Orange storm

Chang'an Avenue is an urban-rural integration area developed by Shaojiang a long time ago. It is said that the government has decided to plan and renovate it, but there has been no movement for a long time.The road is a bit uneven due to long-term rolling, and there are deep and shallow gullies. The road is very narrow and full of messy debris.

There are quite a lot of shops on the street, such as snacks, restaurants, hair salons, clothing stores... most of them still retain the style of a long time ago, with signboards spray-painted on oilcloth, and the western style ones will have colored LED lights.Half of the people living here are original residents, and the other half are mixed tenants—people who run shops, work part-time, study, or people who don’t seem to do anything.

For example, a little yellow-haired man squatting on the sidewalk smoking a cigarette, has been squinting since Jiang Zhijin stopped the car by the side of the road, probably waiting for the owner of the car to leave, to see if there is a chance to make some money.

When Jiang Zhijin got out of the car, Huang Mao was stunned when he saw his face, and then stood up immediately, wanting to go to the alley behind him.

"Stand there, and continue to smoke your cigarette." Jiang Zhijin pointed at him, his voice unhurried. "Try one more step."

Huang Mao stopped moving immediately, turned to look at Jiang Zhijin, moved his mouth but couldn't speak.Jiang Zhijin had already bypassed him and headed into the alley.

The alley is very narrow, with old and dilapidated residential buildings on both sides, piled up with tied plastic bottles and cardboard boxes, and I don't know which one poured the washing water all over the floor.

Jiang Zhijin was holding a black plastic bag in his right hand, which was quite square and thick.He avoided the water marks on the ground and walked to a staircase.

There are no lights in the corridor, and a huge sign is hung on the side, saying "good luck comes to the mahjong parlor".When Jiang Zhijin went up to a door on the second floor, he could already hear the sound of mahjong being played clearly, mixed with a few swear words from men and laughter from women.The door was unlocked, he pushed it open and walked in, the choking smell of smoke hit his face.

There was no furniture in the living room, only four mahjong tables were placed, which were already filled by men and women, and there were three or two people who pulled up chairs to watch the game.Jiang Zhijin walked through them and opened the door that should have been the master bedroom, but now it was most likely a private room.

There was only a mahjong table inside, and four men were sitting around. The man with his back to him was about 30 years old, wearing a gold necklace, with tattoos all over his arms, he didn't hear the door opening, and was swearing at cards .

"What's the matter? I'm lucky. I've been fooling around all afternoon..."

Jiang Zhijin put the plastic bag in his hand on the shoe cabinet at the door, then took two steps forward, and kicked behind the gold necklace!

"Bang!!!"

His kick was much heavier than Fang Jie's. He kicked the golden necklace and hit the mahjong table hard. Even the table was knocked and moved a little. .

The remaining three people were frightened by the accident and hurriedly stood up and took a few steps back.Jin Necklace got up in embarrassment, turned around and saw Jiang Zhijin was about to rush over.

"Fuck/Your mother Jiang Zhijin—"

Jiang Zhijin didn't let him finish, he went up and kicked the opponent's left waist!

He swallowed all the words left by the gold necklace. The severe pain caused dense cold sweat to form on his forehead, and he let out a muffled groan as he clutched his waist.Jiang Zhijin grabbed his arm and grabbed him with a backhand, pressing him hard on the mahjong table.

His face was rubbed against the unique green velvet on the mahjong table, which was very uncomfortable, but the gold necklace tried to break free, but it didn't move at all.

Jiang Zhijin lowered his head and got closer, looked at the people under his hands, and said in a very calm tone, "You stopped our child in the alley next to No. [-] Middle School last night, didn't you?"

The gold necklace gritted his teeth and said nothing, acquiescing.Jiang Zhijin had no expression on his face, and said every word: "You have rules, and things are not as important as your family members, so I don't need to teach you."

"Jiang Zhijin, don't be so fucking crazy in front of me." Jin Necklace's words were full of unwillingness and ruthlessness, "The last bar thing is not over yet."

"First," Jiang Zhijin looked at him, "I'm not allowed to touch things in the bar. There's a long-standing rule. Second, since I saw blood when I cut the knife last time, according to the rules, this matter should have been settled."

Jin Necklace sneered: "Fuck your mother, it's my brother who entered the prison, not you—"

"Clean your mouth." Jiang Zhijin patted Jin Necklace's face, "I'm already very angry now, don't force me to slap you."

Before Jin Necklace could speak, the door of the private room was pushed open again.

"Who are we going to draw?"

Everyone in the room looked towards the door.

There were quite a lot of people standing at the door, most of them were thugs in the mahjong parlor, holding sticks or sticks in their hands.The first one was a middle-aged man in his 50s and [-]s, with an ordinary appearance, wearing a gray linen shirt, and hanging a string of beeswax Buddha strings around his neck. The luster was very beautiful, and he looked very valuable.

Jin Necklace seemed to have seen a savior, lying on the table and shouting loudly: "Brother Hong!"

Jiang Zhijin let go of his hand, nodded to the man, and called out, "Brother Hong."

"You know I drove it, you come here to make trouble for me." The man called Brother Hong looked at Jiang Zhijin, and his tone couldn't be heard to be angry.

"Lao Yang taught you how to do things like this?"

Lao Yang was the previous boss of Yunqi, and it is said that he also got out of Ping'an Street before.

"No one taught me," Jiang Zhijin smiled, "I've blocked my family, so I'll ask for an explanation."

Brother Hong's eyes fell on the golden necklace again.

"is it?"

The head of the gold necklace was covered in sweat, I don't know if it was pain or fright, and he said loudly: "He first hit my brother in the bar! What's the matter if it's blocked, that little bastard—"

"Try to say it again."

Jiang Zhijin immediately turned his head to look at the gold necklace, pointed at the other party's mouth with a sneer: "Don't force me to cut off your tongue."

Jin Necklace froze for a moment, and was about to jump into a rage in the next second. Brother Hong raised his hand: "Okay."

"It's a rule not to involve your family members in your affairs." He glanced around the two of them. "But it's okay for you to rush over and hit me like this?"

Jiang Zhijin nodded: "It's not appropriate."

He walked to the door under the eyes of everyone, picked up the plastic bag placed there and tore it open twice, revealing a thick stack of bright red banknotes inside.

"It's ten thousand."

The money was not bundled, so Jiang Zhijin threw it on the mahjong table and scattered it into a pile.

"Two things."

He looked at Brother Hong and said, "Today I was impatient and broke the rules. It's my fault, and I can solve it in any way. Yesterday my child said that he beat him a bit hard. I will pay for his medical expenses, and his business will be over." .”

One yard owned by a yard.

His voice echoed clearly in the room, and the face of the golden necklace turned green.

Last time he really didn't expect a child to be so ruthless, he didn't notice that he was humiliated, and he gritted his teeth in hatred.But no matter how crazy he is, he is still a student. He has already contacted more than a dozen brothers, and he plans to block him again one day, and give him some ruthlessness.

But he didn't expect Jiang Zhijin to rush to the mahjong parlor the next day.

The noisy mahjong sound outside had stopped at some point, the room was full of silence, and everyone's eyes were on Jiang Zhijin.

Brother Hong stared at Jiang Zhijin for more than a minute, Jiang Zhijin did not avoid it, but also looked at him.

Brother Hong said first, "Okay, let's go."

Jiang Zhijin didn't move.

Brother Hong frowned.

In the silence, Jiang Zhijin heard the sound of someone opening a stick in the crowd.

But in the end, Brother Hong still spoke.

"For Lao Yang's sake." He said. "Today, everything about you and your family is over."

Jiang Zhijin's heart fell to the ground, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He opened his mouth and said, that is, everything is over, and no one dares to continue to do anything.

Jiang Zhijin finally straightened up and nodded to the man in front of him.

"Thank you Brother Hong."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the gold necklace next to him warningly, and walked out of the mahjong parlor through the crowd.

I don't know which house in the residential buildings on both sides is quarreling again. The woman's sharp curses and the man's foul language echoed throughout the alley, mixed with the loud noise of pots and pans being smashed to the ground.At the entrance of the alley, Huang Mao still stood there without moving, and Jiang Zhijin smiled at the other party in the mood.

It wasn't until he sat in the car that Jiang Zhijin relaxed, leaned back on the seat, closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

Thirty degrees of weather, after such a toss, his back was already more than half wet.

Jiang Zhijin dug out the cigarette case and took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and wanted to dig through the lighter again.He didn't bring it with him today, and after a long time he finally found one in the co-pilot's storage box.The moment he was about to ignite, Jiang Zhijin stopped again.

He seemed to remember something, stopped for a few seconds, sighed angrily and amusedly, put the cigarette and lighter back into the bag, and started the car.

The author says:

I shouted first: Brother Jiang is so handsome! !No prize quiz: What did Brother Jiang remember? (I really didn’t want to stay up late last night, so I went to bed early and apologized on my knees!)