While eating breakfast and watching the news on the TV in the shop, Huang Wentao found that the news was playing the crashed passenger plane he was sitting on this morning, and he couldn't help but curse "bad luck".

"Brother Wen, what did you say?" The little brother next to him didn't understand what he was scolding.

"Nothing." Waving his hand to put down the porcelain bowl, Huang Wentao walked outside.

"I'm going to visit Boss Liu today."

Looking at the weather outside, it was gloomy, not very good, and Huang Wentao himself felt uncomfortable in the same mood.

"Hmmm......"

After only a few steps, Huang Wentao suddenly stopped, holding his forehead and not moving.

"Brother Wen, what's wrong?" The two younger brothers who followed behind wondered.

"A little dizzy."

"Dizzy?" The two younger brothers looked at each other, they had been with Brother Wen for three or four years, and they had never seen Brother Wen when he was sick.

"Brother Wen, could it be a cold?" The little brother on the side said, "Why don't I go buy you some medicine." ”

"Damn, maybe it's a cold, I'll just tell me how my throat is uncomfortable."

After swallowing his saliva and feeling that his throat was indeed a little strange, Huang Wentao waved his hand and said, "Okay, go buy me some medicine and come back." ”

"Okay, Brother Wen."

As soon as the younger brother ran out, there was a pharmacy nearby, and he quickly bought the medicine and returned.

Swallowing the cold capsule with water, Huang Wentao strode forward, he still had some things to do today.

For example, in the 80s, there were more than 200,000 gangs in the heyday of the 80s, and the organizational structure was quite perfect. It's like now, a slightly larger gang doesn't dare to gather, and they don't dare to do anything out of the ordinary, let alone the large-scale gang fight in the eighties and nineties, don't even think about it! No one would dare to do that!

The fundamental reason for all this, on the one hand, is that the society has developed rapidly and entered the information age of the 21st century, and dark things have been exposed very quickly. The second aspect is that Hong Kong was incorporated into the mainland in 97. After returning to the mainland, although Hong Kong has received a strong backing and economic input, not only dodging the economic crisis, but also ushering in prosperity, but Huang Wentao still misses the previous day when there was no Communist Party, what a beautiful thing it is, ****, see who is unhappy and cut whom, everyone likes this kind of saying, it's very simple, everything is for **!

Huang Wentao, who only read junior high school, did not think about the deeper reasons, he thought that was the case. Picked up a toothpick and picked the gap between the teeth, Huang Wentao first went to the "sitting hall" to meet the boss and report some things, and when all this was done, the boss invited Huang Wentao and a few people to have a meal together, and when he returned home, it was already more than three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

Drunken and fell down on the **, Huang Wentao didn't care about anything, and fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already dark outside.

"Uh, it hurts."

Touching his head, Huang Wentao barely supported himself to sit up from **, only to find that he not only had a headache, but also a hot forehead, and his throat was swollen and painful.

Shaking his head, Huang Wentao didn't care too much, he thought that he should just be the result of drinking too much, so he stood up and walked to the bathroom, and used hot water to compress his face to dissipate the wine. It's something he's used to do when he's drunk, and it's kind of an experience, and it's very useful.

After applying hot water, Huang Wentao then returned to the living room, took out the hangover medicine from the drawer and ate it, gasped a few times, touched his belly, and felt a little hungry.

"Damn, how long has Lao Tzu been asleep?"

His eyes turned to the large clock in the center of the living room, and the hands pointed to ten o'clock in the evening.

"I've been sleeping for six hours."

Changing out of a suit full of alcohol and taking out the wallet key, Huang Wentao walked downstairs.

"Brother Wen, are you awake?"

The four little brothers who lived downstairs were drinking wine and playing cards at the same time, and the little brother with sharp eyes noticed Huang Wentao going downstairs for the first time, and hurriedly threw down the cards and ran over.

"Brother Wen, are you hungry, what do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you right away. ”

"Go, play your cards, I'll go out for a walk by myself."

"Oh, then you're good to go."

Since the eldest brother has said so, and the younger brother can only go back, he is not worried about Huang Wentao's safety, this area is basically the territory of New Ngee An, everyone knows each other, and other gangs can't interfere.

After going downstairs and walking out of the alley, Huang Wentao walked towards the food shop, and bought a pack of cigarettes on the way to eat.

"Brother Wen."

"Brother Wen."

Along the way, there were people greeting Huang Wentao, although he was not a boss in the entire New Ngee An, but in this small area, there was really no one who didn't know him.

"Brother Wen, what to eat?"

Walking into the store, the boss hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"A bowl of pork lard noodles and spicy fish balls."

Huang Wentao sat down and said casually.

Many of the diners around knew him and greeted him.

"Okay, Brother Wen, I'll send it to you right away." The boss enthusiastically wiped the table in front of Huang Wentao.

"Ding......

The text message rang suddenly, Huang Wentao took out his mobile phone and looked at it, it turned out to be a message from his wife who was far away in the United States.

The message was very simple, it was a photo of his wife and his one-year-old daughter, and the bright smiles on the faces of the mother and daughter suddenly made a smile appear on Huang Wentao's face.

In the past, when I was a child, because my parents often fought and quarreled, and I used myself as a punching bag, so at that time, Huang Wentao didn't understand what family affection was, until now, looking at the smiles of his wife and children, he suddenly understood what family affection was like.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

There was a sudden itching pain in his throat, and Huang Wentao couldn't help coughing.

"The noodles are coming...... Hey, Brother Wen, are you okay? ”

The boss personally brought the lard residue noodles up, but saw Huang Wentao coughing vigorously.

"No, it's okay, a little cold."

"Oh, you still have to pay more attention this season, Brother Wen, come, your face."

Putting down the lard residue noodles, the boss went to greet the other guests, Huang Wentao touched his throat, and a swollen stinging pain came.

"Damn, it can't be a mix of drinking and colds, right?"

Everyone knows this common sense that if you have a cold, drinking alcohol will only worsen the severity of the cold.

"Forget it, I'll go pack some medicine later."

Grabbing the porcelain bowl and eating the noodles, Huang Wentao had never felt that eating noodles would be so uncomfortable, whenever the noodles were swallowed from the throat, it would cause a burst of pain, and after eating a few bites, he had to put down the dishes and chopsticks.

"Hey, Brother Wen, aren't you eating?"

Seeing Huang Wentao stand up and drop the money suddenly, the boss was surprised.

"I don't eat it, I'm a little unwell today."

Walking out of the store, a cold wind blew, Huang Wentao couldn't help but shrink his neck, scolded ** egg, and walked towards a clinic in the distance.

At this time, the medical stores are closed, and the only way to come to this clinic is to go to the hospital.

It's a black clinic!

It is said that it is a black clinic, but in fact, the level of doctors in the clinic is not bad, but in the early years, he committed some things and went to prison, and he couldn't get a certificate after he came out, so he opened a black clinic in a remote place. After all, there are many fewer fights between gangs, but that doesn't mean that there are none, and those who have received knife wounds or gunshot wounds do not dare to go directly to the hospital, so they have to come here for treatment.

Fortunately, the doctor in this black clinic has a very high level of surgery, and the general injuries are really difficult for him, and some minor physical problems are also treated with home remedies, so the business of this black clinic in this area is actually not bad, and Huang Wentao has been there many times.

Came to a gate in the alley, knocked on the door, Huang Wentao said in a low voice: "Doctor Wang, it's me." ”

"Brother Wen?"

A crack opened in the door, revealing the head of a middle-aged man in his forties, half of his hair gray.

"Come in."

The iron door was completely opened, and Huang Wentao stepped inside.

The clinic is simply divided into three compartments, one for medical treatment, one for infusion of patients, and the deepest one is the residence of the clinic's doctor, Wu Xiangzhi, and the place where the medicine is piled up.

"Brother Wen, what's uncomfortable?"

The two sat down at the table, and Wu Xiangzhi asked.

"Well, I guess it's a cold, my throat is a little sore, and my head is a little dizzy."

"Really? I'll take a look at ......"

Grabbing Huang Wentao's right hand, Wu Xiangzhi checked his pulse. (To be continued.) )