Chapter 257 Forever Smile
[The person in my heart has a smiling face. He once gave me spring in late autumn. 】
Every time the vinyl record on the record player rotates, a woman's voice slowly floats out, making people feel that the pores all over the body are dilated and the scalp is buzzing.
In the "righteousness" box of the Good Kung Fu Restaurant, Hua Zirong sat with all the uncles in the club.
Even though he is called "uncle", he is still the very young one among these people, just over fifty years old, and he is incompatible with the room full of old men.
In the era when the prince Sheng Dad, that is, Hong Wu was in charge and Li Sheng was in charge, the role of these uncles was to offer sacrifices.
When worshiping gods, he is responsible for presiding over the ceremony, supporting the scene, and sharing the pork with everyone.
General Hong Wu and Li Sheng held it in their hands as securely as two hands holding an incense burner, so they didn't even have the chance to call their uncle out to "take charge of the overall situation."
After Hongwu fell, the uncles finally came out of the shadows and started jumping around again, as if someone suddenly found a usable broom in the corner, old but strong.
At this moment they were smoking cigarettes and drinking tea, and each of them looked like they were just having night tea.
"Uncle Deng, please gather earlier next time. As I get older, my sleep becomes less good. If I'm disturbed like this, I won't have to sleep all night."
"Why didn't I see you say this when I called my sister in the nightclub?"
A few people joked a few words casually, and the box was filled with a happy atmosphere, and Hua Zirong also laughed gregariously.
But his smile quickly disappeared from his face, it was very natural, as if it was just an accident.
Unlike his uncles who are already enjoying their old age, his career is still in full swing. In Causeway Bay, he runs several bars and restaurants. The business is not good but it is enough for him to make a living.
If he hadn't sent his son to study abroad, he might not have had any contact with Long Gen for many years.
After everyone's teasing ended, the old man whom everyone called Uncle Deng cleared his throat.
"Tomorrow is the day to choose the person to talk about. Originally, at this juncture, in order to avoid suspicion, we uncles could not meet each other without meeting."
[The person in my heart, how many treasures there are, he can give me the sun in the dark night, I can't let anyone take it away, the only spring...]
As he spoke, he handed out cups of tea, and the uncles on both sides began to pass the cups one by one, starting from the inside and passing them out one by one.
Neat and orderly, full of excitement and unity, the light smoke coming out of the tea bowl mixes with the smoke from time to time, making the place more and more hazy.
Drinking tea from a tea cup is not a custom in Hong Kong and Kowloon, but the uncle in this box originally came from all over the world, so there are no fixed rules and regulations.
Whoever is in charge will use his own customs.
And drinking tea out of a teacup has been going on for more than ten years.
After seeing that everyone had a cup of hot tea in their hands, Uncle Deng continued: "Otherwise, we old guys get together every now and then, and they think we are forming cliques and forming small groups. Our credibility will be compromised." He will also be suspected, but...
This year is different, something happened to the leaders of Tuen Mun.
Originally, it was not strange for a short mule to die on the streets, but it was strange to die at a healthy age.
When I was young, my highest record in a month was that I participated in twenty prostitutes. They were all gangsters. One day they were having sex with me, and the next day they were hacked to death, with a head as big as a bowl of sea. ladle.
I'm used to it when a brother in the club dies, so I don't think there's anything strange about it.
but……"
Another "but", Uncle Deng glanced at everyone, "I heard that this series of murders, whether it was a string explosion or a tyrannosaurus, were all carried out by our own people."
As soon as he said these words, the room that was still making some noise suddenly became quiet, and even the sound of a pin dropping seemed to be clearly audible.
For some uncles, the cigarette ash in their hands has burned almost to the butt, and a long section, like a dead and gray caterpillar, stretches out from the middle of the fingers.
Some people lowered their heads, some looked at the ceiling, and more people besides staring at Uncle Deng, looked left and right unconsciously and turned their necks.
[Newcomer, don’t be sad, I hope your smile will always be like that. 】
While the record player was still chirping, Hua Zirong took a deep breath and raised his hand.
Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted to him. Even Uncle Deng, who was still observing everyone, couldn't help but look at him and nodded to signal him to speak.
In fact, this is not a classroom or a parliament. The uncle here can talk when he wants to talk and stand up when he wants to.
Hua Zirong raised his hand like this, which seemed a little weird.
Taking a deep breath, Hua Zirong said: "I am the youngest here, so I will say anything unpleasant.
If you come out to hang out, you will either kill me or I will kill you. If everything can be settled by sitting down and negotiating, then why does the association have so many red sticks? Although the death of Tanabao and Tyrannosaurus was strange, it was not a strange thing.
Of these two people, one is out all day offending people, and the other is nagging and beating them up when they are not having fun. Isn't it normal for them to be hacked to death? Can't we just doubt Brother Long Gen and the others just because there's an election? "
As soon as Hua Zirong finished speaking, a voice responded to him, and then there was another discussion.
"Why, did Uncle Deng say it was made by Long Gen?"
"I can't say anything about the collusion. Anyway, I think the Tyrannosaurus might have been killed by Prince Sheng. He is such a strong man in the world. Ordinary short mules can't get close to him."
"Why, you don't dare to say anything about Long Gen, so you can give a conclusion to Prince Sheng?"
"Did Prince Sheng give you a lot of money? You protect him like this when he brings so much misery to the society?"
hum! The originally sweet, melodious and magnetic female voice disappeared and was replaced by a burst of sharp noise. Several uncles who were close to her had subconsciously covered their ears.
Uncle Deng glanced at everyone indifferently and said, "This disc is broken. I will send it over for repair another day."
As he spoke, he took off the vinyl record and closed the cover of the record player, obviously not intending to listen to music anymore.
After carefully putting away the vinyl record and wiping it, Uncle Deng touched the paper sleeve of the record as if he were touching a very precious calligraphy and painting, with caution and restraint.
"You have all served as interlocutors, some for a long time, some for a short time, but all of you have done so. You have been in both the mission house and the funeral parlor. Everyone knows some things.
Those who come out to choose and talk about things, no matter how nice they are, what kind of brothers and sisters, benevolence, wisdom, etiquette, etc., in the end, they are not chosen for money. Who is really saying that they are a member of the community?
In order to choose who to talk to and who to deal with, everyone used any tricks, including finding other names to move troops, cooperating with the police, and spending money to bribe uncles. "
Having said this, he glanced at everyone, and his eyes lightly swept across the box again.
Then he continued: "Isn't it just to compete with others who are weirder and have better brains? So I don’t care or have any control over what other people are doing. We old antiques can just watch quietly.
But there is only one thing, that is, you cannot fight against each other in the same sect, and your own people beat your own people. This violates the rules of the sect and is also a joke to outsiders.
If everyone fights against each other every time there is an election, then there is no need for others to fight. We will break up ourselves. "
Uncle Deng's tone was still so calm, and he didn't need to slap the table or use other means. Everyone fell silent and just watched him a pause and seeing no one speaking, Hua Zirong spoke again.
"I'm the most junior here, so I'll give you the unpleasant words. If you're worried about Uncle Deng, you can go check it out and ask him to find out the culprit and enforce the family law, whether it's three cuts and six holes or beating him to death with sticks, brothers. All supported.
It's just that we are uncles after all, and we can't interfere too much in some things. Even if we want to set up an incense hall, we have to let Long Gen do it. It would be inappropriate for us to do it. "
"Yes, let Long Gen investigate. He is the person who talked about the matter. He will investigate clearly, and this is also his responsibility."
"When my brother is killed, I will do my best to find out the real culprit and take revenge. If I have money, I will give money, if I don't have money, I will do my best. If there is fraud and ignorance, he will die under ten thousand swords!"
Uncle Deng raised his hand to signal everyone to quiet down.
Then he didn't rush to speak, he just raised the tea cup and took a sip.
The elegant aroma of Mingqian Longjing immediately fills your mouth.
Longjing tea requires a tureen to bring out its unique aroma. If you use the tea set of Gongfu tea, it will be too strong and lose its original flavor.
After a pause, he spoke, dropping a bombshell on the calm water.
"There's no need to look for Long Gen. I received the news that Long Gen ordered someone to carry out the conspiracy. How do I investigate? Do I want him to investigate himself?"
As soon as these words came out, although no one spoke, the sound of tables and chairs moving, smoking, coughing, and the clinking of tea cups suddenly filled the box.
This made this deathly silence a little more annoying and noisy.
Hua Zirong took a deep breath and felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
When he wanted to raise his hand to speak, someone gently held his shoulder.
Apparently someone had reminded him not to come forward at such a time and just sit quietly.
Although he didn't know who the hand behind his back belonged to, Hua Zirong had already reacted, clenched his teeth, and even made his breathing much quieter, so as not to attract any attention.
But he didn't speak, but someone couldn't help but speak.
"Uncle Deng, this is a big deal. You can't joke around or make any assumptions. Once these words come out, they will hurt the harmony between the brothers."
Uncle Deng snorted coldly: "Since I said that, of course there is evidence."
As he spoke, he threw out a few letters.
Some of these are oral confessions and some are letters.
Uncle Deng tapped one of the letters with his finger and motioned for everyone to look at it.
"This is what Long Gen wrote to Yan Rong, asking him to help ask the forensic doctor to change the autopsy report. In this letter, he did not mention the reason, but you will know after thinking about it. The gangsters were all dead, but they were hacked to death. He was still drugged to death, does it matter?
Obviously the result was not important to the gang explosion, but it was important to Long Gen, so he gave Yan Rong 3000 yuan for this. "
As he spoke, he took out another letter and tapped the date on it with his finger.
"This is what Long Gen wrote to the Pan-Asian Chamber of Commerce. It is about the renovation plan of several boxing venues in Wan Chai. Boxing will no longer be held and they will be converted into saunas and dance halls.
Even the speaker cannot point fingers at the person in charge, but this letter was written a few days before Kushiro's death.
Could it be that Long Gen had some foresight? He knew that Tanabao was about to die, so he quickly hired a master from Japan to take over?Even Liu Banxian is not so accurate. "
Uncle Deng obviously heard about what happened before, and he was very unhappy about the arrival of Masahito Yamamoto.
In his opinion, asking a foreigner, especially a Japanese, to come in as a fit is no different from a "traitor".
Even if he doesn't care about other words on the surface, he still can't pass the test in his heart, and there are probably many people who hold the same idea.
Several letters quickly passed through the hands of everyone in the box.
Some people looked very carefully, as if they were doing some inspection, their eyes widened.
Some people didn't even touch it, but just glanced at it when others were reading the letter, and then turned their heads with complicated expressions on their faces.
Some people recognize Long Gen's handwriting and seal, but they feel cold all over just at a glance.
"Someone put these letters on my bedside. I saw them as soon as I woke up."
As soon as he said these words, there were several gasps of cold air.
Uncle Deng has many enemies. When he is the one to talk to, he will lead the gang to fight and kill. Those who want to take revenge on him can go from Mong Kok to Tsim Sha Tsui.
Therefore, even now, his family has many experts who are responsible for taking care of the house.
The person's skill in being able to quietly bypass all the nurses and put the letter on his bedside was very impressive.
However, this surprise only temporarily diverted everyone's attention, and soon everyone's minds returned to the current issue.
"But Uncle Deng, even if Long Gen really ignored the friendship between his fellow students and fought against him, didn't Prince Sheng do it? I don't know where Tyrannosaurus's younger brothers are. Otherwise, they can be called to testify. .”
Uncle Deng didn't look at the person who spoke, and just said calmly: "I don't care if they are there or not, even if they are called and swear by the light, I don't believe it. I only look at the evidence, and these are the evidence that Long Gen is fighting against the family. "
Looking at these letters, everyone was speechless, and all disputes disappeared in the face of these irrefutable evidences.
"Then, Uncle Deng, what are you going to do?" someone asked.
The sound was not loud, but everyone present heard it.
They didn't look at the source of the sound, they just stared at Uncle Deng without turning their eyes.
After feeling those gazes, Uncle Deng raised his head and said, "If anyone is rich and powerful, we will choose him and let him do whatever he wants and harm our brothers.
In a few years, not to mention whether the club will still be there or not, even us old guys will be sent away even if he doesn't like it.
I feel that no matter what I say at this point, it will be redundant. You will think about it yourself and you will naturally know what to think. "
He stretched out a hand and said, "I choose Hong Sheng."
After the words fell, several hands were raised after him first, and then several more hands were raised.
At the end, Hua Zirong also raised his hand helplessly.
In the box with the word "righteousness", the sound of heavy breathing could be faintly heard.
(End of this chapter)