Hong Kong West Kowloon Station ---

As one of the busiest ports between Hong Kong and the mainland, West Kowloon Station can be said to be a must-visit place for many Hong Kong people to go to the mainland.

At this moment, an ambulance with a flashing red light was parked five hundred meters away from the station entrance.

The car door opened, and it was Song Zhichao's royal driver Niu Xiong who drove the car, and then got off the car was the tall bald guy Jin Jiu.

The two came to the back of the car and opened the back door of the ambulance, only to see Song Zhichao changing clothes inside, changing his original black suit into a very ordinary blue-gray jeans.

In Hong Kong in this era, denim is fashionable, especially after King Andy wore denim to perform the "Heavenly Love", the streets of Hong Kong are basically fashionable young people wearing this kind of denim.

Next to her, Li Jiaxin was still dressed in a pink nurse's outfit, and her delicate and charming appearance made Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong stunned--- and the lethality of the beauties could be seen.

"Do you really want to wear clothes like this? I still think you're more handsome in a suit. Li Jiaxin smiled and helped Song Zhichao button up.

"In this way, it is not easy to be seen through--- I am secretly going back to the mainland this time, not to travel. Song Zhichao buttoned the jeans and lifted the waistband of his pants.

"People know--- but you're more handsome than Andy. Li Jiaxin said.

"Really, how handsome?"

"Handsome, scum!" As soon as she remembered what Song Zhichao taught herself, Li Jiaxin couldn't help but giggle.

Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong: "......"

I feel that I am redundant--- I am not embarrassed to watch the boss flirt with Li Meinu.

Fortunately, at this time, Song Zhichao said to them: "What about my package, are you ready?"

"Ready. Jin Jiu hurriedly took out the bag he had prepared in the morning, but it was a black sports backpack.

Song Zhichao glanced at the backpack, which was of the Adidas brand, and frowned.

Jin Jiu hurriedly said: "You explained in a hurry, I was going to buy a more low-key one, but ......"

"It's okay, the brand is good too. Song Zhichao took the backpack, opened it and looked at it, there were various documents such as temporary access cards, cigarettes, lighters, toilet paper, and chewing gum or something, and there were also thick three piles of dollars, which was exactly 30,000 yuan.

Song Zhichao took out the dollar and threw it to Jin Jiu, "You don't need so much--- how much cash do you have?"

Jin Jiu touched it and took out 5,000 Hong Kong dollars from his body, and Niu Xiong also took out 3,000 Hong Kong dollars.

Song Zhichao took it all, stuffed it into his backpack, and then explained to them: "My return this time is secret, you will stay in Hong Kong temporarily, so as not to make those media suspicious--- now you send Jiaxin back and take care of her, OK?"

"No, people are going to watch you leave. Li Jiaxin pulled Song Zhichao's hand, pouted, and said coquettishly.

Song Zhichao touched her head, "Good behave, you are so beautiful, and you are a star, you only caused a sensation in the past--- but now my identity cannot be exposed." After saying that, he waved his hand, put on his backpack, and turned to leave.

Li Jiaxin waved at him, her beautiful eyes reddening.

Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong looked at Song Zhichao's back, and they didn't have a taste in their hearts--- you know, they have always been with Song Zhichao, they can be said to be inseparable, one acts as a bodyguard, the other acts as a driver, but now they can only watch Song Zhichao embark on the journey back to the mainland alone, their mood can be imagined.

"Let's go, we should go back too. Jin Jiu said.

......

On the bus from Hong Kong to Pan Yu on the mainland---

I don't know how long it took.

Song Zhichao closed his eyes, put his backpack beside him, and heard the sound of crackling egg shells in his ears.

And then there's the hard-boiled egg kind...... Well, it smells bad.

Song Zhichao opened his eyes, and saw a simple-looking man stuffing eggs into his mouth, and when he saw Song Zhichao, the man smiled and asked Song Zhichao: "Do you want to eat, I still have it." As he spoke, a small plastic bag was revealed, and sure enough, there were seven or eight tea eggs inside.

Song Zhichao shook his head and smiled.

Next to her, a woman in a red woolen coat swept her nose and complained to the honest man: "Mainlanders, you really have no public morality, you eat eggs comfortably, it stinks!"

Then he turned to Song Zhichao, "Do you say, are the mainlanders very bad?"

It turned out that Song Zhichao was dressed fashionably, and the woman regarded Song Zhichao as a Hong Kong person--- unlike that honest man, holding a fishskin bag, with a white enamel tea jar hanging on the bag, and wearing rough blue labor cloth clothes, he looked like a hillbilly who came to Hong Kong from the mainland to work.

Song Zhichao smiled at the woman in red, showing his white teeth: "I'm sorry, I'm also from the mainland." ”

Woman in Red: "......"

Turning his head a little embarrassed, he muttered: "In short, mainlanders are really bad!"

was ridiculed and reprimanded by the woman, the honest man already felt very embarrassed, couldn't raise his head, and secretly put the peeled eggs back into the plastic bag.

At this moment, hearing Song Zhichao say that he is also a mainlander, the honest man couldn't help but light up his eyes, looked at Song Zhichao and said, "Really, you are also a mainlander?"

Song Zhichao nodded and said with a smile: "What, it's not like it?"

The honest man nodded violently, "You look very fashionable, like a Hong Kong person." ”

"Whether it's Hong Kong people or mainlanders, they're all Chinese, aren't they?"

"Uh---" Song Zhichao's words made the honest man can't turn a corner--- you must know that Hong Kong people in this era are in the eyes of mainlanders, but they are a superior existence, saying that everyone is the same, is it a bit of that.

But soon, the honest man asked again: "By the way, little brother, where are you going?"

I used to think that Song Zhichao was from Hong Kong, and the honest man didn't dare to call him a brother, but now that he knows that he is also from the mainland, he takes the initiative to make love.

"Go home for the New Year. Song Zhichao said.

"Are you from Panyu?"

"No, I'm from Nandu--- I have friends in Panyu. ”

"Oh, no wonder you speak Cantonese so well. The honest man nodded, "I'm from Dongguan, and everyone likes to call me Dongguan Tsai." ”

"Oh, my name is Ah Chao, you can just call me Super Boy. Song Zhichao stretched out his hand.

The honest man saw that Song Zhichao's hands were so clean and his fingers were slender, which was even more beautiful than his hands playing the piano in the movie, so he hurriedly wiped his hands on his clothes, and then he held Song Zhichao's hand and shook hands a little jerky.

"I work for people in Hong Kong, to be precise, I put steel bars and cement on the construction site--- what do you do?" asked Dongguan Tsai.

"Well, do a little business. Song Zhichao said.

"Do business? Dongguan Tsai suddenly realized, "You look different from us old men, white and pure, like a scholar." ”

Song Zhichao smiled, "Really?"

"Yes--- it's good to study more, my father forced me to study at the beginning, but I couldn't read, and now I can only come to Hong Kong to work hard. Dongguan Tsai sighed and said.

Song Zhichao smiled, and just wanted to comfort the other party a few words, but he felt that the bus he was riding suddenly shook, like a sudden brake, and his body couldn't help but lean forward.

Suddenly, there was a lot of scolding in the car.

"What are you doing? Can you drive?"

"Almost hit me in the head!"

"Hit the streets!"

"your lungs!"

Everyone scolded and scolded, but the driver stared wide-eyed, pointing outside, unable to speak because of nervousness.

Those who were closer to the front saw clearly, only to see four people outside, riding two motorcycles, stopping in front of the bus.

The four got out of the car, wearing helmets, holding murder weapons--- watermelon knives, machetes, and staring at the bus with fierce eyes, and they were not good people at first glance.

"It's ...... Robbery?"

The crowd's mouths widened.

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