my old life

Chapter 2433 Mr. Jiang

Mr. Jiang encouraged me to smoke. It was the first time I heard the saying that betel nut and cigarettes have boundless magic power, but I had never tried it before.

I didn't try it in a hurry, because I knew the truth that curiosity killed the cat, and I was also worried about the "stuffing" in the cigarettes.

I am used to smoking my own cigarettes in the arena, because people's hearts are dark and unfathomable, and it is unwise to defy the law by oneself!

Mike lit a cigarette first, his expression was wandering, and he seemed to be enjoying himself.

"Brother, try it too, it's definitely delicious!" Mr. Jiang urged, and he started smoking himself.

I took a puff of cigarettes while eating betel nuts. I felt unprecedented excitement, and I felt as if I was about to fly.

This feeling is very similar to the coolness of mint. It makes people shiver from the inside out. It's so refreshing!
I can't describe this feeling, it's like rolling a bunch of mint leaves, the whole heart is chilly, like a gust of wind is blowing...

"Betel nuts and cigarettes, how do you feel?"

"It's cool, it's really cool!" I couldn't help but raised my thumb, this feeling is so sour, I absolutely don't want to try it a second time in this life!
That's right, I definitely don't want to try it a second time!
"Hahaha! Just as long as you like it, you'll get used to it with time!" Mr. Jiang smiled and showed his big black teeth, hugged left and right and began to rub.

This guy didn't show any shyness at all, and he straightened up in front of Mike and me, just like playing Transformers.

"Let me tell you, if you want to be young, you must drink more fresh milk! Only by playing with women can you live longer!"

Mike smiled and didn't speak, I raised my middle finger to him in my heart, it's really vulgar to open the door for vulgarity, vulgarity is at home!
Although all the gangsters are rough and rough, it is really rare to see such a rude one, and it is definitely the best!

The car drove all the way and didn't know where to go. After smoking, I felt dizzy and felt sick in my stomach. I felt terrible!

I saw Mike's smiling face, he seemed to like the current atmosphere very much, but I always felt that something was wrong...

Ordinarily, Mike should not have met a rough man like Mr. Jiang, let alone be so relaxed and comfortable, which puzzled me a lot.

Mike has different attitudes towards different people. His changes are too fast for me to react, and it is difficult for people to understand his character.

It was dark and the car came to a street, which seemed to be three-story small buildings, and the architectural style was very old.

"Here we are, the most authentic brine shop in Tainan, this one is a branch!" Mr. Jiang introduced and waved us to get off the car.

There are already a lot of colorful shirts waiting to greet you, this feeling is completely different from Mr. Sun's place, it feels like you have entered the world of hooligans.

"Don't get out of the car. It's not good for the neighbors to see. I'll send you chicken in marinade later."

Mr. Jiang didn't let the beauties in the car get out of the car. I didn't expect that a person like him would care about this, which is really surprising.

This lo-mei restaurant does not look high-end, there are many people sitting in the lobby drinking, and there is a smell of lo-mei in the air.

"Mr. Jiang."

"Good evening, Mr. Jiang."

Many people took the initiative to stand up and say hello. It seems that this guy has a bit of prestige, and he should be a local snake entrenched in one side.

"Hahaha, let's eat together, let's eat and drink!"

Mr. Jiang said hello and took him up to the second floor. Unexpectedly, this restaurant is quite large, and the entire second floor is full of private rooms.

"Don't be polite tonight, I invite you to eat the most authentic marinated chicken, let's rub a handful together tonight!"

"OK." Mike readily agreed, I always feel that the grade of this place does not match him.

This kind of place with mixed fish and dragons is very low-grade, and this Mr. Jiang looks so-so, and he doesn't have the feeling of a big boss like Mr. Sun.

After the dishes were served, they were all lo-mei, and there were even marinated tofu and marinated eggs. I don’t know how this guy is used to eating lo-mei...

I didn't expect that there was an audio microphone in the private room. This guy sang K in the dining room, and the howling of ghosts and wolves could be called 'deafening'.

The most important thing is that a group of younger brothers are still applauding. I think it's not easy for them, it's not easy!
After eating, my whole body smelled of brine. I really couldn't stand this, and Mike ate very little.

It was already [-] o'clock in the evening when I left the restaurant, and my ears felt a little numb. I have to say that Mr. Jiang's singing is really terrible!
Some people sing out of tune, some people sing in a broken tone, but this guy's singing is completely out of tune, and he is in a broken tone the whole time...

There is a teahouse next door to this street. Under the leadership of Mr. Jiang, many people came to say hello to play mahjong.

Many guys here have tattoos on their arms, and it looks like a gathering place for unscrupulous elements, which feels like a domestic mahjong parlor.

"Brother Jiang."

"Brother Sheng."

"Brother~"

Many people in the teahouse got up to say hello, even the girl at the bar sweetly called Mr. Brother, but this Mr. Brother was a little hard to understand.

"Mike, what's Mr. Jiang's nickname?" I asked in a low voice, because I've never heard someone call Mr. Jiang such a strange name.

"His name is Mr. Jiang, his surname is Jiang, and Mr. is his first name." Mike explained, and I almost couldn't help laughing.

I thought Mr. Jiang was a respectful name, but I didn't expect him to be called by this name. No wonder many people call him Brother Sheng.

I have to say that his name was so vigorous, it sounds pretty good now, but didn't it feel awkward to be called this name when I was a child?

How awkward would it be to call a teenage kid Mr. Jiang?The most important thing is that the person who gave him this name couldn't be more awkward?

"Ah Sheng." Suddenly someone shouted, and Mr. Jiang immediately walked over.

I looked up and saw an old man with white beard and hair, sitting at the mahjong table and waving, with a few small medicine bottles and water cups beside him.

"Abbot, it's been a long time since you came here, you're still growing strong!"

"Your grandma's door panel, do I look that old? Playing cards all night is a piece of cake, a piece of cake..."

The old man couldn't breathe while he was talking, and several people hurried forward to help him, seeing that he couldn't catch his breath, he had to go to the Palace of Hell to report.

"Hey, hurry up and get the medicine for Uncle, don't come out to fool around when you are old! You guys won a little less money from Uncle, hurry up and take it out!"

"No, the rivers and lakes have their own rules. I've been out here for 50 years, and I've always followed the rules!"

After the old man swallowed the Jiuxin Pill, he looked like an old man. I really learned a lot today!I've seen people pretending to be compared, but I've never seen someone who pretends to be compared at such an age...

"Okay, okay, Uncle, play slowly, and they will send you back later." Mr. Jiang reminded, and the old man continued to compete at the poker table.

To be honest, I have never seen such a big addiction to poker. This old man must be ten years old, and he is very skilled in playing mahjong...

"Oh, Mrs. Ma! Why are you so free to come and play today? Don't you sell marinated chicken?" Mr. Jiang stepped forward to say hello, an old woman about 50 years old.

At first glance, this is a small business owner. He is dressed very ordinary and has an apron next to him. He is playing mahjong with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Sell you a dead ghost, what can be more important than playing cards?" The woman smelled of gunpowder as soon as she opened her mouth, as if she had lost money.

"Yes, you play slowly." Mr. Jiang rubbed his hands, feeling that he fits the atmosphere here, like an old bastard on the street.

There are also many old bastards like this in my hometown in the Northeast. They came out in the early years to make a living, and they are known as know-it-alls.

There were a lot of people playing cards in the whole teahouse. Unexpectedly, there was also a young boy in school uniform, who seemed to be fifteen or sixteen years old at most.

"Little ghost hair! Didn't I say that you are not allowed to come here! Your old bean and old ghost will break your legs, so hurry back and do your homework!"

Mr. Jiang looked like an idiot, but when he turned his head, the boy had fierce eyes, and he was not a good person at first glance.

"Brother Sheng, don't bother me. What homework are you doing during the holidays? I'll be leaving after two laps."

"Be careful that your old man breaks your leg! Let's go up to the second floor." Mr. Jiang turned around and greeted, and Mike signaled him to lead the way.

I thought to myself that this is really a big world with mixed fish and dragons. It seems that playing mahjong has become a national entertainment here, and more importantly, they are all gambling!
(End of this chapter)