet, and pounded the casserole hanging in front of the stall.

"Bah!"

Fragments flew, and a red ball of paper fell out of the broken casserole.

"Give me a moment, give me a moment."

Dawei pushed away the crowd and knelt down to pick up the ball of paper.

Move the time forward by one hour.

Wang Lao Ji stall in Yau Ma Tei.

Ma Shihao, who was wearing a plaid shirt, walked into the stall casually.

"Godfather!"

As soon as he entered the door, he called out to the middle-aged man sitting at the top.

Then he glanced at Brother Ten sitting at the table and curled his lips: "Brother Ten."

Then he came to the chair beside him and sat down.

The man is about fifty years old, with thin cheeks.He sat up, pointed at Ma Shihao and cursed:
"You little bastard, you still know how to come back, are you going to play mahjong again?"

"It's only been eight rounds. What's the fuss?"

Ma Shihao lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and responded casually.

The man snorted coldly and was about to reprimand.The fat man Ma Shaolin walked in with Hong Kong dollars.

"Godfather, this is the money collected from the Zihua stall yesterday."

The man glanced at the money handed over by his godson, and frowned: "Why is it so much less?"

"That's all, godfather." Ma Shaolin responded in a low voice.

The man took the money, pointed at Ma Shihao, and reprimanded him:
"Look at you, you know how to play mahjong all day long. Sooner or later, these Chinese and flower stalls of mine will fail you."

"Godfather, it's not all my fault."

Ma Shihao replied nonchalantly.He stood up and walked to the man's side, and said with a playful smile:

"Everyone knows that eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking is wrong. But godfather, when I gamble, I win and lose. It's not like you who smoke cigarettes and sooner or later you'll be drained!"

When the man heard this, he grabbed the sweat towel beside him, threw it on his face, pointed at him and cursed:
"You little bastard!"

"Daddy, being so angry will hurt your health."

Ma Shihao took off the sweat towel from his face.

Seeing this, Ma Shaolin on the side quickly stepped forward and pulled his brother's arm, scolding him in a low voice: "Ah Hao, please stop being so nagging."

He lowered his body and said to the man: "Godfather, Ah Hao is still ignorant and speaks without covering his face. Don't be angry."

"Oh!"

Brother Ten, who was sitting at the table, saw Ma Shihao's arrogant words. He slapped the table and cursed:
"You little brat, you don't talk big or small. Who asked you to talk to Uncle Ji like that?"

"I'm talking to godfather, you don't need to be so angry, Brother Ten." Ma Shihao leaned forward with a smile.

Brother Ten kept a straight face and didn't give Ma Shihao any good looks.

Instead, he said meaningfully:

"Recently, I found out something. The reason why the Zihua stall's income has been greatly reduced during this period is that someone secretly revealed the answer to the Zihua riddle to the gamblers who placed their bets in advance. But only a few of us know the answer to the Zihua puzzle. It's obvious that he's a family thief, Uncle Ji."

Ma Shihao retorted: "Hey, brother ten, you mean to doubt me."

Brother Ten glanced at him: "I didn't say that, you said it yourself."

The two are fighting against each other!

"That's enough! Do you think I'm dead?"

The man shouted, pointed at the two of them and scolded:

"My own family is having internal strife, and it's all for nothing so that outsiders can laugh at it."

"Uncle Ji." Brother Ten stood up.

The man glared at him fiercely, his expression as iron as stone:

"Ashi, don't say such things in the future. You have been with me for more than ten years, and Shaolin and Ahao were raised by me. How could you do such a thing?"

"Uncle Ji, I."

Brother Ten wanted to continue, but when he saw the man's stern eyes, he opened his mouth, but in the end he said no more.

Several people were silent for a long time.

Ma Shaolin, who had remained calm all this time, cleared his throat and said:
"Godfather, Brother Ten, Zihua stall's business is not doing well. In fact, a large part of the reason is that dog fighting took away the business. What we should do most now is how to attract customers."

"Dog fighting?" The man looked at Ma Shaolin doubtfully.

Ma Shihao on the side quickly took over the words:

"Godfather, other people's dogfights now have special radio broadcasts to explain, and gamblers can know whether they have won or lost just by turning on the radio. Who do you think will come to buy calligraphy?"

The man was taken aback: "Is there such a thing?"

"Godfather, of course you don't know if you don't go out. It's not just dog fighting, do you know that theaters now rely on stripping and dancing to attract customers?"

"According to what you mean, I still need to find two girls to come to Zihua stall."

"cough!"

Ma Shihao choked and coughed, waved his hand and said:

"That's not what I meant. What I meant is that we are out of date. If we don't come up with new tricks to attract customers, Zihua stall will be finished sooner or later."

After hearing what the two brothers said, the man was thoughtful.

Ma Shihao glanced at his godfather imperceptibly, and the corners of his mouth turned up.Then he turned to look at Brother Ten beside him:

"Brother Ten, don't be suspicious of our two brothers all the time, you should visit a few other stalls when you have time.

When we were playing mahjong earlier, one of my brothers told me that there was another flower stall in Shek Kip Mei.You see, others are coming to our territory to grab business. Do you think our business will be good? "

"Which club?" Brother Ten asked in a deep voice.

Ma Shihao shrugged:

"Then I don't know. This kind of thing has always been handled by you, brother ten. How dare I do things for you."

(End of this chapter)