Seeing that Sister Xia didn't believe her words, Song Zhichao didn't explain much, just took out ten yuan, stuffed it into Sister Xia's chest, and said, "Sue me, this is yours." ”

Ten yuan in this era is not a small amount. You must know that in this era, many people's monthly salary is only a few dozen yuan.

Sister Xia didn't expect Song Zhichao to be so generous, and suddenly smiled like a flower, stuffed the money into her chest, and said, "You are not only beautiful, but also very good at being a person." I tell you that it's not impossible to make 10,000 yuan in three days, just go to Brother Mark. ”

“Mark？”

"Yes, he is the big boss of Pan Yu's 'Caesar Cabaret', I heard that his wrist is all over the sky, many people come to him to beg for a living, and many people can even earn hundreds a month. Sister Xia said with a smile. For earning 10,000 yuan in three days, she still doesn't believe it, to be precise, she will see the hell if she believes it.

"Then how can I find him? Go to the dance hall?" Song Zhichao didn't explain.

"Of course not. He likes to watch videos the most, and even the foreign name Mark is taken from watching videos...... If you go to the Thunder video hall on Peace Street and look for him, you will definitely find him. ”

"Thank you! The craftsmanship is good, and I will do it when I have time. Song Zhichao reached out and picked up the suit on the hanger, took a cigarette in his mouth, and put it on.

Looking at his handsome appearance, Sister Xia couldn't help but feel a spring heart, bit her lip and said, "Next time, I won't ask you for money." ”

Song Zhichao got dressed and turned around, stuffed the half-smoked cigarette into Sister Xia's mouth, and said, "If you don't ask me for money, I won't dare to come." ”

Sister Xia was unexpectedly shy, "Then take half of it." ”

Song Zhichao smiled and didn't speak again.

......

The Thunder Video Hall is on Heping Street, which is seven or eight miles away from Song Zhichao's current location.

Song Zhichao was wearing a famous brand, of course, he wouldn't walk over to save a few dollars. Look around, there are many tricycle drivers parked on the side of the road on a hot day, who are responsible for carrying passengers and also carrying goods.

Generally speaking, the tricycle master charges 3 or 5 dimes for pedaling a kilometer of passengers, and sometimes there is not much work, and he is willing to do it for a dime or two. In addition to men, there are even many women among these people, who are not high-tech and have the strength, as long as they get a three-wheeler, they can open immediately.

However, Song Zhichao's eyes swept around, but he landed on a yellow van not far away, where a fat driver was opening the door and putting one leg outside to smoke.

This is the taxi of 1990, also known as "noodle".

In fact, in Panyu, in addition to the "Dafa" brand of noodles, there are also "Xiali" brand sedan chairs; but Xiali has always been unable to compete for Dafa, the price of yellow "noodles", from the beginning of 7 dimes per kilometer to 1 yuan, and now 1 yuan per kilometer 3 dimes, it can be said that the price is low, and it satisfies the vanity desire of many people.

Song Zhichao was afraid of the sun, so he skipped the tricycles and beckoned directly to the yellow-faced one.

The fat driver who was smoking had very sharp eyes, and his years of experience as a driver had trained his vision of six roads, so as soon as Song Zhichao beckoned to him, he snuffed out the cigarette that had not been smoked with his fingers, put it in the cigarette case, and then closed the door, lit the light, and drove over.

Song Zhichao reported the location he was going to, put on sunglasses, and went on his face.

......

The driver was in this area, and he was familiar with the road, and he almost didn't make a turn to pull Song Zhichao to the door of the "Thunder Video Hall".

In this era, video halls and game halls were the most profitable side businesses. But to do this kind of business, you must have a backstage, otherwise you won't be able to open it at all.

In particular, the video hall opened from the street to the end of the street in the era of Hong Kong films, from big cities to small counties. The grade of the video hall has also been gradually improved, from the small black room with the usual noisy musty smell, to the mid-to-high-end couple booth with the smell of perfume, and then to the laser cubicle, it can be said that the evolution of the video hall is the evolution of Chinese film culture.

"Thunder Video Hall" is the kind of high-end video hall, not only the façade decoration is magnificent, like a movie theater, the interior is equipped with the latest trendy couple booths, can provide a series of high-end services such as coffee and tea.

There was a deafening sound of "hum, ha, hey" special effects of martial arts movies in his ears, and he looked up at the flashing huge neon signboard in this video hall, and Song Zhichao walked inside.

The man who guarded the door was a shrewd middle-aged man named Chen Jianjun, and everyone liked to call him "Dajun" or "Brother Jun". He's the owner here, and he's the waiter here.

The people who open the video hall are all cash, and except for their own people, outsiders can't trust them at all. Chen Jianjun is the same, he likes to do everything himself, selling tickets, running errands, and delivering melon seeds, drinks, coffee and tea, all of which he does alone.

To be able to open such a high-quality video hall, the background must not be simple. In fact, it is true, although Chen Jianjun is not a local, but he has relatives at home who work in the local industrial and commercial bureau, and he is also a small official, plus Chen Jianjun himself is very good at being a person, and he is a human spirit, and the business of this video hall is becoming more and more prosperous.

As soon as Chen Jianjun saw Song Zhichao, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him and asked if he wanted to watch the video.

Song Zhichao took off his sunglasses and did not answer immediately, but took a bottle of Jianlibao, opened it and poured a few sips, and when he was comfortable, he smiled and said, "Listening to the eldest brother's accent, he is not a local, right?"

"I'm from the Central Plains. ”

"Oh, what a coincidence, so did I. ”

When the fellow saw the fellow, his eyes were full of tears.

Immediately, the relationship was a lot closer.

"Since you are a fellow countryman, then you will be charged half price for watching the film, and someone else will have a piece, and you will have five corners. Chen Jianjun was also simply.

Song Zhichao smiled, "I don't watch the video, I'm looking for someone." ”

"Looking for someone?" Chen Jianjun was stunned, but this kind of thing is also common in video halls. Many times, there are guys who kidnap other people's daughters and come here to make love, and the parents will come to them and say that they want to break each other's doglegs. There is also a girlfriend who is pried on, and she will also find it, but she still has a knife pinned to her waist.

Chen Jianjun looked at Song Zhichao left and right, wearing a very fashionable red suit, wearing a watch, holding a long wallet, handsome and personable, no matter how you look at it, he looks like the "prince" in Hong Kong films, this kind of person will be pried by someone, it is too much to say.

"I'm looking for Brother Mark, the big owner of Caesars. Song Zhichao put down Jianlibao, took out a cigarette and handed it to Chen Jianjun.

Chen Jianjun was stunned, took the cigarette and hesitated: "What are you looking for him?"

Song Zhichao took out a match, struck one, helped Chen Jianjun light the cigarette, and said, "Find him a part-time job." ”

Chen Jianjun understands that as long as he is a person in Pan Yu, no one does not know that Brother Mark has great energy, has a good wrist, and can help people get a very high-paying job.

"But ......" Chen Jianjun glanced at Song Zhichao up and down, "You won't be kidding me, no matter how you look at it, you are not the kind of person who can't find a job." ”

Song Zhichao held a cigarette, plucked his ears with his little finger, and said with a smile: "The situation is forced, I just lost my job, and I am still short of money." ”

Chen Jianjun took a puff of cigarette, "Then what did you do before?"

Song Zhichao showed a smile and said, "Big guy, it's okay to give some privacy." ”

Chen Jianjun also smiled, "Okay, give you privacy--- but what do you know, what will be, you should let me know." ”

"Both civil and military--- can do anything, can do anything, but there is a lack of an opportunity. ”

"Not kidding?"

"My expression like this, my appearance, like a joke?" Song Zhichao held his cigarette and flicked the cigarette ash.

Chen Jianjun nodded, "Indeed, your appearance is very good, as for whether you are joking or not, it will be known soon." But I'll say you're the stinkest person I've ever met!"

"Thank you Brother Jun for your compliment, in this era, if you don't stink, you can't live if you don't stink, and you can't live if you don't go crazy!"

"You still said you missed a little ......"

"What?"

"Without money, you don't even have a chance to stinky fart!"

"Understood! Brother Jun wants more money?"

"Three hundred! I'll arrange for you, I'll let you meet Brother Mark as soon as possible!"

"Deal!" Song Zhichao opened his wallet and took out three hundred yuan without hesitation and handed it to Chen Jianjun. "This is all my net worth, you can use it!"

How much is 300 yuan in such an era, enough to buy a black-and-white TV set to feed a rural family for a year. Song Zhichao did not hesitate to take it out and hand it to Chen Jianjun. This kind of courage even surprised Chen Jianjun, after all, the two had only met for the first time, and they had only a few words of conversation.

Looking at the three hundred yuan, Chen Jianjun didn't accept it immediately, squinted, and stared at Song Zhichao: "You trust me so much?"

"I'm not trusting you, I'm gambling, betting that you won't lie to me. ”

"Why?"

"Because I called you Brother Jun, because you are my countryman!"

Chen Jianjun took the money from Song Zhichao's hand and said: "I have made up my mind for your friend! Go in and watch the video and ---wait for my news first!"

No one knows what Chen Jianjun is thinking at the moment.

But in this utilitarian south, the word "fellow countryman", in addition to being a fellow villager, is a local person, and has a layer of meaning, called "watching and helping each other"!