In 1990, I drove a taxi in Xiangjiang

Chapter 4

"Go up!"

Following the words of the young man in the black jacket, Shao Xiangbei was hit by the gun again in the back.

Shao Xiangbei glanced at the narrow staircase going straight up, and the walls covered with colorful promotional papers, and walked up the stairs with strides.

The economy in Temple Street, Guolan Street, and Portland Street in Yau Ma Tei is not good, and the developed industries are all colorful industries.The Ganglong Building where Shao Xiangbei lives is already the tallest building in Temple Street.

This Hele Mahjong restaurant on Nanjing Road is located in a five-story building.The Hele Mahjong Hall occupies three households on the third floor, and the area is already quite large.Next to the Hele Mahjong Hall is the color industry, pornography, gambling and drugs have never been separated.

But the third floor seems particularly quiet now.

The young man in the black jacket who was following Shao Xiangbei and the bearded man guarding the stairs on the third floor nodded to each other.

The bearded man winked at the gate of the Hele Mahjong Parlor next to the stairs.

The young man in the black jacket understood what the bearded man meant, and pushed Shao Xiangbei who was walking ahead.Shao Xiangbei staggered two steps, and stumbled into the half-hidden mahjong parlor gate.

There was no smoke in the Hele Mahjong Hall as expected, nor the crisp sound of climbing the Great Wall.There were seven or eight tables outside and there were no customers playing mahjong. There was only a man wearing a black cotton shirt with a scar on his face sitting at a mahjong table in the middle, playing with a tactical knife in his hand.

"Why are you here now?"

The scar-faced man raised his eyebrows and looked at Shao Xiangbei who had stumbled in, and then looked at the young man in the black jacket.

"This kid has been dawdling in Guangji for two hours, and I've finished smoking all the cigarettes I've been waiting for."

The young man in the black jacket complained a few words, then threw the newspaper and pinned a handful of black stars back to his waist.

"I'll take you in to meet Brother Hao."

"I've been waiting all morning, so I don't think my temper will be too good."

Scarface inserted the tactical knife into his high leather boots, and after walking over, a pair of callused hands pressed on the back of Shao Xiangbei's neck, pushing him into the inner room.

Shao Xiangbei was also very cooperative, walking very quickly, and didn't give Scarface a chance to push himself hard.

The door was opened, and Shao Xiangbei saw four people sitting around a table playing cards.

A middle-aged man in a pink shirt with white stripes heard the sound and put the cards in his hand upside down on the table.

"Brother Hao is here."

Scarface reached out and pushed Shao Xiangbei's back again.

Shao Xiangbei staggered a few steps forward, and soon saw Brother Hao who turned around.

A corresponding face quickly appeared in Shao Xiangbei's memory.

"It's you?"

Brother Hao held the back of the chair with his right arm, turned around and looked Shao Xiangbei up and down.

"you know me?"

"The son of Uncle Zhang, the herbal tea shop, I know your name is Zhang Shihao."

Shao Xiangbei adjusted his black leather clothes with both hands, without showing any nervousness on his face. Instead, he walked to the right and pulled out a chair for himself to sit on.

"Boy!"

When Scarface saw Shao Xiangbei's arrogant posture, he wanted to go up and teach him a lesson.

Zhang Shihao waved his hand, preventing Scarface's next move.

"Are you from Temple Street?"

Shao Xiangbei changed into a comfortable position, leaned back on the chair, and nodded.

Zhang Shihao smiled and pointed at Shao Xiangbei, then turned around and said to the three people playing cards behind him.

"The three of you go out first."

The three younger brothers threw the cards away, muttered something and walked out.

"Scar go and close the door."

"You don't think it's okay if you are an old neighbor and know my dad?"

Zhang Shihao looked at Shao Xiangbei playfully again.

"Since you are an old neighbor, you should also know that my relationship with that old man has always been bad."

"know."

Shao Xiangbei also looked at Zhang Shihao in front of him.

"Young boy, where do you get your confidence?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will let him kill you?"

"Are you talking about them?"

Shao Xiangbei looked at Scar who was guarding the door, and then pointed outside.

"Are you that confident in yourself?"

Zhang Shihao did not expect that Shao Xiangbei was not afraid at all, and he was not even suppressed by him in terms of momentum.

Zhang Shihao stood up and swung his chair back, then pulled out a pistol from his waist and walked quickly in front of Zhang Xiangbei.The black muzzle of the gun was directly pressed between Shao Xiangbei's eyebrows.

"Boy, are you really not afraid?"

"All I have to do is pull the trigger lightly with my finger!"

"Bah!"

"You probably don't know that the power of a bullet at such a close range can lift your skull!"

"Are you really not afraid that my hand will shake?"

Shao Xiangbei slowly removed his head from under the muzzle of the gun, and then stretched out his hand to block Zhang Shihao's hand holding the gun, because he could see at a glance that Zhang Shihao's gun didn't even have the safety on.

Shao Xiangbei's familiarity with firearms was definitely engraved in his bones from the battlefield, and he would not pay attention to this kind of pistol that didn't even have the insurance on.

"Brother Hao?"

"I suppose you seldom shoot?"

Zhang Shihao didn't answer Zhang Xiangbei's words, but just lowered his hand holding the gun.

"Very bold."

"Are you interested in collaborating?"

Shao Xiangbei's expression turned serious when he heard this, and his tone was very firm.

"I don't want to perfuse you."

"Although I don't know why you brought me here, brother Hao, but I'm just a taxi driver."

"I think you may have found the wrong person."

"Are you really not interested?"

"You don't see many young men as bold as you."

"I admire you very much."

Zhang Shihao inserted the gun back into his waist.

"not interested."

Shao Xiangbei shook his head decisively and refused again.

"Do you want to drive a taxi for the rest of your life?"

"Live in Temple Street?"

"Don't you want to drive a Mercedes to work in Central and live in Mid-Levels?"

Zhang Shihao did not give up, and shook the gold watch in front of Shao Xiangbei as he spoke.

"Brother Hao, I advise you to change your watch, Jinlao is really low."

"And only those who want to run away will buy this kind of watch."

Shao Xiangbei revealed his determination to Zhang Shihao in disguise.

"What did you say, boy?"

When Scarface heard Shao Xiangbei's words, he became angry immediately, and wanted to go over and teach him a lesson.

"To shut up!"

Zhang Shihao's face instantly became ferocious.

Scarface glanced at Shao Xiangbei viciously and leaned against the door again.

"If Brother Hao is okay, I will leave."

"Your brother brought me up. My taxi is still parked on the side of the road."

Shao Xiangbei was still sitting on the chair, with no sign of leaving.

"In this case, I won't force you anymore."

"Scar gives my old neighbor 1000 yuan and sends him down."

"This should be enough for the police to pay for the sticker and the fare, right?"

Zhang Shihao turned his head and immediately put on a smiling face.

"Thank you, Brother Hao."

Zhang Shihao patted Shao Xiangbei on the shoulder, turned around and walked back to the card table.

Shao Xiangbei stood up and walked to the door, opening it under Scarface's glare.

At this time, there was a "bang", and there was a crash sound of the chair falling to the ground behind.

Shao Xiangbei turned his head and thought that Zhang Shihao had repented.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Shihao turned his head at the same time and spoke to Shao Xiangbei again with an expressionless face.

"But remember, you will always owe me your life."

(End of this chapter)