Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 617

Chen Hanlin led Qiangzi to the cell.

Qiangzi couldn't understand Shang Hai's words, he was a little panicked, and looked back at Long Si.

Seeing Chen Hanlin bring him to the door of the cell, Long Si couldn't help frowning, and asked, "He's not a prisoner, why should he be locked in the cell?"

Chen Hanlin hurriedly explained: "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm really busy today, I have a lot of work to do, and there's no room here."

"There are people coming and going in the patrol room, and there are too many idlers. I am also afraid that he will get lost, so I will let him stay here for a while. Don't worry, I will find a way to accommodate him when I finish my work."

Looking at him, Long Si pondered for a while before nodding.

Chen Hanlin took out the key, opened the door of the cell, and told Qiangzi: "You stay here for a while, and when I finish my work, I will take you to register with the Ministry of Industry."

After that, he told the little pickpockets in the cell: "You guys, don't bully him, did you hear me?"

The little pickpockets looked at him and nodded expressionlessly.

Long Si glanced at Qiangzi, and asked again: "Do you remember your uncle's name?"

Qiangzi glanced at the young pickpockets who were about his age in the cell, and then at him. His breathing was a little short, but after a long silence, he still shook his head.

"You little brat..."

Long Si said helplessly: "You must listen to the police, do you understand?"

Qiangzi looked at him, but didn't answer.

Sighing, Long Si rubbed his head and bid farewell to Chen Hanlin.

Chen Hanlin led Qiangzi into the cell.

Qiangzi followed him, turned his head every three steps, and looked at Long Si eagerly.

Long Si was carrying the box, watched him being sent to the cell, then picked up the wide-brimmed hat, put it on his head, turned and left.

Qiangzi stood in the cell, holding on to the cold iron bars, watching his back, silent.

Long Si walked out of the patrol room, but still seemed to be able to feel Qiang Zi's sight.

He knew that this was conscience and shame reminding him that he had abandoned a child with his own hands.

However, he is also very clear that it is difficult for him to take care of a small child as a big man.

Moreover, he has already given all the money in his body to Qiangzi, which is already the best of benevolence.

However, his pace was still getting slower and slower, and finally stopped slowly.

Taking out the cigarette case and pulling out a cigarette, he shook the matchbox, but it was empty.

The old man selling walnuts by the roadside was smoking dry tobacco. He went up to him and asked, "Old man, can I borrow a fire?"

The old man glanced at him, took out the matchbox from his pocket, and handed it to him.

Lighting a match, Long Si lit a cigarette, took a puff, looked at the little girl squatting on the ground next to the old man's knee, playing with walnuts with a runny nose, and asked, "Is this your granddaughter?"

"Yes!"

The old man smiled and took a breath.

A walnut fell from the little girl's hand and rolled into the street.

She got up and ran after him quickly, but she didn't find the rickshaw driver who was running fast.

"oops!"

The old man got up in a panic.

The rickshaw driver saw the little girl coming out from beside Long Si, but he was already running close, and had no time to stop, so he had to turn aside desperately.

Long Si took a step sideways, leaned forward to reach out, picked up the little girl, and carried her back to the side of the street.

The driver almost overturned the car, finally stopped, turned around and bowed to the old man and Long Si to apologize.The passenger who was overturned in the car got up in embarrassment and yelled at him.

The old man stepped forward in small steps, took the crying little girl from Long Si's arms, and coaxed her while thanking her.

Looking at the panicked little girl in his arms who was still holding on to the old man's clothes, Long Si's expression was a bit complicated.

"Thank you, sir! If it weren't for you, my granddaughter would have died."

The old man pressed the little girl's head and asked her to kowtow to Long Si, but Long Si helped her up.

The old man got up, quickly wrapped a pack of walnuts in newspaper, and stuffed it to Long Si.

Long Si didn't accept it, but just picked up a walnut from the stall, smiled and said, "If you want to thank me, you can use this walnut as a thank you gift!"

Picking up the walnut, Long Si seemed to have put down a stone, turned around and returned to the way he came, striding forward with his head held high.

Soon, he returned to the patrol room.

"Huh? Sir, why are you back again?"

The same policeman from before received him: "Did something fall here?"

Long Si said calmly: "No, I suddenly thought of a friend who works in the Ministry of Industry Bureau, I should take that child to register myself, so I won't bother you."

"This... that's fine."

The policeman turned around and shouted angrily: "Hanlin! Come here!"

"coming!"

The busy Hanlin ran over.

"Go and bring the kid here."

After the patrol gave orders, Hanlin brought Long Si to the cell.

Qiangzi was still standing at the door of the cell, maintaining his previous posture.

When he saw Long Si who was going back and forth, his eyes lit up involuntarily.

Opening the door of the cell, Hanlin brought him out and handed him over to Long Si.

Long Si took his hand and said with a smile, "You'd better follow me."

"Ok!"

Qiangzi nodded vigorously and grinned.

Taking him back to the front door, the policeman came forward with a dry smile and asked, "Sir, are you going to take him away? About the money..."

He looked at Long Si, blinking his eyes.

Long Si smiled and patted him on the shoulder, without saying a word, he took Qiang Zi and left.

Seeing him leave, the police officer was immediately relieved, and happily returned to his seat and sat down.

Putting his feet on the table, he reached for his arms.

He was taken aback by the touch of his hands, and quickly put his feet down.

Taking out his hand, the silver dollar note that he had put in his arms turned into an ocean.

what happened?He searched all over his body, but he couldn't find the silver dollar bill.

Suddenly, he remembered that Long Si had patted him on the shoulder before leaving. Could it be that he was transferred by that person?
Looking at Dayang, he wanted to cry but had no tears.

……

In the Hongkou dojo, Fujita Gosei's upper body was bare, revealing his muscles like a knife and an axe.

Seven or eight warriors beat him with wooden sticks as thick as calves, but they all broke apart.

After he patted the row of spikes nailed on the solid wood board in front of him into the board with his palm, the warriors lifted up five thick cement boards and set them around for him.

"what!"

He shouted loudly, fisted and kicked, the cement board shattered and fell to the ground in pieces.

Bang!
He smashed the last cement slab with his head, gently wiped off the floating ash on his forehead, turned around and walked into the inner room.

Entering the inner room, he removed all his clothes and walked into a wooden barrel filled with hot water.

Several women in kimonos came to the inner room and helped him wash his body with towels.

Several women were young and beautiful, with a graceful figure, but he turned a blind eye to them, quickly finished washing with a straight face, got up and dressed, and came to the living room.

In the living room, an officer from the military department was waiting there, and when he saw him come out, he reported in a low voice: "Fumino Funakoshi has left Shanghai."

"Humph!"

Fujita just let out a cold snort: "The old man who doesn't understand the past, he refuses to cooperate with Huang Jun, he is Huang Jun's enemy! Send the news back to Tokyo!"

"Yes!"

The officer bowed his head to accept the order, and asked again: "Sir, do you want to cancel the martial arts contest with Jingwumen?"

"Need not."

Fujita buttoned up his collar slowly, raised his head and said in a cold voice: "Not everything depends on the Black Dragon Association. This time, I will solve it myself!"

(End of this chapter)