Feng Kezhi took out the gold watch in his arms, opened the cover and took a look.
He threw a few banknotes at the beautiful girl next to him, who didn't know whether she was named Rose or Louise.
Then he pushed away the cards in front of him and stood up.
"Little Master Jiu, we rarely meet each other recently, it's only one night, why are we leaving?"
Mr.
Huang from the Mayor's Mansion opposite saw this and knew that he was leaving, so he hurriedly asked him to stay.
"Next time.
My eighth sister arrives from Nanjing to Shanghai at six o'clock.
I have to pick her up at the station.
It's not good to be late."
"Isn't Master He also stationed in Zhabei?
I saw him just two days ago.
My wife came from Nanjing, and he didn't go to pick her up as a husband.
I asked you, my brother-in-law, to pick her up.
Could it be that he really has a second organization outside?
I'm divorcing your eighth sister."
The son of the Lin family, the director of transportation, was a quick talker.
Before he could finish his words, he was secretly kicked under the table by someone around him.
He hurriedly shut his mouth, but it was already too late.
Feng Kezhi narrowed his eyes, still smiling, but took off the half cigarette in his mouth and raised it to Mr.
Lin's head.
With his slender fingers, he flicked the cigarette.
A piece of cigarette ash with sparks fell on Mr.
Lin's head.
The high temperature immediately roasted the hair, giving off a burnt smell.
Seven or eight pairs of eyes stared at Mr.
Lin's head, which was slowly emitting a pillar of smoke.
No one spoke, and the surroundings were completely silent.
Mr.
Lin's forehead was numb from the burn, and he looked in pain, but he did not dare to brush it off.
He let the soot burn his scalp and looked at the people beside him with pleading eyes.
Mr.
Huang coughed dryly and advised: "If a dog can't spit out ivory, why should Xiao Jiuye be the same as him?
Forget it this time, it's because he has lost his mind.
If he dares to talk nonsense next time, there is no need for Xiaojiu Master.
I couldn’t spare him the first time.”
Feng Kezhi glanced at him, then slowly took back the cigarette, watching Mr.
Lin hurriedly patting down the ashes, pouring water on his head, holding the edge of the table with both hands, leaning forward slightly, looking down at the people opposite him, calmly.
He said slowly: "My eighth brother-in-law and my sister are doing well."
"One by one, do you all fucking listen to me clearly?"
He suddenly emphasized his tone, and there was a faint fierce light in his eyes.
"Yes, yes, that's natural" Everyone kept nodding.
Feng Kezhi twitched the corner of his mouth, pretending to be smiling, stood up straight, and snuffed out the cigarette butt on the corner of the table.
The waiter standing in the corner of the door quickly took his coat and handed it to him with both hands.
Feng Kezhi casually put his clothes on his arms, pressed his hands to everyone who wanted to get up to say goodbye, motioned no need, turned around and walked out of the private room that was filled with the smell of perfume and cigarettes.
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When he walked down the stairs decorated with copper strips at the Majestic Hotel, even though he had stayed up all night, there was nothing visible on his body except for his eyes, which were slightly bloodshot due to the smoke.
There is no trace of an all-night indulgence.
The suit he wears is very clean, with straight lines, his hair is waxy and discernible, his hairstyle is meticulous, and his leather shoes are extremely shiny.
The doorman saw him coming out from a distance, opened the glass door hurriedly, and waited respectfully with a smile on his face.
When Feng Kezhi walked out, he followed him step by step.
The driver, Lao Yan, did not drive Feng Kezhi's Rolls-Royce today, which is unique in Shanghai and has license plate No. 1.
It is so cool that you can recognize it from a hundred meters away, and was painted red.
Instead, he drove an ordinary car. black Buick.
He parked the car on the side of the road in front of the hotel, and the doorman rushed to open the rear door.
Feng Kezhi bent down and sat in.
He saw a few slush on the toes of his leather shoes and frowned slightly.
The doorman had sharp eyes and immediately squatted down, took out a snow-white linen handkerchief, and wiped him hard.
I wiped one and replaced it with another.
After polishing the leather shoes on his feet to be spotless again, he stood up.
Feng Kezhi took out a banknote and handed it over.
With the doorman bowing and bowing, he asked the driver to drive to the North Railway Station.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Yan, but Eighth Sister thinks I'm scary when I drive, and she can't get used to riding in the car I drive, so that's why I kept you waiting for so long."
As soon as the car door closed, Feng Kezhi lifted up his two slender legs and placed them directly on the chair in front of him.
He also leaned back on the wide chair back, half-squinted his eyes, and stretched.
Lao Yan sat upright and drove the car steadily while saying hurriedly: "Ninth Young Master, what are you talking about?
I was originally the driver of the Feng family.
The master sent me to Shanghai.
You didn't want me to drive before.
I just took the money and did nothing." , I am already very ashamed, it is rare to take a train today, let alone go to pick up Miss Eight, I am too late to be happy. " Feng Kezhi nodded and closed his eyes to rest.
Suddenly he seemed to remember something and opened his eyes and said, "Let's go to Rongji to buy a package of meat floss cakes first.
The eighth sister likes to eat them."
"Okay" Rongji is not far ahead and will arrive soon.
Lao Yan parked the car on the side of the road and got out by himself.
When Lao Rongtou saw Lao Yan, he hurried out and ran to the front of the car.
He smiled at Feng Kezhi in the car and said, "Master Jiu is here.
I haven't seen you for a long time.
There happens to be a furnace baking meat floss cakes.
They will be out soon."
I’ll pick the best ones and wrap them up for you, please wait a moment.”
Feng Kezhi nodded.
Lao Rong ran back in a hurry.
Feng Kezhi was sitting in the car waiting, bored.
He took out a lighter and played with it opening and closing, when a figure walked by the car.
This is a young girl, eighteen or nineteen years old, who looks like a schoolgirl.
She is wearing a dusty old coat.
The leather shoes on her feet are stained with mud and snow.
As she walks, she looks at the house numbers on both sides.
When I got up, I had already walked a long way.
The boots were ordinary in style, but Feng Ke could tell at a glance that they were leather boots with good leather and workmanship.
They should have been carefully maintained before.
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Judging from her light weight and the current wear and tear on the heels of the shoes, she must have worn them for at least three or four years.
I've worn it since I was fifteen or sixteen and it still fits me now, which shows that the size was deliberately enlarged when I ordered it.
Feng Kezhi quickly determined that the owner of this pair of leather shoes must have come to Shanghai for the first time from other places.
Her family background was good in her early years, but it declined, and she was quite scheming.
Feng Kezhi's eyes were fixed on the girl, staring at her for a while, thoughtfully.
The girl's back is as soft and straight as a spring willow.
There was a beautiful dark braid on the back of her head that was longer than her waist and almost reached her buttocks.
The hanging braids were supple and gentle, swaying rhythmically with the gentle twist of her waist and hips as she walked, as if they had taken on a life of their own along with the beautiful walking posture of the hostess.
When she walked over, Feng Kezhi raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows at Lao Yan outside the car: "Go and get this woman over here."
Lao Yan was startled.
Xiao Jiuye is very romantic and has many girlfriends.
There have been rumors about everything from social butterflies to singers and celebrities, but it has always been women who take the initiative to follow him.
He also saw the girl who just passed by.
Although she was dressed in ordinary clothes, her appearance was extremely beautiful.
It caught the eyes of Xiao Jiuye.
It was not surprising, but it didn't seem to be his style to stop people in the street like this.
Lao Yan glanced at the girl and saw that she was also walking towards Rongji.
She must also want to buy cakes.
He hesitated for a moment, leaned down, and whispered with a smile: "Young master, it's not dark yet, and we are on the street again." , in full view of the public, it’s a little bit "
He rubbed his hands uneasily and looked at Feng Kezhi in embarrassment.
Only then did Feng Kezhi understand what he meant.
He bared his teeth, hissed, and waved angrily, motioning for him to come closer and whisper a few words.
Lao Yan finally understood, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded quickly, turned around and chased after him.
Zhihua University is located in the west of the city.
After reaching the end of Jing'an Temple Road, there is still a long way to go.
Meng Lanting asked about the bus route and took it.
Unexpectedly, when the bus ran near the racecourse, it unexpectedly broke down and could no longer walk.
The driver got out of the car with tools, banged the front of the car for a while, got up cursing, said he couldn't make it, and kicked people out of the car.
The passenger was unwilling and asked him to refund his money, but he refused to do so.
He was not afraid of confronting many with one person and started to yell at him.
Meng Lanting got out of the car while the two sides were spitting on each other, and walked westward along the road.
She thought it was time to take a walk, but she still underestimated how big Shanghai was.
This road that extends to the west has gone on for a while, and there is another section that seems to be endless.
The sky gradually turned a dark blue color, and the leather boots on her feet that she had carefully cared for and protected her feet through several cold winters were already covered with dirty snow.
The snow melted away, and the damp cold air seemed to penetrate the layer between the leather and the interior, slowly seeping in.
My feet hurt at first, but then I felt nothing.
It wasn't until he smelled the steamy aroma of cakes wafting in the air that Meng Lanting realized that he was already hungry.
During the day, she only ate a few bites of the dry food she brought out in the car.
She stopped and took a look.
The shop in front is not big, with an old Rongji sign.
It is sandwiched between the buildings on both sides.
It is very inconspicuous, even shabby, but there are already seven or eight residents who seem to live nearby.
It seems like everyone is waiting for the freshly baked pastries.
According to experience, the food sold here should be cheap and delicious.
Meng Lanting walked towards the pastry shop and didn't pay much attention to the black car parked on the side of the road.
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She lined up behind the first few people.
While waiting patiently, she suddenly heard a voice behind her saying: "Miss, please come over here.
I have something I want to discuss with you."
A stranger's voice.
Meng Lanting turned his head.
Standing behind him was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with an honest face and a kind demeanor, looking at him with a smile.
When Meng Lanting passed the car just now, he saw this man standing next to it.
There seemed to be someone sitting in the car.
According to her experience, this person should be the servant of the person in the car.
Meng Lanting quickly glanced at the car.
The glass in the back seat of the car was halfway down.
Meng Lanting finally saw clearly this time that a pretty good-looking young man was leaning leisurely on the back seat.
The other party seemed to be looking at him originally, but probably because he turned to look at him, he seemed to be offended.
He looked away, leaned his head back, raised his chin, and turned his face slightly, leaving Meng Lanting with an indifferent expression.
The profile of his face, then, as if in amusement, he pressed a lighter in his hand and played with the flames.
Meng Lanting suppressed the doubts in his heart and looked away.
The middle-aged man was already standing aside, waiting for her to pass with a smile.
She hesitated for a moment, then walked over and asked, "Uncle, what's the matter?"
Lao Yan said: "My surname is Yan, you call me Lao Yan, don't be afraid, I am a good person.
Here's the thing, our young master wants to buy your braids.
If you are willing, you can cut them off.
We will pay the money in one hand and the other in the other hand.
Delivery, how was it?”
Meng Lanting was extremely surprised.
I heard the other party say again: "Don't worry, girl, I won't let you suffer a loss.
The market price of your braid should be five yuan, we will pay ten yuan."
Meng Lanting had less than ten yuan left in total.
This is also a month’s salary for an ordinary worker.
A braid can be sold for this price, which is really good.
But Meng Lanting didn't even think about it, and immediately shook his head and refused: "Thank you.
But I won't sell it."
When she was a child, her hair was yellow and sparse, and her mother was very worried.
Regardless of the trouble, she often washed her hair with plant ash and then rinsed it with water.
Every night, before she goes to bed, she will comb it out over and over again, saying that if she does this for a long time, she will grow black hair.
When she grew up, whether it was due to nature or her mother's insistence, her hair became dark, dense and smooth, like a piece of beautiful silk.
When his mother was still alive, Meng Lanting didn't necessarily like his long hair that he had had for many years.
Several times, she thought it was too troublesome to take care of her hair and wanted to cut it short, but her mother wouldn't let it go, so she gave up.
Now that her mother has passed away, for some reason, she is suddenly full of feelings for her long hair.
Someone came out of nowhere and said he wanted to buy her hair.
Even if she was crazy about poverty, she wouldn't nod.
Lao Yan was stunned, turned to look in the direction of the car, and said, "Twenty yuan."
Meng Lanting still shook his head.
Lao Yan finally got a hundred yuan which was incredible to him.
Meng Lanting glanced at the young man in the car again, and then said in a polite but firm tone: "Thank you.
But please tell that young man that there is no need to bid anymore.
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No matter how high he bids, I will not sell it." of."
Lao Rongtou has delivered the wrapped pastries to the car.
Lao Yan had no choice but to find that the man in the car was obviously impatient.
He raised his fingers and tapped the window glass twice with his knuckles.
He frowned and looked this way, so he had no choice but to run back.
He estimated that Ninth Young Master had already heard the conversation between the girl and him, but he still relayed what she meant.
The lady bought the pastries and left quickly.
Lao Yan looked at him.
Seeing him staring at the back of the lady in front of him who was gradually retreating, his face was a little gloomy, and he remained silent for a long time, and suddenly he felt a little uneasy.
"Ninth Young Master, I see that the young lady is very resolute.
Let's forget it.
After all, it grows on the body, and the hair and skin on the body come from the parents.
What's more, women are not allowed to touch their hair at will.
I read in the play, A strand of the singer's hair is meant to be given to a man as a token of love.
Since they don't want to sell it, we can't force it.
Besides, we're worried that we won't be able to buy anything good at such a high price."
Before he finished speaking, the man in the car suddenly opened the door and sat directly in the driver's seat without saying a word.
The car started quickly.
Feng Kezhi stared ahead and stepped on the accelerator suddenly.
The engine roared and the car rushed out, leaving the chattering Lao Yan behind.
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