The years when I was an old man

It’s Bai Dao again!

No one who truly wants to achieve great things can do without the support of Bai Dao.

But I am a member of the Jianghu community, and Jianghu people have always kept a respectful distance from Bai Dao.

But now, I am getting more and more entangled with them without realizing it.

I also know better that this was Bai Dao’s deliberate move.

As for the reason, I don't know, and I don't want to know.

Sycamore Street.

It was named after the two sycamore trees planted by the first governor.

The entire street is lined with small buildings in Portuguese and Nanyang courtyard styles.

Those who can live here have extraordinary backgrounds.

It is said that several governors of Haojiang lived here before the handover.

When our courtesy car stopped at the intersection of Wutong Street, Brother Bao put the cigars in the car ashtray.

He pursed his lips toward the door and said:

"Cars can't get in here. You need to get off the car and walk. Mr. Chu Liu, let's get off the car and walk forward!"

The door opened and a few of us got out of the car.

The streets of Wutong Street are paved with historic bluestones.

After walking a few steps, I saw two cars parked in front of a house.

The moment he saw the car, Brother Bao raised the corners of his mouth, showing a look of dissatisfaction.

"That's Courtyard No. 38. The car at the door belongs to Haojiang Ma. The Ma family is so powerful that they can even drive the car into Wutong Street!"

I can clearly feel Brother Bao's jealousy at this time.

But there is no way, Brother Bao is just a member of the club.

Behind the Ma family, there is invisible capital supporting it.

As soon as a few of us walked to the door, the Mercedes at the door suddenly pushed open the door.

This sudden move almost hit me.

When I turned around, I realized that there were two people sitting in the car.

The person who opened the door was Ma Murong with a sinister smile on his face.

Sitting inside was an old accountant who was leaning on a cane and smiling slightly.

Slowly getting off the car, Ma Murong looked at us and said mockingly:

"Oh, you walked in? Why didn't the car come in?"

The old accountant also got out of the car. He leaned on his cane and stood aside to watch the excitement.

None of us said anything, while Ma Murong adjusted the collar of his suit and walked slowly up the steps.

He looked at me condescendingly and said arrogantly:

"On the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, do you know where this place is? This is Wutong Street. The people who live here are either rich or noble. Their assets combined can account for two-thirds of the entire Haojiang wealth. People like you People don’t even have a chance to lie down at the door and take a look. Let alone walk into the courtyard of No. 36. But, I can also tell you. Have you seen the Nanyang-style house opposite? He belongs to the Ma family. , that is, my family’s!”

Before I could speak, Brother Bao next to me immediately took a step forward.

He nodded towards Ma Murong with his chin, and the flesh on his face trembled.

"Ma Murong, what are you worrying about? We haven't settled our accounts yet!"

Ma Murong put his hands in his trousers pockets, twitching the corners of his mouth and smiling disdainfully.

"Brother Bao, do you really think I'm afraid of you? Are you still settling a score with me? Let me tell you straight. My dad has told me a long time ago. No matter how big the 74k club is, even if you, Brother Bao, put on a suit and sit on the phone, When it comes to the position of the people involved, you are just a group of dwarf mules. The reason why everyone didn’t want to get to know you before was because they didn’t think highly of you at all..."

"You fucking!"

Brother Bao just cursed, and Ma Murong immediately laughed.

He pointed his hand on the street and said:

"A short mule is a short mule. You talk dirty words on Wutong Street. Are you embarrassed? Do you know that the people living on this street all speak English!"

Brother Bao was even more angry, but Ma Murong didn't care at all.

He shrugged his shoulders and said:

"You want to take action? Hit me? I just want to see who dares to take action on Wutong Street!"

Although Brother Bao was furious, he actually endured it.

It seems that the people living on Wutong Street are really extraordinary.

Seeing that Brother Bao was not talking, Ma Murong became even more arrogant.

He turned and pointed at the number plate next to the door, pointing with his hand.

"Do you know whose house this was back then? I guess you country folk don't know either. Let me tell you, this was the house of Ye Han, the gambling king of the year. It was only after he finally parted ways with Mr. Cen and lost to Mr. Cen that he took over this house. It changed hands to the Cen family. Do you know why it is number 36? Because three plus six equals nine, and nine is the highest in baccarat. Look, even the house number is so sophisticated. On the sixth day of the sixth day, you bunch of rubes can leave today Entering this house will open your eyes..."

As a rich man, Ma Murong performed to his heart's content in front of poor people like us.