After the three patrols left, Gao Yi sat alone in the living room for a long time. It's not because of Wilson's last coercive warning, in fact, in his heart, he has never felt that he is living as a mixed-race child, others think he is a foreigner, think he is a mixed-race, that is their own business, do you want him to pull irrelevant people one by one to explain that he was born like this, not a foreigner, but an authentic yellow-skinned and red-hearted Chinese? So Wilson's rhetoric, the way the city works, the Chinese, the transgression, the bloodline, etc., he didn't feel anything when he heard it.

What made him ponder was whether the path he had chosen for the past six months had put him in a dangerous situation without knowing it.

The "danger" in his mind is not the robbery. No matter how alarmist the patrol room was, he always believed that it was nothing more than an accidental case of pure profit. Huang Ah Liu may not have the ability to plan and coordinate the whole thing, but he has a township party and fox friends and dog friends, and any one of them may be brewing this operation.

When he encountered such a thing, he could only blame himself for his big accident and bad luck, and he just chose a person like Huang Aliu to be a coachman, and he grew wise by eating a trench, and as long as he paid proper attention in the future, he should be able to avoid it, and it was far from a mistake on the route.

The "danger" he was worried about was precisely the fact that Guanghefeng, who was not suspicious in this incident.

Gao Yi had always believed that since the tobacco industry was still legal in this era, cigarette paste shops like Guanghefeng were ordinary merchants who opened their doors to do business, just like hotels and rice shops, and they only needed to follow the general business rules when dealing with them.

However, the information revealed by Wilson in the conversation just now was completely unexpected by him - Guanghefeng turned out to be powerful.

The so-called powerful Chinese residents are in fact the euphemism of the Ministry of Industry and Bureau, which is ashamed to speak out, for the gangs that still exist under its jurisdiction and are difficult to eradicate, just like the names of runaway young women and organized crime in later generations. In fact, just a few days ago, he had read a message in the newspaper about a little girl who had been abducted into a brothel, and the Ministry of Industry Bureau thought that it was likely that the measures taken against the views of the powerful residents of China would not lead to any good results, and thus came to the conclusion that such a problem should be dealt with by the Good Bureau.

Gao Yi had heard of all tobacco shops with the prefix "Guang" like Guanghefeng before, but he had always thought that this "Guangzhou Gang" was a merchant gang like the "Dongting Gang" and "Hui Gang", and a loose commercial organization united by the township and clan.

Now it seems that he still takes it for granted, how can a person who begs for a living beneath an industry that has been spewing filthy and poisonous smoke from head to toe from every pore since its birth be clean.

Gaoyi's current profit is as high as five times, and it may even reach more than seven times as the scale of production expands. 300 percent of the profits are enough for people to commit any crime and trample on all the laws of the world, let alone 700 percent, especially when these people are gang members.

He chose this industry as the entry point for his first pot of gold, naturally considering its profiteering, but this is a premise, that is, security. If a cigarette paste shop like Guanghefeng was just an ordinary business, of course he wouldn't be scared, but changing to a gang would be another matter entirely. For him, even a one-hundredth-percent risk is unacceptable. Because he is not an ordinary person, but a traverser.

As a traverser, as long as you live, you can always earn the first pot of gold, this is not a theorem, but an axiom, which does not need to be proven.

Gao Yi didn't know if this robbery, and the death of the old Gao Yi that followed, could be regarded as a warning to him by fate.

But whether this is a warning or not, whether there really is a god of destiny or not, Gao Yi has decided to put an end to the undertaking he is undertaking. Even if it meant half a year's hard work in vain, even if he knew that he would be able to earn back six hundred oceans in no more than three cycles, even if he understood that what he was giving up was a career that would allow his wealth to grow exponentially.

Since the crossing, Gao Yi can no longer be regarded as a pure materialist, although he still advocates reason, but no longer rejects sensibility. Now, the sensual side is sending him an unmistakable signal that there is danger ahead – so he decides to heed that warning.

*****

When the hostess of Yaxian Ju came out of the back room, Gao Yi had just cleared her mind, and when she saw her black face, she thought she was coming to drive her away. After all, it is impossible for anyone who dies in the store to have a good temper, not to mention that there is a patrol to come to the door the next day.

Unexpectedly, the proprietress walked closer, still soft and glutinous, and asked in Suzhou dialect: "Mr. Gao, this is a rest, do you want to have a snack?" ”

Gao Yi is a native of Shanghai, so he can naturally speak a few words of Suzhou dialect, and he speaks it well, at that time, he relied on this Suzhou dialect to say that he did not agree with the proprietress who lived in Lao Gao Yi to change his mind.

"Ah, what's there to eat?" Gao Yi asked. When the guy came to call him downstairs just now, the meal had already passed, but he just hurt his head yesterday and had a feeling that he was going to vomit, so he didn't think about coming down to eat. At this point, after talking and thinking about it for a while, his headache seemed to be much better, and he felt hungry instead.

"There's still a little dumpling left, a little wine-stuffed glutinous rice balls."

"Let's have both. Ah, there are meat dumplings? If it's only sweet and you don't want to eat more, one is enough. ”

"I know, I'll go to the stove and take a look, and I'll take a break." With that, the proprietress walked towards the kitchen.

Yaxianju is a small family-style hostel, with only two female servants and a handyman who does handy, and the guests' meals are cooked by the hostess herself.

After a while, a servant woman came out of the kitchen. There are two large bowls, one bowl is two large soup balls, each soup ball has one or two weights, one pointed and one round, according to the rules, the round is sesame, bean paste and other sweet fillings, and the sharp is the meat filling; In the other bowl is a small round made with osmanthus wine, and there are two water eggs floating on it, and it seems that the proprietress specially added food to his injured head.

The accommodation fee of two corners and eight cents is three meals a day, so these two eggs can be said to be paid by the proprietress out of her own pocket to invite Gao Yi to eat, although in this era, one dollar can buy one hundred and fifty eggs, and one egg is less than a copper dollar, but Gao Yi still feels very heartwarming to eat - of course, it is the heart of the south, not the heart of the north.