Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 5

With a rag pinned to his waist and his lame right trousers in one hand, Mark jumped a few quick steps and came to a black Mercedes.

He took out a bottle of spray for cleaning the car, sprayed it on the glass a few times with a blank face, pulled out a rag from his waist, and wiped it.

Feinan glanced at Song Zihao, but saw that his lips were trembling slightly.

Song Zihao moved, as if he was about to step forward, but suddenly stopped.

Feinan looked at the gate of Xiangfeng Building, and saw a group of more than a dozen men in suits walking out of it.

The thin men surrounded in the center were wearing a white wool trench coat and sunglasses, striding like a star, full of style.

Song Zihao's face immediately changed, and then he looked at Mark, as if he understood something.

Mark finished wiping the car, put the rag over his shoulder, and walked towards the door.

Seeing the man in the white trench coat approaching, he quickened his pace, but he couldn't run, so he could only jump to the door with a strange gesture and opened it.

The man in the white windbreaker walked to the car, took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, counted out a few, and threw them on the ground: "Take it for lunch."

Mark murmured a "thank you" and closed the car door for him.

Putting the rag on his shoulders and watching the car drive away, a look of shame, resentment and humiliation finally appeared on Mark's face, but it was only fleeting.

He bent down and stretched his right foot forward with difficulty, picked up some money on the ground, lowered his head and walked slowly towards the back of the building.

"Brother Hao..." Feinan yelled in a low voice, and he noticed that Song Zihao's fingers holding the Coke bottle were already turning white.

The corners of his cheeks twitched, and Song Zihao waved his hands to indicate that he was fine. He gave Feinan the soda bottle, and then followed.

Feinan hurriedly returned the soda bottle to the soda stall owner and followed.

Mark came to the back of the building, where there was a booth selling packed lunches for porters.

He bought a box lunch at the booth and went back to the lobby of the building.

After seeing him, the security guard in the front hall urged loudly: "Hurry up! Otherwise, some customers will slip and fall!"

Mark came to the column, took the mop and mopped the last piece of land dry, then pushed the cleaning cart and took the elevator down to the parking lot.

Song Zihao followed him all the time, watching him from a distance.

Mark put the cleaning cart back to the place where the sundries were piled up, sat down on the spot, picked up the lunch box, and ate it.

Song Zihao finally couldn't hold it anymore, he walked up to Mark slowly, and called out, "Mark!"

Mark looked up at him in astonishment, and was also stunned.

"Why didn't you say that in the letter you wrote to me?" Song Zihao looked at him and said.

Mark avoided his eyes, subconsciously wiped off the rice grains from the corner of his mouth, chewed twice, and suddenly his eyes were red.

He turned around, trying to force a smile, but was disturbed by excitement.

He slowly stretched out his right hand.

Song Zihao grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the chair.

Mark hugged him hard, the tears couldn't be suppressed anymore, streaming down his face.

Song Zihao also hugged him hard and patted his back.

After a moment, the two separated, Mark still clutching his clothes tightly, looking at him with emotion.

Song Zihao said with red eyes: "Mark, even if I break my legs, I can't repay you!"

Mark shook his head, patted his arms, and said, "It's my own bad luck, it's none of your business."

Holding his hands and looking him up and down, Mark said with emotion, "I'm so happy to see you again! I haven't seen you for so long, but you're still so handsome!"

With a wry smile, Song Zihao looked at him and said seriously: "Mark, this is no longer your world, why are you still here?"

Mark's smile gradually disappeared. He stared at Song Zihao for a long while before saying, "I've been waiting for you for three years...three years!"

He roared, his eyes full of anger and hope.

"We can start all over again."

Song Zihao stared at him with complicated eyes, heaved a long sigh, grabbed his hand, and shook his head slowly but firmly.

Mark's eyes instantly became extremely disappointed. He pushed away Song Zihao's hand, walked aside, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and said wearily, "Don't worry about me, just look at your brother...call him Don't stare at Ah Cheng, something will happen sooner or later."

After lighting the cigarette, he took a puff and said, "You are brothers after all."

"Brother Hao." Fei Nan came from a distance and called out.

Mark looked at him, and Song Zihao introduced, "Mark, I'm working in the United Taxi Company. This is my colleague Anan. Anan, this is my best brother, Mark."

"Brother Mark, hello." Feinan offered to extend his hand.

Mark glanced at him, but still reached out to shake his hand.

Mark was looking at Feinan, and Feinan was also looking at him.

This is Brother Ma?Feinan's eyes were burning.

Mark is not as handsome as Chow Yun-fat in the movie, a little rough, but more masculine.

He was tall, with a pair of deep and bright eyes, and when he stared at people, he was not angry and pretentious, showing his sharpness.

His palm was also broad and strong, and it hurt Feinan a little when he shook hands.

Song Zihao held Mark's shoulder and said, "Mark, don't stay in the company to work anymore. I'll take you to Uncle Jian, and he will arrange a job for you."

"What job? Continue to clean the car?" Mark shook his head wearily: "You don't care about me, I won't leave."

Song Zihao looked at him, wanted to persuade him but couldn't open his mouth.

Feinan suddenly opened his mouth. He looked at Mark, then at Song Zihao, and said, "Actually, Uncle Jian's business is very good. I read in the newspaper that the government will start to control the number of taxis in Hong Kong in the next few years." , In this way, the value of taxi license plates will definitely increase in the future, and maybe a red plate can be sold for hundreds of thousands.”

Mark laughed and said, "What? A license plate for a building?"

Song Zihao obviously didn't believe it, but he followed Feinan's words and said, "Mark, as long as you want to do it, you can make a living in any line of work. Listen to me, stop!"

Mark just slumped and smoked without saying a word.

Seeing him like this, Song Zihao could only give up.

"Let's talk about something happy!" Song Zihao smiled and said, "I'm treating guests tonight, how about we have a few drinks?"

Mark looked at him, then at Feinan, and nodded.

"Okay!" Song Zihao squeezed his shoulders hard: "I'll come pick you up after get off work!"

After that, he walked out with Feinan.

Following Song Zihao, Feinan turned to look at Mark. He was leaning against the shadow behind the pillar, and the cigarette butt flickered on and off.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Feinan really didn't want to watch him die.

If you can, find a way to save his life!

Outside the building, Song Zihao turned around and said to Feinan, "A'nan, you go back and tell them, just say that I'm treating guests tonight, and we're going to drink."

"it is good."

Feinan knew what he was thinking. He wanted to introduce Mark to everyone and let Mark slowly integrate into it.

Mark is an emotional person, and friendship is his best medicine.

Song Zihao continued to run the business, and Feinan drove the car back to the company.

On the way back, Feinan also picked up a guest along the way, earning dozens of dollars in extra money.

It's just that he didn't gain experience because he didn't have a relevant occupation.

In the evening, all the employees of the taxi company came to the Emgrand Nightclub.

"Brother Mark!"

"Brother Mark!"

After Song Zihao picked up Mark, the seven or eight brothers who were present all greeted each other.

Before coming, Feinan vaguely revealed Mark's past to them, and asked everyone to respect him.

All the people who came here had been in prison, so they were naturally sensible, so when Mark came over, everyone was very polite.

"Hello." Mark greeted them in a good mood, obviously he liked the feeling of being respected.

Who doesn't like it?

Song Zihao sat down with him, and everyone chatted.

This kind of occasion is Feinan's strong point. Although he doesn't speak often, the rhythm of the chat is faintly controlled by him. continue.

Consciously or unintentionally, he brought the topic to Mark, asking him to talk more and communicate with everyone more.

Song Zihao saw all this in his eyes, he was calm on the surface, but he was surprised in his heart, this kid Anan is not simple.

While drinking, Feinan looked in the direction of the door.

Suddenly, he saw a young man coming in, he got up and said with a smile, "I'll go order another drink."

Everyone didn't care.

When he came to the bar, the young man who came in just now was already sitting there, staring in the direction of the booth.

Following his line of sight, Feinan also saw Tan Cheng and others sitting in the private room.

"Sir, what do you need?" The waiter at the bar asked Feinan.

Hearing this, Feinan asked, "What do you have here?"

"There's everything here."

"Have everything?" Feinan raised his eyebrows: "Wujiapi, double steamed, 24-flavored herbal tea, Vitasoy, beat a tortoise egg and mix well, then add a drop of ink, is there any?"

The waiter's sweat came down right then: "Excuse me sir, we don't have this."

"Please give me a glass of draft beer, thank you." Feinan put his elbows on the bar, but saw that the young man had turned his gaze back to him.

"Unfortunately, I'm out of luck." Fei Nan shrugged, picked up the beer the waiter had made, and walked towards Song Zihao and the others.

Taking a closer look, he has already confirmed that the young man is Song Zijie, with handsome features and somewhat resembling Leslie Cheung.

Song Zijie passed his figure, saw Song Zihao who was joking with his colleagues, and couldn't help but fix his eyes.

At this moment, Tan Cheng and others also came out of the private room.

A younger brother said something in Tan Cheng's ear, he looked up in the direction of Song Zihao and the others, and walked there.

"Brother Hao, why didn't you notify me when you came back?" Tan Cheng stretched out his hand in front of Song Zihao, and said with a smile, "I don't have enough friends."

Everyone at the table fell silent.

Everyone present here has good eyesight. Tan Cheng and his party wore suits and leather shoes, and they were so arrogant that they almost wrote "I am a gangster" on their faces.

When they looked at Brother Hao and Mark again, everyone's eyes changed.

Song Zihao was usually reluctant to talk about the past, and Fei Nan only revealed it a little bit. They thought Song Zihao was just a young and Dangerous boy who had been on the streets.

But after seeing Tan Cheng and his group, they realized that Brother Hao and Mark were really big bosses before.

(End of this chapter)